Love how everything about Azriel and Elain's relationship is on page. Observed by others. Acknowledged, even when those near them weren't sure what they were seeing. But it was always there--from the moment that they met, and Elain gained her boldness with him, while he revealed something personal to her.

Azriel's unabashed, genuine reactions to everything Elain. Laughter. Blushing. Tender words. Offers of assistance. Touches. Glances.

The gentle development of their relationship, almost Regency-era like: modest, quiet, calm, organic.

Without much fanfare, they've achieved incredible things--they escaped the inescapable Hybern, they managed to reveal which side Jurian was playing, thus changing the tides of war, they somehow mutually decided that Truth-Teller exchange would be a good idea, and then they changed the tide of war again.

Azriel was there for Elain.

Elain was there for Azriel.

And they bonded over potatoes. What more do you want?

Elain is the only fucking reason i read the entire ACOTAR series…. no cap. 

I was going to DNF after ACOMF. Yes, I know that’s sacrilege. Yes, I know Feysand is goals. Yes, they’re suh suh cuuh-yooot. 

But when I tell you the way my soul jumped out of my body like it never had before when Elain got dumped in the Cauldron and spat back out, only to be claimed by a mate IMMEDIATELY? 

And then, when our girl wasn’t interested in that mate? When she instead wanted to be lead up to the gardens by a handsome sexy batboy? I was again, like…. whatever you wish madam. I will follow you to the ends of literature. And marvelous taste by the way, I too have been extremely curious about that particular blue siphoned male. Please continue. 

When Feyre wonders why they’re not mates? When Nesta notices Az standing as far away from the mating bond as possible??? When he makes everyone wait for her to sit down for dinner ???? WHEN THE SOLSTICE GIFTS!?!?!? 

The only part of ACOWAR I remember is when Azriel saves Elain from Hybern. All I know is him giving her Truth Teller. All I live and breathe is him taking her up to the gardens. 

When I say that ACOFAS is my favorite, yes, that small filler book that no one talks about… it is because SHOW ME ROMANCE ANYWHERE ELSE LIKE THE SMALL THROW- AWAY SENTENCE THAT DESCRIBES AZ STAYING UP UNTIL LIKE 2AM TO LISTEN TO ELAIN DISCUSS GARDENING BLUE PRINTS LIKE OH MY LORD!?!?!?!?!?! 

So when I read the bonus chapter… to find out my suspicions and hopes and dreams have been confirmed… that our boy is in love with our girl and he’s ready to start a riot… you know what I thought? 

LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOO.  

After the Ceremony - Chapter 3

I had so much fun writing this chapter, and I could not be more excited to share it! Please let me know what you guys think, and I also wanted to thank everyone for their support because I was so convinced that no one was going to read this, and I am so incredibly flattered at the response I have received. This story is also available on AO3

Summary: Elain and Azriel after Nesta and Cassian's Mating Ceremony.

Words: 2,938

Story Rating: M

How About a Hug, Hm? REMIX

So a few days ago I got this ask about my Elriel one-shot “How About A Hug?” because I messed up the formatting and I you basically have to to read it as a reblog. I also was really unsatisfied with the end result.

So, I did the most Feathery™️ thing every and REWROTE THE WHOLE GODDAMN THING.

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Elain Archeron was running late.

Granted, it was only by seven minutes, which—in many social circles—was still considered well within the accepted boundaries of punctuality.

The problem was that a) being late made Elain anxious, and b) there was absolutely nothing polite about Nesta Archeron when she was made to wait, even by her own kin.

Yet another reason it had been critical that Elain arrive on time: Nesta was already likely to be somewhat hacked off when she saw what Elain was wearing tonight, and Elain had hoped to avoid any further dramatics on her elder sister’s part.

She spent half the cab ride downtown trying to convince herself that it was fine that she’d borrowed something out of Nesta’s closet (even if it had been without permission) and that she hadn’t had a choice; she simply didn’t own anything appropriate for dinner at a four-star restaurant. However, by the time the cab slithered under Trump Tower’s unsavory shadow and into Hell’s Kitchen, she’d given up pretending.

The truth was she had half a dozen cocktail dresses that would have been perfectly suitable for dinner in the West Village, even if the place they were going was one of the nicest sushi restaurants in the city. No, Elain had raided Nesta’s closet for a far more embarrassing reason: she’d been in search of a dress she hoped might finally win her Azriel’s attention.

The Night We Met

An alternate ending for ACOMAF leads to devastating results and a severely different Prythian 100 years after the war. Azriel stumbles upon a mysterious female who, unbeknownst to him, is the believed-dead Elain Archeron, in a magically suspended slumber. This is the story of discovering her past and healing together.

Word Count: 1938

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A week later, Cassia still hadn’t managed to summon any visions on her own, though she had had another dream. Nothing spectacular, just one involving gardening behind a massive estate. She had mentioned the estate to Azriel, and he said he was going to check in the Solar courts to see if there was anything matching the description, but nothing turned up.

She was managing to make progress with walking though. She still needed Azriel’s help with her clumsiness, but she had managed a few short trips without his support before he caught her weight again. He was convinced that within a few days, she’d be up and hobbling around the cabin on her own, even if just in short bursts.

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Azriel awoke, his eyes opening wide and bright. Not sure what had awoken him. Whether it is a bad dream on just his usual insomnia. He didn’t know. All he knew was the woman that lay in the bed beside him was not his usual bed partner. Usually, he slept alone. Trying to block out the sounds of his brothers and the distant sounds of their lovemaking. But tonight, he wasn’t alone. He looked down to the woman asleep in his arms. He had her wrapped up so tight, his whole body enveloped her. His arms tight, her legs tangled with his. Their bodies still naked from the events of a few hours ago when they were so soaked with sweat they both fell into the covers of the bed. What had felt like years of pining had turned into epic sex, kisses and declaring of love.

He had always cared about Elain. Ever since the first moment, he saw her. She was so welcoming in her house when she was a human. But he saw the ring on her finger. He didn’t let sadness spread to his face. When she was turned by the cauldron she became even more beautiful. He didn’t even know that was possible. He was the one that helped her into the new life she never wanted. He provided her with comfort and friendship. He would listen to her talking non-stop about plants. He sat with her as she showed him her drawings and plans for the townhouse garden. She was so pure and soft. He never thought she would ever feel the same way. But she did. And after years of waiting, he finally got to claim her. With her mate downstairs, he knew it was wrong. Rhys had warned him off. Not wanting to start a war. Azriel tried to stay away. He looked somewhere else. But he always ended up back with Elain. Trying to be her friend. But last night. It all changed. They made their way to each other, both not wanting to wait any longer.

It was a simple, short kiss that Elain pressed onto Azriel’s lips that started it. It lasted less than a second. But when he looked into her eyes he saw everything he wanted. He wasn’t going to dismiss this a second time. He would deal with the consequences later. So he kissed her back. This time the kiss was longer. Harder. A kiss that lead them to her bedroom together, locking the door and making love for the first time together.

Maybe it was fear that woke him up. When Rhys finds out, Azriel knows he’ll have hell to pay. But he didn’t care. All he cared about was this beautiful, strong and kind woman in his arms. He squeezed her tighter and let his face fall into the crook of her neck. Breathing her in.

“Go back to sleep.” Elain’s soft voice said frightening Azriel.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He replied.

Elain moved in the bed. Azriel’s arms moving from her body where they were still wrapped. She turned to face him. Both on their sides staring at each other.

Elain didn’t say anything. She placed one hand on his chest, and with her other hand, she lifted her index finger to his lips. Running them over the plump pink. Azriel kisses her finger before she moved her hand up to his face and into his hair.

“Do you regret it? What we did?” Her voice was quiet. A look of worry and concern on her face.

Now Azriel was scared. “No, no. Of course, I don’t.” He said quickly in a rush. “Do …. Do you?”

Elain shook her head. “No.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you to worry. Please don’t worry.”

“But Lucian…. And Rhys.”

She shook her head again. “We’ll figure it out.” She moved closer to him. Hooking a leg over his hip.

Azriel was scared. He was scared that tonight was just a one-time thing. He was scared of what Rhys would say when he finds out. And Lucian. He has every right to kill him.

“Go back to sleep.” She said again moving her hand to his hip so she could snuggle closer.

Azriel’s face moved back to her neck. His eyes closed. He snuggled into her. Wrapping her up in his arms he would enjoy this moment. He had Elain. In his arms. Her body covered in his scent and love marks from his mouth. He would enjoy this moment.

“I love you.” He whispered ever so softly.

“I love you too.” She replied as they both slowly drifted back to sleep. In each other’s arms.

My soul left my body. This is beautiful 🥰

A Midnight Wish

To no ones surprise, Rhysand had seen to it that Nesta and Cassian's mating ceremony would be a grand affair. This alone had caused the date to be pushed back a week.

Silks of dark blue and silver were draped through the small temple. Golden lanterns and rose petals lined the aisle, leading toward a raised dais, in which a beautiful arch of intricately woven flowers awaited. Rows of chairs faced the dais, ropes of garland draped along their backs.

The ceremony would be a small, intimate affair, followed by a reception in the Night Court palace, where guests from all over Prythian would come to feast and drink and congratulate the newly mated couple.

Elain had spent the last few days working on the arch and floral centerpieces, comprised of all white flowers with splashes of greenery. She had also helped Mor with the menu, a feast fit for a king and queen. Feyre was juggling motherhood with her High Lady duties, but still managed to oversee the invitations and correspondences.

Elain was sweating when she finally stepped back from the arch, taking one final appraising look. Nesta and Cassian would stand beneath it, swearing their vows and sealing their bond.

"It's perfect," came Mor's voice from behind.

"Is it?" Elain bit her lip. "Do you think--"

"I think you have dirt and baby's-breath in your hair, you still need to dress, and the ceremony will begin in an hour." Elain whipped around in alarm, but Mor touched her shoulder and laughed. "Go dress. I'll take care of the rest."

The Night We Met

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

The mattress softly groaned beneath Azriel as he opened his eyes far too late in the morning and beheld Cassia staring at him.

He vaguely remembered rubbing the circles into her skin until … oblivion. When he had broken his own rules and ended up here, in her bed. And there wasn’t even any hiding that fact because he’d slept in too late to slip out unnoticed.

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I’m in love 😍

Rhys: Stay away from Elain

Mr. "tie me to a tree and I'll rip it out of the ground" Azriel: Sure

I’m so in love with him

Threads, Spells, & Mating Bonds

Full warning - this may be a crack theory. But a logical one.

Anyways, I’m a big proponent of the true mate/two mate theories. The gist of that theory is when Elain was made, the Cauldron (because it loves Elain) or Hyburn (for his own amusement) gave Elain a second mate, Lucien, but Azriel is Elain’s true mate. Azriel’s reactions to Elain really lend credence to this theory. Check out posts on that here, here, and here (the third link has major TOG spoilers). 

WHAT IF the moment Elain went into the Cauldron, a spell was cast, a thread was made, that tricked Lucien’s instincts into believing that a mating bond was created? 

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Interesting

My Strength Is Yours

Summary: After that almost-kiss on Solstice night, Azriel’s thoughts and feelings are even messier than before. Most of all, he’s in despair over the mating bond and his unkind fate, meant to keep him apart from Elain. It takes the female’s boldness and an oath to redesign their future once and for all.

Word Count: 5195                    Song of the Fic

❗️ Spoilers for ACoSF (Azriel POV)

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A/N: I would highly recommend listening to the Song of the Fic. I think it’s the perfect angsty Elriel song! If you’re looking for more song recs by 5SOS hmu. 🌹

He felt her discomfort like a second skin.

It was a snake of tension, slithering across his chest and around the curve of his biceps, much like his shadows were prone to do. But unlike the sensation of the black wisps, Elain’s unease tightened his muscles. He was aware of every single exalted breath in the room, the sound scraping at his ears, and he wished the other male would disappear. Did he not know he was the reason for her distress, her hollowed out confidence?

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This is beautiful 😍

I feel like the only one who is vehemently against this acotar tv show

You are not 😭 I just don’t trust most adaptations, and with something I’m so deeply into ... it just can’t live up to expectations and I’m going to be really bummed when there are characters cast and suddenly my internal vision of these characters starts to collapse. Shegrorksbfhrnenwkejthrbrjd

The Night We Met

An alternate ending for ACOMAF leads to devastating results and a severely different Prythian 100 years after the war. Azriel stumbles upon a mysterious female who, unbeknownst to him, is the believed-dead Elain Archeron, in a magically suspended slumber. This is the story of discovering her past and healing together.

Word Count: 2330

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tamlin is off in Autumn negotiating with Beron, Azriel’s shadows whispered to him a week later. He gulped, knowing what this meant and why they had alerted him. This meant it would be significantly safer to move around the Spring Court, and considering that his charge seemed to have loved flowers enough in a past life, he had been hoping to get her out of the cabin.

He instructed Nuala to give Cassia something suitable for the temperatures to wear. The mysterious female could now sit up at least long enough to dress herself, though the process was slow-going. And she usually got tired rather quickly, but he could sense her resolve and feel her strengthening. It was only a matter of time before she was back on her feet in some capacity.

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Let the mutual pining begin!

The Night We Met

An alternate ending for ACOMAF leads to devastating results and a severely different Prythian 100 years after the war. Azriel stumbles upon a mysterious female who, unbeknownst to him, is the believed-dead Elain Archeron, in a magically suspended slumber. This is the story of discovering her past and healing together.

Word Count: 2245

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Cassia woke the next morning to a rough sensation rubbing against her hand. There, lying next to her own on the mattress, was Azriel’s hand, sticking up oddly from where he dozed on the floor next to her.

Had he really slept through the rest of the night with their hands intertwined? She had thought … Well, it was obvious that while she had known he was her savior for what felt like her entire existence, he had had no such prior connection to her.

The thought weighed leaden in her gut, because as much as she wanted to believe that any sort of affection she had for him could be returned, she knew this male did not open up easily. Their fingers woven together must just be a fluke sent by the universe—a male too exhausted for his body to fidget during his rest.

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Jake Connelly is my new obsession.

But SHOULD I want that? - Probably not ..

Elain bit her lower lip, and it took every ounce of Azriel's restraint to keep from putting his own teeth there.

....

Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.

Offer and permission.

He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.