#elriel wip

[fauxdette]

Having. So. Much. Fun. Writing. This.

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“You know, I don’t think you’ve ever called me Lainey before,” Elain said slowly.

“Haven’t I?”

“Nope.”

“Well, lots of people call you Lainey; it’s hardly unusual.”

“Cassian calls me Lainey. And now you… apparently.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes.

“Stop projecting.”

“I’m not projecting.”

“You are projecting. Just because you and groomsman number two can’t stop making love eyes at each other doesn’t mean we’re all gonna start pairing up.”

Elain scoffed, even as her heart leapt wildly in her chest. “You’re ridiculous. Azriel and I are just friends.”

“I’m ridiculous? There are grooves in the floor from all the chairs he pulls out for you.”

“He’s polite.”

“Sure, and it’s just a coincidence that he always ends up sitting next to you, standing next to you, doing that sexy brooding thing next to you. Looking at you like he would beg on his knees to—“

“—Nesta!” She snapped. “Azriel doesn’t look at me like anything. He doesn’t—he doesn’t see me that way.”

[nikachansstuff]

(So I rewatched Atonement yesterday and couldn’t help the idea from forming.)

My dear Elain,

I am truly sorry for my words-

Azriel scanned the words freshly tipped, and for the third time in the last hour, he removed the paper from the tipping machine and crumpled it in his tight fists. He closed his eyes, resting his lips in his hands that still hold the paper, savoring for a brief moment the scent of parchment.

Eight months.

Eight months since those words had left his mouth during Solstice, ending whatever sparked between them, and making him the only witness to Elain Archeron’s heartbreak. Eight months following his High Lord’s command.

Eight fucking months thinking about her during the day and dreaming about her during the nights. Imagining possible scenarios if he only had had the courage to leave that damned office straight to her bedroom and beg for her forgiveness.

Azriel opened his eyes, and his fingers found the keys again. Impulsively, he couldn’t help the words from forming.

Dear Elain,

In my dreams, I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts, I make love to you all day long.

Azriel

His eyes scanned the words again, as he finished tipping, a half smile slowly curving his lips. He ripped the paper from the machine, and let out a heavy sigh, reclining in the old chair.

Shaking his head, he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, at the absurdity of the words. He would never be so bold to say that words out loud, or to deliver the note, now double folded next to his cup of hot tea.

But somehow, Azriel could picture it perfectly: Elain opening the paper, her milky skin turning a soft blush while reading the words. She would lose a breath, her lips would part as it did that night. Then she would bit her bottom lip, her shyness giving away for the desire she would feel. Or wouldn’t…?

Eight months.

A lot could change in eight months. They haven’t spoke since that damned night, and Azriel refused to give in to his need to track her with his shadows. He wanted it, only the Mother knew the effort it took to not throw away his morals, and just give in to have some news from her. But he stood against it and kept away from her. As Rhysand had ordered him to do. As he was foolish enough to obey.

But he couldn’t anymore.

Dearest Elain,

My headaches increased alarmingly since we last saw each other. And I don’t think I can blame our loud friends anymore.

Your gift remains untouched by my nightstand. I like to keep it there, as a reminder of you and your gentleness.

Please forgive me for my words in our last encounter. The truth is my absence is the only way to keep me from acting my longing thoughts.

The truth is the only mistake was stopping before I could finally fulfill my dreams.

Sincerely,

Azriel

He finished tipping and signed his name in a neat handwriting. Losing a soft breath, Azriel folded the letter, and place it inside an envelope. In a quick movement, he wrote Elain Archeron at the blank front of it, letting it at desk. Finally lifting from the old armchair, he could start getting ready for the tonight’s dinner, hosted by his High Lord and Lady, at the River House.

Azriel took three long steps in direction of his in-suite bathroom and called a single shadow that wrapped itself in his forearm. Please take the note to Elain, at the Townhouse, he commanded silently, while undressing and entering in the enormous clawfoot bathtub.

It took him longer than usual to bathe. He allowed himself a moment to just relax in the hot water, letting his thoughts travel far while he washed. He left the bathroom, his body shivering from the different temperatures between rooms.

Azriel was finishing adjusting the syphon on his right hand, when he allowed his eyes to travel to his desk. Where the envelope with Elain’s name still rested in the dark wood. He hesitated for a second, his shadows slowly closing in on his ankles.

Suppressing the terror that threatened to take over his body, Azriel searched for the folded note close to his teacup. His tea now cold, the note now absent.

Well…

Fuck.

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Should I continue it?

[uxia15]

Late night doodles of a seer and a spymaster

[lovelyfawnxx]

apparently it’s elain day, so here’s a WIP of a commission i have coming up! i’ll most likely be posting it for my birthday.

i love our spooky little seer 🌸💜

[saraannereads]

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

[dudlesdudles]

Elriel sketch

[duskandcobalt]

wip wednesday 💕

happy wednesday or should I say happy hump day 👀 (sorry)

Everywhere, everything snippet below… work still very much in progress so it’s rough xo

Hope you’re all doing well 💖✨

Before she could even register what was happenening, Azriel had her backed up against the bedroom door, his hips flush against hers. There was no room left to question what he was here for, no mistaking that his intentions matched exactly what she’d had in mind.

His hands were under her shirt, fingers skimming her breasts as he pulled it up and over her head.

“Wait,” Elain gasped, trying to put space between them with little to no success. “Feyre and Rhys…”

“Don’t wanna hear anyone else’s name right now, Lain.”

“It’s just… the wall,”

Her sister and Rhys were just next door, a cause for concern.

“Not the bed then,” Az shrugged, unbothered. “And you’ll have to be quiet.”

Elain bit her lip, her mind at war with her body.

“Can you be quiet, Elain?”

[lady-of-tearshed]

Work in progress...

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?

A/N: Yes, yes. I'm in an angsty mood, so what? Huh?! What are you going to do about it if I feel like torturing our precious Shadow Singer? Yeah, that's what I thought. 🤨💕

[gracieart]

WIP 🫣

I love painting hair and skin and freckles hehe

[fauxdette]

✨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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[bloomingdarkgarden]

WIP Wednesday

Chapter 37 | What Bloomed in the Darkgarden

A hiss down the dark of the corridor. The sound assumed that the lord of this realm was aware of his visitors and less than pleased to receive them. “I’m sure you're rather busy brooding the night away so I’ll be sure not to take up too much of your time,” Elain implored curtly, smoothing her skirts. A heartbeat passed, and then a monstrous tirade of shadows poured into the decrepit room, choking out the elusive moonlight. The space was swallowed in ebony power as darkness roiled over every visible crevice, over both Elain and Vassa, growling with mirth all the while. The menacing display seemed to last an instant and an eternity all at once. “You must be very brave to seek me out,” Koschei crooned, reeling himself back inwards across the space. “Or very foolish.” Vassa seemed to be holding her breath. Elain merely straightened in her seat. “You will not be the first nor the last to call me such a thing,” she muttered in turn, searching for his formless eyes in the dark. “Now if you are quite finished-” Elain batted away the last of his primordial shadows as if they were errant insects. “I had hoped we might speak civilly.” The darkness flickered with delight at her indifference. “Do I strike you as a civil sort of being?” His voice as ancient and cruel as the night was dark. Elain narrowed her eyes across the space, seeing everything and nothing, as she always would. “You strike me as a male who has been left too long to sulk about.”

[lunaatthezoo]

WIP Saturday: She'll Wait No Longer

Things are getting very angsty and very intense up in the world of my keyboard 😬😬 Our collective husband is really going through it.

@azrielappreciationweek

“Take a breather, brother. Calm the fuck down and we’ll let you out.”

After a few seconds he said, in a gentler voice, “I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything about her.”

Azriel slumped on the floor for a few quiet seconds. But when he looked down at his bloodied hands, Elain’s screams echoed in his ears. Rhysand’s words floated back to him and wrath like he had never known tore through his body once more.

Before he knew what he was doing he had ripped a shelf from the wall and smashed it into smitherines on the stone floor.

No one knew Elain, no one cared about what she chose, what she desired.

He picked up glass jars and threw them with all his strength at the far wall, where they exploded into crystals and dust with the force of the collision.

No one respected her, no one looked past her gentle voice and caring demeanor to understand what lay beneath.

Another shelf came down and Azriel splintered it into shards with his bare hands while he roared in anger.

His rage consumed him.

No one saw the power and grace, the strength and determination, that Elain wielded so quietly.

Azriel smashed a ceramic pot against the heavy door, letting the pieces crumble to his feet.

[uxia15]

Late night doodles of Death and his lovely fawn

[emmitaaa4]

Another (messy) wip :)

Finals season... drawing to procrastinate escape

guess who he's looking at (level : easy)

[witchlingsandwyverns]

Why are you a gwynriel?

cus it makes my brain go brrrrr

I mean, there's a lot of reasons, but mostly I'm intrigued by their dynamic and am curious to see how they evolve - same reason I'm an elucien. I consider myself a multi-shipper and like a LOT of different ships, but there's just some combinations that make my brain churn with possibilities. Gwynriel is one of them.

And it doesnt really hurt that it was the ship that introduced me to a lot of incredible mutuals ♡♡ (and @gwynrielweeksofficial)

[creativemicrowave]

Since you guys seemed to like my Elriel content , here's a sneak peek of a project I'm working on!

Thank you for the love btw!! Means a lot!❤️✨

Let me know your thoughts about the way i picture Azriel💙☺️