#acotar Elain

[purpleunicornc]

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“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘈 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯. “𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝖶𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌; 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌.”

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 & 𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉

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✮♱✮ art by @ruisfree

✮♱✮ commissioned by me

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I’ve been so excited for this prompt for @elriel-month I couldn’t wait to show my idea of Elain & Azriel using their abilities! One of my favorite things from Silver Flames was the introduction of the Dread Troves and the possibilities that they presented with the sisters being able to utilize them and their powers. I’ve always felt that Elain would use the harp, I think it would fit absolutely perfectly with her powers! Here we have just that, with Azriel watching and in complete shock and awe at the beauty and power Elain is radiating. The absolute GOAT that is @ruisfree did not just a great, or amazing job, she did a FLAWLESS PERFECT JOB at bringing my idea to life!

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✮♱✮ quotes are from A Court of Silver Flames

✮♱✮ characters are Elain Archeron & Azriel

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[highprincessofthenightcourt]

RANT FOR AZRIEL

(Disclaimer , this isn’t for the girlies peacefully enjoying their headcanons or favorite characters. This is for the hostile, demonizing posts I keep seeing against Azriel lately. And let me be clear, shipping whoever you want is fun and totally valid. This isn’t about that. This is about people villainizing others for not liking what they like and twisting canon to suit their narrative and I just needed to rant.)

It pisses me off that people act like Azriel doesn’t truly see or value Elain just because he didn’t tell Rhysand about it in the bonus chapter. The thing is, Az had no plans for a future with her because he was doing everything in his power to stay away—he believes he’s unworthy of her, he knows she was given a mate, and he wants her to have a choice.

So, he stayed away. He tried to do what he thought was right—to give her the chance to be with the guy she was “supposed” to be with. He accepted that, even though we saw how much it pained him. And this is just another example of Azriel caring about Elain. He was putting his feelings aside because she is important to him. Even the fact that he almost gave in to her on Solstice was because he finally knew she wanted him. He was overwhelmed and dazed and hadn’t thought anything through in that moment—but he knew she felt for him as he did for her, and that’s what mattered to him.

Azriel has shown us, time and time again, how much he cares for Elain. From the very beginning, when he tried to appear harmless because she was scared of fae, to being the one who wanted to show her the garden and give her a safe space in this strange land. From being the one who noticed she was a seer, thus saving her from being trapped in her own mind, to being the one who immediately realized she was missing when Hybern took her—and had zero second thoughts about risking his life to get her back. From not spying on Lucien out of respect for Elain’s privacy, to finding the perfect necklace that represented her secret lovely beauty and the roses she lovingly tends to. Azriel has been there. He sees her, just as she sees him and all the times he rubs his temples.

Now, I do have my little personal quibble with Lucien for not being a better friend to Feyre, but that’s beside the point and it really isn’t the reason I don’t ship him with Elain. He’s had good moments, and I get why some people might want to see him as a MMC in the next book.

But Lucien is the one who has been written to see Elain superficially. Their first real interaction, where she asks if he can hear her heart and he says he can’t…it tells you everything. He’s the one having sexual thoughts about her without knowing or even really liking her—not Azriel.

Az is the one who yearns for her so deeply that it pains him to even see her near someone else, to the point where he needs to stay near exits so he can leave if it gets too unbearable.

This is not unintentional, guys. SJM even had Nesta, who was obsessed with Elain, tell Azriel he would die if he tried to save her—that’s how badly she needed to communicate to us that Az would do anything for Elain, including die.

And one last thing: Azriel is not a pervert for being turned on by a very attractive woman who, mind you, wants to fuck him back. Not even Lucien is a pervert for wanting her. Elain is hot, it’s not their fault. Plus, these fae are all horny as hell—the Spring Court needs literal orgies to generate magic. Maybe go deal with that instead, lol.

[littlefireling]

Happy Holidays!!! ❤️💚❤️

Manifesting that you all get a Lucien scented candle for Christmas 🤞🦊

Art by: @unusualmuffin-art

Commissioned by me (@littlefireling)

Tysm for this beautiful artwork!!! You are so talented ❤️ Happy holidays, lovely!!! <333

**Reposts okay with proper credit**

[lunaatthezoo]

Azriel's Favorite Views

Elain's Favorite Views

[lyssasdrafts]

elain archeron is for the girls who are unapologetically feminine, who are called weak over and over and have to keep proving themselves, who are lovers and romantics at heart, who have a voice but just want to choose when they use it, who are quiet because they want to be and not because they don’t have any thoughts or feelings

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Elain: Are you flirting with me?

Azriel: Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.

[shadowedpetals]

Say hello to our next acotar FMC:

Elain Archeron

the one and only Seer of Prythian.

[pinkrasberryfish]

Elain is such a faerie but in like a *fairy* kind of way. Like she’s constantly serving “flying through a garden in Pixie Hollow” energy. Gardening… floating around a kitchen… hell, even randomly popping up out of thin air to stab a man’s neck… it’s just so… fairycore 😌

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Could it be? A rare art post from Silver. . ?

Y'all, I straight up can't do faces, so we're going with VIBES.

Kinda wanna go back in and do something more with her dress — possibly add flowers to her hair to give it something more???

It's also not cleaned up, but shhhhhh, she's pretty anyway.

Uhhhhhh don't steal or repost as your own, or I'll come for your kneecaps with vengeance unheard of in this mortal realm. . . 🙂

[purpleunicornc]

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"𝘼𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙢. 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙, "𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡."

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✮♱✮ art by @ruisfree

✮♱✮ commissioned by me

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It has been FAR too long since I have commissioned the amazing and wonderful @ruisfree. The first idea that came to me was Elriel, specifically when Elain says his scars are beautiful. I think that is such a defining moment for them, and one of the sweetest, because despite what either of them have been through and dealt with, they both see each other for who they are at their core and still love them. I want to thank @ruisfree for being the sweet person she is to work with, and to take all my ideas and bring them to life in such a stunning way!

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✮♱✮ quote is from A Court of Wings and Ruin

✮♱✮ characters are Elain Archeron and Azriel.

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[highprincessofthenightcourt]

I honestly think that Elain who is usually shown as being very composed and proper and shy, going up to the big bat boy in the middle of the night and asking him to touch her as she gets turned on enough that if Rhys the busybodyyy didn’t interrupt who knows what would have happened—I think she knows, guys. I think she has seen the future and she knows that Azriel and her are endgame. I just knooow she has seen him in some dream—maybe she even saw that specific night, knew he would be awake, knew he would touch her neck, knew what would come afterwards…maybe it’s why she was so ready, so confident. I don’t know, something about this makes me so excited. Imagine she has had dreams with the thoughts he has about her, imagine she saw his hands before and recognized them, imagine she saw a future with him where they’re both unbelievably happy. I need this damn book already.

[hearts-lyss]

elucien aesthetic 𓈒 ݁ ₊ ౨ৎ

[lunaatthezoo]

Waiting for Azriel ♡

A little drabble written back and forth through messages between me and @moonfalles 🫶

Azriel walks through the door in the early hours of dawn to see Elain leaned against the wall, waiting for his return, wearing nothing but a whisper of silk, the straps already off her shoulders and hanging from her breasts.

"You're home late."

She allows her arms to drop to her sides, letting the top half of her dress fall and expose her perfect, soft breasts, as she approaches Azriel.

“Are you hungry? I can heat up some of the breakfast I prepared.”

He slowly chews his lip as he approaches her, his eyes roaming her supple body. "That's not what I'm hungry for."

Elain pretends not to catch his insinuation. She hums and tries to walk past him to the kitchen. “Then I’ll prepare some tea for you.”

She doesn't miss where Azriel’s eyes are glued.

He prowls after her and grips her by the hips, stopping her, lowering his mouth to the crook of her neck.

“My love, would you not hold me after my absence?” Azriel steps closer, until his chest is pressed up to her back. “I rushed home from my mission as fast as I could.”

Elain answers with a cheeky tone, teasing him. "Did you expect me to sit around waiting and pining after you all night?"

He raises his head and an eyebrow at her barely-there ensemble. "It seems you have been doing at least some waiting and pining."

Elain hums as she feels Azriel’s hands brush up her sides, towards the underside of her breasts.

“I couldn’t sleep nor eat. I missed you far too much,” Azriel confesses, finally cupping her heavy breasts in his palms.

"Azriel," she chides through a sigh as he again presses tender kisses to her neck. "You must eat and sleep. I can't have you withering away."

“I will. After,” he promises with a heated gaze and knowing smirk, as he easily scoops her up bridal style, carrying her into their bedroom.

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[lyssasdrafts]

(elriel content, i thought it matched and would be funny with this audio. if you don’t like it then scroll + i’ve said multiple times i’m a multi shipper)

elain: i’m in love with your brother

cassian: you’re in love with your own mate? the one from the autumn court?

elain: no! your chosen brother

cassian: rhysand? rhysand!

elain: no, that’s my sister’s mate.

cassian: i’m your sister’s mate. you’re in love with me? me!

elain, frustrated: i’m in love with azriel!

cassian: …

cassian: …my own brother?

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Elain, wearing silk pants: How do these look?

Azriel: Looks like it slips on and off really easily.

Elain:

Azriel: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Feyre: We know what you meant.

[shadowdaddies]

Celebration

Elain x Reader fluff/smut

Summary: you try to bake a cake for Elain for her birthday, but there's something else she'd rather eat

warnings: smut-ish, frosting in places it shouldn't be

Your upper arm burned as you whisked the frosting, much thicker than you knew it should be when the oven dinged behind you, making you jump in surprise. 

You turned to see the cakes slightly browner than you would have liked, sighing as you pulled them from the oven to cool on the stove. Tossing the warm oven mitts to the side, you refocused your attention to the pink and orange “frostings” - if you could even call them that - feeling defeated in your efforts. 

Elain was always attentive, making everyone else’s birthdays special with her exquisite cakes, and all you wanted to do for your girlfriend was let her relax on her own day while you made the cake.

It was an ambitious task, baking and decorating her birthday cake when you had never so much as baked one before, but you stupidly refused Feyre’s offer to help decorate, insisting that you wanted this to be a gesture from you alone.

Now, you stared down at the globs of frosting in their bowls, realization hitting that the sunset with flowers you’d planned to decorate the cake with would not be coming to life. Elbows resting against the cool marble of the kitchen island, you buried your head in your hands while you wondered how your beautiful girlfriend made baking seem so easy and graceful.

As if on cue, Elain padded into the kitchen on soft footsteps, her presence a glowing warmth as arms wound around your waist. Brown eyes glimmered with joy and amusement as she took in the scene before her, the colors of frosting and cooling cake and your half-baked plans to impress her.

“This looks wonderful,” she gushed, finger dipping in the orange frosting before lifting it to her lips. She sucked in the sugar with a moan, eyes fluttering slightly as you tracked her every movement with increasing interest. 

Her full lips wrapped around the digit, puckering as she sucked the sugar from her skin. Your breaths grew short, arousal pooling in your core while you watched. “It’s nowhere near done,” you admitted, drawn from your daze to look at the mess you had made upon the counter.

“And it won’t be anywhere near as beautiful as what you decorate,” you sighed, eyes downcast to avoid her own as defeat sank in.

Elain’s lips spread into a Cheshire grin, mischief aglow in her doe eyes as she effortlessly scooped pink frosting into a piping bag. A shock rolled through you at the feeling of her warm body against yours, caging you in against the cool counter.

“But I see something much more beautiful than anything I’ve decorated,” Elain breathed, eyes raking over your body. The nightgown you donned suddenly felt see-through under her assessing stare. “And something I’d much rather eat than cake.”

Her hand slipped underneath your slip, fingertips cool against the warmth of your upper thighs. “Up on the counter, flower,” she purred, tugging her bottom lip between white teeth.

You leapt backward onto the marble, gasping at the sensation on your flushed skin, slick growing between your legs. You watched, hypnotized, as Elain flipped up your skirt, exposing your core to the room.

“Beautiful,” she murmured, one hand holding the piping bag as the other drifted towards your center, delicate fingertips grazing your core. 

“Lay back,” she smiled, nodding in approval when you obeyed her direction. Hands slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of your gown over your chest to bare you to the room. ��Good girl, now stay still.”

You gasped, squirming underneath as you felt the cool piping bag pour frosting over your stomach, down lower and lower until it hovered just above where you craved her most.

Elain set down the piping bag, hands spreading your legs as you looked to her with admiration before glancing at your bare skin. There, she had written “I love you” in the frosting more beautifully than you could have achieved on the cake.

As her warm tongue flattened against your lower abdomen, you moaned out what weak warning you could manage. “Elain, if you start, I will take you upstairs and we won’t leave the bed today.”

A small laugh left her lips, the sound like bells echoing on a sunny afternoon. “Perfect,” she mumbled against the heated flesh, working her way towards your swollen breasts. 

Her tongue flicked out over your nipple, your desire overwhelming any sense and you pulled the stunning woman over you, legs wrapping around her waist as you dipped your finger in another bowl of icing. Dragging the purple hue down her chest, your hand drifted down to her soaked core.

Reveling in the gasp that escaped her at your touch, you smirked before bringing the sugar-coated arousal to your lips and sucking. “Allow me to celebrate you as long as you like, then.”