#desperate azriel

[lunaatthezoo]

Desperate Azriel >>>>>>>>

🎨 by @ art_by_ava.georgia on Instagram. She owns my eyeballs.

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She'll Wait No Longer: Chapter One

I learned how to use AO3 (kind of) and Chapter One of my first ever fic is posted! Thank you so much to all who read my little preview earlier today and encouraged me. AO3/Tumblr Girlies are the best 😊

Follow the link below to give it a read. I have MANY chapters written already so I will post more in the near future. Enjoy the longing/pining/obsessing/smut/fluff/secret relationship!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60399079/chapters/154165558

The way she was looking at him…her plush bottom lip was resting on the edge of her tumbler, which her finger was slowly stroking over and over and over again, as if she didn’t even realize she was doing it. Her chest was rising and falling with increasing speed, and her pulse visibly fluttered along the side of her throat. Her shining hair was twisted up on top of her head, exposing her neck to him completely.

That smooth, slender, creamy throat would be the death of Azriel one day. If he died with his face smothered in Elain’s soft neck, consumed by her hypnotic honey and jasmine scent, he would die a happy male.

Elain’s huge, warm brown eyes were glazed over, but held a fire within them he had only seen twice before. The memory of the first time he saw that look in her eyes drifted to him as he drank in her smoldering gaze. 

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What None Saw: Chapter 5 (Rita's)

I could not wait one single more second to post this one. This chapter may be my favorite thing I've ever written, and I hope you all love it, too! It's so fun, giggly, teasy, tensiony. Think violently protective, obsessed, pathetic, comPLETEly unhinged Azriel. Also, Azriel wearing a leather jacket is my permanent headcanon now 🫦

Chapter summary: Azriel reaches new levels of unhinged when Elain joins the family at Rita's. He leaves her with an enticing offer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61087384/chapters/156827896

“You look very nice, Azriel,” Elain said with an unmistakable touch of shyness. Azriel felt a blush of his own bloom on his cheeks.

He looked down at himself. He had forgone leathers and armor for a simple yet- he hoped- elegant black silk shirt and tailored pants. There was little he could do about the unruly waves kissing his brow and neck but his hair was at least washed and going in the right directions.

He kept the siphons atop his hands and Truth-Teller at his side, naturally. He never knew when he might need them.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “You…”

Fuck. What was he supposed to say? You look like a flawless goddess, Elain? You look like every sublime dream I have ever conjured? You look like a heavenly creature of moonlight and forgotten worlds and everything good in the universe? You look like your body may kill me slowly and happily?

Say something you godsdamned fucking idiot.

“You look rather dashing,” is what came out of his mouth.

Dashing? Dashing, you miserable fucking bastard? Azriel had never hated himself more.