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duskandcobalt · 1 year ago

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Stargirl: Part Two

After a month of waiting, Azriel and Elain find themselves back in the kitchen to bring Elain's sexy vision from stargirl to life.

Ya'll know that SZA lyric "now I'm ovulating and I need rough sex" ?? This is that :)

You can read this as a standalone but if you did miss the first part, it's linked above xx

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4.6k words - explicit, 18+ pls

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One month since she’d had that vision and Elain could still hardly look Azriel in the eye. In fact, she had taken to doing absolutely everything in her power to avoid him because even being in the same room as him for any longer than a couple minutes made her heart race in a way that she was sure would lead to her untimely death, immortal fae body or not.

She’d managed to suppress the memory of that morning, had pushed it just far back enough in her mind to allow her to carry out her day to day activities without remembering how he’d felt inside her. It had worked for a while but for the past few days, that stupid vision was all she could think about.

His scent was everywhere in this house, lingering in every nook and cranny - somehow clinging to her to the point where she could smell his rich cedar scent even as she lay in her own bed each night, trying to ignore the ever growing ache between her thighs. Much like she was doing right now.

It was a different kind of torture - knowing exactly what it feels like to have sex with someone without actually having sex with them.

Elain drags her hands over her face in an attempt to regulate whatever the hell was happening to her mind and body. She thought hard, counted the days carefully… she was due for her cycle soon - had been preparing tonics with the twins to help ease the unbearable pain. She hadn’t noticed the first time she’d experienced her cycle in this body… maybe because she’d been in such a state following everything that had happened after the war that any shred of desire had been buried under the dark cloud that had seemed to follow her. But now that the cloud had lifted and she had clarity on her powers, Elain wondered if that primal need to be touched which she’d felt as a human on the days leading up to her monthly cycle hadn’t amplified in the same way as the pain.

That had to be it. That had to be the explanation behind the intensity of the thoughts that had been plaguing her for the past three days. Thoughts so overwhelming that it was as if the floodgates had opened and all the images that she’d pushed back over the past few were hitting her at full force, all at the same time. She couldn’t concentrate on anything, had been pacing around the house like a mad woman - channelling her rampant energy into cleaning every surface in sight as if it would somehow simultaneously erase the memory of all the filthy things Azriel had said to her in her vision.

She needed a distraction immediately, needed to keep her body and mind busy.

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Azriel watched from the doorway of the kitchen, slightly amused and somewhat concerned, as Elain furiously scrubbed a rag over what looked to be an already spotless surface. He’d heard her storm down the stairs a little while ago. Her footsteps, usually near silent, had been so loud that they’d been audible even from the floor above hers.

He couldn’t help himself when he rolled out of bed shortly after her, not even bothering to put a shirt on before silently making his way downstairs. He wouldn’t let his shadows take this task, needed to see for himself that she was okay.

Elain’s hair fell in soft waves down her back, shielding the smooth expanse of bare skin left uncovered from the way her nightgown scooped low in the back. The cotton slip fell to just below her knees, the white fabric glowed golden from the light of the few candles that were scattered around the kitchen. The outline of her body was just visible through the thin material.

Azriel wasn’t stupid… didn’t need his shadows to know that she’d been avoiding him ever since that morning last month. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, wouldn’t stay in the same room as him for any longer than absolutely necessary. The one time his fingers accidentally brushed hers when he passed her a dish at dinner just two nights ago, she’d blushed so profusely and fled the dining room almost immediately, claiming that she’d forgotten something in the kitchen only to come back empty handed a few minutes later.

He might've found her behaviour funny if he didn’t miss her so damn much.

Things had changed after that day, after those thirty seconds. He hadn’t realised how the quiet moments they shared had functioned much like his siphons - tempering the tension between them into something manageable. Without the outlet of their conversations, the tension had become unbearable. But even if missed her, he didn’t blame her. It wasn’t like he’d been able to get that moment out of his mind either.

She’d been making cinnamon rolls for him, explaining why she preferred to grind the spice herself when her eyes had glazed over and she’d stopped speaking mid sentence. Azriel’s entire body had tensed, dread flooding him as he prepared for the worst. He’d witnessed her have a few visions before and they’d always been dark, always alluded to something foreboding. Each time, the way she’d go completely still and her breathing would halt, made his own heart stall until the haze lifted and she returned to herself.

This time had been different.

Elain’s breath had still hitched, her hands went slack and the rolling pin she’d been holding fell to the floor. She had gripped the counter with such force as if she was doing her best to keep herself upright. Then her chest began moving, the rise and fall of her breasts rapidly picking up pace as her eyebrows pulled together.

He was just about to get up and try to get her out of this vision and back to him when her scent hit him, that familiar honey and jasmine, but amplified - something even sweeter. He knew it was the scent of her arousal, had known it immediately but it was further confirmed when her lips parted into a pretty ‘O’ and a soft sound escaped them. His own body had reacted on its own accord to the noises coming out of her mouth only to be rendered absolutely useless seconds later when he heard his name and every inch of him froze in shock.

“Azriel,” she had breathed, quiet but clear. There was no mistaking it. No pretending that she had said anything else.

The knowledge that she was having a vision about sex was one thing, but knowing that she was seeing him threatened to bring him to his knees.

Even after she’d come back into her body, after he’d asked her if she was okay, even after Cassian had come down and Elain had fled upstairs - all he could think of was how much he wanted to hear her make those noises again, how much he wanted to make her say his name like that. For a whole month now, all he thought of when he closed his eyes at night was Elain’s mouth - the colour of her lips. He wondered if he got her out of her dress, if her nipples would match the pink of her lips. If he spread her open, how would the colour of her sex compare?

…

“Do you see dirt that others can’t with those powers of yours?” Elain jumps at the low voice, her hand landing against her chest in an attempt to calm her heart as she turns to face him.

She hadn’t realised anyone else was in the house tonight. Feyre and Rhys were away at the cabin, Nesta and Cassian at the House of Wind. She thought Azriel was in the Hewn City for the night but he must’ve come back earlier in the evening without her realising.

Her stomach tightens, her thighs involuntarily pressing together at the sight of him. He’s shirtless, tan arms crossed in front of his absurdly broad chest as he leans against the doorway to the kitchen. Those godforsaken sleep pants sit low as ever on his hips and Elain tries very, very hard to look away from the outline of what’s underneath them.

“What?” It’s all she can say, the word leaving her lips in an embarrassing squeak as she finally drags her eyes back up to his face. She crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly extremely aware of how thin her nightgown is when she realises where his eyes linger as they sweep over her.

“You’ve been cleaning more than usual.” He answers. “Even things that are already clean… like that countertop.” His chin juts towards the surface she’d just wiped down for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

“There was a… crumb…” She says it like a question, like she doesn’t believe her own lie.

“Are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” Azriel straightens, his arms falling to his side as he leaves the threshold and walks towards her, stopping just a few feet from where she’s standing.

Elain draws in a long breath as she tries to make peace with the fact that he clearly isn’t skirting around the topic any longer.

“I don’t… I haven’t been…”

“You said my name.” He interrupts her fumbling words. “You said my name and then you haven’t been able to look me in the eyes since.”

There it was - the answer to the question that had been haunting her all these weeks.

She’d said his name. Out loud.

She’d said his name out loud and he had heard her. Azriel knew that the vision had been about him and she could just about die from embarrassment.

“Tell me what you saw, Elain.” He takes another step forward and her breath catches in her chest.

The sound of her name from his lips sends a ripple of anticipation through her along with a renewed wave of arousal that she feels high on her thighs. By the slightest flare of his nostrils, she knows he can scent it on her, too.

“I can’t.” She shakes her head, looks away from his face and looks at his bare chest instead - studies the tattoos there. Another mistake. All she wants is to know what it would feel like to run her fingers over those tattooed muscles.

“You can.” Azriel’s directly in front of her now and the scent of him has her head spinning. It’s all too much to handle and perhaps it’s her hormones but the mortification of him knowing that she’d had a vision about him gives way to pure arousal with the proximity of his body to hers.

“Will you at least tell me if you liked what you saw?” He asks when she still doesn’t say anything. He’s standing so close to her and she’s so dizzy with need that part of her wonders if this is another one of the dreams that have been haunting her nights recently.

Elain nods slowly. Azriel hums, his eyes flicker with something she can’t quite place. He’s silent for a moment, his thumb tracing his full bottom lip. She wants to run her own thumb along it.

“Do you think about it at night? When you’re alone?” His question sends a shiver down her spine.

She nods again, bites down on her own lip to stop the whimper that threatens to escape her.

“Do you touch yourself when you think about it?”

“Yes.” Elain breathes - admits to him with that singular word that she often spends her nights in bed with a hand between her thighs, desperately trying to find relief from the ache that plagues her by imagining his fingers in place of her own.

“Show me.” She gasps as Azriel’s hands land on her waist, fingers pressing into her as he lifts her easily onto the countertop before stepping back. The cold granite is a welcome relief against the burn of her flushed skin. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

Elain can’t believe this is happening. That her vision may actually be coming to fruition. She cannot reconcile in her mind that she’s perched on the kitchen countertop in her sister’s home, her nightgown hitched up around her thighs and Azriel - Azriel! - has just asked her to pleasure herself in front of him. Most of all, she can’t believe that she doesn’t even really hesitate before she slides the white cotton of her dress further up her thighs.

Her desire overrides the thought at the back of her mind that tells her maybe she shouldn’t be doing this. That she has a mate and even if it means nothing to her, that she should figure out that situation before doing whatever this is. But Elain thinks that maybe… maybe if she just does this once, if she allows herself this one moment, this one night, to get it out of her system then she can sort it all out with a clear head afterwards. That maybe if they do this just once, make her vision a reality, they can go back to how easy it was between them before.

She opens her legs just enough to allow her hand to fit in between them and traces a trembling finger over herself. Her cheeks burn when she feels how wet she is and that warmth consumes her entire body when she risks looking at Azriel and sees the hunger written clearly across every inch of him. Those blessed pants of his doing very little to conceal the physical proof of his arousal.

Elain swallows back any lingering shyness and circles the nerves at the apex of her sex twice before she slides two fingers inside herself. She watches as his hazel eyes flit between her face and the hand between her thighs, as if he can’t decide which bit of her to focus on. Her eyes close as she pumps her fingers, savouring the sound of Azriel’s quiet moan at the show she’s putting on for him.

She drags her arousal up and over her clit, increasing the pressure of her fingers to match the pressure low in her stomach when she feels large hands settle gently above her knees. The callouses and scars are gloriously rough against her supple skin as he moves higher up her legs, one hand sliding in between them. His fingers brush hers - silently asking for permission. Elain removes her hand and spreads her legs wider, offering herself to him.

His eyes catch hers just as he slips one finger inside her. She draws in a sharp breath at the feeling of that singular finger of his stretching her more than two of her own.

“I’ve thought about this for so long.” His lips brush her throat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

She wants to tell him that she feels the same, that she’s wanted him long before she’d had that vision, but Azriel adds another finger and his thumb presses against her clit and she’s lost for words. His other hand pushes her dress up around her waist before moving down to wrap around one of her calves, bending her leg up so her foot is on the counter. He does the same to the other leg and Elain leans back on her elbows to compensate for the new angle.

She’s unable to look away as he stands, eyes raking over her as he nudges her knees wider before bending down. His hands are back on her, one spreading her open while two fingers of the other sink back inside her and curl upwards. Their moans combine, echoing through the quiet kitchen when he lowers his mouth and gets a taste of her for the first time, his tongue runs flat up her centre before his lips wrap around her clit.

It only takes a couple minutes under the spell of his tongue before Elain is coming for him, her thighs threatening to close around his head. Azriel takes it all in stride, doesn’t let up until her legs relax and her hands are in his hair pushing him away.

“Is that what we were doing?” He teases, pressing a kiss to the curve of each hip as he looks up at her. “In your vision?”

“No.” She pants. His hands are running over her thighs, up under her dress. His fingers graze her stomach, trace along the underside of her breasts before his hands are over them, palming them gently.

“Tell me, then.” He slips his hands around her back, lifts her until she’s sitting up and they’re chest to chest. His face is inches from hers, his eyes lock on hers - he won’t let her look away this time.

“We…” Elain can’t resist the urge to touch him anymore. She reaches out a hand, traces the black ink on his shoulder and bites back a smile when she feels him tense. “You had me… over the counter.”

Azriel’s eyes darken as he takes in her words.

Elain eases herself down until her feet are on the floor, her nails dig into Azriel’s arm as she stands on shaking legs. She looks up at him, presses her lips to the centre of his chest while her hand travels down between their bodies. She pushes the soft fabric of his pants down, feels the weight of his cock against her stomach through her nightgown.

Her fingers wrap around him, her small hand barely able to encircle him. She looks down, swallows at the sight of him hard and leaking in her palm. She drags her hand up the thick length of him and tries to figure out how he’ll even fit inside her.

“You can take it.” He must’ve seen the apprehension in her eyes when they’d widened as she looked at him. “You know you can take it.”

His fingers land on her hips again, turning her so quickly that she doesn’t even register what’s happening until he presses on the small of her back and leans her forward until she’s bent over the counter. His back hovers over hers, his lips drag along her shoulder and up her neck until his teeth gently close around her earlobe. “Is this how you want it?”

“Please.” Elain turns her head to look at him over her shoulder and pushes back into him, desperate to finally have him in her.

“So eager.” Azriel grins against her skin, pulling her dress back up her legs until it’s bunched around her waist. His hands are on her ass, fingers kneading into her flesh. “Spread your legs a bit wider for me.”

Elain listens, spreads her legs and pulls herself up onto her tiptoes to compensate for their difference in height. Azriel guides himself along her sex, coats himself in her release, and settles the broad head of his cock at her entrance.

“If it’s too much, tell me.” He eases in, just an inch - pausing when she curses at the way he stretches her.

“More.” She tells him, resolute. He’s barely even inside her and it already feels so good, the slight pain of her body adjusting to him only adds to the pleasure. “I can take it.”

Elain turns her head to the side, sees the reflection of them mirrored in the dark window. She has the fleeting thought that maybe they shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen, in front of a window where anybody could see them. The thought disintegrates when she watches Azriel sink into her in one drawn out movement until his hips are flush against her backside.

He groans, somehow pushing in just a little further until there’s no space between their bodies at all and then he starts moving - gives her long, teasing strokes that has her anxious for more.

“Fuck, Elain.” Azriel’s fingers dig into her hips and she prays that the imprint of them lingers long after this encounter ends. She wants the proof that this happened to stay with her. “So wet, so fucking tight for me. How am I supposed to hold back when you feel like this?”

“Don’t.” She pleads, pushes back hard against him to prove her point. “Don’t hold back.”

His teeth graze her shoulder as his hands settle on the counter beside hers right as he thrusts in again, the momentum sends her surging forward, cold granite presses hard against her nipples. The strap of her nightgown falls off her shoulder as her hands slam against the smooth stone to keep her from collapsing completely.

“Like that?” The hint of arrogance in his tone tells her he already knows the answer.

“More.” She grits out.

The assurance with which she says it is all he needs before he complies, picking up his pace as he fucks her. His lips move against her ear, talking her through it.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To fuck you like this? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about the way your pretty little cunt would feel around my cock?”

Elain whimpers at his words. The language he uses causes her to clench around him.

“It’s even better than I imagined.” His pace is relentless. Elain’s nails scratch at the surface as she fights for leverage.

She’s already close when she feels his hand land sharply on her ass, the sound of the slap coupled with the light sting forces a small scream out of her.

“Again.” She demands, surprising even herself - she hadn’t expected that she’d like that so much.

“Greedy girl… you like it rough like this, do you?” His palm lands against her with a little more force. “Want me to fuck you so hard that you think of my cock with every step you take tomorrow?”

“Yes, yes! Harder, Azriel. Please!” Elain begs him.

“Fuck.” Azriel moans as his hand meets her ass again hard enough that her skin goes pink. “Say that again.”

“Harder.” Elain repeats, waits for the impact.

“No.” Azriel delivers a particularly hard thrust as his hand makes contact with her ass for the fourth time. He rubs over the ghost of a mark that remains on her skin, soothing it before bringing his hand down again. “Say my name.”

“Azriel.” She breathes, attempting to catch her breath.

“Louder, Elain.” The demand in his voice has her arching her back, trying to get him even deeper inside her.

“Azriel!” She moans, louder this time. His name from her lips sets him off, has him well and truly fucking her, hard and fast, just like she’s begging him to until she’s unable to do anything else except shout his name. “Fuck, fuck… Azriel!”

“That’s it, Elain. Scream for me, I don’t care who hears.” She feels his tongue on her neck, marking her. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you like this, yeah? Let everyone know you’re mine. Tonight, you’re mine.”

Sex had been fine for her previously, occasionally it had even been good, but this - in this new body, with him. There was nothing like it. It’s somehow better than her vision - every sensation that she had felt was nothing compared to what she was experiencing now. Everything had intensified. The sound of skin meeting skin was louder, the burn in her calves and core even greater. The weight of him on top of her was even heavier, felt even better.

The feeling is incomprehensible. The way he fills her, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her sex. The pure pleasure that’s quickly building low in her stomach as he angles his hips up and brings a hand in between her thighs, circling her clit. The rasp of her voice, the way her screams echo through the kitchen - through the empty house - as she comes around him. It’s all so obscene, so perfectly right.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking good for me.” Azriel praises her, fingers still moving in soft circles against her until she relaxes around him, until her breath steadies.

Elain almost cries at the emptiness she feels when he abruptly pulls out of her, his hand lightly fisting her hair to pull her up and turn her around. Her nightgown is completely askew, her breasts half exposed to the cool night air.

Azriel makes quick work of getting her on the floor, laying her on her back as he settles back in between her legs. She draws her knees up, wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him closer. He threads his fingers through hers as he brings their joined hands above her head. “I need to see your pretty face when you come for me this time.”

She wasn’t sure if she even could come again but she’s still so sensitive from her last orgasm that when he enters her again and hits that spot inside her at the same time his pelvis makes contact with her clit, her body goes taut. This release hits her even harder than the second and she cries out his name. It’s so overwhelming that actual tears form in the corner of her eyes. Azriel’s hands clutch hers tighter, pinning her down as his own rhythm starts to falter.

“I’m right there with you.” His voice is strained. “Gonna come so deep inside you. Would you like that, Elain? Want me to come in you?”

“Yes.” Elain replies without an ounce of hesitation, her eyes burning into his. “Make me yours.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off him as he finishes, as his hips slam tight against hers. She studies the beautiful planes of his face, the way his lips form her name - commits to memory the way he moans it as he comes. He’s buried so deep inside her that she can feel the way his cock twitches as he fills her. He gives her so much of himself that she feels it drip down her thighs even before he pulls out of her.

Azriel presses a kiss to her cheek, carefully untwining his hands from hers as he sits back on his heels and kneels in between her legs. Elain raises up onto her elbows to watch as he brings two fingers between thighs. She lets out a quiet cry at the feeling of his fingers gliding over her overstimulated sex, collecting their combined arousal.

When he brings his fingers up to her mouth, she opens for him. Wraps her lips around them and sucks. Their eyes are still locked as she licks his fingers clean.

“So beautiful.” Azriel whispers, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth. He cups the side of her neck with that same hand and lowers his lips to hers for the first time.

It should’ve been the last time, too.

One night. One time. That’s what she’d told herself just a little while ago. It was stupid, really, to think that was even a possibility.

“Elain?” Azriel’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts and back to reality, as it alway seemed to do..

“Hm?” She hums, their faces are barely an inch apart. He pulls her up and into his lap, holds her close to him. Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms drape around his shoulders.

“What’s your preferred cleaning solution because I think the counter might be in need of a clean.”

Elain can’t help but laugh at the small smirk on his face. She’s amused but also relieved, so thankful that he’s back to interrogating her. So grateful that they can resume these easy moments and their shared laughter.

“I’m partial to vinegar…” She bites her lip, her eyes flickering down to his lips. “But I don’t think it’s clean up time just yet.”

“No?” Azriel’s unable to hold back his smile.

“No.” Elain shakes her head, slotting her mouth over his for their second kiss.

Once was never going to be enough.

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slytherhys · 7 months ago

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Too Sweet (for me) - Part II

A/N: I'm so rusty at writing smut but I really hope this isn't terrible because I've been fighting with this chapter and I couldn't keep putting it off.

TW: Explicit language; Explicit Sexual Content

Part I

Word Count: 2.2k words | You can also find this story on AO3!

Following Elain inside without pulling her into his arms was a test of self-control. His eyes never left her, not even when she looked over her shoulder to caught him staring – with a too-pleased smile on her face – before turning around again.

Seeing the Town House so empty never stopped being odd, but with the scent of jasmine surrounding him and the sight of a barely dressed Elain leading him to the kitchen, being here had never felt so right. The rooms were dark, the gauzy curtains covering the windows blowing with the spring’s breeze that flowed through the cracks of the windows. Azriel wondered if she’d been waiting for him. If she had turned off the lights in an attempt to keep her well-meaning sisters away. If she had dressed in his favourite nightgown to tease him, taunt him when he came to her begging – and he really wouldn’t mind begging. He nearly laughed at himself for ever thinking he could ever touch someone else. Mother knew he wasn’t even able to look at someone other than Elain Archeron – had lost interest in doing so a very long time.

And she was every bit at fault, Azriel thought with a smile as Elain turned to face him, challenge clear in those pretty brown eyes as she stared up at him. With her knowing smiles and her blue nightgowns, she had accepted him with a fierceness that still scared him, and he hated himself for letting so much come between the two of them. For letting anyone stop him from having her sleeping by his side every fucking night – preferably very naked.

Elain’s chest rose and fell swiftly, her cheeks darkening under his stare as if knowing exactly what was going through his mind. No matter how hard she was trying to hide it, she was nervous – and he was an asshole because he fucking loved that he had that effect on her. Mainly because he wasn’t immune to her presence either. His brain felt muddled, his entire focus beginning and ending on the woman standing in front of him.

“Hi, baby.” He rasped, slowly walking towards her. Elain stood her ground, crossing her arms across her chest and raising her chin in defiance. His fingers tangled in her hair, and there was nothing but pure need coursing through his bloodstream as he closed the space between them and pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. Her arms fell and she melted into his touch. Fuck, but he had missed her – the way her entire body sought to touch his, her sighs whenever his tongue pressed against hers.

Nothing about the way she kissed him back was sweet – her lips were ravenous, her hands grasping his hair as her tongue sought his in a desperate battle of power. He let her take whatever she wanted. There was nothing he could ever have over her that would match the raw need he felt for her.

Elain pushed to the tips of her toes, pressing her body against his as he walked her to the kitchen counter, making her yelp as he roughly grabbed her and set her on the counter. He could barely breathe as she pressed her soaked center against his hard cock, body melding to his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He moaned when she did it again, hips undulating as she grinded against him at a maddening pace. Azriel pulled her hair back, gently tilting her head to the side as he peppered her jaw with slow kisses.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Elain breathed, lips red and chafed from rubbing against his stubble. He tried to focus on her, trying not to show how fucking delighted he was at the thought of Elain waiting for him in her skimpy underwear.

“I didn’t think I’d come either,” he mumbled against her skin, tasting her jasmine scent on his tongue. How could he ever think he could forget her? “But I can’t stay away from you.” He confessed, lost in the feel of her.

“Why do you taste like whiskey?” She asked softly, licking her lips, and furrowing her brows.

“I couldn’t find anything sweeter.” He rasped, and tried to kiss her again, but Elain pulled back.

“Were you looking?” She asked, half-teasing, half-serious. And did you find it? Was what she really wanted to ask. Azriel couldn’t blame her.

“I was trying to stop thinking about you.” He leaned over her, arms caging her in where she sat. “I was trying,” he mumbled, mouth dangerously close to her parted lips. “to stop wanting you, even if it meant numbing myself until I stopped feeling my own body.”

Elain smiled softly, leaning back as she stared at him curiously. “And did it work?”

He cradled her jaw with a scarred hand, forcing her to look into his eyes as he pressed his cock against her center, watching as she bit her lip at the sensation. “What do you think?” He mumbled before kissing her, but Elain pulled away before he could deepen it.

She stared at him, smile fading. “I can’t keep doing this, Azriel.” Her eyes flickered between his, trying to gauge his reaction to her words. He didn’t dare move as she spoke, too uncertain of where this conversation was leading. “I can’t keep having you tell me you won’t have me but then fuck me like you want nothing else.”

Azriel stilled, taking in the woman in front of him. Fuck, but he was in over his head, wasn’t he? This woman who people were so quick to underestimate because she liked flowers and knew the name of every vendor working at the Palace of Threads and Jewels. But this was the same woman who didn’t mind ripping her own skin to shreds when she was gardening, the woman who would stab someone in the throat if it meant saving her family.

By the Cauldron, he’d be a fucking fool not to fight for her.

He let himself bask in that resolve, determination overtaking any lingering doubts he might have. Nothing else mattered. Not Rhysand, certainly not Lucien. It was only her and the decision she made every night she fell asleep next to him, sated and content. Every night she chose him. All he could do was choose her back.

So Azriel leaned down, kissing her languorously. She melted against him, opening up for him until she was writhing and moaning under his soft caresses. “I will have you.” He promised. “I will have all of you.” And before she could consider those words – consider everything they entailed – Azriel winnowed them to her room, gently setting Elain down on the mattress before she could even blink. She stared at him with mirth in her eyes, watching as he kneeled on the mattress, crawling on top of her. All humour left her face as he started climbing up her body, dropping kisses on every inch of bare skin he could find.

She writhed, breathless. “Az, please.” She pleaded as she watched Azriel pull the straps of her lace nightgown down her arms. Goosebumps covered her skin as he pulled the fabric down her chest, baring her tits to him. Perfect, peaked nipples greeted him. Azriel reached down to lick them, letting his lips linger on her skin as she panted.

“Fuck.” He rasped. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, taking it off before he was pressing her down and wrapping his lips around her tits again, licking them and biting them until she was moaning and whimpering. Her hands covered his ass, grabbing it and pulling him down until his cock was pressed against her pussy. Azriel groaned, gently biting the soft flesh as stars erupted behind his eyelids.

He trailed kisses down her stomach, removing her panties with care until nothing stood between her and his mouth. Softly pressing his fingers to her pussy he parted her lips, watching as Elain gasped at his rough touch. Parting her lips with ease he licked her once, twice, groaning as her sweet taste exploded in his mouth. He could only focus on licking her, ravenous as she bowed off the bed when he grazed her clit with his teeth. The taste of her on his tongue – sweet and tangy and so fucking ethereal – had him palming himself through his leathers, so close to coming he felt like a teen. He sucked on her clit, thrusting two thick fingers inside her without warning.

Elain cried out, legs locking around his head as her entire body trembled. He groaned, feeling her pulse around him as she whimpered, hands wrapped tight around his hair as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was the sweetest fucking vision, mindless with pleasure, riding his face with her head thrown back and her tits pushed up. It was a fucking miracle he hadn’t cum in his pants yet.

“You’re so good to me.” He said, watching as she relaxed against the mattress. Azriel unbuttoned his pants, taking his time pulling them off as she watched closely. She bit her lip when he wrapped a hand around his length, stroking it for some sweet relief.

Elain said nothing - she simply smiled coyly and, faster than he'd ever seen her move, tried to reach for him. Azriel grabbed her hand, stopping her and pressing a soft kiss to her palm instead. He chuckled at her exasperated expression as he gently forced her to lie down again. But tonight was about her – and if he needed to, he’d spend the entire fucking night worshipping her just to make it clear.

"What?" She asked, her big brown eyes staring at him in feigned outrage.

Azriel shook his head, smiling down at her. “I want you so much it’s insane to think I ever wanted anything before.”

She smiled brilliantly. “Are you going to fuck me, or not, Shadowsinger?”

He nipped her lip. “Cheeky.”

Her laughter died in her lips as she felt him positioning his cock at her entrance. She was so fucking wet, so ready for him. He pushed just an inch inside before pulling back, again and again, teasing her until she was scratching his back in an unveiled threat. Pure male satisfaction coursed through him as he watched her delirious with need, whining and begging him to fucking move. With a too fucking smug smile on his face, Azriel thrust inside her, only stopping when his all of him was inside of. Groaning as he felt her pulse around his cock, Azriel hissed when he felt her nails scratch down his ass. Elain was panting, looking up at him, a pleading look in her eyes as she wriggled under him.

“Elain–”He threatened, stilling her hips. Elain smiled innocently, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Brat."

"Move." She moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as Azriel grabbed the back of her knee, raising it to his hip so he could fuck her deeper, harder.

He pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she met every single one of his thrusts. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Azriel breathed her name like it was air itself, moaning as she clenched around him.

“Yes.” She moaned, wrapping her legs around him, urging him to move faster, harder. “Don’t stop.” She whimpered.

Azriel reached down, rubbing her clit as he quickened his pace. He couldn’t get enough of her, wrapping his lips around her nipples and sucking hard as her nails bit into his ass, guiding him. He could feel how close she was, her legs tightening around his hips as he pumped into her.

“That’s it.” He rasped. “Come with me, baby.” He urged.

Elain bit his shoulder just as he felt her clamp around his length, legs shaking as she came with a cry. His own pace turned sloppy, rushed as he sought his own release, spilling inside her.

With a groan and a considerable amount of energy he didn't know possessed, Azriel managed not to crush her, falling into the sheets on a back with swift twist. He was boneless, exhausted, and his entire body was tangling with how hard he had come. He couldn't bring himself to get up, rather content in feeling nothing but the weight of Elain on top of his chest. Elain looked up, a sated smile on her face as she let out a giddy giggle. Azriel smiled softly, watching as she blushed. That she could still be shy after all this time was an incredible feat on its own.

“Are you happy?” He rasped, his chest nearly bursting with emotion as he eyed her flushed cheeks. Elain hummed contently, softly trailing his eyes, his nose, his cheek with her fingers. Azriel couldn’t help but frown, swallowing down the emotion that threatened to spill into the dark and colour the night surrounding them.

“I won’t give this up.” He said, more to himself than to her. Elain stilled in his arms, head raising carefully, as if only now realising exactly what he was promising. Still, he looked at her – made sure she understood everything he was saying. “I won’t give us up.”

Elain smiled sweetly, hands interlacing with his as she chuckled. “It’s about time you catch up, Shadowsinger.”

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violetasteracademic · 2 months ago

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Wip Wednesday!

WIP Wednesday

A Night of Longing and Loneliness: Chapter 3, Elain

I'm trying to finish this up and get it out ASAP.

Sometime during their conversation about moving Azriel touched the Siphon at the base of his throat and his fighting leathers melted away revealing soft looking black pants and a tunic whose sleeves he quickly rolled up. She’d kept sneaking glances at the swirling black Illyrian tattoos covering the corded muscle. A kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight in Elain’s chest as she finally touches him. She loops her arm under his and rests her hand along the smooth bronzed skin of his forearm, her little finger barely brushing the jagged, raised edge of his scars. He is self-conscious of them so she wants to be respectful but also subtly remind Azriel how she has never shied away from them. That she has always found them beautiful.

Azriel’s arm is steady, his expression coolly neutral but Elain would swear his lips part with a deep intake of breath.

Does he realize we're in almost a mirror image of the first time he brought me to the garden?

Chapters 1, Cassian, and 2, Azriel, are on A03.

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deathsweetblossoms · 2 years ago

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The way Elriel is singlehandedly turning me back onto Friends to Lovers, back onto deep, quiet, enduring love, back onto emotional intimacy and comfortable silence and having someone you know you can depend on. The trope of two people, unseen by others, but seen by each other. The trope of chosen love over preordained love. Taking your life into your own hands and saying, "This. I want this. If they will have me. As much as they will have me. And even if all this ends up being is the memory of the way they laughed when I gave them a present, or the holding onto a bottle of headache tonic just because they saw me and gave it to me, then that is simply enough."

#what can i say - ive been in an enemies to lovers whirlwind for awhile #i feel like elriel is really the only ship where ive embraced this dynamic specifically and all of you fanfic writers are to thank #for taking the text and just elevating it in such a way to really bring to life how i've seen these characters #at this point they seem so much like a spiritual type of stillness and peacefulness that its making ME feel still and peaceful #ME - a chaotic whirlwind of constant thoughts and emotions that are too strong and memories that are always weighing me down #so thats really saying something and if nothing else speaks to the medicine of storytelling #similarly every fic by thefangirlofhp is embedding itself so deep into my heart but this ONE in particular man..ive been thinking about it #nonstoppppp #elriel

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violetasteracademic · 2 months ago

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Hiiiiii moots! I have been luxuriating in the solace of the mountains and just came back down to sea level to discover that Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow has passed 14,000 hits! That is INSANE to me and I am completely speechless! Thank you guys for your readership and incredible support. What an amazing birthday present 😍 I was also gifted some used audio equipment from my besties so I can start making audio versions of Golden Doe and A Court of Twisted Fate and I'm SO EXCITED! It may be a while yet but I can't wait to bring those to you. I'd love to know if you would prefer those as brand new separate audio versions, or if you prefer them embedded in the existing written version!

I am headed into a season where I will both simultaneously be trying to slow down and be more present while also becoming extremely busy. Many of you have been so sweet to send theory/Elriel asks to my inbox and I do want to share I will likely be taking a break from those for some time and will have limited time which I'll focus on using to keep updating A Court of Twisted Fate for you guys! I hope you are loving the new story as much as I've loved writing it. It's different, but I am just as passionate about it as I am about Golden Doe!

Hoping we all find peace and rest and rediscovery as the seasons change.

Stay kind out there and happy fall 🍁🍂☕

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saraannereads · 1 month ago

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The one where Az and Elain finally touch

Elriel fic WIP preview! Enjoy !

She wraps her arms around me and runs her fingers down my back, careful of my wings. In the past with other lovers, I wouldn’t stay in bed for long. But with Elain caressing my skin, I find myself laying my head on her chest and closing my eyes, a feeling of contentment filling me to the brim with something I can’t quite say out loud. Not yet.

“I guess I know why I rarely see Nesta now,” Elain says as she kisses my head.

I look up at her wanting to ask what she means, but she’s almost whispering to herself, “I wouldn’t want to leave the room either.”

I laugh as the meaning of her words rings clearer, and I’m more than a little bit proud to hear she enjoyed herself, though that was clear given the way her body responded to my touch. The noises she made. Not at all quiet and shy like I pictured in my fantasies. Just thinking of the way she sounded as she came undone has me stirring again.

Elain sighs, her body tensing so slightly that it could be missed, but the movement doesn’t go unnoticed as she clears her throat and says, “I’m not sure what to say now, Azriel.”

I lift myself off of her warm, decadent body and roll over to my side to look at her more fully, an action she mirrors, and chuckle, “I think you just said something, Elain.”

@elriel-month

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violetasteracademic · 4 months ago

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YAAAAAAAY 👏👏👏👏 I'm so excited!!

Ps I won't have a new chapter out this week, so go check out The Procurist!

✨The Procurist is on AO3✨

Shout out to @violetasteracademic for encouraging me to join and as a result of re-reading my work I’m back in the writing mood so here’s a lil sneaky peek of part 7 😘

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"She is my mate," Lucien snarled. "You're not going in there. You and those wraiths have done enough.”

“Is that what this is about, Lucien?” He shook his head. “What scares you more? That we’ve turned your mate into a spy or that she likes it?”

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👁️ 👅 👁️

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rose-of-the-grave · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Last Updated: 10/15/2024

Hi! Here are all of the links to my writing. As always no reposting anywhere, even if you credit me. Feel free to like, comment, and reblog as much as you want. Some of my fics will be 18+ and others won't so please read the warnings. Let me know if you want to be added to a taglist for specific fandoms/ships/characters/ongoing series. All of my fics have Ao3 links on them so you can read them there as well. I am currently writing for Acotar and HP. My requests are currently closed <3

Taglist Form Request Guidelines Ask Game

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Harry Potter

Shadow and Bone

A Little Bit About Me:

#rose of the grave ~ all of my writing

#rose of the grave requests ~ all prompts sent in as well as anything prompt related

#rose asks ~ all asks

#rose answers ~ all asks

Original Writing:

Metro Meetcute (.6k)

We Fell Like Carrion (.5k)

^The Haunted Mansion (1/?) discontinued~

Quotes I Can't Get Out Of My Head:

#1-

#2-

Poems:

Bitter Unfairness

Was It A Dream?

Winter Is Like A Rose

Stars Above The Rhone

From the Window

The Truth About Destruction

Keep on Pretending

La Rose

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casuallivi · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,895 times in 2022

That's 1,792 more posts than 2021!

135 posts created (7%)

1,760 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nikethestatue

@fawnandshadows

@thefangirlofhp

@sydneymack

@impossiblescissorspeachpaper

I tagged 1,461 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#elain archeron - 188 posts

#elriel - 137 posts

#elriel fanfic - 130 posts

#elrielmonth22 - 117 posts

#azriel - 63 posts

#elriel fanart - 59 posts

#elriel month 22 - 45 posts

#lol - 44 posts

#elain x azriel - 32 posts

#my writing - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Remember when back in ACOMAF Feyre thought Azriel was the safest to strike a conversation with, even if he probably wasn’t??! (reminds you of another archeron?😏)

Yet, Azriel didn’t answer her, silently urging Cassian to talk about it.

Rhys and Cassian go on telling Feyre the story of how they’ve met, but Az is silent, tense, entering in a loop caused by the mention of his past, illyria, even Mor is worried with his frozen state.

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Them: Azriel needs a chalenge! A fucking-strong-extrovert-warrior to teach his ass to be better!

Azriel: *crushing on Mor but perfectly content in letting golden-retriever-Cass entertain her loud-and-sexy-blond-ass for 500+ years*

Azriel: *takes four centuries to go clubbing with her*

Azriel: *meets lovely friendly flower girl*

Azriel: I like this one

Azriel: *glues his ass to hers for the next three years*

Everyone: 👁️👄👁️

Azriel: what?

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My #1 post of 2022

Rhys: agrees to be Feyre's distraction and give her body release, not offering anything else for fear she will shut down.

Readers: omg, that's so romantic! 😍 So hot 🥵

Cass: offers to be Nesta fuck buddy because he knows how she is pushing away from her feelings.

Readers: omg, he loves her so much! 😍 So hot 🥵

Az: gifts Elain with a especial necklace made for her, softly caresses her neck because he can't help it, ventures to kiss Elain after she gives him offer and permission, doesn't allow himself to think what comes next because she has a mate (who happens to be upstairs during said attempt!), but still dares to question the gods, implying he feels a connection so strong he can't understand why she is mated to another.

Some Readers: ew, fucking pervert! 😠 He clearly doesn't care for her 🙄 he wants to use her for perverted sex 😑 he's just saying that because she is the third sister 🙄 he doesn't even like her, who do this without a plan? How dare him not plan their next 500 years before that kiss?! 😒 Lazy bitch 😒

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #would you look at that #elriel fic writers: exist #me: and you get a reblog! and you get a reblog! and you get a reblog!#is this what a pyramid scheme looks like?#lol #the year was fun!#I should start posting about other books too #since elain's book will leave me hanging till I'm a granny...#😅😩😭

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acotar-omegaverse-week · 5 months ago

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Need some inspiration on where to take the prompts? Why not let some reading jumpstart your creative energy?

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Feysand

fall on me like night (every time) by @thesistersarcheron

Fitting in a Piece of Art by @deaiquiri

So This is What Heaven Feels Like by @starfall-spirit

Then Eat. by Ashtroknot

Too Sweet by @whatishowedyouinthedark

Unexpected by lnp323

You All Over Me by @rosanna-writer

Gwynriel

Get Off by VikingMagic_33

I’m Just Gonna Call You Mine by Darceygemie

Not Hers by LoveL

Sensation and the Scent of Waterlilies by @ofduskanddreams

Elriel

Claimed by elainsroses

One Bright Morning by @thesistersarcheron

Elucien

The Mystery of Lucien’s Jackets by Janes_Melodies

Azris

like falling stars, we’re destined to burn by @ofduskanddreams

The High Lady, the Shadowsinger, and the Omega by Darcyshandflex

Gwynthan

Make Me Yours by @headcanonheadcase

Tamcien

The Wolf and the Fox by @tsunami-of-tears

Tamsand

Lay Me on the Cold Dark Earth by @witch-and-her-witcher 🖤

Multiple Ships

A Court of Alphas and Omegas by Buffy Books

Polyamory

Mine for a Moment by @starfall-spirit

Spring Showers by FelixFaeWild

What’s Mine (x reader) by @azsazz

Azriel x OC

Azriel’s Human Omega by TwoTimeBootShine

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Know a great fic we missed? Comment or reblog with the writer's name to show them your love!

#acotaromegaverseweek2024 #acotar #acotar a/b/o #acotar fic recs #feysand #elriel #gwynriel #azris #gwynthan #polyamory

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duskandcobalt · 11 months ago

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Time Will Be Frozen for Us

if you're like me and have a massive soft spot for slow and gentle domestic elriel moments, please allow me to present some cozy, elriel fluff for your holiday weekend 💗✨

ENJOY XX

1.1k words

Inspired by Sabrina Claudio’s ‘Frozen’

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Elain eased herself from Azriel’s arms, silently slipping from between the sheets and pulling his shirt over her head and down her body until it covered the gentle swell of her hips and the tops of her thighs. She tiptoed out of their room and into the small living area, carefully avoiding the floorboards she knew would squeak under her weight even if she knew the chances of accidentally waking him were low due to the exhaustion that resulted from the hours they’d spent coaxing pleasure from one another over the course of the night.

She made her way to the window that looked out to the woods. Snow fell heavily outside, blanketing the forest floor in a glistening, unblemished sheet of white. Hazy beams of early morning light filtered through the shimmering, snow covered trees, illuminating the highpoints of her face as she tilted her chin upwards and chased the warm caress of the sun on her skin in an effort to preserve the heat she’d obtained from being tucked against the muscled chest of an Illyrian warrior for the past few hours.

It was a few days after Winter Solstice and Azriel had wasted no time upon Feyre and Rhys’ departure to their cabin before he whisked Elain away to this secret place of theirs for a singular night together, just the two of them.

Standing here now, Elain couldn’t help but think about how far she’d come since that first Solstice spent in this now-familiar body. Her heart, once splintered by a broken engagement, had slowly started to heal by then with the help of some hobbies and a few new friends - Nuala and Cerridwen… and the brooding male they reported to. A male whose stern features only ever seemed to soften around her.

Elain had known since that first Solstice, since that night when he’d sat beside her and patiently listened to her explain her plans for the garden, that there was something between them. His unabashed laughter that evening, his sincere appreciation for her gift, had been the initial spark that lit the eternal flame of interest that would go on to burn steadily at the back of her mind, flickering higher and brighter each and every time his eyes met hers, until she could no longer stand to ignore it.

Elain had come to think of Azriel like a book. She wanted to turn each of his pages, read him cover to cover. She wanted to memorise every word, lock away favourite passages for safe keeping. She was determined to know everything about him, wanted to devour him whole until there wasn’t a single part of him left unknown to her. She craved the time and space to allow herself to tend to what grew slowly and steadily between them.

It was made clear to her that Azriel felt the same - that he’d also realised that the heated glances and restricted touches that passed between them had rapidly outgrown the shadowed alcoves and cramped rooms they often found themselves in - when he’d winnowed her here for the first time six months ago, at the very beginning of summer.

She’d been shocked and delighted when he’d lifted his hands away from her eyes and she caught her first glimpse of the cozy cottage on the outskirts of Velaris, tucked away deep in a small patch of woods that she hadn’t even known existed.

It was a gift from Azriel to her. A place they could escape to, somewhere far away from the ever looming threat of their secret being exposed. Here, they could pretend that they didn’t have to hide. Here, all the complexities of her mating bond ceased to exist.

In this quaint cottage, amongst this thicket of trees, it was just them. A male, a female, and the sweet domesticity of a shared life.

It was the passing of a clean dish to be put away after a meal made and enjoyed together. It was his hand on her waist as he spun her around the tiny kitchen, his voice sweet as honey in her ear. Her soft laughter muffled by the skin of his neck. It was nervous confessions of obvious feelings in the middle of the night. Overwhelming emotion written plainly on both their faces, tears of relief shimmering in the light of a candle.

It was leisurely walks in the woods, their joined hands buried deep in his coat pocket - unwilling to separate but desperate to keep warm. It was a roaring fire and a heavy blanket draped over their bodies, her icy toes pressed against his warm calves. It was a book falling from Elain’s fingertips, landing with a gentle thud on the worn wooden floor when the feeling of Azriel’s lips gliding along her shoulders won the fight for her attention against the words she’d been attempting to read.

Half a year later, neither of them could set their eyes on a single corner of the cottage without memories resurfacing of all the things that these four walls had witnessed.

This sacred space commemorated the subtle trembling of his fingers as he undid the laces of her corset before he carefully laid her down for the very first time, watching as she fell apart for him. These walls stored her soft sighs and his deep moans. The whispered conversations in bed all the times after that initial night - Elain’s head on Azriel’s chest, his fingers tracing patterns over her sensitive skin as he patiently answered each and every question she had ever dreamt of asking him.

“Still snowing?” She’s pulled out of her thoughts by the rustling of wings and the sound of his voice, gritty with sleep.

“Pretty isn’t it?” She doesn’t turn to look at him but she could just about see his reflection in the glass - his dark hair tousled from the way she’d grasped it, his chest broad and bare.

“Beautiful.” Azriel’s arms slipped around Elain’s waist, pulling her back against his chest until he could rest his chin on the top of her head. She didn’t need to look at him to know that he wasn’t referring to the snow outside.

A soft smile found its way to her lips as she let her body melt into his, her delicate fingers mindlessly tracing over the scars on the large hands that now rested over her stomach as they both gazed out of the arched window and watched the snow fall.

She’d never been so grateful. For this place. For him. For the life they shared together, oblivious to the world around them. Seasons changed and time passed. Flowers bloomed and leaves turned colour. Trees, their branches once bare, were now covered in glittering snow. But whenever they were here, in this little cottage that had come to feel like home, time seemed to freeze solely for them. As if some higher power had paused the turn of Earth’s axis just to grant the Shadowsinger and his Seer the gift of an extra hour, an extra night spent together, lips grazing skin until the morning sun turned the sky the colour of the blush on her cheeks.

#elriel fic #elriel fluff #elain x azriel #my writing #this is so extremely unedited hehe #it's 2:51 am on christmas morning why have i chosen this exact moment to attempt to push past writers block?#who knows

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