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yiiyiiwrites · 5 months ago

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Please do winter warrior at winter solstice. What gifts would she give everyone?? Part two to tame the wolf? Please 🥲

Oh this is sweet :) I think winter warrior would bring a mixture of the most bizarre gifts to the most obvious. Nesta is not mated to Cassian 3461words not edited [Previous part]

[winter warrior masterlist]

❄️ Winter solstice

The heat hit you as soon as you entered the townhouse. Your fur coat still tinged with the pink hues of your blood, you'd patched the hole refusing Cassian's offer of buying you a new one. The Garments in Velaris were not as warm or heavy as the ones from the winter court.

Cassian guided your coat down your arms, a twinge of pain surging through your shoulder making you flinch. You were supposed to return in the morning, but you'd ventured into the heart of winter to buy some last minute gifts for your friends. The word felt foreign to you, but you'd come to realise that they were your friends as much as they were Cassian's.

His hand slid to yours, warmth spreading through your frosty veins. You allowed him to guide you down the hallway and up the stairs, the muffled sounds of your friends in the living room. Lights flickered against the narrow walls, Cassian nudging the door open with his foot as he dragged you and the bag of your belongings into his and yours bedroom.

The fire roared beside you, logs crackling in the silent room. Your gaze trailed after Cassian, his armour already shredded and the black swirls decorating his chest, a smirk tugged his lips.

"Is this where you give me my gift?" His brow arched, wings twitching as you stalked towards him. Always the predator in his gleaming eyes.

You traced your nails along his bicep, shaking your head and jutting out your lip. "Sorry, my love but you'll have to wait," you said, you fingers working the buttons of your undershirt. "Think you can manage that?"

He’d already gifted you your solstice present this morning, unable to keep it a secret. A silver locket, snowflake trapped between a glass pendant. Not just any snow though, it was a mixture of the Illyrian mountains and the winter mountains. To anyone else it was found anywhere, but the way the light caught the snow, you could see fusions of blue ice from the first place you met him in the winter mountains. The Illyrian frost a duller white in comparison to the crisp blue hue of your home.

Cassian grumbled, pulling on a clean shirt. His gaze wandered to you as you undressed, brows furrowing as you peeled off your shirt. He let out a deep breath, "God's they really did whip you like an animal," his whispered breath fanned against the back of your neck. He traced the three lines scored into your back, scabs stretching the healing wounds that you could feel the tight pull with every move.

"My love, you forget I am an animal." You stepped away from him, the knot in your stomach leading you back to him. "I deserved it, I shouldn't have lashed out at my sister." You kissed his stubbled jaw, patting his cheek.

"No one deserves that," he trailed after you, through the walk in wardrobe helping you reach for the lighter layered clothing you'd stored away. "Besides I'm sure your sister deserved it, the things that come out that mouth. That's an animal." His distaste for Veyna never hidden, he frequently told you what he thought of her.

You tried to push back the memories of your nails digging into her throat, even the blood spitting from her mouth as she continued baiting you. The wolf snarling, silvery gaze filtering the warm colours around you.

Blinking you, you pushed down the wolf and dressed in a tunic and trousers, inky blue velvet hanging from your shoulders. You were still getting used to wearing light weight clothing, the way your body moved like shadows and the silence of fabrics not rubbing together. The boots you wore thinner, the soft leather laced up and the sole smaller giving you less height.

“Come on,” you tugged him with you. “This is my second solstice, I think I understand the gift part much better now.”

Cassian chuckled behind you, “my love, I’m definitely looking forward to what you think as a gift.”

It was true, you’d messed up last year. Getting people what you thought was necessary, forgetting that they didn’t live in the rugged mountains. You’d hunted food to bring for the feast, only knowing what you’d read from old books in the mountains. That and you gifted them each a lock of lucky witches hair you’d bought from the keeper of forest high in the mountains.

You’d spent the last three months trying to figure out what would be a good gift. Even sneaking away to the healers quarters in the heart of the winter court to ask your sister, Senna’s advice. It was awkward, you’d never given a gift even to your family. Their life was down there whilst yours was in the mountains. The only gift you did get was from the high lord each yeah consisting of supplies and new clothes.

The winter solstice went on for a week below in the heart of the court. You had never celebrated it, your days spent patrolling the forest and mountains like usual. The wicked never slept, that’s what they’d reminded you growing up. You knew that families in the mountains had their own tradition of dinner of the night of solstice, but you didn’t have anyone close to your hut to bother with the holiday. Sometimes though when you woke the morning after, someone would leave food wrapped in a cloth on your doorstep.

Laughter echoed down the halls, the glow of yellow welcoming you into the living room. So much warmth, not just from the fire. Feyre rushed forwards and hugged you, force nearly knocking you over.

“We didn’t know if you were coming or not…” she trailed off her rambling, gaze flitting to Cassian behind you. Her cheeks turning red as she linked your arm with yours. “Elain wanted to give you her present first,” she whispered patting your arm and pointing through the misted glass at the balcony.

You pushed the door open, shutting it behind you and tucking your hands around your body for warmth.

“I knew you wouldn’t be long,” Elain said, smile tugging her lips. She clasped her hands in front of her, a habit she did for you as she realised you followed her every movement.

You don’t know why but Elain made you very aware of every bone in your body as if the wolf would jump from its cage and unleash itself. The straightness of your back and the tightness of jaw setting the dull aches of pain as you willed yourself to walk towards her.

Her gaze was always soft, just like her face and her touch. Something you were still getting used to. The way she chose her words and coated them with kindness surprised you most.

“I respect that you fend for yourself, but everyone needs a little bit of help sometimes. There’s lots of things to aid you when you’re injured.” She said, stepping aside to retrieve a brown bag.

Elain rifled through the bag, pulling out an assortment of health tonics and soothing balms. She knew you too well, knew you wouldn’t look through the contents as if something lurked in there, you peered over looking into the unzipped bag and the ribbons of bandages balled up. It must have taken her weeks to collect it all and she would have had to research certain things you knew only tied to the winter court.

“Thank you,” you said bowing your head and mirroring her smile. “You didn’t have to go to so much trouble, one tonic would have been enough.” Gods now your present paled in comparison.

“Nonsense,” Elain said, swatting her hand, you jerked back before her hand connected to your arm. Fists twisting in the fabric under your crossed arms.

As if sensing the change in mood, the house dropped Elain’s present into her hands. You looked out the corner of your eye, wondering if she’d like the gift.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, breath fogging the glass she held. A small flower nestled on top of a mound of snow, blue petals ruffling as a cloud dispersed snowflakes from above to fall upon them. “This is from your home?”

You nodded, “it’s from the highest peak of the mountains, only grows in snow.” It had taken you days to trek to the top, part of you needed to go that way on your patrol, but another telling you it was perfect for Elain.

“Thank you, I love it. I shall put it on my desk in my bedroom. So I can always see it.” A smile blossomed, the tip of her red nose reminding you to go back inside. She held the delicate glass, her eyes on the flurry of white flakes kissing the petals.

You held the door for Elain to enter first, scanning the balcony out of habit before you retreated into the warmth.

Turning on your heel, your met with the dark wisps and their owner. Azriel smiled down at you, he plucked a small box from the darkness swimming around him and gave it to you.

“Happy solstice,” was all he said before slinking away. He took up space by the door again, leaning against the wall and falling back into conversation with Feyre.

You pulled the thin yellow ribbon, the lid opening as you untied it. A silver coin laid upon shredded tissue, a wolf on one side and a sword on the other. You picked it up, examining the scripture on the side. The coin more of a medal nowadays, was given to patrollers in winter when they had reached a certain milestone. It wasn’t something your court did anymore, but there were still some floating around. You had never seen one though. He didn’t need to hear your appreciation out loud, he nodded to you across the room knowing that it meant a great deal to you.

“What did you get, Az?” Cassian said, his arm slipping around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

Azriel perked up at the mention of his name, he wasn’t expecting a gift and he’d told you not to get him one.

“I may have taken a days leave to hunt someone for you.” You prayed they wouldn’t ask for the gritty details, you squeezed Cassian’s arm before he could ask. “They’re being held in the winter courts tower and ready to be transported at your convenience.” You’d spoke in length with Azriel about a slippery fae who kept flitting between the courts in hopes of pleading sanctuary. Thought you’d make his gift the essence of time, hunt the fae and offer him up for questioning.

“Not today, Az,” Rhys said, stopping Azriel before he could get to work. “Solstice remember.” He patted him on the back, steering him to an armchair by the fire.

Azriel’s hazel eyes connected with yours, smile tugging the corner of his lips as Cassian was trying to coax an answer out of you. How did you find them? Wolf or warrior?

You slumped back, wincing as you back made contact with Cassian’s firm chest. “Gods, this gift giving is hard work,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. Mor, Nesta and Amren were yet to join you, saying they’d be at the townhouse for dinner.

The rest of your gifts were piled up with the others. Yours could be spotted a mile away, brown cloth wrapped around and tied with string. Colourful shining papers and vivid ribbon bows surrounded yours. Maybe you’d have to ask where to get stuff like that, it did look pretty.

Rhys was busy giving out his gifts, the ripping of paper and gasps filling the room. He stopped before you, “if you’d allow me, I’d like to meet your wolf and help you understand the spirit better for yourself,” his words echoed in your mind, but his lips did not move. Words for you to hear alone and maybe for the wolf to hear too.

His gift meant more than he realised, no one had asked to meet your wolf or offered you help in a way that wouldn’t harm you. You nodded in thanks, his energy slipping from your mind.

You handed Rhys a thin long box, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. It was a gamble and you wasn’t sure if it made you look savage, but it was the only thing you could think of. He slid the lid off, frown settling his head, his violet eyes snapping to you.

“The talons from the naga that attacked Feyre in the spring court,” you said gesturing to the four claws rolling around the box. “The autumn court chased them through to the winter, I came across a group of them in the mountains. Could smell feyre’s scent on that one.”

The room fell quiet, all eyes on you and Rhys as he picked up one of the long sharp talons. Had you messed up? Was this not something normal, least you didn’t bring its head.

“What?” You blurted out, glancing at each of your friends around you. “I did good, right?” Cassian’s face softened, faint smile replacing the frown.

Feyre appeared beside you, palm smoothing up and down your arm. “Thank you, that must have taken a lot of courage. It’s a thoughtful gift,” she said, she took the talon from Rhys and placed it back in the box.

“Will make a good paperweight.” Rhys smirked, dodging feyre’s jab.

You settled next to cassian on the sofa, head resting against his shoulder. The heat radiating from him and the fire calmed you, twinkling lights draped the mantle piece with pine cones and branches. The scent of pine reminded you of home and all you wanted to do was bundle up in a duvet letting sleep take you. The past few weeks catching up with after your dazed hunt.

Mor, Nesta and Amren appeared in the doorway.

Nesta sauntering through the room, her icy stare focussed on you. “I’m glad to see you,” she said, stretching her hand for you to take. She pulled you up, hand clasped in yours as she led to the entryway. There was bite of frost you and eldest Archeron shared, the way it claimed you as cold and detached, made your friendship stronger. One look between you two and you knew what each other were thinking.

You knew what she’d get you, clothes. She’d been the one to give you clothes more fitting for life in Velaris, your heavy set garments no use outside of the winter court. Nesta kept to the same shade of midnight blue, that hung in your wardrobe and complimented your complexion. A long overcoat, white fur trimmings circling the cuffs and hem. Silver embroidered stars and the traditional snowy pattern of your court decorating the soft material.

“Go ahead, try it on,” she said, holding the coat so that you could slip your arms into the sleeves. You winced at your healing wounds, shoving down the ache with a smile. You twirled around, her hand holding her chin as she examined the fit, she was well know to the tailors and you didn’t put it past her that she’d designed it herself.

“I should warn you,” you whispered leaning in to lower your voice as low as you could. “This book is banned so don’t go leaving it around.”

Nesta turned the book in her hands, fingers flicking the yellowing pages. She’d mentioned the author once before, the name never left your mind and you’d been searching for it since she’d confided in you. You managed to get lucky, finding one in a second hand shop in the heart of winter. As if you were meant to find it. She raised it in air, the house hid it away till it was time to leave.

You removed your overcoat, folding it back up in its neat box and set it aside on the cabinet in the hall. Nesta and you made your way to the dining room, plates full of food lined the centre of the table, thin pillar candles tucked between the dark green foliage.

Bottles clinked in your hands and you placed them in front of Amren, the only place at the table without a plate. “I may have drained a few beasts during the coldest months,” you said, popping the cork from a bottle and pouring the red liquid into the glass in front of her.

Amren downed the glass of blood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. A smile playing on her lips as she poured another. “Always full of surprises little wolf,” she said, raising her full glass at you. You wondered if she could tell which beasts you’d drained, but you’d leave that for another day. Letting her savour the gift.

She gifted you a weather warner, a metal device that predicted rain. You’d hated the rain ever since you’d arrived in Velaris and always got caught without shelter. Snow you could handle, rain you loathed it. How it drenched your clothes and left muddy splashes in its wake. Now you couldn’t be caught in it thanks to Amren.

The dinner rolled on, questions about your three months away and what everyone else had been up to. Your stomach and jaw ached from laughing so much. You all returned to the living room, more subdued than earlier. The wine coaxing Amren into a slumber on the window seat, Mor placing a fluffy blanket over her.

You hadn’t spent much time with Mor, she’d been busy with the hewn city before you left for winter. So you still didn’t know enough about her to get her a meaningful gift. That’s what you’d learnt, to get presents that the person would like or something they’d mentioned, to know you listened to them.

You’d settled with red lipstick that didn’t budge in the cold, only removed with cleaning balm that came with it. A winter court speciality that kept people lips hydrated in the biting cold, but added a bit of style. It matched the red encrusted gown she worn tonight, she dabbed it onto her full lips thanking you for the gift.

She handed you a flask, magicked to keep liquids warm. A welcome addiction to the supplies you needed for the coldest months.

Feyre hovered nearby, she’d asked you to wait till last to exchange gifts. She could hardly contain her smile as she finally got to her turn. You’d gifted her a wooden box, palette inside that kept paint cold and stopped them drying out, a few paints that were darkest colours which were only made in winter.

“Thank you, I can’t wait to test them out,” Feyre said, looking at the paint tubes and opening them to see the depths of colours. She set the it down, holding a finger for you to wait.

When Feyre entered the room again, you gasped. Snuggled in her arms was a scruffy furred white fox. It squirmed on her arms and leapt to the ground. Is darted towards you, snaking in and out of your legs.

“Flick,” you said, scooping your messenger in your arms. “But how did you? My general refused to let me take him.” You’d had flick since you were a child, his name given to him because his tail was forever flicking. His white fur wasn’t pure, a sandy hue to the shaggy coat.

The winter court had many white foxes they used to send messages, fast little things that blended into the snow. Flick licked your chin, teeth nipping gently at the braid over your shoulder.

“I asked Kallias.” Feyre stroked Flick, tears stinging your eyes as you buried your face into his fur.

“Thank you, this means so much,” your voice a hoarse whisper. You knew your general would have something to say to you when you returned, but you didn’t care. You’d cross that bridge when you came to it.

The evening blurred, your head heavy as you swayed in Cassian’s arms. You sank into the soft mattress, warm hands took off your shoes and pulled the sheets over you. You blinked, the bed dipping beside you and Cassian coming into view. His hand cupped your cheek and you held onto his wrist, resting the side of your face on his calloused palm.

“Your present,” you mumbled, sleep lacing your voice. The house dropped an ancient tome on the bed, his love for war and history running deep, but he’d never read texts on the winter mountains. Well till now, frost clung to the hardcover, you’d ventured far into the forest and begged the keeper of the forest for the old tome. Exchanging the scales of naga for it.

Thanks for the request :) I didn't realise how long this was but wanted to include all of the inner circle. Hope you liked it - Yiiyii

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shadowdaddies · 9 months ago

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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.”

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emilyondemand · 1 year ago

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Elain Week Day 4: Dreamer 💐🔮🗡️

For @elainarcheronweek

In her most recent interview, Sarah described Elain as the quiet dreamer.

And in the Court of Dreams, Elain is thriving- caring for and rebuilding community gardens in Velaris, plotting/planning gardens for the Townhouse and the River House, and keeping her family and friends well fed by serving them meals and baked goods. Despite her quiet hobbies though, Elain is still willing to do whatever is necessary to aid the Night Court when she is called on to do so.

“When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court” -A Court of Silver Flames

@lumachaii (on ig) is the absolutely brilliant and talented artist who captured Elain in her multiple forms as the quiet dreamer, the seer, and the kingslayer. Her work is beautiful and I am so lucky that I was able to commission her! The little details she took the time to add make me swoon: the beauty mark on her cheekbone and the little bow on her sleeve in dreamer, the flowers behind her ear and witchy accessories in seer, and that cheeky little dimple in kingslayer. 😍

Character belongs to: @therealsjmaas

Art: @lumachaii

Commissioned by: me @emilysbookishtales (ig)

#elain archeron #acotar #pro elain #elain #acosf #elainarcheron #elain kingslayer #acotar elain #elainarcheronweek2023 #elainarcheronweek

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pinkrasberryfish · 2 months ago

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A new chapter of A Court of Blood & Mercy has been posted! Chapter 37, "Just Like Her Mama" now available on ao3! Enjoy! 💫🖤 🌙

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animezinglife · 11 months ago

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For me, it's the potential little, tender moments in what a relationship between Elain and Lucien could be like.

Her soft blush and smile as he helps her zip up/fasten her dress (especially in those early stages when she's still a little shy around him).

Him putting a fallen flower from the garden in her hair (or a wildflower if they're wandering).

The look he'd give her when she laughs, like she's the light of his life.

Her taking his arm when they walk through Velaris (visiting Feyre and fam), her gardens, or arrive anywhere on business or for a social outing.

Him teaching her how to fish, how to swim (if she doesn't know already), and how to shoot a bow.

Her running her fingers through that silken ruby hair, braiding it back for him or gently detangling it.

The two of them relaxing under a tree on a warm spring or mild summer day basking in the perfect mix of sun and shade.

#acotar #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #scenarios #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #a court of thorns and roses #sjm #sarah j maas #acotar scenarios #animezingscenario #acotar elain #acotar lucien

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thecw-unicorn · 8 months ago

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༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

“𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖠𝗓𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.”

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

✮♱✮ art by @anxara.art

✮♱✮ commissioned by me.

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Happy Elriel month, friends!! I’m so excited for this beautiful celebration of these 2 beauties, and I can’t wait to see what everyone has come up with, and to show yall what I have! Today, we have this sweet and beautiful moment between Elain and Azriel. We’ve seen how they both love spending time in each other’s company and indulging in the light that they find in each other. This prompt of “Clandestine Meetings” is my absolute favorite for Elriel month this year! I love the idea of Elain and Azriel having secret, heartfelt meetings and conversations where they don’t have to pretend, they can just be themselves and soak up the light they seek in the other. For @elriel-month

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

✮♱✮ quote is from A Court of Wings & Ruin.

✮♱✮ characters are Elain Archeron and Azriel.

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✮♱✮ likes, saves, and shares are always appreciated!

✮♱✮ no reposts allowed.

#acotar #elain archeron #my commissions #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #acowar #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames #acotar elain #elain archeron art #azriel acotar #elain x azriel #azriel shadowsinger #elriel month #elriel art

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lyssasdrafts · 6 months ago

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things that would kill the throne of glass and acotar characters from the modern world:

rowan seeing those alpha male podcasts

nesta watching dance moms and thinking about her own mom

elain and the “🎀” trend

manon seeing those sephora kids

nesta seeing booktok

feyre playing episode (the mobile game)

rhysand seeing sad beige baby homes

beron having a single bite of mac and cheese

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 3 months ago

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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.

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danikamariewrites · 4 months ago

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Consequences

Dark!Elain x reader

Notes: I was missing her and reread my headcanon and thought that I should write about my sweet flower girl killing readers ex. Also happy Elain week! I’m not participating but I wanted to show her some love.

Warnings: murder, stalking (kind of)

Adjusting you to life in House of Wind was a little rough. You weren’t used to not being able to come and go as you please. Though Elain never questioned why or where you were going like your ex. She knew where you were thanks to her new witchy ways.

You were enamored with Elain. She quickly became your safe space and she was always gentle with you. Elain never hid things from you either. She was honest about the darkness of the world and had you convinced only she could protect you. After all, Elain did save you from that wicked male after all.

During afternoon tea with her sisters, Feyre tells Elain something that has the Seer simmering with rage. “I’ve heard from others in town that he’s looking for y/n.”

Elain clears her throat. “Is he asking calmly or is he acting deranged,” she asks airily, not letting her sisters see the murderous ideas running through her mind.

“The latter.” Elain hums, sipping on her tea.

That night Elain held you extra tight in bed. Praying to the Mother for you to stay safe in her arms. For you to stay with her forever.

Over the next few days Elain spends her time tailing your ex. Watching him grovel to his friends, begging for help to find you during the day then sneaking into his home at night. Digging through his things and leaving gifts in places yet to be discovered.

She had heard him being told no multiple times. That he never deserved you and to give up. That only enraged your ex. “I will find her! No one else can have her!” He screamed in the middle of the street at a group of males. Elain watched him storm off in the direction of his home.

She took his outburst as a threat to your life, making her see red. Elain followed him home and watched as he paced and paced and drank late into the night.

When he was drunk enough—and knowing the poison was working its way through him—Elain crept into the house on silent feet. His back was facing her as he filled his glass again. Turning around the male nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of a stranger in his home.

“Who are you,” he stuttered out.

“No one of consequence.” Elain gives him a slow, disturbed smile.

The male started to cough violently, blood and spittle flying from his lips. Elain watched as her poison worked its way through his body. As he collapsed to the ground going still she got to work.

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The next morning at breakfast Azriel broke the news of your ex’s death. You didn’t show any emotion, you just sipped your tea and ate your muffin. Elain stared at you waiting for a reaction.

All day she watched you. Waiting for you to cry for him or miss him but nothing. You hadn’t even asked Elain if she had anything to do with his death.

By late afternoon she decided to confront you about it. It wasn’t good to keep your feelings in and she wanted to be there for you if you broke down.

Leaving her work room she found you lounging in the garden, soaking in the sun. “You should move soon, my sweet lily.” You smile up at her, squinting to see her through the blinding rays. “I thought you said the most important thing for flowers was sunlight,” you tease.

Elain crouched down cupping your cheek. Your skin was warm and soft. She let out a hum and smiled back at you. “Yes, but this flower has beautiful skin. And I want to keep it soft and perfect,” she traces your cheek gently with the tip of her finger. You rolled your eyes but humored your girlfriend, moving to the shade of the old willow tree in the middle of the garden.

You and Elain sat in silence for a bit. She wrapped you in her arms letting your head rest on her shoulder. Elain became impatient. Desperately wanting to know what you know.

“Y/n,” she starts, “If you want to…talk about him, I’m here to listen.” You let out a small chuckle. “Elain, I feel more relieved than anything. And I know.” You turn to look at her. Her brown doe eyes staring at you unblinking. “I’m safe. You keep me safe, love.” You kiss her cheek going back to resting on her shoulder.

Elain kisses the top of your head, pulling you closer. “I always will, my sweet lily.”

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