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I think Elain and Azriel are secretly together during HOFAS.
He was so quick to respond “No” when Bryce asks, like he is hiding something and not happy he has to hide it instead of the interpretation of him being pissed about Elain and Lucien. If he was going down the Gwynriel path he wouldn’t be hiding it and Nessta would probably figuring it out early and tease him about it.
Elain and Azriel might even have a mating bond they are trying to hide.
“Through Love All is Possible”
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A Match Baked In Heaven
Part VIII
Heavy Soul
Azriel Night felt like shit.
Not emotionally, or anything lofty like that, but physically. He was ill. Felt like he was running a fever, and his limbs felt laden.
His brow was hot, his neck was hot, but chills ran down his body. He rubbed his hands together and shivered. Fuck. Fuck. What a day to catch something! This monster of a game was looming in front of him, and truthfully, all he wanted, all he needed was a cup of strong tea with plenty of sugar and lemon, and a handful of those delicious biscuits that Elain baked. Come to think of it, all he actually wanted right now, was Elain. He wanted to be in her house, curled up like a toddler on a sofa and preferably with her in his arms. That was a tall order, he knew it, but a man could dream. There was no possibility that Elain would end up laying in his arms, but did he love imagining it!
Yeah, two days ago, he realised that he had a problem.
He was shaving in the morning and it dawned on him that the first thing he thought of every morning was Elain. And then he thought of the dog. And then, he inevitably fell into the sea of wild daydreams, where he and she were together. In his dreams she loved him, and they lived together and they shared a home. Everything Elain had told him that one night–about her ‘perfect day’--turned out to be his perfect day as well. He yearned to do everything that she dreamt of, every single outing, the excessive number of meals, the walks, the exploration that she craved. He wanted to be there, by her side. He wanted to have the dog with them, and the children…he wanted to have the children.
He didn’t lie to Elain when they spoke of Nuala. Nuala was a sweet, wonderful, exciting personality. Truly brilliant. So smart, she intimidated him a bit. But while only six months ago he would’ve found her to be perfect for him–sexy, vivacious, independent, clearly not someone who would use him for money or fame, witty–now, he couldn’t think of anyone other than Elain. It had to be Elain. All his thoughts of the future revolved around her–how they’d live, how they’d have children together, how they’d raise them. He was feeling broodier than any woman during ovulation lately. Apparently, his hormones were raging and not in any normal manner. He was plagued by visions of Elain’s sweet soft body rounding and thickening with his baby. Son or daughter, it didn’t matter to him. As long as it was Elain who carried his seed in her body, as long as it was Elain who nurtured and loved their child, as long as it was his and Elain’s. And how the fuck was he going to make any of that happen? She was staunchly professional, unlike him, and she might have been in a relationship with the ginger horse-face. She was uppity and well-born, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a title somewhere that she wasn’t using. Lady Elain, Lady Nesta, Lady Feyre…yeah, he could see it. And who the fuck was he? A gutter rat, who fell arse first into money and fame.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out a way to make Elain his. At least there was one bit of good news–he was quite sure that she liked him and his company. But whether it was romantic interest or simply friendship, or even a business arrangement, he couldn’t quite tell. Though he wasn’t a novice with the ladies, someone like Elain was completely foreign territory for him and usually, she left him…vexed, to put it mildly.
Anyway, all of it was mostly wishful thinking. The dreams that he had remained just that, dreams. Making those dreams a reality remained elusive.
He looked out the window on their team bus. He was wearing a suit, though he was shivering within it. Rain drops were pelting the window. Fucking bollocks. He’d hoped for a game where he wouldn’t be running wet and freezing, but no. Frankly, it should be against the law to have roofless stadiums in Britain considering that most of the games took place under pouring rain.
Many of the blokes on the team had their own pre-game rituals–some played with amulets, keychains, bracelets, wedding rings...Others mindlessly scrolled through their phones, trying not to think about the game. Some did the opposite, and watched replays, trying to devise their strategy despite it having been discussed and practised a million times before. Some heads bobbed to the beat. Many were texting.
Azriel didn’t have many rituals. He relied on himself and his team, and that’s about it. He didn’t believe in red horns, or crossing himself, or wistfully glancing at some photo. He didn’t have any photos to glance at anyway. Who was he gonna look at? Cassian?
But that kind of jolted him and spurned him into action. Maybe, for once, he did have a photo or two to glance at.
He pulled out his phone and tapped on IG, quickly finding the page that he loved The Adventures of Piglet the Pug.
The latest post made his heart skip, and despite how fucking awful he was feeling, he couldn’t help but grin like a maniac.
#GettingReadyFortheGame
#SupportingHisTeam
#PigletIsaGooner!
#GunnersForTheWin!
Those were the hashtags which accompanied a photo of Piglet outfitted in his brand new kit. He even posed next to a football and to a Gunnersaurus Rex toy. Where Elain got that, Azriel had no idea, but he loved it.
Azriel was smiling like a crazy person. He tapped on stories and sure enough, there was Piglet in his puffer, and then in his new t-shirt, and even in a bright red bow. Azriel sent a heart emoji. A heart-eyes emoji. A thumbs up emoji. Yep, he was officially thirteen.
Suddenly, his phone dinged with an incoming message. He opened it and grinned even wider. And then he was getting emotional like a thirteen year old girl. Because his girl was also dressed for the game. In his jersey. His name plastered across her back.
And he couldn't help the impulse. Biting his lip, he went into his Contacts and changed Elain’s contact name once again.
It used to be 'Cute Matchmaker’, and then, it was ‘Pretty Elain’ for about a week or so.
But now…
Now he typed it in and smiled to himself.
‘Mrs. Night’.
Fuck. Yes.
His Mrs. Night.
That girl knew how to take a killer photo.
She sent a few in a row, but one was truly a stunner. She was positioned with her back to the mirror, holding Piglet. Azriel’s name was clearly visible on the back of the jersey in the reflection. She thrust her hip out coquettishly with a football balanced on it, her hand draped over it leisurely. Her long, thick braid was flipped over her shoulder–just waiting for him to tug on it–and she was also smiling, her lips a delicious bright red colour, to match the red kit.
This girl could heal the sick and raise the dead, she was so gorge.
Without hesitation, he made the photo his screensaver, and then selected another for the wallpaper.
It was literally perfect and encompassed the three things he loved–Elain, Piglet and football.
Yeah, it was going to be a shitty, dreary, cold and wet 100 minutes, but somehow, Azriel didn’t feel as miserable as he felt 15 minutes ago.
Go, Captain, go!
Elain typed.
I’ll win for you, beautiful.
He promised.
We’ll be cheering for you. Feyre too, though I don’t know if she knows the rules.
That made him chuckle.
Tell her that the ball has to end up in the net. Otherwise, it’s just blokes running around for 90 minutes.
Oh, and by the way, I think she is going to overdose on soup! She’s been asking me for recipes daily and apparently, she’s been ‘practising’ cooking them.
Azriel couldn’t help but laugh.
I guess that one is my fault?
Most certainly. Now, you are obligated to introduce her to your cousin.
I can arrange that. He’s been told about her and wants to be matched!
I am the matchmaker!
She reminded him sternly.
Sorry, beautiful. Of course you are.
…Pause…
Have a nice game!
Thanks, baby. Will do.
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Elain was not crazy about this weather outside.
The players on the field were soaking wet, running around in nothing but t-shirts and shorts, while the fans were bundled in puffer coats and thick scarves. It was almost the middle of November. She certainly didn't like Azriel running up and down the field, with his hair and his shirt sticking to him because of the relentless rain.
The commentators were discussing the performance of the players, and Elain’s attention piqued when she heard them mention that ‘Azriel Night is not in top form tonight, though you wouldn’t tell that by looking at him…
…Yes, word is that he is suffering from a bad cold, but look at his body language. He is confident, he is powerful on the field, his sheer physicality is so impressive…
Hell yeah, it is! Elain thought to herself. But the news of him being ill didn’t sit well with her at all.
The game was brutal. There was no other word for it.
Liverpool were aggressive and dominated for the first 20-25 minutes, netting a goal in the 7th minute. At least it was a home game, and the Arsenal crowd was raucous and loud, energised and supportive of the team. Truthfully, Arsenal were pretty dreadful in the first half, running aimlessly, and barely preventing Liverpool from scoring another two goals. In addition, they had an injury, a substitution and three yellow cards. Liverpool were playing better, and cleaner, though they weren’t above diving and tackling harshly.
Elain was pacing and jumping for 45 minutes, praying for a short stoppage time, which of course wasn’t short at all, but an additional 6 minutes. 51 minutes of playing, in awful conditions, without scoring. She wrung her hands and yelled at the screen, and Piglet kept pace with her, watching everything with great intensity, as if he understood what was happening. He hopped and barked, and every time Azriel came on the screen, he went absolutely wild, dancing and gyrating and barking a happy bark.
But Elain could see that Azriel was indeed ill. His demeanour wasn’t his usual confident, quick, robust self, and yet, the man, the captain, still managed to create opportunities for his teammates. In the 49th minute, Arsenal scored an equaliser, made possible by Azriel’s assist.
“Incredible play by Night!” the commentators lauded.
“Stunning. A brilliant pass. At almost thirty years old, Night is playing at the top of his game–despite the young talent of the team, he manages to maintain morale and cohesion. Everyone wants to be a superstar,”
“But he is the one who leads this team, and he is the captain for a reason,” agreed another broadcaster.
And Elain? Elain was smiling and feeling proud. Because he was…amazing. Tired and weakened, he still managed to avoid unnecessary dramatics, and simply played well, with his usual determination.
“This is what a captain should be–he is the strength of the team.”
“Night will never be flashy. He is not Ronaldo,”
“More of a Messi–solid, reputable, experienced.”
“He inspires confidence, in an uninspiring lineup. Arsenal has too many injuries and yet, he manages to play with all of these young, and somewhat inexperienced players without hesitation.”
Elain’s phone rang and she picked up, seeing it was Feyre.
“Eeelllaiiiinn! Oh my god, I am sweating like a hooker on Quid Night!”
“Feyre!!” Elain cried out.
“What? What?! This is so stressful! How do people do this every week? I am a wreck of nerves and screaming. Listen, listen to my voice. I am hoarse! Can you hear it?”
“Yes,” Elain agreed peaceably, though Feyre’s voice was sounding normal.
“Azriel is amazing!” Feyre continued ranting loudly. “He is…I don’t know. He is brilliant. And his body! Do you see this,”
“I see, I see,”
“I mean, he is my brother-in-law, so I am not looking at his body, but still,”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, if I am gonna marry his cousin and you are gonna marry Azriel, we are going to be sisters and sisters-in-law. Hahahaha. Can you imagine. What about this other brother? Can we set him up with Nesta? Three brothers and three sisters?!”
“You seriously need to calm down,” Elain ordered. “What are you on? Are you on drugs?”
“Nooo!”
“No more football for you,”
“Yes! I love it! Sorry if I love watching my brother-in-law play!”
“Stop calling him that!” Elain snapped at her sister.
“Why? He will be! You already cling to him for some peace and quiet. So we know what will happen…You’ll look so handsome together,” she added dreamily.
“You are insane,”
“Whatever. He is incredible and I am rooting for him. Is Piggy watching? Is he loving it?”
“Yeah he is watching. He barks every time Azriel is on,”
“Awww, I love it. They are such good mates.”
“Okay, the game is starting,” Elain told Feyre, “we need to get back.”
“Next time, we are gonna go to a pub and watch there, like normal people,” Feyre decided.
Piglet was racing back and forth, jumping every time there was a replay of anything that involved Azriel, making sure that he alerted Elain and that she was watching.
At the start of the second half, Arsenal looked better. They walked on the field looking determined, serious, regrouped.
And then the goal arrived almost immediately and that sustained them through an opening half that Arsenal went on to dominate.
And then...
Team Captain Azriel Night scored a STUNNING overhead goal in the 58th minute.
The long diagonal pass came from the left. The ball missed everybody, though, which left only Azriel at the far post and he seemed to have moved a yard or so too close to goal.
But a big stride backwards away from goal improved his position and with quite astonishing timing he managed to leap and hook the ball back over his head, across goal and in to Alisson Becker’s top left hand corner. It was a goal that only looked better with each passing TV replay. The cross was struck too firmly for that kind of finish, surely. It just wasn’t set up for a bicycle kick. But Azriel’s confidence solved the first half of that equation and his outstanding technique solved the second.
The stadium gasped. Then erupted in deafening cheers and celebrations.
It was a shockingly complex play, which resulted in an unexpected goal, performed with incredible precision and athleticism. The man literally did a backflip and landed on his feet while slamming the ball into the net and bypassing one of the best goalies in the world.
Elain froze, hardly believing her eyes. Then, replay after replay.
Shouting victoriously, she grabbed Piglet and squeezed him in her arms, circling the room and yelling ‘look what daddy did! Isn’t he absolutely amazing?!’
Piglet was barking happily, excited by all the commotion.
Arsenal were now leading 2-1. And Azriel scored. A gorgeous goal.
“See, we are cheering for daddy, and he scored!” Elain sang to Piglet. “Maybe you are his lucky charm?”
Then, she paused and stood still in shocked silence.
Because she didn’t notice it initially, swept up in the celebrations, but now that she glanced at the replay yet again, she watched Azriel trace what definitely, definitely looked like an E with his index finger and then point at the camera.
A glorious goal. For Elain. The only ‘E’ in his life.
And at that, Elain burst into tears. Pathetic. Perhaps. But she didn’t even care. She rocked Piglet against her chest and cried, because no one’s ever done anything like this for her before. It was an intangible thing, just a gesture, but Elain knew that Azriel thought of her in the moment of his triumph and that was something that words couldn’t describe. It was a gesture of utter devotion, and Nesta’s words sprung fresh in her mind again.
That man is in love with you.
No. It couldn’t be. Azriel held affection for her, she knew that. And she held affection for him. They were surely very companionable, but love? Love… Love was a big thing. The biggest thing that there was.
Piglet whimpered in her arms, licking her cheek, confused about her tears. She squeezed him tighter and murmured, “No, daddy is good to us’.
The hoopla over the goal had subsided a bit and the game resumed, Arsenal coming into the second half pumped and energetic. Everything that they lacked 40 minutes ago was now old news–it was a team reborn.
They were light on their feet, sure and thoughtful.
It was Liverpool that switched it up and went on the attack.
Elain set Piglet down on the floor and he dropped on his butt, watching the screen, mesmerised.
When the tackle came, it was completely unexpected, as most things are in football.
One moment Azriel had possession, running with the ball, and the next moment, he was caught in a veritable hurricane. A player, whose name Elain didn’t even know, dove and tripped him, the man’s shoe slamming full force into Azriel’s shin. The collision had Azriel flipping and sprawling onto the wet grass, the impact so strong, he actually rolled over a couple of times, as he clutched his leg in agony.
She cried out alongside him, watching his handsome face grimace from pain.
Everything halted, the game stopped, Arsenal players started throwing it down with the Liverpool players, and the referee got involved, tossing out yellow cards like candy. Meanwhile, Azriel was wincing and he held his knee to his chest, unable to stand. The medics rushed the field to inspect him, and boos came from the stands.
The commentators were saying something, throwing words like ‘penalties’ and ‘ unprofessional conduct’ and ‘frustration’ and ‘team dynamics’, but Elain couldn’t understand anything that was being said.
Piglet was back up on his three feet, pacing back and forth, sobbing sadly, yipping and looking at Elain, demanding an explanation. Azriel’s tortured expression was plastered all over the screen, as the medical staff fussed with his leg. Piglet ran to Elain, rubbing against her legs, seeking comfort and barking. She just stood in one place, immobilised by indecision and horror. Azriel’s words about ‘career-ending injuries’ sprung in her mind. What if this was it? What if he couldn’t play anymore?
‘Sprain’
‘Achilles tendon’
‘Catastrophic injury’
The commentators’ words weren’t helping at all.
She held her hand to her mouth, staring at the screen.
The Liverpool player received a Red card for the tackle. Like that was enough of a punishment when Azriel was being carried off the field in a stretcher.
Elain’s hand curled into a fist, and she wished she could smash the guy’s face in. She didn’t really know how to fight, but she figured that she could beat him to death just through sheer rage alone. She was shaking with anger, disbelieving the cowardly tackle and the resulting disaster.
Her phone chimed, and she knew it was Feyre. And then it rang again, and she figured that it might have been Nesta. But she didn’t pick up. She was angry. And her heart hurt. It’s as if she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs, as she hyperventilated, even ignoring her crying dog. She felt…like she was in pain. Azriel’s pain was her pain.
…
”Yes? Who is this?”
Silence.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Cassian?”
“Well, hello sweetheart, who are you and how can I be of service?” Cassian slumped in an armchair and stretched his legs.
“Well, um…this is Elain.”
“Elain who?”
“Elain Archeron,”
He thought long and hard: the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t place her.
“The matchmaker for your brother,” she finally clarified.
“Oh yeah! Of course. Elain Archeron with the pug…You both wear bows,”
“Ummm. Okay?”
“How can I help you, petal? What’s he done? I thought that things were going well? Az’s been unusually verbose lately, mostly about you.”
“Oh,” she seemed surprised. “He has?”
“Oh he has. Not one to talk about the ladies, he isn’t, but he’s been talking about you. Elain this and Elain that. You’d think he was dating you, not your matches.”
All Cassian heard was ‘hmmm’ in response.
At last, he prodded her, “So, what can I do for you? He been handsy or what?”
“Well….” she said softly, “I…have you seen the game?”
“I have! That goal–my brother is an artist!” Cassian marvelled. “It was a damn stunner. I represent him as his agent, and whenever he pulls this beautiful shit, I remind everyone that he is as good as any other top tier player. So you been watching him?”
“Uh…yes,” she confirmed shyly. “Yes. The goal was unbelievable. But then the injury,”
“Oh yeah, that tosser got him good,” before he could say anything else and go on a rant, she interrupted.
“I’ve been trying to reach him,” she continued, her voice urgent, almost hysterical. “Is he okay? How bad is the injury? He is also ill. I could see it, you know. I could see that he was ill, but…I’ve been trying him for the past two hours, and he hasn’t picked up. Cassian, is he okay? I rang him six times, no, seven, and he hasn’t responded. I mean, is he in the hospital? Will he recover? My dog is in distress, he’s been crying since he saw Azriel fall,”
“Wait, what? Your pug’s been crying?”
“Yes, yes,” she sounded like she was sobbing herself, “they are great mates, you know. Piglet loves him so much. He loves Piglet too…he calls him Pinky, which is silly, but I am used to it now, and Piglet is in distress, and I need to know,”
“Wait, Elain, it’s okay,” Cassian urged her gently. “Breathe, sweetheart. He will be okay…So you’ve rang him seven times?”
“Yes!”
“Alright then. He is probably getting his leg X-Rayed and I am sure they are running tests to see what the damage is…”
“But what if…oh Cassian, what if he can’t play anymore?” she cried. Honest to god wept on the phone. “It would devastate him. What can I do? I want him to be well, oh god, I am,” she was sobbing loudly, and Cassian was taken aback by the genuine level of her grief.
“No, Elain, darlin’, that’s what happens to footballers. They get injured. It’s not his first one, and won’t be the last,”
“But…but…how do you know?” she sniffled loudly.
“I mean, the tackle was bad, wasn’t it,”
“It was!”
“But Az knows how to fall so he minimises the impact. Don’t be upset, he’ll manage his way out of this,”
“But…I want to see him,” she insisted, “I want to make sure he is going to recover. What should I do? I will bake…yes, yes…I will bake his favourite biscuits! And if he plays with Piglet, that would make him feel better too…Yes, that’s what I will do,”
Cassian sensed that he was forgotten.
Elain was completely freaked out and it was clear as day that she harboured some very strong feelings for his brother. She was absolutely out of her mind with worry for Azriel, and Cassian wasn’t expecting this at all. The intensity of Elain’s sadness and concern was both surprising and…endearing? Cassian was almost envious. No one’s been that anxious or apprehensive about him and his well-being ever in his life.
What was happening between these two? And that dog?
“Elain, I will keep you posted about his condition. When I hear, you will hear as well. I promise.”
“Oh thank you, Cassian. You are so kind. Thank you,” she breathed happily.
“No problem at all. Of course. It’s my pleasure.”
This wasn’t how Cassian normally spoke, but Elain’s old-fashioned mannerisms, her cultured ways, and her hysterical worry made him want to comfort her and assure her that she was being taken seriously.
What Cassian was sure of now, was that Elain was just odd enough and authentic enough for his brother to in fact…fall in love?
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Elain had spent the rest of the evening worrying and pacing, but Azriel did not respond to her calls and texts. She just had to believe that he was occupied and was hopefully getting good medical care and his leg wasn’t seriously hurt, and that nothing that was detrimental to his overall well-being happened.
Piglet was in a bad mood, didn’t even ask for a second dinner, which typically would be unfathomable. Elain wanted him to give a bath, but he refused, growling and screaming loudly, until she gave up.
She received 5 messages from Feyre, asking about Azriel, and even two messages from Nesta, asking the same. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone. Instead, she dragged herself to bed and Piglet went and buried himself in his own bed, disinterested in socialising.
And that was the end of Saturday.
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Annoying phone dinging woke Elain up. It was still so dark outside, she thought it was still nighttime, but when she grabbed the phone, she saw that it was 6:48am.
Feyre: Did you see today’s DM?
Elain: What’s DM? Direct message?
Feyre: NO!! Daily Mail!
Elain: What now? Why? Why would I look at Daily Mail first thing in the morning?
Feyre: I always do. Open it now! You made the front page, hon
Elain: WHAT are you on about?
Feyre: OPEN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Elain: STOP SCREAMING!!!!!
Feyre: YOU ARE THE ONE SCREAMING
Elain pulled up the Daily Mail on her phone and read the headline.
A New Romance for Football's Bad Boy?
Is Azriel Night, footie’s perennial bad boy, the man who’s never been seen with a steady girlfriend, and who’s been unapologetically playing the field for the past decade, finally found his match?
Less than two weeks ago, he was snapped by curious onlookers and tourists near London’s famed The Shard, where he apparently pursued a mugger, whom he managed to catch in the end and retrieve the loot. Furthermore, following the incident, he was seen carrying a woman in his arms whose purse the mugger stole.
The Rescue
The mystery woman is yet to be identified, but it seems that Mr. Night is fully enamoured with the beautiful stranger.
(Below, there was a grainy photo of Azriel carrying Elain, and Piglet at their side. Dialogue bubbles were drawn above their heads)
“Are you hurt?” said Azriel’s bubble.
“You came for me.” That was Elain’s bubble.
While no romance has been confirmed by Mr. Night or his publicist, this would be the first official relationship for the notoriously private, but scandalous Arsenal superstar. Mr. Night’s reputation for debauched behaviour has been well documented, though in the past few years he seemed to have modified his ways and is no longer involved in scandals and is not the subject of sexual gossip. At 29 years old, Arsenal’s captain seemed to have found some inner peace and has been shining on the field, while keeping a lower profile off the field.
Is his new friend the cause for this change? Is she the mysterious ‘E’ whose initial Mr. Night traced after his phenomenal goal against Liverpool on Saturday? And did he dedicate the historic goal to her? While this has not been confirmed, speculations have been running rampant about the unusual gesture. Since he’s been playing professionally, Mr. Night has never dedicated any of his plays to anyone.
Is this the beginning of a beautiful friendship? Time will tell.
If you have more information about the identity of the woman in the photos, contact Nelly Suriel at [email protected]
Oh god. Oh god.
Her phone dinged again. Jesus Christ, she was not in the mood to listen to Feyre’s taunts. She didn’t even look at the message.
The next moment, it rang. The tone of the phone’s ring seemed impatient.
“WHAT?” Elain snapped, her eyes skimming the article again. The photograph. The speculations.
“Hey beautiful,” Azriel’s deep, gravelly voice came on the line. “Who is annoying you?”
Elain was speechless.
He chuckled.
“Not often I leave you without words.”
“You…”
“Me. Why are you always so surprised? Who else would I be ringing?
Before she could descend on him with a million questions, he said firmly,
“I need you, Elain. I am coming over.”
#elriel#pro elriel#elain archeron#azriel#azriel and elain#elain x azriel#elain#elriel fanfic#Eriel fanfiction#my writing#A Match Baked In Heaven#new chapter#ACOTAR Fanfiction#modern au
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I love being an artist because it means that I have the ability to draw Lucien Vanserra doing this
#lucien vanserra#pro lucien vanserra#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#i fully intend on having the lulu stans in a chokehold#he is my blorbo#he is my scrimbo#acomaf#acowar#pro lucien#also I think elain should give him a toad in a hat#acotar fanart#elucien#pro elucien#i ship eriel too tho sorry lol#just have to use bullshit tags for engagement
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The way Azriel is ready to bodyslam anyone to get to Elain… yeah
#eriel#pro elriel#azriel x elain#elain x azriel#azriel#elain archeron#acowar#acotar#a court of wings and ruin
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A Court of Blooms and Blades (8474 words) by antipinkkitten
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas, Crescent City Series - Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron/Azriel, Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Nesta Archeron/Cassian, Azriel/Gwyneth Berdara
Characters: Elain Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Feyre Archeron, Gwyneth Berdara
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Rejection, Eventual Smut, POV Multiple
Chapter 6 Summary - The next day after Azriel and Elain's disastrous conversation. Lucien arrives at the River House and Nesta is angry at Rhys (As expected).
#acotar#elain archeron#pro elain#elucien#eriel#gwynriel#jane austen#love triangle#rejection#eventual smut#eventual romance#eventual happy ending#slow burn#multiple povs#sjm books
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Radix Glendale Mini, Junior and Senior Solo Results
Mini:
Cambrie O'Haver (Club Dance), Kinley Harper (Club Dance), Dejana Kostur (Elektro), Charlotte Rathjen (Dance Studio C), Aspen Brandt (Club Dance) OTE
Addison Pichette (Club Dance) OTE
Emily Collins (Dance Deluxe), Adalee Grove (Collective PHX), Aliyah Rothe (Impact Dance), Adelina Getsova (The Base), Katie Carlson (Evoke), Caydence Zuehlke (CanDance), Jewel Moody (Summer's DanceWorks) OTE
Hazel Silverman (Dance Studio 111) OTE
Preslie Ball (CanDance), Poppy Cunningham (Club Dance)
Zachary Hutta (Artistic Motion), Halle Forrest (Impact Dance), GIselle Pilorin (Artistic Motion), Brighton Taylor (Dance Deluxe)
Eva Gonzales (Dance Deluxe), Jordan Lavigne (Artistic Motion), Xiamiya Reed, Kenny Opaska (Collective PHX)
Summer Dairymple (The Base), Faye Cunningham, Gabriella Daschievici (Dance Studio C)
Kinsey Fitts (Elektro), Imoact Dance Poppy, Kensington Ferrin (Club Dance), Colette Stutzman (CanDance)
Gotta Dance Adelei, Brielle Baily (Dance Deluxe)
Junior:
Isla Gardner (Club Dance) OTE
Piper Perusse (Company Space) OTE
Alayna Noble (The Base), Aracely Lee (Dance Deluxe) OTE
Caitlyn Paik (To The Pointe), Zoeleigh Hutta (Artistic Motion), Aria Bongiorno (Dance Deluxe) OTE
Ava Thompson (Collective PHX) OTE
Sabina Vess (Elektro) OTE
Delilah Hewitt (Brea), Patience Hughes (Brea), Chloe Tarwater (Elite Dance Pro) OTE
Kinley O'Keefe (Elektro) OTE
Ella Carlon (Brea), Leila Koeneke (Artistic Motion Dance) OTE
Sofia Verdugo (Collective PHX) OTE
Senior:
Angelika Edejer (Evoke) OTE
Ryan Hutta (Artistic Motion) OTE
Rosendo Arechiga (CanDance) OTE
Georgi Arnold (SGSDance), Grace McKinley (Dance Studio C) OTE
Kenzie Cole (Artistic Motion), Charlie Kautzer (Nor Cal) OTE
Kaylinn Rees (Dance Studio C), Paige Kracht (Club Dance) OTE
Isabella Gomez (CanDance) ??
Eriel Garzon (Elektro), Alysha Ritschel (CanDance), Charlotte Gesting (Evoke) ??
Tessa Weaver (Artistic Motion), Kendall Birnbaum (CanDance), Logan Marumoto-Kaleimamahu (24-7 Dance Force) ??
Brekyn Knowels (Elektro) ??
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HIGHLIGHTS FOR ABC NEWS’ ‘GOOD MORNING AMERICA,’ DEC. 19-24
The following report highlights the programming of ABC’s “Good Morning America” during the week of Dec. 19-24. “Good Morning America” is a two-hour, live program anchored by Robin Roberts, George Stephanopoulos and Michael Strahan, and Ginger Zee is the chief meteorologist. The morning news program airs MONDAY-FRIDAY (7:00-9:00 a.m. EST) on ABC.
Highlights of the week include the following:
Monday, Dec. 19 — ABC News correspondent Erielle Reshef on how the Jewish community is celebrating at a time when antisemitism is on the rise; “GMA”’s 12 Days of Cookies with chef Alex Guarnaschelli; ABC News reporter Will Ganss begins the search for the ugliest Christmas sweater in America; a performance by Shaggy
Tuesday, Dec. 20 —Dancer Sharna Burgess (“Dancing with the Stars”); ABC News reporter Will Ganss continues the search for the ugliest Christmas sweater in America; “’GMA’ Gives Back”; “GMA”’s Shop This Store: Ulta; “GMA”’s 12 Days of Cookies with food influencer Dan Pelosi
Wednesday, Dec. 21 —ABC News reporter Will Ganss continues the search for the ugliest Christmas sweater in America; actor Stanley Tucci (“I Wanna Dance with Somebody”); “GMA”’s 12 Days of Cookies with culinary content creator Jake Cohen; “’GMA’ Gives Back”; a performance by Pentatonix
Thursday, Dec. 22 — ABC News reporter Will Ganss continues with the search for the ugliest Christmas sweater in America; “GMA”’s 12 Days of Cookies with cookbook author Renato Poliafito; ABC News reporter Lama Hasan goes inside the fashion of “Emily in Paris”; the cast of Broadway’s “The Piano Lesson”; a performance by Debbie Gibson
Friday, Dec. 23 — “GMA”’s 12 Days of Cookies with cookbook author Anna Francese Gass; “GMA”’s Great Ugly Christmas Sweater Showdown
Saturday, Dec. 24 – Last-minute tips for a festive feast; ESPN NBA trophy tree topper; last-minute tips to prep presents like a pro; “Titanic” turns 25
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Eris: I want to change the world
Lucien: For the better?
Eris:
Lucien: Answer me
#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#acowar#sjm#eris vanserra#azriel#Lucien vanserra#eriel#feysand#nessian#pro eris#pro Lucien#incorrect quotes#acotar memes#tog
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I’m sorry this is one of my Roman empires.
Can you imagine, sweet Elain, clutching her fork like a weapon when the massive Illyrian soldier Cassian sits beside her??
And Az noticing and smirking to himself like aw that’s cute 🫠🥺
Then Cassian’s glare as AZRIEL is the one to respond
And then Mr. Azriel Allen Poe
Like Elain isn’t stupid. She knows they can fly, like, they have wings duh. But it was to keep the conversation going. To learn more about him.
Notice how he isn’t quick to end the convo and turn to something else?
My Roman Empire 😭
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I am an Elriel and curious if there are any passages, mentions, hints in ACOSF following the solstice regarding how Azriel x Elain feel towards one another. Even small things?
I know at the snowball fight Az was obviously still pissed. Things like this since I don’t think we see them interact again, right?
I listen to the books and don’t have paper copies so it’s hard for me to find.
People quote passages but I never know if they are before (which I generally assume they are) or after the BC.
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I’m sick and tired of these people saying cassian offered to get Elain when he never did. He never said I’ll go get Elain myself. He never said he was going to march into the camp and get her. He said we’ll get her back which is just a statement. Azriel was the only one who said he’ll get her and feyre volunteered to come along. They are twisting the text and it’s ridiculous.
Cherry picking what they like in the text is an Olympic sport now.
Cassian said it to Nesta. "We'll get her back". Making Elain's kidnapping and trauma about Nesta. Just like Elain said in ACOSF. He never said 'I will get her back' or even 'let's make a plan to get her back'. It was a generic 'we'll figure something out, don't worry', but there was no real intent. Also, he wasn't going to go anywhere--he could barely stand. He is a nice dude and I get it. He didn't want his mate's beloved sister to get ripped apart in Hybern. Just like later on, he offered Elain a generic dagger to have for protection of some kind (or more likely for her to have a weapon to end herself, if it came to that). But it was Azriel who declared 'I am getting her back' and it was Azriel who gave her Truth Teller.
It's basically like saying 'I'll take care of dinner' and then Cassian would pick up McDonald's from the drive through, and Azriel would make pasta from scratch, his nonna's sauce, get the best Chianti and whip up tiramisu with the best mascarpone he can find. Sure, they are the same, but somehow, vastly different.
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Azriel Appreciation Week Day 5: Favorite Ship
Elain … She’d taken one look at us in the swaying grasses outside that wagon, the legs and assets on display, and turned crimson. Viviane stepped in, offering a Winter Court fashion that was far less scandalous: leather pants, but paired with a thigh-length blue surcoat, white fur trimming the collar. In the heat, it’d be miserable, but Elain was thankful enough that she didn’t complain when we again emerged from the covered wagon and found our companions waiting. She refused the knife Cassian handed her, though.
Went white as death at the sight of it.
Azriel, still limping, merely nudged aside Cassian and extended another option.
“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”
His wings had healed—though long, thin scars now raked down them. Still not strong enough, Madja had warned him, to fly today.
The argument with Rhys this morning had been swift and brutal: Azriel insisted he could fly—fight with the legions, as they’d planned. Rhys refused. Cassian refused. Azriel threatened to slip into shadow and fight anyway. Rhys merely said that if he so much as tried, he’d chain Azriel to a tree.
And Azriel … It was only when Mor had entered the tent and begged him—begged him with tears in her eyes—that he relented. Agreed to be eyes and ears and nothing else.
And now, standing amongst the sighing meadow grasses in his Illyrian armor, all seven Siphons gleaming … Elain’s eyes widened at the obsidian-hilted blade in Azriel’s scarred hand. The runes on the dark scabbard.
“It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade.
“Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”
“I—I don’t know how to use it—” “I’ll make sure you don’t have to,” I said, grass crunching as I stepped closer.
Elain weighed my words … and slowly closed her fingers around the blade.
Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel had lent out that blade— Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.
Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.
I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.
#azrielweek#pro azriel#azriel appreciation week#azriel acotar#azriel#eriel#pro elriel#elain archeron#elain acotar#pro elain
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Light The Sky has lit us up with his new original, Mothership. The genre-bending electronic music project from Los Angeles is helmed by producer Atla Gadret, who likes to experiment with a fusion of future bass, electro pop, and modern trip-hop to create his rapturous anthems. He recruits Hollywood chanteuse Eriel Indigo for her ethereal vocals on the melodious future bass opus, a high flying, infectious hooking dazzler that shoots us straight into the cosmos towards our very own sonic mothership. It’s as if we’ve gone home, where our hearts are warm and content. All trials and tribulations are behind us as we ride the joyous ascents and dizzying drops of Mothership. Download the track, here.
#Light The Sky#Mothership#Eriel Indigo#electronic#electronica#EDM#dance#producuer#future bass#future pop#future beats#bass#chill trap#melodic bass#music#song#pro
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ACOSF 8 & 16
Hi anon!! Uhh I had never thought about question 16, but I think I got an idea
8) What do you want to learn about Cassian?
I want to learn about his actual relationship with his culture. Because we know Azriel hates illyria and doesn’t like going unless it’s necessary, and Rhysand despises them, but Cassian doesn’t even want to own a house outside Illyria, spends most of his time there and for centuries he has dedicated his life to be “in charge” of them. And at the same time, he hasn’t defended illyrian people in front of the Inner Circle once.
We know he is a General Commander because he worked hard for it, which makes me think he has illyrian values deeply rooted in his ideology and actually appreciates their military way of life and traditions. But at the same time, at least by how Feyre has been describing the Inner Circle, his job is more to keep them in line for Rhysand, that to be a leader to them. When the armies and Rhysand disagree, Cassian is the one who has to make the illyrian Lords understand and take the orders, but he has never presented himself as a spokenperson for them or their needs in fron ot Rhysand unless is a logistic issue that needs solving to keep everything working.
So what does Cassian feel about that? Does he want them to accept him? Do they still treat him like that because he is a bastard, or because they see him as a delegate from the government instead of as their leader? I would like to explore how Cassian feels about his culture, what’s his relationship with his people, and what he would like it to become in the future.
16) What are your wishes for the fandom when acosf comes out?
I would love for this fandom to become less radical. Right now, it feels like you can only stand in one place, and if you like one aspect of the book or one character, you are “forbidden” from liking other specific thing that the fandom has decided to consider it’s opposite of the one you like. At least for me, it’s an “on my side or on my way” kind of feeling.
I have nothing against Eriel/Elucien stans or the ships, but I’m going to use them as an example. Lately, maybe becauseACOSF is closer now and everything intensifies, it feels like when one person is pro one of those, not ony have they to like thir ship, but also dislike the other one and try to tear it down for others. There are whole smear campains going on, because liking what you enjoy it’s not enough, you have to make it clear that it is the only option, because the other one is toxic, problematic, forced by one of the characters or forced by the readers, and if you like that, then you must be an abuser or toxic person yourself. For me, it’s out of hand becuase it’s not only about ships, it happens with characters too, and almost every detail. The hate is overwhelming. It’s just too much negativity, considering the whole point of being in a fandom is to enjoy the comunity built arround a piece of media.
I know it might seem hypocritical because I don’t like Rhysand, Feyre most of the time, and I’m always complaining about the IC’s dynamics, but I’m not perfect either and not liking things is perfectly fine. The problem for me comes when the only way you can enjoy what brings you jow is by trying to make people who don’t share the same feeling like they are commiting a crime.
So yeah, once the book comes out, Nesta being a character that devides the fandom and the main characters for the next book being Elain/Lucien/Azriel, who are starting to feel the same way, I hope we can learn from it and become a little les polarized.
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Hiring Pro-Hamas Aide Completes Elizabeth Warren’s Anti-Israel Pivot
by Erielle Davidson, the Federalist, July 17, 2019
Senator Elizabeth Warren has now moved " to embrace the anti-Israel left, to help establish and cement her bona fides with far-left progressives who’ve come to see the destruction of the Jewish state as a non-negotiable cause. Warren’s move tolls warning bells of what we might come to expect from other 2020 candidates eager to appeal to their far-left base. Warren has been itching to prove her anti-Israel chops among the progressives....
Warren’s recent moves follow a linear trend that the 2020 hopeful has been following since she first boycotted Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s address to Congress in 2015. She was a vocal critic of the embassy move and recognition of Israel’s capital in 2017 and joined Bernie Sanders in chastising Israel during the March 2018 Gaza protests without one critique of Hamas, despite Hamas’ role in orchestrating the protests....
Warren recently hired anti-Israel radical Max Berger, who helped to found the IfNotNow organization, a group that has devoted itself to damaging Israel’s reputation in America under the guise of seeking an end to Israel’s “occupation” of Judea and Samaria and East Jerusalem.
In doing so, IfNotNow routinely ignores Palestinian terrorism against Jews, promotes the “scholarship” of noted terrorist spokespersons, and even harasses young Jews attending Birthright trips. Berger’s co-founder, Simone Zimmerman, previously served as the Jewish outreach coordinator for Bernie Sanders, until she was fired for writing a profanity-filled Facebook post directed at Benjamin Netanyahu.
Like Zimmerman, Berger has a unsavory social media past. In 2013, he posted on Twitter that he “would totally be friends with Hamas,” the Sunni Islamist fundamentalist group that engages in terror attacks against Jews in Israel and openly advocates for the destruction of the Jewish state.
Given the objectives of the IfNotNow organization, Berger’s professedly warm stance towards Hamas is unsurprising. Berger has also been accused of fabricating sensational stories about his own Birthright trip in order to demonize the organization, which funds trips to Israel for thousands of Jews each year. His dishonest hackery would cause a typical candidate pause. But not Warren.
Warren’s failure to comment on Berger’s support for anti-Semitic terrorists reveals a watershed moment in Warren’s campaign. To speak is an act, but in the world of campaigns, to remain silent may require equal deliberation. It seems here is no exception.
It is likely Warren sees an opportunity to remain silent about Berger as a way of offering tacit support to the far-left, anti-Israel progressives of her base....
Those curious about the direction of the Democratic Party on Israel need not look any further than Warren’s campaign for a blueprint of the anti-Israel pivot. In 2014, Warren defended the right of the Israeli military to shoot at rocket launchers in self-defense against Hamas, even if Hamas placed those rocket launchers in Palestinian hospitals and schools. Now she is hiring those who admire Hamas.
It isn’t a particular secret that the Democratic Party has struggled to quell the rising anti-Israel sentiment percolating within it. Warren’s gradual shift offers a road map for those wondering how quickly (and dramatically) a traditionally pro-Israel Democrat can make the progressive anti-Zionist swivel. The answer, it seems, is a mere five years."
Erielle Davidson is a Staff Writer at the Federalist and a law student at Georgetown University Law Center.
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