#you want Az to live his forever with the constant thought of ‘she’s fated to someone else’
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I’m team brand new firecracker character that storms into and completely up hauls Az’s life for the better because he deserves a mate and he deserves a non-dramatic happily ever after
#he’s been through ENOUGH#Elain is lovely but fucking hell#after all he’s been through#you want Az to live his forever with the constant thought of ‘she’s fated to someone else’#nah#absolutely not#azriel#acotar
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Stolen kiss
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Guess what bitch decided to write. (Me!) it has taken me forever to truely write some fan fiction
I basically got bored in my Spanish and science lessons (again) and asked my friend @diamonds12girl to pick a prompt for me and at first I didn’t know what to do with an elain and az but I think I have something decent so enjoy
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Her shadows were on edge, they wanted help but wanted to be alone too. His shadows wanted to help but not knowing how to. It was a dance, a taughting and unending dance. A to and fro, both shadows wanting to merge to calm the other but both being jolted away.
It only lasted a few minutes until her shadows broke. They cowered away, hading the pain she was holding. That meant she was crying. Again. She cried all night and only had a few hours of sleep. His shadows kept awake, watching and waiting and not understanding how to help. Not risking it either.
Elain has a mate who would be able to tell through their bond that she was crying but if that was the case then she’d have stopped hours ago and have actually gotten sleep.
A year after the war she started speaking to Lucien more and they did start dating, but she hadn’t accepted the bond according to rhys. They were living together in the house of wind; taking a bedroom near the back overlooking the mountains. Azriel has avoided the house and Elain. But their shadows refused to ignore each other. At times when Elain was upset or in pain it broke his heart. She never called for him anymore so he never went, just listened to her pain.
“Please...” His whole body froze. He sat up in his bed, eyes wide. His shadows froze too as hers reached out. “Az...”
“Elain?” He whispered into the dark. Every please broke him.
“Please. Az. Take me.”
“Where?”
“Save me.”
He rushed out of his bed, stumbling to his discarded clothes. Elain wasn’t in any physical danger but he knew better than anyone that your own mental danger was worse.
“How Elain. Breathe.” Her shadows were racing, a consistent motion, showing her constant tears streaming down her face.
“I can’t. Az, Az please.”
He was gone. His heat was nearly bursting with his own pain. He was flying towards the house of wind. “Where Elain?” He has to get to her. She was having some sort of panic attack and considering her shadows were moving at speeds he’d never gone to, he knew she was in trouble.
“Ba. Bal, balcony. Please.”
Then he was soaring past the side of the building and around to the back. And then he saw her. She was crumpled down, a nightgown pooled around her and her head burning in her hands, hiding her red and blochy face. If she stayed out here in her state nylonger she was bound to catch a cold.
Azriel landed next to her, their shadows finally together, dancing in a perfect manner. Slowly she looked up and he took in her devastating state. Messy, uncombed hair that cling to her, the creased beige nightgown hung loose on her fragile body. The sight of her broke him even more. It has been months since theyd been together but Azriel has told himself it was for the best. Elain deserves the world, more than that even and he knew he just couldn’t give it to her. Her mate was the one, picked by fate, to do so.
Her breathing was rapid, trying to gulp down enough oxygen and failing. “Elain.”
“Please.” She whispered. Her shadows moved in a diliberate way, moving to hug his own. He stared as she whispered again and again until he understood. Slowly he walked towards her and enveloped her into a hug. His scarred hands rested in her back as her face moving to rest in the crook of his neck as she tried to stop crying.
After a short while Azriel let go and looked at her. Her golden brown eyes was still flooded with tears. All his thoughts were about this magnificent woman who was left alone to cry.
“I can’t anymore Azriel it hurts.”
Azriel swiped along her cheek, brushing away a runaway tear. “What hurts?”
“My heart!” She exclaimed taking herself out of my hands. “You, you left me! I was trying to figure out my feelings but you left.”
He was speechless. His mouth opening and closing. “I thou-”
“No you didn’t you ass! Your my best friend who I love with all my heart-”
“You have a mate El. I couldn’t.”
“I can Az, I choose who I love and then you left leaving me no choice. I can’t hurt Lucien but I can’t choose him either.” Her hands reached up to brush his cheek and keep his head from cowering away from her.
“It was always you but you left me and I thought, I thought you hated me for having a mate. For not picking you.”
Azriel closed his eyes and rested his head on Elains, their nose inches apart, mouths so close they were sharing breaths. “Oh el. I left you to be happy. To be happy with your mate and not some illrian bastard.” His wings curled around them, blocking away the crips air, his hands moved to rest on her shoulders.
“But I would’ve picked you if you gave me time you bastard.”
Azriel couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Whenever Elain swore it always made his smile. It was so out of character. “I am a bastard. I am so, so sorry.”
“For leaving or for being a bastard?”
“Both.”
Elain moves back as if she’d been struck. Her brows furrowed and her hands moving to rest on his chest. “Never. Never apologize for being you.” She moved, her lips finding his cheek. “For your shadows.” Theme he other side. “And for being a bastard.” she gave a small smile that he wouldn’t returned had his body not frozen. “I love you az.”
The she kissed him. A soft press to his lips. His grin grew as he looked at Elian. He love of his life truely loves him back. So he kissed her and they moved closer as their kiss became more than light kisses and more passionate.
“Elain?” It was a new voice. Lucien...
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