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You Who I Desire
The one she had been mated to, the Autumn Fox with his clicking metallic eye and flowing auburn hair, was not who she’d wanted. For in his company, she was a mere shadow. A shadow in a shadow. She was the shadow of her true self, living in the shadow of her bond with him.
Though, the one who called for her heart, demanded her attention without even knowing so, the handsome brooding Shadowsinger of the Night Court. Oh, how he’d charmed her with his beauty and his understanding. But more importantly, with his wonderful company and unwavering attention. The Spymaster with beautiful scarred hands who had first taken her to the garden and who had spent time with her in silent companionship. In his company, she was light emerging from the depths of darkness. In his company, she bloomed—like a vibrant rose.
He was not her mate. Not the one the Cauldron chose worthy of her. No thread weaved through her ribs and his. And yet, it was toward him that she felt pulled whenever she entered a room that also graced his silent, shadowy presence. It was as if a hand had been wrapped around her very heart, urging her nearer to him. Telling her to approach him, if only to hear a sound from his lips in that voice of night-chilled mist and cedar as it floated over to her ears. Like a soothing caress to her weary soul.
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Thought of this little bit while in the shower 🫠
A little elriel one shot i suppose
#more like thought of the last bit in the shower and decided to add some prefixto it#elriel#elain archeron#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x elain#elain x azriel#elain acotar#elain and azriel#azriel acotar#elriel fic#elriel headcanon#acotar#fuckmelifesucks
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dad!simon masterlist | taglist | masterlist | request info
dad!simon who will near fall asleep on the sofa, sat upright with wide legs and his arms crossed, only opening one eye to pretend he’s listening while one of his daughters rambles about school drama.
dad!simon who scoffs when another monthly subscription or amazon payment goes through his card, brows knitted together after asking just why the house has to be subscribed to four separate streaming services.
dad!simon who never remembers his kids’ friends names. it could be his daughters best friend of seven years and he still wouldn’t remember.
dad!simon who visually could not care less about the gossip his daughter waffles about, mumbling “mhm” every so often to appear engaged though shrugging when called out on his evident boredom.
dad!simon who tsks at all the parcels that come through the door day-to-day. living with three daughters and a wife, it’s constant. he detests being the only one home and having to sign for something — will actively ignore a knock on the door when there’s other people in the house.
dad!simon who (when drunk) is the height of amusement for his eldest. many snapchats exist of him being handed the phone already recording and goofily grinning into it while looking up at her “what am i supposed to be looking at?”
dad!simon who sticks post-it notes in bold handwriting to the fridge whenever anyone has an appointment due the following day. “don’t forget.” complete with a fullstop and a harsh underline of the time in military digits.
dad!simon who replies sarcastically to almost every obvious question with his natural glare, something each of his kids had genetically taken: “don’t ask stupid questions and you won’t get stupid answers.” he loves them really.
dad!simon who silenced the family groupchat as soon as he had figured out how to, only replying every other day with a thumbs up reaction or more likely a thumbs down.
dad!simon who side eyes his kids. he doesn’t mean it, yet it happens. watching throw away tv? side eye. talking too loud on the phone? side eye. wearing a questionable outfit? side eye.
dad!simon who has a firm routine. he fucking detests being interrupted, and or spoken to from the hours of five till seven in the morning. he’ll get up, have food and go to the gym all in this time frame before anyone can dent his peace.
dad!simon who sighs avidly. a long and painful sigh after any merely simple question is asked or he’s to pick up one of his kids from a night out. “fucking well told ‘er not to expect me past twelve.” while accidentally slamming the door behind him, keys jingling around his finger.
dad!simon who struggles to show affection in any other way than a short pat of the shoulder or a one armed hug, pulling his kids into his chest for mere seconds before stepping back.
dad!simon who groans whenever anything gets moved in the house. his military mind in favour of keeping things in one position, untouched and moved for preferably ever unless he was told. though, having kids didn’t quite work like that.
dad!simon who: “do i ‘av to do fucking everything in this house? eh?”
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˗ˏˋ university is still kicking my arse into next week. i joined the football team too, fuck knows why i’m making myself busier than i have to be. alas here we are, and i’m feeding the pigeons! aka sprinkling dad headcannons until i get traction again. pls love me, pls follow me, pls reblog, pls validate me.
the reason i tag this as ‘x reader’ as it’s ur fuckin family with him. no one bite my head off man i can’t be bothered tonight.
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Two mates theory
This might be an outlandish theory but I feel like it makes sense and I mean this fandom is all about it’s crack theories anyway.
But, we know how much the cauldron loves Elain and how it didn’t even want to hurt her and it gave her a gift. (Like seriously, it loves her.) Well, what if the cauldron loved her so much it gave her two mates….?
Just hear me out real quick. Lucien felt the bond snap into place and immediately declared Elain as his mate right then and there. But Azriel was bleeding out on the floor halfway dead with an ash arrow through his chest. He was in a lot of pain and ash arrows are supposed to weaken their magic or whatever.
So, maybe the mating bond snapped into place with Azriel as well but he didn’t feel it bc of the ash and bc he was in so much pain. And even if he did feel something, Lucien had already claimed her and felt the bond so maybe it wasn’t even a thought in Azriel’s mind bc how could she have 2 mates? And also, he was dying so I doubt he was thinking much of anything along those lines.
I also say this because we notice a lot of mate like behavior from Azriel for Elain.
1. He was the first to notice her absence and immediately signed himself up to save her despite knowing he would probably die. (I mean come on now, even Nesta was like hold up…)
2. Madja was the one to say if anyone can sense something is amiss, it’s a mate. Yet Lucien wasn’t the one to figure out what Elain was, Azriel was. (You can also tie this in with number 2 that he noticed something was wrong/that Elain was missing). This is such a huge one to me.
3. Azriel’s shadows gathered when he heard that Nesta and Elain fought. His shadows gathered around him when he was told he’d die if he went to save her too. And his shadows gathered when Nesta insulted Elain. And when Rhys was talking about Lucien in acofas to Azriel. (Azriel and his shadows are protective of her and show when he is angry)
4. Mates usually don’t like the mention of being with another person besides their mate (bc they’re possessive) and Azriel outright growled when Rhys even suggested going to a pleasure hall.
5. Azriel can not stand the smell of Elain and Lucien’s mating bond… pretty weird.
6. He’s been longing after her for so long and can’t even sleep…? What’s going on there? I mean you’re telling me the shadow singer is struggling that much over someone who isn’t even his mate…? Mates long for one another…
7. Males feel the pull of the mating bond more than the females. So this leads back to #6 and it also begs the question on why Lucien is able to stay away for so long and seem fine, yet Azriel is struggling with his feelings and trying to stay away but it’s hard for him.
8. Azriel giving Elain Truth-Teller, something he has never let another soul touch in his 500 years of living… how he just trusts her so easily with his beloved weapon…
Even if he isn’t her mate, he shows a lot of characteristics that mates do.
And on the other hand…
Not mate-like behavior:
1. Saying your mate was “thrown” at you.
2. Saying you want to see your mate to see if she’s “worth it”.
3. Speaking about another woman and blushing about it.
Honorable mention: Sarah did say it was possible for Fae to have more than one mate. Though at the time she was talking about ToG but I mean if it can happen in one series… also she said this a year before acomaf was released. Probably doesn’t mean anything but just putting that out there…
Honestly, this is just a fun theory I was thinking about but who knows what could happen. 🤷🏽♀️
(Also, credits to @fuckmelifesucks & @eloeloeheheh for refreshing my memory on some of the mate behaviors and Azriel’s shadows. 🥰)
#just for funsies#i think the idea of 2 mates is cool and something we’ve never seen#but I mean I’m not putting too much weight in this theory#it was just a fun theory to think about#acotar#elain archeron#azriel#elriel#sarah j maas#acotar 5#azriel shadowsinger
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your voice in autumn: act v (in other words)
“Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.” —Vincent Van Gogh
Read here on AO3, this is only the first block of the chapter.
Word count: 18,000
here it is, folks! five consecutive chapters later and I have finally written down -fin- on this one monster of a fic. angst with a happy ending, as promised!
(in another life)
She could have chosen him when he asked.
She could have married him in secret.
She could have memorized the sleep lines his pillow leaves on his face.
She could have heard all forty-three nicknames of hers roll off his tongue.
They could have travelled the world, just the two of them, making their own modest way. Her with her violin, him with his sword skills. She’d have knelt in the field of tulips with him at her side, and mourned her father together.
In this life, though...
In this life, she replaces him as an intelligence officer, joins Rhys and the twins in their quadrigal system and completes assignments, installs kings in Rask and exploits loopholes and is praised for her success. She decodes messages from spies, visions in her vulnerable sleep, runs assessments of risks and formats reports to her High Lord and Lady.
In this life, she wonders: had he lived under this heavy of a burden on his shoulders?
In this life, she wonders: had he lived under this heavy of a burden on his shoulders?
She wonders: was he even the person she thought he was? When the dust settles and confusion is an agitated snake roaming and thrashing on the floor, Elain curls in her apartment in a corner and thinks about all the Others she is not living, and she is terrified.
Of that solitary burning desire for all those lives she’s lost—she wants comfort. A life of mediocrity, of great silent love as steady and sure as an undisturbed river, where she doesn’t have to step out of her bubble, where she feels content and happy all the time and she has everything she could dream of but she’s frightened of giving in to that comfort because it is there, at arm’s reach—no, it’s at her fingertips. She’s lived it, for a long while, with no consequences; how many months had she wasted away in her bed and chair and gardens? The world had not been better off or worse from her lack of involvement; she can, in all good faith, return to her gardens, and her mellow existence of yearning for her old life and dreams.
In this life, though, Elain clutches her head, stares into empty space, and combs through everything she believed about the male she thought had hung the moon and winked the stars into existence.
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I've wanted to do this for a while SO here is a list of my fav usernames (that I wish I'd come up with) that interacted with my posts in the last few days.
in no particular order:
@riots-not-diets-ffs
@genderfuckedslut
@my-familiar-is-a-badger
@i--am-melonlord
@i-wanna-see-some-az
@aceofspleens
@wavesofchaos
@theinfamousmickieg
@diggorycullen
@estrangedtaco
@livsarthaven
@fuckmelifesucks
@imaginarypigs
@taylorgasmtpr
@greatcreatorbiscuitprofessor
@paranoidbagel
@goddamnblazeinthedark
This was born out of resentment for my own username ALSO there are probably more but I did this in 15 minutes like the raging procrastinator I am
Also ty all for liking and reblogging as it provides me with daily ego boosts and false hope that I am, in fact, funny.
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Cheap Alcohol and Ruined Sleep
Pairings: Elriel/Feysand/Nessian
Summary: Cass and Rhys make regretful 'college student' choices. Az is homicidal. The sisters' night is ruined with them having to help play babysitter. Nesta is annoying. Feyre is tired. Elain is trying to help Az keep his sanity.
Warning: Modern college AU.
Words: 2.4k
Characters: ACOTAR; Sarah J Mass.
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“Huh?”
Elain sat up in her bed with a frown, resting the book she’d been reading on her nightstand. The furrow of her brows deepened when she saw what time her clock displayed. Another knock was heard from across the small apartment she shared with her sisters, both peacefully asleep in their own rooms.
Pushing away the glaring screen of her laptop displaying the assignment she’d been working on for the past few hours, she climbed out of her bed and padded out of her room and towards the entry door, wondering who it might be this late at night.
She curled her fingers around the knob and pulled open the door only to be greeted with a sight that surprised her but also didn’t at the same time. “Azriel?”
Hazel eyes like sunsets and autumn leaves and spring trees shot up to meet hers, a weariness to them that made her eyebrows rise as she asked, “What’s wrong?”
With all the seriousness of the world, Azriel questioned, “Would you, by any chance, have some chloroform lying around?” As if that were the most normal thing to ask, and not at all concerning.
“Umm…” Elain blinked up at him, taking in his disheveled raven hair falling onto his forehead and his wrinkled white tee and black sweats and the slight redness to his eyes along with the circles underneath. “Az, why would you need chloroform at two in the morning?”
So monotonous in his reply, it genuinely surprised Elain as he spoke, “I plan on using it on Cassian and Rhysand and then I’m going to drag them out and load them into my truck to go dump them in a shallow ditch somewhere faraway so that I can finally be rid of them and get at least one good night’s sleep.”
“Huh.” Elain stared up at him in the dim light of the silent hallway with her lips parted. Her eyes flicked to the door behind Azriel almost as if she could see the other two men inside. “And what are they up to this time around to get you so worked up?”
Before Azriel could even open his mouth to answer, a disturbingly loud bang of someone’s body slamming into a wall sounded, followed by muffled cries of curses, startling Elain.
A moment later, the door to the apartment opposite Elain’s, that Azriel shared with his brothers, swung open and out came two very drunk and very clumsy men who just so happened to be said brothers and Elain’s question was answered without Azriel having to say a word. Azriel groaned out a series of colorful choice words while burying his face into his hands.
“Lainy!” Cassian gasped as he rushed towards her, face flushed and eyes droopy, and squeezed her in a hug that lifted her off her feet and almost made her lose the ability breathe.
“Oh God, Cass, put me down, please,” she wheezed out, repeatedly tapping against Cassian’s shoulder.
“Put her down, you idiot. You’re suffocating her, for fuck’s sake.” Azriel rubbed at his temples, already over having to babysit two grown adults who were acting like children.
Elain took in a deep breath the instant Cassian let go off her. With a hand to her chest and wide eyes, Elain could only watch as Cass barged right into the girls’ apartment, slamming the door against the wall in the process with a very loud ‘Nes!’ on his way. Nesta was so going to kill him when she woke up. And she most definitely had woken up by now. Elain just knew it. Feyre had most likely too.
“Hiya, ‘Lain,” Rhysand slurred with a drunken smile and ruffled her hair clumsily before joining Cass, murmuring if his ‘Feyre darling, love of my life’ was awake.
She slowly turned to the third person who was currently busy glaring daggers at his brothers while massaging temples a little too hard. Az turned his attention back at her with an apologetic look. “Sorry for ruining your night as well.”
“No need to apologize, even though I would’ve much preferred a quiet night,” Elain murmured out the last part under her breath as she rubbed her palms against the sides of her pajama-covered thighs. “Just…why are they drunk on a weeknight anyway?”
“Cass came home with some cheap alcohol to celebrate the fact that he passed in a test he was sure he’d fail. Managed to rope Rhys in as well, somehow.”
“Dear God…Nesta is going to be so pissed,” Elain groaned.
“I know,” Azriel sighed.
As if she’d been summoned by her name, the door to the room next to Elain’s flung open to reveal a murderous Nesta, blue-grey eyes shimmering with rage as she took in the scene—Cassian conveying something absolutely incoherent to Rhysand while the two sat on or more like threw their weights onto the living room couch that looked way too small beneath the two large men.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Nesta snapped.
The door beside Nesta’s opened as well, though a lot slower this time around, and Feyre stepped out with her hair in disarray, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Nes!” Cassian all but cried out as he jumped up from the couch and Elain winced at the way Nesta’s eyes narrowed on him.
“You. What the fuck are you doing here at this time?” Nesta demanded, steel voice sharp like knives.
“I missed you, Nes!” Cass was going to get himself killed.
“Rhys, why are you here at two in the morning?” Feyre, though clearly annoyed at being woken up so rudely, was comparatively calmer than their older sister.
Rhys, suddenly standing in front of Feyre now with his hands cupping her face, only grinned at her lopsidedly. “I—I’m so drunk, Feyre darling.”
“I can see that. Why are you drunk?”
Rhys shrugged, though it was difficult to tell with all the swaying he was doing, unable to hold his own weight. “Cass—Cassian he…” God, he could barely get the words out. Elain didn’t know how Feyre managed to keep a straight face. “H—He made me drink.” Was he actually pouting?
“I so did not!” Cass, not yet so far gone, protested with an overly dramatic gasp and slapped a hand over his chest rather too loudly. “You wound me with your lies right here, in my very heart, Rhysand!”
“Shut your trap, you idiot!” Nesta hissed, clearly still very grumpy while Rhys flipped Cass off and threw back a “Like I give a fuck.”
“Oh, my god. Someone kill me,” Az murmured.
“Let’s…” Elain blinked, turning away from the shitshow currently taking place in her living room. She made sure the guys’ apartment door was closed before gently pulling Azriel into the girl’s apartment, closing the door behind them. “It’s better if the neighbors don’t hear them.”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t want they at our necks with noise complains in the morning.”
“This escalated a little too quickly,” Elain commented, looking back at the scene and feeling Az rest his forehead on top of her head.
“Hmm. Tell me about it,” he grumbled. Elain only patted his disheveled hair.
Nesta was out of her room now, busy threatening Cassian’s family jewels while he only smiled down at her lazily. Feyre was still handling Rhys, listening to his ramblings. It was a chaotically wholesome and hilarious scene and Elain wanted to capture it in her memory to laugh recalling it come morning when she knew there would be many regrets coming from the two drunken men.
“Don’t you have an early class tomorrow?” Elain asked Azriel, making sure to keep her voice low.
“I do.”
“Reason why you’re contemplating homicide?”
“You know me so well, flower.”
“Um-hm. You might just have to skip, unfortunately.”
Azriel only groaned and then proceeded to curse the fuck out of his brothers’ bloodlines under his breath. “I might just have them sleep on their backs tonight, just in case. Wanna come help me prove my innocence when the cops arrive?”
“Azriel!” Elain gasped, eyes wide and all.
“Kidding. Kidding.” A beat passed. “Or am I?”
“Alright, none of you are leaving this apartment until those two sober up.”
“There you go spilling unnecessary water on all my plans of peace and freedom, flower.”
“Well, forgive me for not wanting you to get locked up for familicide.”
“Whatever would I do without you, love?”
“Probably something morally questionable and self-hazardous.”
“Hmm.” He finally lifted his head to see how much the shitshow had progressed.
Cass slung his arm around Nesta’s shoulders, either not registering or blatantly ignoring the daggers she was shooting at him with her heated glare. “Did you fall out of a vending machine, Nes?”
“What?” Nesta scrunched up her nose, arms crossed across her chest, though made no move to throw Cassian’s arm off her shoulder. She probably sensed he’d fall right on his ass and hurt himself if she did.
“Because you’re one hell of a snack,” Cass smirked, looking very much pleased with his shitty-worse-than-an-amateur flirting skills.
Nesta blinked at him, looking very unsure if she wanted to smack him or get him some help. “What is wrong with you, honestly?”
“Nes! Nes, are you an edible? ‘Cause I’d eat you right up.” Cassian wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, a shit-eating grin pulling at his lips. It was all far too painful to watch.
“Oh, my god, that was so bad it makes me want to kick you in the nuts,” Nesta stated, cringing. Though, amusement, just a tiny speck in her eyes, gave her away.
“But you still wanna kick me in the balls. Me. You want to fuck me so bad, it’s so obvious.” Talk about delusional.
Azriel wondered what past sins he’d committed that were so atrocious that he was being punished for them like this. He wanted to be taken out. Preferably quickly and at that very moment.
Nesta looked at Az then. “Just what type of blasted shit is he on? Did he snort something or what?”
“Cheap alcohol does that to him,” Az replied with a withering glare at Cass who was busy trying to get Nesta’s attention back on him.
Rhys on the other hand… “Feyre darling, I’m the most handsome, aren’t I?” he slurred his words, arms tightly wrapped around Feyre’s waist and face buried deep into her neck.
Feyre just hummed, stroking her fingers through his hair and rubbing gentle circles on his back. “Sure are, you big baby,” she drawled with a smile, affectionate humor sparkling in her blue-grey eyes.
“And you’re even more pretty, Feyre darling. You’re the prettiest,” he went on.
“Um-hm.”
Not even giving her a chance to open her mouth again, he continued, voice muffled and childish, “And I won you over with my glamourous wit and charm…” and on and on he went and Feyre let him, content in just babying the grown-ass man.
“It’s a good thing Mor isn’t here to join in with them,” Elain joked as she watched everything unfold.
“I’d have thrown myself out of the nearest window if I had to babysit her as well,” Azriel deadpanned from behind her, dead eyes glaring with murderous intent.
Elain leaned back into his chest and patted his cheek considerately, shaking her head gently with a smile that conveyed both pity and amusement. It was a good thing Mor was away on a field trip.
On that note…“What of Amren?” Their senior probably wouldn’t have been of much help either but still.
“Busy with Varian, as usual. She probably would’ve chewed everyone up for even thinking about disturbing her quality time.”
Elain huffed out a laugh. “Definitely.” Straightening back up, she sighed, a small smile still on her face. “Alright. Let’s go help them before Nesta actually kills Cassian or poor Feyre gets crushed under Rhys with all the weight he’s putting on her.”
“Eh… I’ve got an even better idea. How about we sneak back to my apartment and let those two deal with their drunk men.”
“Az...”
“…”
“Azriel.”
“…fine.” He let out a long suffered sigh. “Just ‘cause you asked nicely, flower.”
“Good.” Elain shook her head with her smile still intact and physically pulled Az with her to deal with their respective siblings’ antics.
“Come on, Rhys. Get off me. You’re heavy.”
“But Feyre darling…”
“We’ll both fall!”
“Cassian, I love you but I’ll seriously chop your dick off if you don’t stop with the cheesy pick-up lines.”
“I thought they were working!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Azriel, come get your brother!”
“Why do I have to put up with this shit?”
“Elain! Help me with Rhys, please!”
“Dear God…”
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It seemed that in the midst of chaos, no one was actually able to return back to their designated spaces. At some point, everyone had found a spot to fall asleep in the girls’ living room itself, though their backs were sure to be disagreeable with when they were to finally wake up.
Cassian ended up falling asleep on the floor with one foot on the couch, snoring loudly. Nesta was right there with him, her head cushioned on Cassian’s stomach as she slept soundly, not paying any mind to the rumbling under her head.
Rhysand and Feyre were a few feet away, both on the floor as well, all cuddled up with each other. Rhys had a hand wrapped loosely around Feyre’s waist, curling up against her as they both slept facing each other, legs intertwined and all.
Azriel and Elain slept leaning against the couch. Or more like Az with his back against the couch as he sprawled out on the floor with Elain’s back against his chest as she slept curled between his legs. Head tucked under Azriel’s chin, Elain was all but glued to his front with his arms resting circled around her shoulders.
All were in awkward positions and yet all were deep asleep. Completely and utterly relaxed. Alarms were missed, classes were skipped and assignments were left forgotten and incomplete.
Although, there was a ton of grumbling and groaning and cursing when everyone finally came to. Especially from the two who were miserably hungover and regretting their life choices. They did get quite an earful and a few particular choice words each from the others who did not take it easy on them for fucking up their sleep with their drunken escapades.
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Wanted to try writing about all three couples and not just elriel tho this is still kinda elriel centric I just can't seem to help myself 🫠
#acotar fic#elriel#feysand#nessian#the archeron sisters#elain archeron#nesta archeron#feyre archeron#azriel shadowsinger#rhysand acotar#cassian acotar#elain x azriel#feyre x rhysand#nesta x cassian#elriel fic#feysand fic#nessian fic#acotar#fuckmelifesucks
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~Shy Glances and Restricted Touches~
They were not holding hands, but their shadows were...
|Happy Elriel Month 🫶|
|Art by me|
|Pair: Elain and Azriel|
|Characters: Sarah J Mass|
@elrielmonth
@elriel-month
#elrielmonth23#elriel month week 1#elriel fanart#elriel#elain archeron#acotar#azriel#azriel shadowsinger#elain acotar#elriel month#elriel art#azriel acotar#elain and azriel#elain x azriel#azriel and elain#azriel x elain#elain#elriel month 2023#my art#fuckmelifesucks
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You Saw
Pair: Elriel {For Elriel Month 2023}
Summary: Elain pours her heart out to Azriel.
Warning: Angsty, no specific POV so kinda messy.
Words: 3.6k
Characters: ACOTAR; Sarah J Mass.
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“I did it.”
The soft murmur was heard from the doorway of the living room in the empty Townhouse. He stilled, every muscle in his body going taut as the soft words floated over to where he stood in front of the unlit fireplace. He registered the words, mulling over the meaning behind them. She did it. Had she done what he thought she had? Or was he getting ahead of himself? She couldn’t possibly have done what he thought she had.
No, she wou –
All thoughts ceased as he turned to face her. His mind went silent at the look on her face as she stood there, chest heaving and cheeks red. It was the look of utter relief. The look of finally doing something one was too afraid to do, thinking that there would be severe consequences. It was the look of relief he knew he once donned himself when he had been released from the shackles of that prison of his childhood –that small dark room where the very shadows became his only friend.
The shadows that twirled around him stilled as well. For a moment, nothing moved, as if the whole world itself held its breath to see what came next.
“What?” The word came out so low, he wondered if she even heard him.
Elain took a step into the room, then another and another until she was well over halfway in, her dress of soft pinks and violets rasping behind her, so at odds with the dark leathers that he donned and the shadows that surrounded him, circling his hands and weaving through his fingers, the massive wings that peeked over his shoulders imposingly.
“I did it. I talked to him. I told him – ” She paused, gulping around the thick ball of emotions lodged in her throat, hands clenching the fabric of her dress into fists, “I told Lucien that I did not want him. That I could not be with him and that I wanted to break –reject the bond. I wanted to break it even, if that were possible.”
Azriel didn’t know what to say, what to do with his clenched hands and tight jaw, what to do with his mouth full of cotton and head heavy as lead, his wings tucked tightly against his back. So he stared. Stared as he had so many times before when he thought no one was looking. Stared with the same longing that tightened around his chest like a vice and the same pain that choked him like a noose wrung around his neck every time he was reminded that he could not have her, that she was mated to another. That didn’t seem to deter Elain much as she went on.
“We talked, really talked about everything. He told me how he was happy in the human lands with Vassa and Julian and I told him how I was happy here, in the Night Court, with my family. I told him how I felt like I finally had found a purpose for myself. I told him everything that I felt ever since the bond snapped into place. And – ” She took in a breath, as if to collect her raging emotions, “I told him that I could never feel for him the way the bond wanted us to feel for one another. I told him that I could never give him my heart. And that with me, he would always be miserable. We would both be miserable if ever we were to accept the bond.”
She took another step in Azriel’s direction, watching him stand there, as still as a magnificently beautiful statue. Though, his shadows belied him, dashing from one spot to another, swirling in tight circles, clinging to him, as if to help hold him together. His wings flexed.
“And Lucien – ” The backs of her eyes burned and Elain was sure the tips of her pointed ears were glaringly red, “ –agreed.”
The breath was knocked out of Azriel’s chest as she uttered those words in a gentle voice of relief. In a tone that felt like the spring finally coming after a cold, harsh winter. He couldn’t seem to grasp what she was saying and yet he could.
She had decided to reject her bond with the Autumn Fox. For a moment he felt like he was still asleep, passed out from sheer exhaustion and that this was one of the many torturous dreams that made him never want to wake up from his slumber again. He almost pinched himself to make sure.
“We agreed to reject the mating bond together,” Elain said softly, her doe eyes flickering.
Elain watched Azriel finally move, taking a few steps towards her, eating up far more distance between them with only a few strides. She wanted him closer. Wanted for him to rush toward her and pull her impossibly close to him. Wanted for him to wrap her up in his arms and cocoon them in his wings and kiss her until she was breathless and then kiss her some more.
“Why?” There was not a crack of emotion on his face as the syllables left his mouth. Though, Elain knew him. She saw him and saw beyond that hard unmoving mask he so often hid behind. She saw the uncertainty. Not in her or in them, but in himself. Elain felt her heart burn for him.
Azriel watched Elain tilt her head slightly, a small furrow between her brows and thought to elaborate, “Why can you never feel for him that way? Why can you not give him your heart?”
Deep down, he knew the answer all too well and yet he needed to ask her, needed to hear it from her own mouth, in that sweet, delicate voice of hers that felt like feathers softly gliding down his skin. Like a cool salve to his injured heart. He needed to hear her say it to believe it for self-doubt always gnawed at his insides like termites.
Elain let out a soft breath of air, “Because… I only have one heart and it already belongs to someone else.”
Blood rushed to Azriel’s ears and for a heartbeat, he couldn’t hear anything other than the pounding in them. He said nothing but the small distance that separated them held enough tension that even a blind person could feel it. Behind him, his shadows lashed out in a frenzy, some dancing, some gliding, some rushing, some darting around. He resisted the urge to spread his wings –peacocking them, as Elain so very generously liked to put it.
He felt so much and yet, not a single thing showed on his unmoving face as Elain gazed at him. He was feeling far too much and he didn’t know what to do. And so, unknowingly, he let that mask of icy stillness that he wore so often to hide the turmoil within him fall into place. He had never been good with such feelings and emotions, after all.
And yet, Elain saw right through it. No matter what mask he hid behind, somehow, Elain always saw through and looked solely into the Azriel hidden beneath. Her brows furrowed as she took a step closer to him, tilting her head once more, though no milky sheen took over her eyes as it did whenever the Seer within her came out.
“Take your mask off when you are with me,” She said in a soft but firm whisper of honey and jasmine.
Azriel blinked, and then a moment later, all that he felt, the surprise, the relief, the happiness, the uncertainty, the self-doubt, the worry, crossed over his eyes like white clouds passing over a field, turning grey as a storm brewed. He let that mask drop and laid himself bare for Elain to see. To see what he’d never let anyone get a glimpse of. He let her see all that he was and all that he felt – his emotions wrecking him from within.
“Oh, Azriel…” The sound of his name from her lips threatened to leave him undone, “Had you really thought I could ever leave you behind for a bond that I didn’t even want?”
Sorrow coated her doe-brown eyes as she neared him, stopping only when there was barely any space between the two. Elain watched as the shadows that so tightly wound around him backed away, instead circling the two of them in a ball. She bit her lip as she brought a hand up to cup Azriel’s cheek, soothing a thumb across his honey-brown skin.
“Did you really think that I could give my heart to anyone but –” Her voice wavered at the anguish in his eyes, “ –but you?”
Had anyone ever chosen Azriel the way she chose him? Had anyone ever been willing to give up something as sacred as a mating bond only for him? Azriel knew the answer to those questions and felt like he was going to break into a million pieces right there, only to have Elain pick each one up and put him back together with her loving hands that took such care of him just because she wanted to.
He parted his lips and yet nothing came out. Thoughts swirled like a hurricane in his mind and yet he couldn’t seem to open his mouth and word them. He feared that the hurricane might just sweep him up within it and leave him lost and ruined. But one look at that soft face of Elain and her knowing gaze always pulled him back. He watched her eyes flicker and knew that she knew all that he wanted to say and yet couldn’t know how to.
Azriel knew he was done for. Knew that his heart solely belonged to the soft and gentle yet fierce middle Archeron sister. Knew that he would carve out his own heart and present it to her on a platter of gold if only she asked. He fell to his knees then, feeling heavy in body and in soul, his legs feeling useless as they refused to support his weight upright as such emotions threatened to consume him whole.
A soft gasp left Elain’s lips as Azriel fell to his knees before her, his head bowed and shoulders hunched, wings lying limp behind him. And in that moment, Elain couldn’t find it in herself to see the fabled Shadowsinger or the feared and ruthless Spymaster of the Night Court in the male before her. In that moment, all she could see was the scared little boy in that cold and dark room, who suffered through what no child should’ve gone through. In that moment, he seemed so impossibly small and vulnerable. Elain felt her heart shatter for the boy who was never loved the way he deserved to be loved.
She was kneeling in front of him in a heartbeat as the organ within her chest threatened to burst out. He refused to meet her eyes as Elain took hold of his hands, stroking the rough ridges on the backs of them in gentle caresses. Azriel’s throat tightened and it felt like someone had shoved thorns into his mouth. His eyes burned as dams of emotions thrashed within him to spill over.
“Azriel.” The soft whisper wrapped in a delicate voice seeped into him like a drip of warm honey. “Look at me, Azriel.”
Had he ever shied away from anyone’s gaze in such a way? Had he ever been so vulnerable that he couldn’t meet someone with his eyes? He was not sure. And yet, as Elain asked that very thing of him, he couldn’t find it in himself to look into her eyes. He knew that if he did, he would spill, tipped over like a weak boat in a sea storm.
“Please.”
That soft plea coated with such tendrils of desperation had Azriel’s heart almost stopping, his gut wrecking at the anguished tone. Finally, as he looked up, Elain’s breath hitched at the sorrow etched onto his beautifully carved face. At the wetness that rimmed his sharp eyes –such bright hues of magnificent greens and browns and yellows and greys swirling in them.
Elain brought a hand up to cup his cheek, golden-brown skin smooth like marble under her touch, and Azriel leaned into it, craving the warmth of her palm against him. That mere touch felt like the warmth of the sun and the sweetness of care. It anchored him like nothing else had.
“My sweet Azriel.” She stroked her thumb across his cheek like a lover’s caress, “How could I ever even imagine choosing anyone over you? Giving my heart to anyone who wasn’t you?”
Azriel didn’t know how long he would last before the dams tipped over. He brought his hand up to hold onto the one Elain had so softly placed onto his cheek. A cord had wrapped so tightly around his lungs, he almost couldn’t breathe. He tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. His mouth felt full of ash wood dust.
Cauldron! He didn’t know what to do.
“I have loved you for so long now. So long, I do not remember my heart belonging to anyone but you.” A tear slithered down Elain’s flushed cheek, “I chose you, my love, so long ago.”
“How long, Elain?” He spoke, at long last. He needed to know. Because deep down, he knew that he too, had chosen her long before he even knew he had. Deep within him, he knew that he’d chosen her when she had tried to wield a fork against Cassian that first time he’d met her. Oh, how lovely and beautiful she had looked, even as a human.
Elain cracked a small smile, a misty sheen spreading across her sweet brown eyes, as if she were recalling a distant memory of hers, “Ever since you saw me when no one else would.”
He had seen her when no one else would. Azriel knew what she meant. All he knew was that he had looked at her and hadn’t been able to look away. How could he when the sight of her always reminded him of beautiful summer dawns and warm peaceful sunsets. She was everything good and pure, it made him wonder, how could anyone ever look away from her. And yet, he knew that her words held a much deeper meaning to them.
“You would really go through with it then,” He rasped weakly. “You would really choose a bastard like me over a mating bond with a High Lord’s son.”
“Yes, Az! Mother above, yes, I would,” Elain huffed. Her soft eyes bore into Azriel’s as she continued, “I would reject a hundred mating bonds as sacred as the Mother herself if only it meant that I could be with you. I would choose you in every lifetime. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you saw me. And you heard me when no one else would. You were always there, at every step of the way. You became my friend when I so desperately needed one. You spent time with me in the gardens even when you didn’t have to –not to get me to talk but only to sit in my silent company. You listened when everyone turned a deaf ear, not giving any mind to the riddles I uttered. You pulled me back from the brink of insanity,” Her voice cracked with the emotions running rampage within her.
A tear leaked from Azriel’s eye as she spoke, “Do you know, Azriel, even in those murky days, you were always real. You were always real even when nothing else was.”
Elain went on, “You saw me, Az, for who I really was. You looked past the pretty face and lovely dresses and saw what lay beneath. You saw the ivy and dirt and thorns hidden beneath the flowers and you accepted them. You saw and were not disappointed. You looked and did not look away. Only you. And day by day –” a wet laugh slipped Elain’s lips, “ –bit by bit, I fell madly and so very deeply in love with you. With all your good and all your bad. With all your scars –inside and out.”
“I fell in love with the male who had become my closest friend. Most importantly, I fell in love with a male my own heart chose worthy of its affections instead of someone chosen for me by some magical pot.” Elain calling the Cauldron –the thing that was life and death itself – that had Azriel’s lips curling humorously, despite the fullness he felt in his chest by her words.
His shadows had thickened so densely as they swirled and circled around the pair tightly, Elain was sure none who entered the room would be able to glimpse them. And yet, not one of his shadows came in between them. Not one dared to conceal him from her. They stayed away, just like Elain had wanted them to. After all, they could never hide him from her. She could read him like she could read the back of her hand.
Elain brought her hand to the back of his neck and leaned forward, their foreheads touching, and closed her eyes for a moment, pulling air into her lungs. His scent of night-chilled mist and cedar enveloped her like a soft comfortable blanket on a winter night. She never wanted to leave.
“You always believed in me, no matter what. Like how you believed in me when you lent me your most prized possession, Truth-Teller. The very knife that helped me kill the King of Hybern. You never saw me as a fragile flower to be kept sheltered.” Gratefulness rang heavy in her soft voice.
“You were never a fragile flower. Anyone who thought that was a fucking gods-damned idiot.” At that, Elain let out a weak laugh and Azriel smiled at the glow on her tear-stained face.
“Yes,” she opened her eyes to look deeply into his, “Yes, they were.”
They gazed into each other’s eyes as such emotions hung between them, content in their own little haven, away from the outside world of politics and war and strategies and unwanted bonds and unsteady alliances. Neither of them wanted to leave but they had to. They knew they had to and so, they cherished each and every little moment they could snatch like hungry lovers who met only in the dead of night, in nooks and crannies, with only the moon and the Mother as their witnesses.
They had been sneaking around for so long, going behind their family’s backs because of the shadow of the mating bond looming over them. The same one that would soon be rejected. The pair couldn’t express how elated they felt at the prospect of not having to shadow their love under the pretense of a mere friendship and finally being able to be what they truly meant to one another.
Two lovers with a love for each other so strong, it could surpass even a mating bond. Theirs was a love not meant to be hidden in dark corridors like secret sins. Theirs was a love that scholars preached about in books of great wonders for centuries to come. Theirs was a love that young hearts dreamed of witnessing.
“My heart solely belongs to you, my Azriel.”
“And you hold mine in the palm of your hands, my love.”
Azriel smiled at the sweetness of love that shone like a hundred suns on Elain’s soft, lovely face, bringing his palm up to the smooth, long expanse of her neck, caressing the skin and then moving up to her cheek, stroking his scared thumb gently across the flush that adorned her.
“I will love you to the ends of the worlds, my doe-eyed Seer,” Azriel vowed in a low voice of complete and utter certainty.
“We will forge a bond of our own,” Elain said with such conviction. “A bond so strong, no one could break it. Will you make it with me, Azriel? Will you help me forge it? Will you bind with me? For eternity?”
Azriel blinked. How could she even ask him that? How could she not know the answer that his very soul screamed to tell her? He almost felt like he just might burst from the happiness that exploded within him. There was only one answer to her questions. An answer he had known for a very long while.
He slammed his lips against hers, his hand wounding around her waist to pull her closer, pressed to him, while the other crept up to fist her hair, tilting her head the way he wanted, to deepen their kiss. He kissed her hungrily, jasmine and honey flooding all his senses, and so did Elain, pouring her entire heart out into that kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wanted to devour her and she wanted to consume him. Like two eager lovers uniting once again after a long while.
He kissed her like a starved male having his last meal and she kissed him like a thirsty female finally finding water. Together, they both drowned in one another and came alive.
“Yes,” he whispered against her lips, holding her delicate face in his hands. “Gods, yes. It will be the greatest honor I will ever, in all my centuries, receive. I want a bond with you and you alone. For eternity.”
And then they crashed into one another once again. Hands roamed and clothes ripped. Lips whispered silent prayers of worship against skin, and in a tangle of sweaty bodies and pleasured moans and satisfied grunts, it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.
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The Seer and The Shadowsinger
ELAIN ARCHERON Week: ROMANCE
Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two.
The only bridge of connection … that knife.
So i drew this a long while ago but wasn't sure if i should post it. Then decided to post it during elain's week. Hope y'all like it.
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|Characters: Sarah J Mass|
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Home
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Relationship: Elain Archeron and Azriel
Word count: 1k
(Just a little something i wrote after coming across something azriel had said in the books.)
Azriel stepped out of the shadows into the Townhouse. He had returned from the River Estate after giving Rhysand the reports on a long and very tiresome mission he’d just gotten back from. Now all he wanted to do was see her soft, lovely face and big doe eyes again. He looked out of the window that faced the garden in the Townhouse. The same garden Elain herself had tended to for so long and made it so wonderfully magnificent. The blooming colors seemed to make Azriel feel a sense of serene calm as he gazed at them.
His eyes drifted to the form kneeling in the mud, pulling out weeds from the flowerbed, the bottom half of her dress dirty and slightly wet from her crawling around the garden. A memory he held so close to his heart came to the forefront of his mind. Of the day he’d carried Elain down to the Townhouse from the House of Winds. She had been wasting away from grief. Had become a shell of the beautiful and kind human woman he’d met when Feyre and his brothers had gone to meet the sisters.
It still hurt him when he recalled what she’d gone through during that dark time. Her dull brown eyes still haunted him. Plagued with her visions with no one understanding what was truly happening to her. Even her sisters had thought that she’d gone mad.
He had known she hadn’t. Had prayed to the Mother that her sisters were wrong. He hadn’t known her closely back then— was practically a stranger to her. But he really had liked her company. Something always seemed to pull him to her. And he had remembered going through something quite similar to what she was going through when his shadows had first manifested during his time in that cold dark cell so long ago.
He had wanted to help her. But there wasn’t much he could have done. So he did what he could. He hung onto every riddled blabble she uttered, analyzing every word she spoke. Spent time with her in the gardens, never talking but just enjoying the other’s company. And he had managed to help her— by realizing what she had become, what powers she possessed.
He remembered vividly when he’d flown her down to the Townhouse, setting her down in the foyer and how she had looked up at him. Stared at him and had not balked. How he’d offered to show her the garden. How she’d wordlessly agreed and he’d offered her his hand. How she’d called his scars beautiful. She’d found the thing he hated about himself beautiful. Nothing had ever stunned him more.
They had sat in silence in the garden, him reading his reports and her enjoying the open air. They hadn’t exchanged a single word, were content with the silence. He’d never met anyone quite like her. She was so kind and generous. Had a unique strength that he admired. She could look at all the bad in the world and yet be able to find good in it. It was a strength he wished he possessed as well.
The Townhouse had so many memories of the two of them together. It was where their friendship had started. The Townhouse was the significant beginning of their journey together. And now it was theirs. A safe place for the both of them to return to after a long, hard day.
Azriel walked to the back door and entered the garden, his wings twitching slightly, shadows vanishing and watched Elain lift her head to look at him. That bewitching smile spreading across her lips, her big brown doe eyes shining with light. He offered her a smile of his own. A wide smile filled with love that only she got to see. She was the only reason for that smile to appear.
“You’re back.” She breathed, getting up and dusting herself off quickly and rushing towards him.
He caught her just in time as she threw herself at him, hands wrapping tightly around his neck. Her giggles filled the air along with his chuckles as he held her tightly to his chest, burying his face in her neck and breathing in her delicious scent of jasmine and honey.
She pulled back just to crash her lips onto his as both sighed in relief. One had wrapped around her waist to hold her close, his other hand drifted up to her neck and buried itself in her hair. No matter how many times he kissed her, he thought, he’d still never get used to the euphoric feel of her soft lips against his. She tasted just like she smelled. Like honey and jasmine and sweetness. And something just so her.
They pulled back to breathe, resting their foreheads together. Azriel stroked her neck with his thumb and Elain ran her hands through his hair, both smiling ear to ear. He had never thought he would feel such happy contentment with anyone in his life. But there she was. In his arms. His love.
“I missed you.” Elain whispered.
“Me too, love. Terribly.” He answered.
“You don’t have to go again soon, right?”
Azriel thought for a moment before responding, “No. Not for a while.”
“Good.” Her lips kissed his again and he felt her smile through the kiss. Happy and content.
In that moment, Azriel remembered something. A distant memory he thought he’d forgotten. He’d been flying with Feyre when she’d admitted to him how she hadn’t known where she fit anymore. He remembered how he’d answered that even after five centuries he too felt like he didn’t fit.
Now thinking back to it, he realized how his life had changed. The realization struck him hard. He’d finally found his place now. And it had been because of the female he now held in his arms. Elain had changed his life thoroughly. She had done so since the first time they’d met. And how, even when human, she had not balked from him. Had never recoiled from him.
He realized then, that finally, he had found himself a home. A home to come back to after all his hardships. Elain had become his home. She even smelled and tasted and felt like home. She was his home.
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Thank you for reading ❣️ I hope you enjoyed it.
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Elain and Bryaxis
I really hope we get to see a friendship between these two. All Bryaxis ever wanted was a friend and sunlight, moonlight and stars. Elain has again and again been personified as some form of light.
"She had been so full of light."
It would be interesting to see the creature that is fear itself become friends with the gentle, flower-growing Seer.
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Elriel Forbidden Love
His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”
*****
Rhys growled, "Allow me to make one thing very clear. You are to stay away from her."
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thanks for the tag in the pinterest thingy! I'm gonna do it, I just have to speedrun my procrastination bursts at the moment cos I have a huge assignment deadline looming!
In the meantime, can I ask - how should I be saying your url in my head: "fuck me, life sucks" or "fuck, me life sucks"? (I like them both cos the first one is emphatic and the second is piratey 😁)
I should probably just mentally translate it to Nyxeria or Nyx hey 😊
ok, back to work I go ...
Heya! 👋👋
Take your time with the Pinterest thing no pressure lol just a silly game 😆 totally get the whole procastination thing like I've got a super imp exam tomorrow and I'm procrastinating like the teach is my buddy who's gonna pass me just cuz teach probably doesn't even like me
As for the url thingy totally on you however you feel like😝 love the interpretations btw
But like for me personally it's fuck me! Life sucks! 🥹😅 Also fuck me cuz life sucks 🤷♀️
I should probably go back to studying too😭
#fuckmelifesucks#also i love your url as well lol#its easy to remember#helps cuz i can't remember shit to save my life#also lowkey funny
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@bringinsexybackk69: can i please request dad simon with a boy? like yeah he has all his girls and then there's either the youngest or the oldest and it's his only son? i can just picture like the girls are jealous cause he gets new clothes not hand-me-downs, he gets to do his own sports with out his siblings, he gets to go shooting with the 141- just like totally sibling rivalry and fighting over who is dads favorite?!
youngest.
simon is over the fucking moon when he finds out it's a boy - he's one of them dads in american gender reveals who says “i think you're a girl but i need you to be a boy" 💀
instant attention all goes to this kid, because A) he actually knows how to do it now and B that's his boy. that's his fuckin lad.
the kid looks like you. boys look like their mums, girls look like their dads n all that but christ does he have simon's quietness.
a complete observer like his dad. will be in silence while the girls argue, quietly exchanging glances with simon who internally feels like fucking high-fiving himself for creating a kid who finally understands him.
however the clothes are admittedly down to you, you love buying shit. any excuse. and having a son instead of another girl gave you great reason. though you did go too far sometimes. credit card bills rocketed.
he gets his own room too. straight off the bat, fresh into this fucking world and he's got it all. or that's how your daughters seen it.
“how does he get everything."
“give him a fucking chance." mumbling something about how he's only a week old. the dad sigh strikes again.
him and simon fuck off together a lot. they'll be away camping somewhere, simon teaching this (probably half uninterested) kid how to do all the survival stuff since his girls were never interested.
and when he gets older, maybe around seventeen to eighteen he's so game for that stuff. realistically, was probably in the school cadets n all 💀
when he's able enough, he'll maybe tag along on a run with 141 or summat. this is an incredibly humbling experience to say the least, though uncle soap is there to make everything a laugh n slow the run. "boys, boys, give the lad a chance eh?"
gets into his dads routine of the gym in mornings too, simon watching his workout from a distance before giving him pointers - hands on hips before stepping back to see if he's doing it right or not.
although, simon does not let him apply to the army. all fun n games till it wants to happen isn't it padre?
probably applies behind simon's back ngl. resulting in a huge fuck off argument once a letter comes in stamped under british army branding under the kids name instead of his own. yikes.
classic son x father shouting match.
i’m probably going to get asked to write that now aren’t i? happily, gladly, don’t get me wrong. sorry i haven’t been writing much but i do enjoy talking to you lot in the inbox.
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Thinking of Simon's girls running up to his dad all excited and happy that he's finally back from another deployment
It gets him every time, seeing his little girls and his wife waiting for his return, and im here thinking how this is something he absolutely deserves 😭❤️
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dearest anon, if i may tip my hat at you for kickstarting my brain once again. you deserve some of our finest chest candy.
The door clicked, followed by heavy footsteps and a long sigh. His shoulders relaxed at the sight of you, smiling slightly when you’d stood from the sofa with a grin. Arms outstretched to connect over the back of his neck, a sweet kiss rounding off the hug. “How was it?” You asked, palm smoothing across his cheek endearingly.
“Fine.” Simon shrugged, forever lacking detail on his deployments. “Where are they?” He collapsed onto the sofa with a content sigh, rubbing his brow in obvious tiredness.
“Bed.” You answered, although your ear ticked to a creaking floorboard upstairs. Little footsteps heard quaintly coming down the stairs, the two girls hanging by the bannister.
They caught eyes with you through the hall door, both sporting toothy grins. “Is that dad?” Your eldest piped up, her giggle brought on by the youngest who stood first, making a beeline down the stairs and to the door.
Simon had his eyes shut, neck rest on the back of the sofa when a sudden grunt had been pushed from him. Both of his girls clung to his shoulders, jumping onto his stomach with a run-up pounce and hugging into his neck. “You’re supposed to be in bed.” He mumbled with a betraying smile, looking up to face the girls who poked at his face.
“Yeah but you’re back.”
“And i’ll still be here tomorrow.” He gestured she cling to his back upon sitting up, the youngest already curled into his chest. “Let’s get you back to bed, yeah?”
“I missed you, dad.” A babble sounded toward his chest, her eyes shut upon his hand pushing hair from her face and a kiss to her cheek.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.”
would you look at that? i’m already crying. *a wounded smile* send in requests! i love writing little blurbs like this, they keep me active between writing bigger things.
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Simon Riley who swore to never have kids, then was surrounded by three. Two oldest fighting and waking up the baby in his arms, earning a wild cry and two sheepish apologies.
Simon Riley who was unable to bond with his children, not until after they had approached him for their missed love. An unsure hand pushed hair from their faces and a kiss to their temples, soft touch forever being a weakness.
Simon Riley who had to leave for deployment and his youngest couldn’t understand just why he was leaving. She cried and whined, stuck to his camo clad leg at the door. “Dad has to go.” Was his attempt at consolation, picking her up and pressing his forehead to hers. “I’ll be back lovie, before you know it.” He couldn’t stop his leg from anxiously bouncing for a week after that.
Simon Riley who secretly hoped to never make it back home after the scarring of previous deployments. He’d hoped to be shot square in the chest, with no chance of resuscitation. Because sometimes, just sometimes, the weight of his own emotional burden was too much to carry.
Simon Riley who often dreaded coming home and having to take off the mask. The riddance of his failsafe ‘Ghost’ was like having the sheet pulled, entirely accountable for his actions (or lack thereof) and it was hard to hack.
Simon Riley who couldn’t speak to his family for a day after being home. The urge to isolate so overcoming that he would either leave the house entirely or lie in bed for days. ‘Dad isn’t well’ was what the kids were told nearly every time, until they were old enough to see through it.
Simon Riley whose jaw tightened at his daughter's fluoxetine on the counter. A mental spiral he had sent himself down, assuming it was entirely his fault she had been prescribed such medicine with his failings as a father.
Simon Riley who was called upstairs to deal with spiders and such. Picking them up and taking them outside with ease, providing the largest amount of relief to his kids that he never did quite understand although reveled in.
Simon Riley who had formed a bond with his middle child by collecting a note of cash from whichever country his deployment saw him in. She had hit most middle eastern countries, all strung up on a pinboard above her desk with a skull sticker beside. It was one of the few times a genuine smile stretched his balaclava, tucking the note gently into his tac vest with practice.
Simon Riley who would never admit it but felt a pang in his chest on the night of his eldest daughter's first breakup. The faint stubble on his cheek dashed with few grey hairs, skin scarred, back sore and giving unwanted but secretly appreciated advice.
this wasn’t supposed to be depressing but i know nothing else apparently. it’s bittersweet. leave me alone. it’s unedited and chucked out, sigh.
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as always, comments are reblogs are hugely appreciated! i’ll sit in a hole if no one pats me on the head every now and then.
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