#elain archeron week 2022

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𝑬𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝑬𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 & 𝑲𝒊𝒎 ✂️❄️

" I can't touch you. But I can cry when you cry. I can miss you. And I can love you. And I will. Always. "

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- Art by @/feristhii✨

- Comm. by me

[emilyondemand]

Why are there 2 Elain weeks? I'm not upset with celebrating more Elain! But I'm confused. Did the hosts lose the login info?

So the very first Elain Archeron week was hosted back in 2021, that torch was passed onto the current hosts who have been running the appreciation week since September of 2022. The current hosts were harassed by Eluciens and Gwynriels who were trying to claim their own Elain week in 2023 which they held in March or April (?) and it flopped, so they abandoned it. They have always been welcome to celebrate in our long running Elain week, but if they do, they typically only contribute to the Romance prompt.

When Elain week posted their rules this year (which have been exactly the same for the past 3 years), antis decided to use it as a chance to bash the event and create drama over… males. Thus elaingate was born by people who were never going to, nor had any intention of actually participating in Elain week to begin with.

Our current hosts are very familiar with harassment surrounding the week, unfortunately, and just held their boundaries. Antis didn’t like that the hosts didn’t give into their tantrums, so they took the more manipulative approach of playing victim, and acted as though they didn’t feel welcomed to participate because the week is hosted by Elriels. Despite the fact that Elriels were by far and large interacting with, liking, and sharing ALL of the content posted. (From what I saw anyway, I can’t speak for what may have been happening on Twitter and I apologize if any Eluciens were being unfairly attacked on that platform. From what I’ve heard it’s unhinged in those parts, so I avoid)

A lot of them pretended to be nice to our faces on IG, while coming onto Tumblr to whine and complain about how many Elriels were participating, any nods to Azriel in any form in any piece was criticized, they tried to start drama over an artist who theorized Elain having shapeshifting abilities and gave her wings, one of the captions on one of my own commissions was mocked and made fun of in the pro Elain tags, and many of us were blocked, unblocked, and reblocked- it was just bizarre tantrum throwing behavior and a poor show of trying to play the victim while simultaneously manufacturing all of the drama.

So now, someone has taken over the reins of the random one time elucien led elain week and has decided to host it again, I’m assuming they will be resuming in March of 2025. The sad thing though is that it isn’t being held because of actual love for Elain’s character, but because they want to be spiteful and ugly over not being the first ones to host and control the real Elain week. And that is what it really comes down to- pettiness, unfortunately.

[stargirlie25]

This is the first and hopefully the last time i talk about the Elainweek drama.

Ima just cut straight to the point

People who ship Tamlain are not evil people! If they want to participate in Elainweek that means they generally love Elain.

Considering Elain Archeron´s character was not even created by you guys but you still get to decide on whom she can or can´t be shipped with?

got this image from @positivelyruined

Tamlains are fans of Elain! If we all just worked together to be more open minded we would realise it! This characters are not real so it is really about whether the pro elain community enjoys it.

Of course you can still do an Elainweek i'm saying you can't just create an event about a character that isn't yours and not include everyone. That is just messed up! Some Elain fans believe that this topic is unnecessary drama which is false!

A lot of people were looking forward to Elainweek only to be cast away because someone said so.

Im sorry @elainarcheronweek but you guys are basically casting away multiple people who love Elain.

Elain week should be about people who love and appreciate Elain.

Also to me it does not seem like your account is inclusive to everybody. I mean obviously but you even seem to lean into elriel more anyways. They literally have 8 elriel submissions and 1 elucien submission from 2022. It makes me feel that your account was not very welcoming to other shippers including Elucien. Maybe people did want to participate but did you promote elriel more often than other ships?

Even feycien was aloud in Feyreweek! It is really all about us as a community and what we do to make this fandom a fun loving space.

Bottom line: Elain Archeron does not even belong to you and still you guys somehow get to choose who is aloud and not. If you want to make a week be inclusive and diverse so that we all can have a great time. Many people (including me) were so excited for Elainweek only to be turned down. Keep in mind i am an Elucien and i have actually expressed my distaste for tamlain like i have for elriel. That does not mean i want those shippers to feel unwelcome in this event. It upsets me that you claim all fans are aloud to join but still divide us into sections. Even Eluciens (including me) are opting out because we believe in community.

Note-This is not an attack on Elriels or Elriel whatsoever! This post is not anti any ship just that we should all be included! When it comes to a character's week i am open to see all ships as long as the main focus is the character!

ANYWAYS if anybody is trying to make a real Elain Archeron week i will definitely participate and i hope that all elain stans and all the shippers participate to celebrate our Lovely bright Quiet dreamer.

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Like After Images - Valkyrie Week prompt 'Blood Rite' *TW*

Several weeks after the Blood Rite, once the excitement of Nesta's mating ceremony and the birth of Nyx subside, the Valkyrie wade through the aftermath of what they faced in the Blood Rite

The Temporary Roommate - T - 3/3 - 13,951words

ACOTAR Secret Santa 2022 gift Mor's meddling family sends her and Emerie away to her estate for two weeks. It's either the best, or the worst thing that ever happened. She hadn't yet decided.

A Strange Melody - M - 12/12 - 19,752

ACOTAR Secret Santa 2023 gift for @sunshinebingo - a Gwynriel Little Mermaid AU

ACOTAR Writing Circle 3

A Friendly Wager - M - 1/1 - 2,205 words

Gwynriel oneshot fluffy fun - Alternate storyline A Fresh Spark

“Because of you I didn’t sleep at all last night” prompt Gwynriel

“I’m guessing you stole them?” Prompt Gwynriel

Azriel and his mother headcanons

Gwynriel/Kanthony headcanon

The necklace - Angsty Gwynriel

Snap me baby one more time - Nessian 2,175 words

Inspired by all the gym bro thirst traps that keep crossing my FYP that remind me of Cassian. Here's a silly little Nessian one shot with a side Gwynriel and Emorie plot (naturally)

Bodyshop - E - 4/4 - 19,441 words

Inspired by the song Unholy by Sam Smith & Kim Petra Mor and Cassian drag Azriel to Rita's the strip club the partially own with their friend Rhysand to see a new troop of dancers. A trio of women who go by the name Valkyrie.

Don’t you wanna be more than friends? - M - 3,839 words

Azriel and Gwyn have been growing steadily closer thanks to their midnight meetings in the training ring but, tonight, something is different... TW: mentions of SA

“Who says I want to reject it?” - Elucien

Drunk confessions - Elucien

Elucien angsty Drabble & Part 2

More angsty Elucien 

The haircut - Lucien cuts his hair and Elain has feelings about it

Gwynriel/Elucien drabble

Should've Stayed Dead - M - 4,437 words

Nessian (sort of) Lucien receives a message requesting a meeting with the Night Court. Specifically, the Archeron sisters. Cassian's POV

Angsty prompts requests:

Elucien [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11]

Gwynriel [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Lucien/Feyre [1]

Her tears like diamonds on the floor - 1,610words

Angsty Gwynriel Starfall drabble

Embrace - E - 14/? :

Collection of Smut prompt requests including the following ships:

Amren x Varian

Gwynriel

Helion x LoA

Feysand

Elucien

Viviane x Kallias

Jassa

Nessian

Gwynriel week prompts:

Solstice Night

“You’re the new ribbon Az”

To Win a Prince - Cinderella AU

Elucien story inspired by Persuasion - The Remembrance of Regret

Unchained Melody - angsty/smutty Gwynriel

Rosaline inspired Gwynriel scene

Gwynriel sparring

My Jolly Sailor Bold - Gwynriel mermay

I thought my demons were almost defeated but you took their side and you pulled them to freedom - Gwynriel based on @acourtdelaluna head canon

Moth to Flame - Gwynriel Summer Solstice

Frost and Flame - Pure angst from Lucien's POV, no happy ending

A Court of Light and Shadows series - Elucien/Gwynriel

This series consists of an Elucien prequel then a Gwynriel and Elucien story that run tandem to each other - the directions for the tandem read are in the notes of each respective chapter for those interested

A Breaking - M - 1/1 - 2,899 words

After witnessing the almost kiss on Winter Solstice, Lucien makes a decision.

A Court of Shadows - E - 37/37 - 94,718 words

Azriel has begun to notice that his thoughts regarding a certain priestess have begun to shift. Before he can fully set aside his more inappropriate musings, Gwyn makes a proposal he can't resist

A Court of Light - M - 31/31 - 88,258 words

A year after the events of A Breaking, Elain feels a tug on the bond and realizes her estranged mate is in danger. Lucien, now returned to the Night Court, wonders if he might have been too hasty in his decision to leave, and if there might still be a chance for him with his mate

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That's 1,767 more posts than 2021!

108 posts created (5%)

1,864 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 951 of my posts in 2022

#elriel - 100 posts

#elain archeron - 93 posts

#azriel - 89 posts

#acotar - 52 posts

#t writes - 49 posts

#elain - 43 posts

#elain x azriel - 43 posts

#azriel shadowsinger - 42 posts

#elriel fanfiction - 39 posts

#elriel art - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#reading harry potter 7 as a teen and my tiny mind being blown by all the threads woven throughout the series coming to fruition

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Elriel Month Week 1. “Always”

NSFW

Elain dozed peacefully in Azriel’s arms as he carefully attempted to pry himself away from her soft curves. Her hair was a mess and lay tangled over half of her face, her full, pink lips were parted as her breath puffed out evenly, and her supple body was safely tucked into his chest. He didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed, her embrace. But he was being summoned by a meddling High Lord. Mind to mind. He scowled and fortified his mental shields, shutting out Rhys for just a little longer, not yet ready to leave the little slice of heaven he found himself in this morning.

Apparently, dealing with an unruly prisoner in the Hewn City dungeons was a more pressing matter than residing between Elain’s legs for the fourth time this morning. He had snuck in from his month long mission well past midnight, finding her awake and waiting for him, and proceeded to attentively, and thoroughly, worship her. The memories of the night before made his cock twitch. The sweet taste of her, her sinful curves, her soft flesh.

His eyes raked down her gloriously naked body, pressed up against his, and smiled. She clung to him— as if even in her sleep, she couldn’t stand to be away from him. They hadn’t bothered to put any clothes back on throughout the night, they’d only be torn off moments later. 

Gods. The sight of her, the scent of her. 

He groaned longingly, pawing at her ample behind, his attempts at trying not to rouse her from sleep flung out the window along with his sanity, apparently.

Elain stirred in his arms and inhaled a deep breath as her eyes fluttered open and focused on Azriel’s face above her. His hazel eyes churned with heat. His hand was still kneading her ass. She smiled softly.

“Good morning.”

He returned her smile, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of her pert nose and shuffling himself free from their tangle of limbs. He hitched himself up on an elbow to gaze down at her, his other hand resting on the curve of her waist.

“You don’t have to go, do you?” her voice was small, still croaky from sleep.

“Soon.” He responded. The light in her eyes stuttered.

“You only just came back.” She didn’t want to sound like a petulant child, but she missed him. Whenever he wasn’t there, she missed him.

“I’m not going far, my love. Rhys just needs me to deal with something in the Court of Nightmares. I’ll be back in the evening.”

“You mean you have to deal with someone,” she corrected, her eyes full of worry for him. Always for him.

He nodded his head in ascent, just once, and reached out a scarred knuckle, trailing it down her smooth cheek. “You needn’t worry about me, Elain. I’ve been doing this for centuries.”

“I will always worry. You’re mi—” she stopped herself from saying that last word.

She would always worry for him, worry about the effect his work had on his well-being. She was well aware he had been the Night Court Spymaster for centuries, longer than Rhys had been High Lord even. But she was also aware that he did not find joy in torturing, did not relish in the game of defiance and mental gambit. If she could spare him from this encumbrance, she would. In a heartbeat…

She nuzzled back into his embrace, hiding her face from his gaze. Casting her eyes down she whispered into his chest, as if uttering the words directly into his heart, “I just... I wish we were both somebody else.”

His brow furrowed slightly in confusion. He didn’t quite follow, but he remained silent and let her finish her thought. He let his thumb trace soothing circles across the smooth skin of her waist.

“Only so… so we wouldn’t be somebody else’s…” she finished shyly, as if weary he might mock or chastise her for sharing her inner most thoughts. She knew he never would, but the feelings of doubt cruelly engrained from years of neglect and mistreatment by her mother had done their job well.

Understanding bloomed across his face. He knew what she was saying; they were always being pulled apart, their actions monitored by those who laid claim to their autonomy. By his High Lord. By her mate.

So, he shared her sentiment. He really did. And he didn’t want to claim her aloud, didn’t want to come off as a typical territorial fae male but, in his heart, she was his. Just as he was hers. His whole heart belonged to her. No other option made sense. And he hated that they had to sneak around. That they had to hide. That their love, although pure - a thing of secret, lovely beauty - remained ultimately forbidden.

“Elain,” he tugged her chin up with deft fingers so she could peer at him, so she could see the sincerity he hoped to convey in his expression. “I am no one else’s, but yours. I’m yours.”

She swallowed thickly, her delicate throat bobbing with the motion. “I want to call you mine. So that everyone knows. And I only want to be yours.”

“We will have that time; I promise you this Elain. But until certain… issues are dealt with, we must remain discreet. More than anything for your safety, as well as the tenuous political alliances of Prythian’s Courts and its’ High Lords.”

He rattled off the last line almost absentmindedly, his voice flat and emotionless. The words tasted like ash in his mouth, regurgitated from his lips mindlessly as he had listened to Rhys spout the same argument to him time and time again— whenever he challenged his High Lord on the matter, which was often.

But her safety was his number one priority. He would never forgive himself if Beron saw fit to lay claim on her in his son’s honour. If he believed it was within his rights to drag her to the Autumn Court and crown her a bride within the amber territory. A growl threatened to rip from his throat at the mere thought.

Her brown eyes bore into his as he spoke those monotonous words. Like she was peering through a window directly into his soul, she understood him. She always had. She recognised his weakness; her safety. Even if it sacrificed her happiness, if only for a little while, Azriel would always ensure her safety. He had gone on suicide missions for her safety, and she didn't doubt he would do so again without hesitation.

Her face softened, letting the thought go in favour of enjoying Azriel’s company for a little while longer. She settled back into the mattress before she whispered, “Lay with me, for a little while?”

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#4

Not In My Wildest Dreams

This is a continuation of my fic Not Possible, which you can find here, but can definitely still be read as a stand-alone.

Warning: If you’re familiar with my brand of smut you know this will be very explicit. Read: lots of sexually explicit detail, lots of dirty talk, lots of language, lots of kink. Absolutely not safe for work or young readers.

Happy V Day, lovers! 💙

Elriel. 6k words. Total smutfest.

He was going to burst into flames. Absolutely combust at the seams and burn the entire River House to the ground.

An hour and fifty-seven fucking minutes. That’s how long he had been made to sit here watching Elain eat. Watch her lips wrap around her fork as she took delicate bites of the meal laid out in front of the Inner Circle at their monthly family dinner. Watch her mouth split into an adorable smile as Cassian said something ridiculous. Watch her throat bob as she swallowed her wine. Watch her creamy, elegant neck twitch when she threw back her head in laughter.

The large double doors of the dining room had been flung wide open, allowing the balmy, summer night air to breeze loftily through the space, but it did little to quell the burning of his taut skin. Mercifully, they were finally up to dessert—an enormous platter of cakes and tarts replacing the grilled chicken, bread, fresh scallops and bright salads that were there a moment before.

Elain hovered off her seat to reach over Nesta and select a strawberry custard tart, the front of her low-back gown draping at the bust slightly as she did so. Pausing on her way back to her seat, she gave Azriel seated across from her a clandestine little smile when she noticed his gaze zeroed in on her chest. That little minx. His hands flexed around his utensils with such force that he thought he may warp his fork, rendering it useless.

“Feyre, pass the cream, please?”

Azriel almost groaned. She was doing this on purpose. She knew. She knew it was taking every fibre of his control, every ounce of his training-- expertly honed over the past 500 years-- to not leap over the dining table and tackle her into the air, spiriting her far away. Or simply shattering completely and ravishing her on the fucking table itself, audience be damned.

She dolloped a generous amount of the whipped cream onto her tart, a rogue droplet landing on her chest just where the swell of her breast begun to curve out. She looked down in feigned dismay and delicately swiped it off with a finger, promptly popping it into her mouth to clean the pad of her digit, her full lips wrapping around the tip.

Azriel’s knee slammed into the underside of the table, the crockery clattering on impact.

His family all turned to him, expressions ranging from curious perplexment to baffled amusement. Amren smirked over the rim of her wineglass at him from the head of the table.

Morrigan tsked. “You Illyrians are so large,” Mor groused from beside him, righting the toppled water goblet before her. “Even with Feyre’s custom furniture, you always seem to bumble your way around.” He saw it for what it was; an innocent excuse to keep everyone ignorant of what was transpiring under his skin. “Here Az, have some carrot cake,” Mor continued, lumping a generous slice on the plate in front of him.

He threw Mor a grateful smile. Whether she had simply guessed, or explicitly knew about he and Elain, he knew he could trust her to keep this secret. Elain and Azriel hadn’t confided to anyone about their secret relationship yet. But Mor had always been astutely observant, she needed to be, in order to survive her years in the Court of Nightmares before her escape. Lately, she had become a sort of buffer between Azriel and Elain and the rest of their family, a scapegoat-- as Cassian had often done between them previously.

“Funny, I’ve never had any complaints about my largeness,” Cassian quipped. Nesta threw him a look and promptly elbowed him in the ribs.

“Swine,” Mor jabbed, laughter lacing her words.

Everyone eased into conversation again and Azriel faded back into the periphery, where he was most comfortable. He dared flick his eyes over to Elain, and was met with her warm brown eyes, sparkling with mischievous delight. She raised her spoon to her lips, piled high with cream and strawberries and her eyes fluttered shut at the taste, a delicate moan escaping her throat. A little cream caught on the corner of her mouth.

He inhaled deeply, biting back a groan. She was going to kill him.

Another 40 minutes of blissful agony later, his family finally started to peel off, taking their leave to their various places of residence across Velaris.

“Elain, are you staying here tonight?” Feyre knew Elain had been increasingly spending more nights at the Town House if it were more convenient for her duties the following day.

“I have to be up early to help an elderly Fae with his garden in the morning, I’ll be staying at the Town House.” A pretty lie. “But, do you need anything?” She glanced toward Nyx, asleep in his fathers’ arms after spending most of the family dinner mashing potatoes into the cherrywood dining table with his chubby little hands.

“No not at all. Go. I can winnow you- “

“I can take her,” Azriel all but cut off his High Lady, having the good sense to look abashed at Feyre’s bemused raised eyebrows before continuing, “I am headed into the city proper to check in with a few of my charges before I retire, it will be on my way.”

Feyre hummed and smiled a little smile, waving her hand in polite dismissal. She turned to follow her mate up the stairs toward the wing containing their personal quarters, no doubt to put their sleeping son to bed.

Finally alone, he turned to Elain, a blazing look in his hazel eyes, and opened his arms. “Are you ready, my lady?”

“I’m always ready, Shadowsinger.” Her coy little smile was just for him. It made his skin feel too tight, stretched across his bones and ready to burst.

Two long strides of his powerful legs and he was in front of her, sweeping her up into his arms. He paced to the open doors of the dining room, leaping off the balcony, his mighty wings catching the breeze and launched them into the balmy night sky.

As soon as he had crossed over the sprawling grounds of the manor, Elain sighed deeply and he felt her body melt deliciously in his arms, as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time they were with the others. Their precious secret bundled up in her chest, tenderly wrapping it in her soft embrace and shrouding it, protecting it, from their loveable yet opinionated family.

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#3

Don’t Hold Back

Ok don’t come at me about this, I’ve only read the CC series once and I’m aware this isn’t perfectly in character. I didn’t have a whole heap to go on ok. But we desperately need more Nightbright content so I took matters into my own hands.

It’s very smutty, and ignores some things in HOSAB purely so I can get this to work but here we are.

Also, if you haven’t finished reading CC2 this is spoilery, scroll past NOW!

Ruhn x Daybright. 4.3k words. NSFW

Ruhn swung the front door of his home in The Old Square open and stilled, setting his face in a scowl at the triarii member that stood there.

“Prince,” the Hind sneered, her beautiful face set in a mask of contemptuousness. “I have matters to discuss. Members of your Aux said I could find you at your…home.” The last word dripped with disdain as she remained standing out in the street, her eyes flicking over the sad excuse for living quarters that the Prince of the Fae insisted on inhabiting.

“How gracious of them,” his voice exuded annoyance. “I’ll have to tell them that next time my whereabouts are queried, they keep their mouths shut.” The last word snapped from his mouth with a flash of his teeth. Ruhn schooled his face into a look of utter derision as he haughtily stepped aside and allowed the Hind to enter his home.

As soon as the worn door had snicked shut behind her, the cold mask was dropped and he took her small hand in his, cupping her cheek in his other palm as he gazed down into her exquisite face. “Did anyone follow you?” His voice was gentler now. The shadows of ire behind his bright eyes gone.

“Mordoc is prowling the streets in the CBD. Pollux remains behind at the Committium, standing guard of Celestina and Ephraim’s private quarters.” Ruhn winced at the forced mating of the two archangels.

Lidia too, had relinquished her cruel mask now. The voice of the Hind replaced in favour of that of Agent Daybright, the voice he had utterly fallen head over heels for and that filled his dreams. The voice that was truly her. The voice that so few even knew existed.

“Let’s make this time count, then.” The prince smirked conspiratorially, his lip ring glinting in the faded firstlights that dimly illuminated the foyer. He twisted toward the dilapidated staircase, her hand still firmly clasped in his as he led her past the living room where Declan, Flynn and Ithan were sprawled across the sagging, stained couch. Declan was hunched over typing furiously at his laptop, whilst Flynn and Ithan were jostling each other, engrossed in killing the others’ avatar in a videogame.

“Hey Lids,” Declan called after her, never lifting his gaze from the screen before him, at the same time as Flynn hollered “Whattup, Doe!” The three fire sprites draped around Flynn’s shoulders like a boa ooohed and giggled at the nickname.

She smiled back at them over her shoulder and allowed herself to be all but dragged by Ruhn as he impatiently bounded up the stairs toward his room. “Throw her over your shoulder, why don’t you,” Ithan muttered, followed by something that sounded suspiciously like territorial fae males.

No sooner had Ruhn closed the door behind her, he turned and cradled her face between his palms, kissing her soundly on her sensuous mouth, smearing her perfectly applied red lipstick. She sighed, her lips falling open, granting access for his tongue to sweep into her mouth to expertly stroke and lave at her. She clutched at his tattooed biceps as his plush lips slanted across hers, attempting to keep him close as began to pull away, lightly sucking her full bottom lip as he did so.

“How long do we have?” he whispered.

Her eyes flicked down, a glimmer of sadness crossing her features as she whispered back, “That depends on how long Ephraim keeps Celestina occupied for. Pollux will be asking for me not long after.”

Ruhn tried to reign in his sneer at the male’s name. It wasn’t often that Lidia joined her cadre and came to Valbara from her post in Forvos with Emphraim, and it had proven even more difficult for them to orchestrate this secret rendezvous. To see her privately, as Lidia, and not in public as the cruel farce that is the Hind— without the Hammer loitering around— was truly a rarity. Ruhn counted himself lucky for the time he could get, seldom as it was.

She had been pulling away from Pollux as much as she could without rousing too much suspicion. Either feigning covert missions or volunteering for additional assignments whilst in Lunathion, if she were required to travel with Ephraim whilst he visited. She would even often opt for night duties to avoid having to be alone with Pollux in the Committium barracks. But she had to keep up appearances, and she was no stranger to living a double life.

“I can’t wait to watch you rip him limb from limb,” Ruhn snarled savagely. A feral grimace bloomed across her face at the image, but she tucked away the violent thoughts. Time with Ruhn was preciously rare, she didn’t want to spend it growling and brooding.

“How about,” she started, a solitary, elegant finger tracing the whorls of tattoos down his muscular forearms, “Instead of talking about what I will one day do to destroy his body,” she continued coyly, now pressing a palm against his broad chest, the back of his legs hitting the mattress of his bed, “I show you precisely what I want to do with yours, now, Prince.”

He growled again, although an entirely different emotion was emanated this time, her toes curling in her boots at the sound. She grasped the hem of his black t-shirt in her hands and hefted it over his head. At the same time, Ruhn reached for the buttons of her white blouse and manically fumbled at them, the desperate need to get each other naked suddenly overwhelming.

Ridding each other of all offending clothing and hidden weapons between them, breathing coming in shallow pants, Ruhn grasped the back of her neck, hand tangled up in her long golden hair, and angled her face how he wanted it. His eyes softened when they beheld her open, regal face—her smooth pale skin, her large sparkling amber eyes, her truly intoxicating scent that had haunted him day and night.

Lidia’s red tinted lips parted, and, knowing Ruhn would always wait for her to make the first move— always wait for her consent— she reached up on her toes, bridging the gap between them, and pressed her lips to his. Her eyes fluttered closed and she kissed him so deeply he couldn’t help but melt into it.

She had missed him. It had been so long since she’d held him, and these stolen little moments were never enough. Always left her wanting more. Left her aching for the Fae Prince. She didn’t know she could harbour these types of feelings for anyone. She always thought of herself as incapable of being so…soft.

She pushes his chest again with a small palm and he reluctantly tears his lips away, wondering if he’s done something wrong. Before he can think too long on it however, he notes the mischief in her eyes and, so quickly that he barely has time to react, she’s shoved him again, causing him to flop heavily onto the bed behind him.

Lidia crawls up his gloriously naked body, straddling his strong legs, her fingers idly fiddling with the piercing through his nipple. She croons down at him, a teasing edge to her voice, “Why Agent Night, what would your superiors say if they saw you so readily subservient in the face of a foe?”

The corner of his mouth twitches into a crooked, sultry smile. “I’m secure enough in my masculinity to be submissive if my lady enjoys it, Agent Daybright.”

Sprawled out beneath her, he smirks, throwing her a flirty wink as his hands come up to brush the soft skin around her taut waist, thumbs sweeping across her ribcage. Her eyes turn molten at the scene.

“Yeah you are,” she mutters before she tips at the waist and kisses him hungrily now. She sweeps her tongue into his mouth — tasting him, savouring him — and sucks his bottom lip between hers, giving his lip ring a flick of her tongue for good measure. Ruhn feels his balls tighten, hips jerking off the bed into hers, granting him the cock-hardening knowledge of just how ready she is for him. He groans as she pulls away, shifting to tuck her face into the crook of his neck, her tongue laving at a particularly tender spot at the base of his throat.

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#2

Azriel Week Day 4: Bat Boys

Drunk Confessions. 950 words

Azriel sits on the floor of Rhys’ office in the River manor, his head lolling back onto the plush seat of the sofa at his back. Burying his scarred fingers into the warm rug beneath him, he watches the flames as the fire crackles in the hearth.

Cassian stretches forward from his perch atop the couch where he lounges, long fingers reaching for the ornate decanter of amber liquid they’ve been sipping on all evening. Refilling his crystal tumbler and Azriel’s, he then hands it off to Rhys who is sprawled on the velvet armchair opposite them. His long legs are stretched out before him, and wings spill out across the floor; a show of utter ease for the High Lord.

“I still don’t know why we couldn’t go,” Cassian grumbles for what feels like the hundredth time that evening.

“Let it go, Cass. It’s been hours. They just wanted a fun ladies’ night,” Azriel moans, truly exasperated, having repeated the mantra numerous times already.

“And what, I’m not fun?!”

Pure indignation laces Cassian’s voice as he squawks those words from behind him.

Azriel sighs heavily, angling his face towards the heavens, seeking the patience required to deal with his petulant brother from the Mother, or the Cauldron, or whoever is listening.  

“No, you’re just not a lady.”

“Technicalities…” Cassian grumbles again, his toes digging into the arm of the couch where he kicks at it impatiently as he lays sprawled across the deep leather cushions.

Rhys chuckles before a wistful look crosses his features and utters, “They deserve it. A night out.”

Cassian and Azriel pause their bickering for a moment, both staring longingly toward the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts, before replying in unison, “Yeah.”

“They deserve it all.”

The three males all still, their minds filling with thoughts of the Archeron women, and what their lives would have consisted of if they had never crossed paths. If fate had never been so serendipitous to allow the three Illyrians the honour of knowing them, loving them.

Their little rabble-rousing trio had only had each other to depend on for so long; centuries, really. Even though they’d hated each other at first, they'd grown to be closer than brothers, truly proving its the family you choose rather than the one you are born into that defines you, lifts you up, and loves you. It was no wonder that these indomitable females had managed to ingrain themselves in their lives so thoroughly that they couldn’t imagine a life without them. They had always been destined to be here, with them. 

Cassian clears his throat thickly before rasping, “Nesta, she does this thing in the bath—”

“Caaass,” Rhys groans, “We don’t want to hear about you and Nesta in the bath.”

“It’s not like that, you prick.” He throws a beaded cushion, Feyre’s pick no doubt, at the High Lord before continuing. “I have this damned spot, right between my wings that I can never properly reach. She always scratches it for me. Every day, whether its itchy or not. She saw me struggling one time… that’s all it took.”

Rhys smiles at his brother faintly, taking another sip from his glass and allowing the liquor to further warm his insides. The thought of Nesta being so soft was still a side of her he had yet to make acquaintance with, but he suspected she preferred it that way. All the same, he was glad his brother had found happiness with her.

“Feyre calls me best daddy—” Rhys murmurs before abruptly halting as Azriel splutters, choking on the sip of drink he had just taken, and Cassian sprays a mouthful of whiskey all over Azriel’s head through pursed lips at Rhys’ admission.

“Not like that, you assholes!” Rhys interjects, scowling at his brothers’ horror-struck faces, throwing the beaded pillow back at them.

“With Nyx. She knows the kind of father I had. None of us had good role models in that department. She knows, that it’s a point of…trepidation. That I’m terrified I’ll become like him, or my child will fear me, resent me. I always hear her talking to Nyx, calling me the best daddy. I love it. I— I hope she means it.”

“She does,” Azriel utters simply, having recovered from the asphyxiation he briefly suffered, his face conveying nothing but the truth of the words he had spoken. For out of all of them, it can be argued that Azriel’s father was the worst monster of them all.

Azriel tilts the glass between a thumb and finger, his eyes downcast as he murmurs, “Elain will always capture my attention from across the room and smile. Every time her eyes meet mine, she gifts me with that smile. No one has ever been as happy to see me as she is. Every damn time…” he trails off.

Rhys peers from Azriel’s love-struck face, to Cassian’s, who is sprawled behind the Shadowsinger in a tangle of long limbs and large wings. A look of quiet elation permeates across the General’s face, feelings of shared contentment for his own brother’s long-awaited bliss.

Silence fills the study for a beat of several moments before Rhys raises his glass in a toast. His voice is hoarse, thick with emotion, both for himself and the life his brothers have been granted through the twists of fate that some higher motion of power bestowed upon them. Their chosen females providing that last divine piece of the half-a-millennium old puzzle.

“Here’s to those strong, stubborn, stunning Archeron women. May they never figure out just how much better they could have done than our sorry asses.”

“Cheers to that,” Azriel quietly agrees, clinking his glass with Rhys and then Cass.

They all drink deeply, contemplating their incredibly good fortune, before a shadow passes Cassian’s face once more.

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My #1 post of 2022

Junior Spymaster

Azriel Week Day One: spymaster

Fluff. 1.2k words.

Azriel fought the smile that was threatening to curl his lips as he lay in bed, perfectly still, feigning sleep. The footsteps shuffling across the floorboards of his bedroom were short, hurried, a little too excited. The soft drag of fabric across the hardwood followed the footsteps like a shadow, and from the dim light he could sense shining behind his closed eyelids, he could tell that it was still early dawn.

Very early. The sun was most likely only just peeking over the horizon.

The footsteps halted at his bedside, and a stifled giggle was promptly muffled by a blanket that was surely being pressed across the bedroom creeper’s lips. Azriel braced his abdominals for what he knew was to come, just as he knew his daughters’ knees were bending, readying herself to push off the ground as she fluttered her little wings and landed feet first on his stomach, her bottom following soon after.

Umph! He heard the little puff of her breath leave her as she landed on his stomach, shuffling to straddle his torso. She was still working on her crash landings, or rather, learning how to try to avoid them.

“Wake up daddy! I got you!” Rune squealed, her little fingers poked at his face, giggling as she did so. The sound of her tinkling laughter filled his heart with unbridled joy. He never thought he’d be the reason for a youngling’s happiness.

Azriel made a display of acting surprised, exclaiming theatrically “Rue! You got me good today, baby.”

Rune giggled and wrapped her little arms around his neck, stretching herself over her father’s chest, pulling her blanket up with her. A broad hand came up to rest on her back, stroking her long, unruly mane. So much like his own but softer, finer in the delicate way only a child’s hair can be. He breathed in her honey and morning dew scent.

“I’m a good sneaker, you know.”

Azriel smiled down at his four-year-old. Her little feet were planted either side of his waist as she rested her chin on a fist, her elbows digging into his chest.

Azriel arched an eyebrow, regarding his daughter. “A sneaker? Or a spy?”

“Oh, a spy!” she corrected.  “I’m gonna be Spymaster for Nyxie when we’re all grown up. Just like you and Uncle Rhysie.”

Azriel chuckled, “Oh really?”

She nodded matter of factly. “Ahuh! I’m good at finding secrets.”

He snorted, knowing very well how much of a snoop Rune was. He barely had a spare second with her mother alone.

“I know you are. But you see, what you also must understand is that you have to be good at keeping secrets, too.”

Azriel gave her a smirk as he bopped her on the nose pointedly. It was only just last week that Rune had announced to his brothers at family dinner that mama and daddy were doing yoga in bed again when Rhys had been ribbing Azriel about missing morning training sessions for three consecutive days. Cassian had looked like he was about to combust from laughter.

“I can keep ‘em!” Her bright eyes gazed back into his, the perfect portrait of righteous indignation painted across her features. She looked so much like him, big hazel eyes, raven black hair and golden-brown skin, thankfully still smooth and mostly unblemished. The only thing marring her perfect skin were the regular knicks and grazes a happy child would encounter. But her temperament, her way with people and her kindness, that was all her mother.

“Oh really? Didn’t you tell me just yesterday at bedtime that Benedict has been sneaking mama’s cookies from the kitchen?”

Rune blushed, fiddling with her blanket between her hands, her mind working to form a rebuttal to her father’s accusation.

“Yeah but… I’m just being a good spy for you daddy! You still the master now, so I tell you all the secrets. But when I’m the master, you gotta tell me when Beny steals the cookies!”

“Well in that case I guess you were just being a loyal subject then, is that right? It had nothing to do with tattling on your brother.”

“Yep! Mama said that the master is nothing without the network, daddy.” She waved her arms about as she spoke and that combined with the stern look on her little face had Azriel grimacing to contain his amusement.

“That’s very true, Rue. Mama is very smart; the Master is nothing without his network. That is why you have to all work together to protect the ones you love and the ones that trust you to protect them.”

Rune nodded solemnly; glimpses of such wisdom shown beyond her years already.

“Is that why you’re Spymaster daddy? So you can protect mama and Beny and me?”

Azriel smiled at his daughter. A whisper of sadness at the edge of his mind as he thought about the solitary reason he had been employed as Spymaster by Rhys’ cruel father centuries ago.

Shadowsinger.

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[melting-houses-of-gold]

A and N for the ask game!

Hi friend, thanks for the ask!

A) Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

I always feel like the one I'm currently working on is my favorite because I get super immersed in whatever I'm hyperfixating on at that given moment (and then as soon as its done i never look at it again but that's another issue!).

So that would be something borrowed, something blue (an annoyances to lovers romcom vibe and my first Jujutsu Kaisen fic!) and immaterial (1800s ghost meets modern woman Rexsoka AU), which are both very different from each other but giving me the romcom vibes I've needed in the past few hellish weeks!

N) Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

So many, it's incurable. I have this ancient feyre oneshot that has languished in my drafts since 2022 and that I pick up every so often to play with, but it's a divergence from ACOWAR where Rhys dies and Feyre, Nesta, and Elain get revenge on Prythian. We support Archeron wrongs.

ask game here if anyone wants to play!

[offtorivendell]

She was … doing something, learning something.

Elain stood between Nuala and Cerridwen at the long worktable. All three of them covered in flour. Some sort of doughy mess on the surface before them.

The two handmaiden-spies instantly bowed to Rhys, and Elain—

There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes.

As if she’d been enjoying herself with them.

Nuala swallowed hard. “The lady said she was hungry, so we went to make her something. But—she said she wanted to learn how, so …” Hands wreathed in shadows lifted in a helpless gesture, flour drifting off them like veils of snow. “We’re making bread.”

Elain was glancing between all of us, and as her eyes began to shutter, I gave her a broad smile and said, “I hope it’ll be done soon—I’m starved.”

Elain offered a faint smile in return and nodded.

She was hungry. She was … doing something. Learning something.

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Working with theclever.crow was an absolute joy, and something I've been wanting to do for a while. Thank you, Katie, from the bottom of my heart; for taking my ideas, adding your own, and then bringing our vision of Elain and her (as yet hypothetical) powers to life in this gorgeous piece of art. Your passion for both Elain and your work is clear as Night. Please show Katie some love on IG! 🖤

Characters belong to @sjmaas ACOTAR series.

This piece is for Day 1 of @elainarcheronweek - Powers.

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Throughout the ACOTAR series, Elain Archeron has demonstrated a love of learning. Beginning in book one, Feyre noted both her love of gardening - it made her come alive - and intention to learn how to grow vegetables, which continued in book three, where learning to cook and bake brought a sparkle to her eye, all the way through to book four, where - though she spent a lot of time in the background - Elain showed her desire to contribute to the search for the Dread Trove by dusting off the powers she hasn't used since ACOWAR (as far as we know).

I've always thought that Elain becoming either a potions mistress or apothecary would neatly marry her desire for knowledge with her love of gardening and baking/cooking. We already know Elain is a Seer - and Amren suggested the possibility of at least one other power in ACOSF - so, given her strong associations with life/rebirth and light, as well as her status as a Cauldron-Made faerie, I wouldn't be surprised if she could give her plants and potions a bit of a boost when required, and that her brews may be highly sought after from all around Prythian.

As a bonus, there are some Easter Eggs hidden in this art - as nods to both Elain's potential powers and future plot - and I'll reblog with all the details once people have had a chance to have a guess themselves. Katie outdid herself here, so please look carefully, and let us know what you can See!

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This piece of art is dedicated to everyone who loves Elain, and who values her different sort of strength, whether you see yourself in her or not. 🖤

Please do not repost this art! If you want to find it on Instagram or Twitter, check out theclever.crow and the Elain Week accounts respectively.

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Easter Egg Spoilers... coming soon.

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Further reading on Elain and her possible future with potions or witchy powers if you're interested...

Elain has a secret garden full of useful plants that she uses for potions (a headcanon).

Can Elain Make plants/have powers of growth, or does she have a link to the Mother?

Could Elain be a witch?

[artinelysian]

It’s the final day of #elainarcheronweek2022 and I’m so happy to present this piece!

This piece was a challenge to make as it’s a different art style than what I’m used to and I’ve never drawn butterflies or flowers😅

Overall, super happy with the outcome and it’s probably my favourite piece to date💜

@elainarcheronweek

Total time: 5 hours and 51 minutes

[vanserrass]

@elainarcheronweek day 3: friends & family

elain stepped out a shadow behind him, and rammed truth-teller to the hilt through the back of the king's neck as she snarled in his ear "don't you touch my sister."

[fawnandshadows]

Elain Archeron Week Day 1 — Power

Green Witch Elain

Elain discovering her powers in secret…she’s been working with new herbs in her garden, herbs from everywhere. She walks around downtown Velaris — there is this one store that sells herbs and flowers from the different courts, and one that imports them from the continent — and this has become a ritual of sorts for her. Every Sunday morning.

She has always been curious, it was something that she was never able to fully delve into before. Something she always suppressed...but she finally has the freedom to explore her curiosity. So, she'll hide away in her garden and her gardening shed for hours. Taking excessive notes on all of the flowers and herbs, how they grow, how sensitive they are to the sunlight, which come alive at night, which has the intoxicating smell, and which tastes like strangely like vanilla.

It's in these moments that Elain starts to wonder...starts to think...about what other properties these herbs and flowers might have...So, she runs various experiments. Small ones at first, just to see their properties, how they interact with each other...eventually she started making tea.

She makes a brew for Azriel when he comes to her with a headache... She makes a brew for Cassian when his allergies are acting up... She makes a brew for Nesta when she is battered and aching after an intense training session... She makes a brew for Rhysand to quiet his mind when he's haunted by the past...and she makes a brew for Ferye when the morning sickness was so bad that she could barely keep her head up...

And she did all of this in secret...not wanting to draw any attention to herself...but wanting to help her family in any way she can

[lesolehabitantdelalune]

“𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢�� 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.”

- A Court of Frost and Starlight by @therealsjmaas

⤷ Comm. by me

⤷ Art by @sollillium (insta)

🌹･ . ⋆ ･ . ⋆ ･ .🦇

💭 This art is a headcanon of what could have happened during Elain and Azriel’s conversation in the middle of the longest night of the year. Hope u all loved as much as I did!

[wingedblooms]

i dream of seer Elain, eyes cloudy and lips budding with the secrets of the Cauldron.

a voice that was male and female, young and old, haunting and alluring

humming a silent melody as she wanders across the solar system, her garden. stars and wind and darkness in full bloom.

a song and an invitation, its siren song

promising hope and healing as vines twine tightly in death’s sweet embrace. her power a thing of secret, lovely beauty.

•

the seer’s song

i am super excited to see Elain’s sight [oracular, mystic, and more] at work. i suspect it functions like the Cauldron itself, especially the siren song it uses to find and influence others through dreams. in CC, the oracle lures Hunt and her voice slithers [like the Cauldron’s power] when she is using her sight. as i have said before, sight and song often twine together in Norse mythology. völva [witches, seers, wise women] used song to see and influence Wyrd [fate]. since we know Sarah draws from this mythology, it would be fitting for Elain’s gift to include both sight and song, which might also explain why she and Azriel are intertwined. it also doesn’t hurt that this floral dress, titled silent melody, used to be on Sarah’s ACOTAR Pinterest board. because we are mind twins, @offtorivendell has theorized about her sight as Singing. she also wondered if the first part of the scene below is from Elain’s dreams [Feyre’s mind drawn into her sister’s while she slept through her daemati powers], surfacing in brief flashes of light and color that include the mighty Cauldron’s illusion.

•

My dreams were a tangled garden, thorns snagging on me as I stumbled through them. I dreamed of the Suriel, bleeding out and smiling. I dreamed of the Weaver’s open mouth ripping into Ianthe while she still screamed. I dreamed of Lord Graysen—so mortal and young—standing at the edge of the camp, beckoning to Elain. Telling her he’d come for her. To come home with him. That he’d found a way to undo what had been done to her—to make her human again.

I dreamed of that Cauldron in the King of Hybern’s war-tent, so dark and slumbering … Awakening as Nesta and I stood there, invisible and unseen.

How it had watched back. Known us.

I could feel it watching me, even then. In my dreams. Feel it extend an ancient, black tendril toward me—

I jolted awake.

[…]

Amren’s bare feet were splattered in mud and grass. “It came here—its power. I can feel it—slithering around. Looking.”

“The Cauldron,” Varian said, brows narrowing. “But—it’s aware?”

“We pried too deep,” Amren said. “Battle aside, it knows where we are as much as we now know its location.”

Nesta raised a hand. “Listen.”

And I heard it then. It was a song and invitation, a cluster of notes sung by a voice that was male and female, young and old, haunting and alluring and—

“I can’t hear anything,” Rhys said.

“You were not Made,” Amren snapped. But we were. The three of us …

Again, the Cauldron sang its siren song.

My very bones recoiled. “What does it want?”

I felt it pulling away—felt it sliding off into the night.

Azriel stepped out of a shadow. “What is that,” he hissed.

My brows rose. “You hear it?”

A shake of the head. “No—but the shadows, the wind…They recoil.”

The Cauldron sang again. Distant—withdrawing.

“I think it’s leaving,” I whispered. Cassian stumbled and staggered for us a moment later, a hand braced on his chest, Mor on his heels. She did not so much as look at me, nor I her, as Rhys told them. Standing together in the dead of night—

The Cauldron sang one final note—then went silent.

The presence, the weight … vanished.

Amren loosed a sigh. “Hybern knows where we are by now. The Cauldron likely wanted to have a look for itself. After we taunted it.”

I rubbed at my face. “Let’s pray that’s the last we see of it.”

Varian angled his head. “So you three … because you were Made, you can hear it? Sense it?”

“It would appear so,” Amren said, looking inclined to tug him back to wherever they’d been, to finish what they’d no doubt still been in the middle of doing.

But Azriel asked softly, “What about Elain?”

•

what about Elain? can she find and influence others in her murky realm where dream and reality entwine? does she ensnare them with a promise of spring the future, sparkling with light and color amidst mist and shadow? a vision of hope shining in the tapestry of void.

seer, wise woman, weaver of fate.

[elainarcheronweek-main]

Dear ACOTAR fandom,

🌸 We have been discussing the details for Elain Archeron Appreciation Week - 2022 for a while now, and have decided to host it from the 4th to the 10th of September this year, followed shortly after by an Azriel Appreciation Week. September is the first month of spring in the Southern hemisphere, so it works just as well for Elain as April did last year.

🌸 Elain's week would have been in April again this year, however, out of respect for Gwyn's week already being announced for the week we were planning, we decided to hold off for a bit and use this opportunity to spread the fandom appreciation weeks throughout the year.

🌸 This isn't to say that anyone hosting their own Elain week cannot or should not do so, but this one, run by the group who held it in 2021, will exist in September if you wish to participate, and is open to all of her fans (the same will go for Azriel's week).

🌸 We hope to keep this blog, and the associated Instagram and Twitter accounts, a positive space for all of those who love our Flower Girl, and we ask that everyone interacts with the respect and kindness that Elain would expect of us. We do not want to start any drama either with or on this account.

🌸 We plan to use the tag #elainarcheronweek2022

🌸 More news is on the way.

[fuckmelifesucks]

The Seer and The Shadowsinger

ELAIN ARCHERON Week: ROMANCE

Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

So i drew this a long while ago but wasn't sure if i should post it. Then decided to post it during elain's week. Hope y'all like it.

|Art by me|

|Pair: Elain and Azriel|

|Characters: Sarah J Mass|

@elainarcheronweek

[islandvelaris]

Sweet Elain in her beachside flower shop 🌿

Love the beautiful little gardener🌷

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

The Heart of a Wanderer II

Guys, I wrote a part two to this little thing 🙂 (I’d recommend reading part one first- this picks up straight away)

Elain Week Day One: powers

Fluff. Innuendo. 2.2k words.

Elain plunged through darkness and starlight and wonder as she winnowed. Glimpses of lush rich lands, arid red deserts and snow-capped mountains, all flashed periodically in front of her eyes before being swallowed again into the void. Her eyes squeezed shut, unable to hold them open against the enormity of that vast galaxy of darkness between worlds.

She wasn’t sure if mere seconds or minutes had passed but as she winnowed swiftly throughout their world, towards home, she felt that irrefutable tug wind tighter and tighter around her. Guiding her gently. A distinct yank of that cord around her heart, and she knew her destination was close.

Elain thought of home. Where her family was, where her friends were. Where he was.

Azriel.

Home, where she truly belonged.

She hadn’t seen the City of Starlight in months, nor any of those who inhabited it. But she felt exhilarated with her decision to finally go back. To finally return to the piece of her heart she had left behind.

The pull that guided her through that fabric of the world finally peaked to a crescendo before she felt herself stilling, her feet landing on solid ground— and splashing into something wet. And warm?

She smelt something familiar, the floral scent lingering on the fringe of her mind. Finally prying her eyes open, she was momentarily blinded by the soft dawn light coming in from the large window. As her eyes adjusted and skated slowly over the scene, she realised to her absolute horror that Azriel was half-submerged in the tub she was currently standing in. His mouth hung open, hazel eyes wide with shock, and he sat there struck utterly dumb; clearly startled at her sudden appearance in his private quarters during his bath time.

Oh Gods! She had winnowed right to Azriel. While he had been taking a bath. Naked. 

She doubted anyone had ever been able to spring such an attack on the Shadowsinger and if she had been any more literal in her manifestation during winnowing, she would have landed right on top of him. Cauldron boil her!

Finally finding his voice, he shouted out in surprise, splashing water all over the tiles and knocking over bottles of soaps and oils as he clambered backwards toward the edge of the tub. “Elain?!?”

“Oh! Azriel, I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t think…” She stood uselessly in the centre of the large sunken tub, warm water sloshing up past her knees, frozen on the spot.

Azriel scrambled to cover himself, spilling even more water all over the stone floors in his haste to look for a washcloth, a loofah, anything, within arm’s reach to cover himself with.

“Elain! What are you— how did you? ELAIN?! What—” Azriel spluttered, truly lost for words at her sudden appearance.

Shock at her perhaps too precise winnowing rendered Elain utterly immobile in his warm bath, whisps of steam curling off the surface. She was sure she looked like a complete idiot; mouth agape and pants soaked up to her mid thighs as she stood uselessly before him still clutching her knapsack at her back.

And to add to her humiliation, no matter how modest her attempts at averting her eyes were, she found them betraying her demands and roaming over his broad, tattooed chest instead. The sight of his naked, glistening, bronze skin heated her cheeks. She desperately tried not to dip her vision below the surface of the water, but she couldn’t help it.

Azriel had grabbed a loofah and positioned it in front of himself. It did absolutely nothing to hide his manhood. She blushed harder, taking great precautions to drag her eyes back to his face.

She was just opening her mouth to apologise, or explain herself, or possibly beg the Mother to dig a hole for her to crawl into and die, when Cassian came barrelling in, haphazardly dressed and clutching his sword. His breathing was coming out in harsh puffs as if he’d sprinted the entire way to Azriel’s rooms, ready to smite whatever enemy had managed to sneak up on his brother.

Both Azriel and Elain’s heads snapped towards the door, the General of the Night Court armies coming to a sudden halt at the truly perplexing scene before him. Cassian stood completely motionless in the doorway for the beat of several anxious heartbeats before his face broke out into a toothy grin. Sheathing his sword down his spine, he rushed over to the sunken tub in the centre of the room in three massive strides.

“LAINY! You’re back!” His loud voice boomed across what she was certain was the entire floor of her sisters’ palatial estate.

The air whooshed out of Elain as Cassian wrapped his huge arms around her waist and hoisted her into a rib-crushing hug, her feet dangling out of the water and dripping everywhere.

“I missed you too, Cass,” Elain chuckled.

From a room away, Elain heard another familiar voice, exasperation lacing the tone.

“Cauldron spare me. What are you shouting about now?”

Nesta rounded the corner and like her mate before her, stood frozen in the doorway taking in the scene before reacting any further.

“ELAIN!” she yelped, running over to Cassian who still held her aloft above the bath water and hurtled into their arms, encasing Elain in an embrace between the two of them.

Elain forgot her mortification for a moment as she wrapped her arms around her sister’s strong frame. Clearly, she had continued her training with the Valkyries and Elain couldn’t be prouder. Nesta glowed with health and breathing in her familiar scent, she realised how much she had missed everyone whilst on her travels. Before she could voice her happiness at being home, however, Feyre’s melodic voice floated to them from the depths of the sprawling manor.

“What’s going on? Where the Hel is everyone? Who’s shouting?”

“We’re in here!” Cassian bellowed back, causing a groan to fall from Azriel’s lips. The back of his head thumped against the edge of the bath as he gazed to the heavens in irritation, praying for patience.

“Yes, please. We’d all love for you to join us,” Azriel sarcastically uttered under his breath.

Sinking down into the bath until only his head was above the surface, Azriel attempted to adjust his position in the water as more and more people intruded on his private time.

Feyre appeared in the doorway still in her pyjamas and her face immediately broke out in a beaming smile.

“Elain?! Oh my gods! When did you return?”

Running for her sister, Feyre tugged her out of Cassian’s embrace as she and Nesta descended on her. Pulling her into to bone-crushing hugs then holding her out at arm’s length to ensure she truly was with them. Tears threatened to spill over as they doted on her; kissing her cheeks, peppering her with questions about her travels, her health, how she had gotten here, when she had arrived.

“As delightful as this reunion is, do you all mind?” Azriel interrupted testily from his position in the rapidly cooling water.

All the chatter abruptly died from the room as four pairs of eyes snapped back to his. As if suddenly remembering there was a wet, naked male in their midst.

Nesta’s steely gaze flicked over the shadowsinger’s form before whispering conspiratorially, “Hmmm, it seems what they say about wingspans is true after all…” The corners of her lips curling into a devious grin.

She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Elain, who was trying to fight the blush creeping up her cheeks as she grumbled, “Cad. You’ve been spending too much time with Cassian.”

Feyre shot her a smirk, her grey blue eyes aglow with mirth. Elain just blushed harder, trying and failing to hide the small tilt of her lips. Azriel just pinned Nesta with a flat stare, stubbornly adjusting his loofah.

“Give my poor spymaster a break,” Rhys chided from the entrance of the bathing chamber, leaning on the doorframe with a lazy hand in his pocket. No one had noticed his appearance.

He strode into the room, plucking a fluffy towel off a hook and handing it to his brother before smiling warmly at Elain. Stars flickered in his violet eyes as he uttered, “Welcome home, Elain. We missed you.”

He kissed her cheek as Elain smiled up at him.

“I’m glad to be back.” And she meant it. She hadn’t realised how much she’d truly missed them all until she was amongst their particular brand of chaos and shenanigans.

“Wait, how did you get here? And why are you wet?” Feyre asked, looking down at the puddle Elain stood in as if just noticing the half-wet pants she was wearing.

“She was standing in the tub when I came in,” Cassian interjected, jerking his thumb in Azriel’s direction. He gave Elain an assessing glance before continuing, “Come to think of it, what were you doing in Az’s bath?”

Cassian then glanced over a shoulder to his brother, one of his infuriating, shit-eating grins spreading slowly across his face. The ones that meant something stupid was about to come tumbling out of his mouth. “Got an itch you couldn’t scratch, brother?”

Azriel scowled at Cassian as he launched the loofah at his brother like it was one of their snowballs at Solstice. Having now discreetly emerged from the tub when everyone’s backs had been turned, a towel wrapped firmly around his waist.

It was still distracting, Elain couldn’t help but follow the beads of water trickle their way down his torso, making their path down the dips and swells of his abdomen and fade into the soft towel slung low on his hips. His massive wings dripped water all over the tiles and his hair hung limp over his forehead, the curls in his wet inky locks making him look younger.

She swallowed thickly before mentally shaking herself, remembering Feyre had asked her a question and distractedly answered, “Oh, I winnowed.”

Everyone stilled, and suddenly five pairs of eyes were zeroed in on her. She held herself still, trying not to shuffle under the weight of her family’s gaze, the looks they were pinning her with varying from assessing to impressed.

“You winnowed? Elain, I didn’t know you could,” Nesta uttered, her head tilted as if seeing her sister in a different light.

“That was the first time I’ve done it.”

“Where did you winnow from?”

“I was hiking on the continent when I decided to come back.”

Everyone’s eyes widened, as Cassian muttered, “Mother’s tits”.

“Elain that’s… very impressive! Many powerful fae cannot even winnow across Prythian in less than two jumps. It’s incredible you were able to go so far on your first attempt,” Feyre prompted gently, as if she couldn’t fully believe she had managed it. But a proud glimmer shone in Feyre’s eyes as she gazed upon her older sister, squeezing her hands in hers.

Rhys came to stand beside Feyre, wrapping an arm around his mate. “What did you think of, when you winnowed? Before you stepped into the realm between— what was it that was driving you home?”

Azriel, she thought, as a slight blush crept up her cheeks. Her eyes flickered to the male in question; a look of open fascination plastered across his handsome face. But she wouldn’t ever tell them that. Instead, she just simply answered, “Home, being home. Here in Velaris. With all of you.”

“Curious…” Rhys considered her with scrupulous eyes, his discerning gaze making her feel as if he could read her every thought. She supposed he could. She fortified her minds shields.

“It must have been a very powerful, moving thought for it to push you to winnow you all the way here from the Continent,” Rhys murmured warily, his eyes raking over Elain from top to toe, as if he could see the threads of magic that wove themselves around her.

Elain just shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting to delve into a discussion about her powers right now.

“But all the same, we’re glad to have you back, Elain. Nyx missed his favourite aunt.”

Before Nesta could open her mouth in indignation, the toddler in question came waddling in, his chubby little arms reaching up ecstatically as he screeched “LAIN!”. A laugh tumbled from Feyre’s lips at the scene and even Nesta became placated by the toddler’s appearance.

Elain’s heart cracked at the sight of her little nephew as she stooped down to scoop him up into her arms. His grabby little hands smacked at her face as he continued squealing Lain! Lain! Lain!

A laugh bubbled out of her, her eyes growing suddenly damp as she swathed her nephew in her embrace. Holding him tight to her chest, careful of his little wings, she breathed his delicate sea-salt and pear scent deep into her lungs. “You’ve grown too much, little batling,” she whispered into his soft hair.

With that, Rhys bent down and dropped a kiss on her hair before exiting the room, Cassian following suit. Feyre and Nesta flanked Elain and Nyx on either side and walked her out of the room, their chattering starting up again, filling her in on the happenings in their lives over the past months whilst she had been on her travels.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw Azriel already looking back at her, a look of wonder and deep contemplation lining his face. She could see the cogs of his mind working at something, but she only gave him a small smile and carried her nephew out of the sodden bathroom, happy to be encased within her sisters’ warm embrace once more. Happy to be home.

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A/N: if anyone is familiar with FRIENDS, you might notice where the inspiration for this scene came from. It’s makes me laugh every single time and I wish I could have written the scene with Nesta going “mazel tov” to Elain but that would have made zero sense in canon 😂