#elriel fan fics

[pinkrasberryfish]

A new Chapter of A Court of Blood & Mercy now available! Chapter 27 - "The Lady of the House" 👑🌹🔪🕯

[elrieldreamer]

Lesser Known Elriel Fic Recs?

We are INCREDIBLY blessed to have so many amazing fanfic writers in the Elriel community. As we continue to wait for Elain’s book, I know that I’m not the only one rereading incredible works like What Bloomed in the Darkgarden by @bloomingdarkgarden , A Court of Bones in Bloom by @ladyveravincent , Resilience & Roses/Shining Through that Moonless Night by @tealeaves-and-rosepetals , ALL THE FICS by @nikethestatue , @tswaney17 , @merakimoonglade , @thesistersarcheron , @duskandcobalt , @yourstarsmyscars , Citizenofvelaris, and so many more!

To shake things up a bit, I’d love if we could share links to our favorite, more obscure, fics! Here are a few of mine to start:

The Mountain of Good Sense by @Moonlight_Rain

Keeping Secrets by @slytherhys

Love, Azriel by @Percabeth_feysand17

Watercliff by @propshophannah

[violetasteracademic]

Chapter 12: Without Ever Touching His Skin

Summary:

How can I be guilty as sin?

Warnings: Shadow penetration, mutual masturbation, rough sex kink, explicit sexual content

Read the chapter here on AO3

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Preview:

Elain's mind tangled as Azriel stood still as a statue, staring at her. What did he want from her?

Why wasn't he leaving?

Why wasn't he moving closer?

She straightened her spine, refusing to feel any more guilt or shame. Azriel was an adult. Mother above, Azriel was centuries older than her. She did not seduce him into her room against his will. He barged in. And if he wanted to leave, he could leave. She was not chaining him. She was not keeping him here. He had interrupted her, and it was his responsibility to walk out the door if he didn't want to be there while she finished.

Like a woman possessed, she let her legs slowly fall open.

Azriel's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you doing?"

Elain flushed, but held firm. "What are you doing still standing there? You're the one who just appeared in my room, Azriel."

He could winnow out whenever he wanted. Whatever he decided to do, she would wake up in the morning and refuse to hold this burden any longer. She was not pushing him. She was not making demands. She just wanted relief from the unbearable ache pulsing between her thighs.

Azriel nearly dropped to his knees. "I can't," he choked out, running his fingers roughly through his hair. "I can't touch you. I promised, Elain."

There was enough genuine pain in his voice that Elain halted.

His eyes were still on her, dark and wrecked. And she couldn't help but feel a prick in her heart at the agony pulsing off his massive frame in waves.

His words echoed through her mind. I can’t touch you.

This wasn't about whether or not he wanted to touch her. He had promised he wouldn't. He looked sick to death when he broke that promise before. A second time might well and truly kill him.

She felt like a rabbit caught in a snare. Perhaps she was the worst sort of fool for it, but she didn't want him to leave. It seemed that he didn't want to, either. She felt insane for thinking it, but perhaps after everything that happened that day, they needed to give themselves a break for not wanting to be alone. And Azriel… perhaps needed a new chance to keep his promise.

"So don't touch me, Azriel," she nearly whispered, voice quivering. "But I don't want you to leave."

"Elain—" he growled.

"Stay," she breathed. "Stay with me. And touch yourself."

The silence hung in the air, nearly suffocating as Elain waited for Azriel to respond. She'd settle for a blink, or even for him to recoil in disgust or anger. But he had gone so still, so vacant, she wondered if she had broken him.

It was unbearable, but she would not cower. She would not take it back. Azriel was still in her room, eyes on her body like he wanted to see her like this. Like he didn't want to leave.

She'd extended her offer. He could stay or go.

She shifted slightly, not quite so brave as to keep her legs spread open while he decided what he wanted.

That seemed to wake him up. He took a few steps closer, his breath sawing through his chest. "You are going to kill me, Elain."

Her eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but Azriel continued, "We don't touch each other." It was both a statement and a question. His brows furrowed as if he were trying to arrange the pieces of a puzzle in his mind. He nodded slowly. "We don't touch each other," he said again, this time more firmly.

Elain's skin began to grow hot once again. "That's right," she replied. "Only ourselves."

She couldn't help but bite her lip as Azriel's hand drifted towards his hard length and began stroking himself over his pants.

"Alright," he said, eyes settling on her. "I'll stay."

*Fam, sorry for this late night random drop. I am honestly too anxious about this weeks election in the states to mentally fathom dropping an unhinged smut chapter next week without any idea of where we will be at as a country.

I truly hope you enjoy this early release if you are still awake! I also have put this into the notes of the chapter, but I am pausing on having a set posting schedule. I have come into this fandom trying to be consistent and reliable with my posting, but at this time I have too many projects to balance (in good news, I have some surprises I am insanely excited for coming up) and I have been encouraged by many of my friends and readers to not put so much pressure on myself and focus on maintaining quality of work and not burning out. So thank you for your support!

Stay kind out there this week. And stay strong.

[elrielbaby]

Hello, everyone!

This is my new multi chapter elriel fic, inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean. It is obviously heavy on the elriel but will also include feysand and a smattering of Nessian. I’ll include little snippets, and then a link to A03 for the rest - I hope that’s okay ☺️ I hope to get the chapters out weekly. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Elain

Lady Elain Archeron sat before her mahogany wood dresser as her lady’s maid pinned and twisted her hair into a shape it was determined not to be put into. She felt as though she was being scalped, so she allowed her mind to wander.

Today was an important day not just for her family, but for all inhabitants of the continent of Prythian. Their family friend, Lucien, was having his ascension ceremony to be formally recognised as the High Lord of Autumn Court. He had of course, already been chosen as High Lord by the mysterious magic that decided such things, but this was but one of the first of many steps taken by the Fae in order to assimilate with the Humans and earn their trust.

With the war against Amarantha, or the War of the Red Queen as it was being more commonly referred to having destroyed the wall that separated the Fae and the Human lands, and with no way of repairing it, negotiations between the Fae and the Humans had begun no later than one day after the final battle. Peace and protection of the humans was the top priority. The tales of the cruelty of the Fae had not been exaggerated. Their brutality was infamous, and the Humans were rightly terrified and reluctant to trust them. Some of the Fae, on the other hand, still believed Humans to be beneath them, as lowly and filthy as worms, and did not want to share with them their land or riches. If not for the Archeron sisters, perhaps things would have gone differently. Not only were they pivotal in defeating Amarantha, they were now also Fae. Their youngest sister Feyre, through the sacrificing of her own life. Elain and Nesta had been forcibly made Fae by the magnificent and terrible Cauldron. The very though of the Cauldron threatened to bring Elain back to the place she had been in after her making. She quickly shoved the thought away.

Of course, with being turned Fae, they all now had access to the unfettered strength and power that belonged to them. Yet another reason why their influence on negotiations had been essential to the newfound, albeit tentative, peace they found themselves in.

[shadowsingerdraco]

i’m sorry but i am literally so down bad for azriel and lidia cervos as a pairing (i know it doesn’t make sense but it does to ME!!)

[ryokokicksit24]

EA continues

EA Chapter 2 🌸🏰🤴

‘Where did you get the coins?’

‘From the Prince’

At that he stopped. ‘It seems like a lot changed since I was away.’

‘It was all coincidence.’

‘That you met the Prince, he gifted you coins and then released me?’

‘Yes’

‘Sounds less like chance, more like fate.’

[duskcowboy]

“A Taste of Her” —

Was bored at work so I wrote a little elriel fic just for fun! Not sure if I’ll add to it later or write anything else, but please lmk if you enjoy! 💗

Elain is unlike anyone Azriel had ever encountered. While subdued, her personality is absolutely radiant and magnetic. And if you didn’t pay attention, you’d miss it—the small quips that expose her true personality, the wittiness in her humor, and the unrelenting strength of her heart. But Azriel pays attention. He sees everything, especially when it comes to the doe-eyed dreamer.

Azriel couldn’t help but be drawn in by her gentle nature—her comforting presence. From the moment he saw her white-knuckled grip on her fork at their first meeting, he'd felt a shift. No, it was even before that. He remembers the ringing that echoed in his head shortly before, as he and Cassian first laid eyes upon Elain and Nesta. It had caused them to go utterly still. He had dismissed it then, still too captivated by his adolescent infatuation with Mor. But when Elain had asked him about flying with that innocent curiosity of hers, he couldn’t stop the words flowing from his mouth. She had that effect on people. One that compelled you to spout poetry just to make her smile. Or at least, for Azriel she did.

He can never stop his gaze from lingering on her whenever she is near. He noticed the way her smile always begins with a small tug on the right side of her lips, slowly blooming into a full grin that sucks the air right out of his chest, the way her eyes sparkle when she talks about her sisters or her garden plans, and the way a small crease appears in her brow any time she gets frustrated or concentrates. He has to fight the urge to plant a kiss there each time he sees it.

He often watches her from the second-story window as she toils in the garden. Her hands working the soil, Azriel’s eyes trace every delicate movement, every loving touch she places on her creations. He can’t help but feel the ghost of her soft touch on his skin that lingers from the times he led her out to that very same garden not long ago.

His eyes glance to his brutally scarred hands. She had once called them beautiful. He couldn’t understand what would make her believe such a thing, but a subtle heat warms his cheeks at the memory of her quiet affection, and he longs to take her hand in his once more.

The same longing comes calling when he catches glimpses of her baking in the kitchen with Nuala and Cerridwen. Clouds of flour forming in the air, he gazes at her hands kneading the dough, then slipping on oven mitts and softly placing her work in the hot oven.

He watches her decorate the various sweets and he notices how each time she finishes icing the last of a batch, she finally allows herself to take a taste. Azriel can’t tear his gaze away as she lifts her dainty fingers to her rosy lips, nor can he stop himself from imagining his tongue taking their place, from wanting that small taste of her.

Thanks for reading 🫰🏼 should I continue? 🤔

[duskandcobalt]

happy thursday! I missed wip wednesday bc I was busy crying at a concert but here's the teensiest glimpse at the random bits and pieces I jot down in my notes app when inspiration strikes at all the wrong times hehe✨

special shoutout to the man that sat next to me on the train today and almost definitely watched me feverishly write stargirl mating ceremony smut for twenty minutes 👍🏽

okay bye luv u, mean it 💖

[fawnandshadows]

First Dates + Ice Rinks

Gifting this one to my friend @tswaney17! Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas my love!!! I’ve enjoyed getting to know you so much this past year 🥹 I hope your December is warm and cozy and all good things <333

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: language, slight age gap

Rating: T

Azriel was going to vomit. 

As he stood on the porch to the Archeron house the flowers he bought were limp in his sweaty hand, and the lights posted on either side of the door caused little beads of perspiration to slide down his neck and forehead. 

Fuck, it was close to snowing and Azriel was at risk of a heat stroke. 

How long had he been standing here? Did he even knock? His hand was balled into a fist, but if he knocked, then surely someone would have answered the door by now? He raised his hand to knock again, but before his knuckles made contact with the wood, the door pulled open from the inside and Rhysand's smirking face was revealed to him. 

“What are you doing here?” Azriel said sharply, not expecting to see the face of one of his best friends before his date. 

“It’s my girlfriend's house,” Rhys said with an eye roll and opened the door fully for his friend. 

Azriel swallowed nervously as he entered the house and looked around. It wasn’t the first time he had been in the cute, colonial house…but it was the first time he had been in it to take Elain Archeron on a date. Their Christmas tree was up and decorated by the fireplace — a collection of ornaments they made in school and ones picked up throughout the years — and garland was wrapped around the wooden staircase. The smell of burnt sugar came wafting from the kitchen, where Feyre and Nesta were arguing. 

Azriel opened his mouth to speak, but a loud, booming voice called out of the kitchen 

“Fucking A.”

Cassian. 

“Is everyone here?” Azriel asked with a raised eyebrow, his free hand coming up to rub his temple. 

“Like we would miss this,” Rhysand said and clapped his shoulder. “It’s Elain’s first date…Which reminds me,” his violet eyes darkened as he poked Azriel in the chest. Hard. “You’re dating my girlfriend's sister.” 

Azriel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Not dating. It’s one date. She could tell me to fuck off by the end of the night.” Azriel said, his fingers clutching the plastic wrapped flowers. 

“Hopefully,” Rhys said darkly, probably remembering the half naked girls he had seen leave Azriel’s room in the early hours of the morning. The downside of living with your best friend. “She’s sixteen, Az,” His brother poked him in the chest again. “That’s three years younger than you.”

“Thank you, brother, but I can count.” 

Rhysand’s expression clouded at his tone. 

“Now’s not the time.”

Azriel took a deep breath to calm himself, and then another. The tension growing in the room as they stared each other down. 

It was the sound of soft socked feet pattering down the wooden steps that caused Azriel to look away, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched Elain scampering down the stairs. 

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry,” She said as she rushed towards him, her cheeks flushed and golden curls wild around her face. “It took me a while to get ready and I wanted to greet you at the door to save you from,” Elain raised one hand to gesture at Rhysand who rolled his eyes. “Him, but I couldn’t find my skates,” She raised her hand to show off two well-loved white skates. “Hi.” She breathed with a smile. 

“You’re lovely,” Azriel said, loving the way Elain’s eyes warmed like melted chocolate and the way her cheeks rounded as she smiled. “These are for you,” He raised the bouquet to her and watched as her smile suddenly turned shy. “They’re probably not as good as the ones you grow, but the florist recommended them.” 

“My favorite,” Elain whispered as she took the bundle of red roses from his hands. Her eyes briefly meeting his before fluttering away. “I’ll put these in water and then we can go,” Her eyes drifted to Rhysand as she said, “Be nice.” 

Elain quickly spun, her black skirt flouncing behind her, and her tight-clad legs hurried into the kitchen, and Azriel could hear her whisper yelling to someone he couldn’t see, but two seconds later Feyre’s smiling face rounded the corner and greeted him. 

“Hi Az!” Feyre said, walking up and wrapping her arms around her boyfriend. Rhys didn’t seem annoyed by the interruption in the least, just happily amused as he tugged Feyre closer to his chest. 

“Are you here to supervise, Feyre Darling?” He asked, smoothing some of the flyaway hairs on her head. 

“Are you admitting you need supervision?”

“Most definitely.” 

The two smiled at each other and Azriel shifted from foot to foot, his eyes trained on the door. 

“She’s really excited, you know,” Feyre said softly, and Azriel turned to see her smiling at him. “She spent all day getting ready for you.” 

For the first time that night Azriel relaxed.

He looked at the kitchen and saw Elain walking towards him holding a thing of Tupperware, smiling brightly. 

“I baked us cookies,” Elain said bashfully, handing Azriel the container as she pulled on her navy peacoat. “And they were upset I didn’t give them any, so they’re making their own. I promise I didn’t burn them.” 

Just then the shrill fire alarm sounded, and Cassian’s loud voice yelled, “It’s ok!”

Azriel turned to look at his date, watching as she tied up her converse, and said, “Should we leave before someone catches on fire?” 

She nodded and clasped the hand he held out. 

——

“You’re good at this.” Azriel said, delighting in the way Elain beamed at his compliment. Her gloved hand clutched his tighter, and Azriel suddenly felt a burning hatred for whoever invented mittens for keeping Elain’s hand away from his. 

“Do you want to know a secret?” Elain whispered conspiratorially, leaning into him just a little. Azriel raised his eyebrow, silently indicating for her to continue. “I was going to act like I’ve never skated before,” Her cheeks turned red and Azriel knew it wasn’t from the cold wind. “Just so you could teach me.” 

A smile bloomed on Azriel's lips as he gazed down at her, silently declaring her the cutest person on the planet. 

“And why didn’t you?” Azriel asked, using their joined hands to tug her closer. 

“I forgot,” Elain admitted, blushing harder. “You looked really handsome and I was so focused on not embarrassing myself that I forgot my plan.” She laughed at herself and Azriel felt his heart lighten in his chest. 

“Was there more to this plan?” Azriel asked, slowly maneuvering Elain so that she was skating backwards and that both of their hands were connected between them. Her cropped purple sweater showed the barest hint of her belly, but Azriel tried not to focus on it. 

“Yes,” Elain said, her smiling growing and splitting her face. “Obviously, I was going to be so bad at skating that I needed your hands on me at all times, for my safety. And then when it was time for our cookie break, I was going to — “

The sound of tires turning over snow and the blare of an overly loud stereo followed by the opening and slamming of doors caused Elain to break off. The rush of voices redirected Elain’s attention, and Azriel watched as her face fell — like something was snuffing out the light inside of her. 

There were maybe three other people using the outdoor rink, and Azriel didn’t relish the thought of a big group disrupting their date, but Azriel wondered what she could have possibly seen that caused her expression to dim. He looked over his shoulder and saw bright, blonde curls attached to a tall, curvaceous body and nearly stumbled. Elain’s small hands pressed into his chest to keep him upright. 

“Do you want to say hi?” Elain offered in a small voice, her eyes cast down to her skates. 

“No.” Azriel said firmly. Silently cursing whatever God hated him. 

“Az! Elain!” Mor called in a bold, friendly voice. 

Az looked back again, and calculated how realistically he could play off as if he didn’t notice her, but she was nearly six feet tall and wildly gesticulating — Azriel didn’t think it was likely. 

Mor leaned over the barricade as she waved to them, her party of people hanging behind her. Her long, red, woolen coat made her stand out even more. 

“We don’t have to…” Azriel said, trailing off as Elain shook her head. 

“We don’t want to be rude,” Elain said meekly, and Azriel wanted nothing more than to make her smile again. “Do you want to?” She nodded at their hands, suddenly unsure  

“Of course.” Azriel said, squeezing one of her hands tightly while dropping the other so that they could skate over. 

A small amount of tension left Elain’s frame as they skated to Mor.

Mor leaned over and engulfed them in a hug, one arm around each of their necks. 

“I haven’t seen you guys in ages,” Mor exclaimed, hugging them tightly before pulling away. “Where’s everyone else?”

“At home,” Azriel explained to Rhys’s cousin. “We’re here together.” He raised their clasped hands to her. 

Mor’s mouth formed a surprised o. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Mor said, forcing a smile. She pulled her arms away and made a shooing motion with her hands. “Pretend like I’m not even here.” 

So they did. They skated away, but the ease between them was gone and an awkward, heavy weight settled between them. Mor had presence more than she had anything else, and even though it wasn’t her intention, she kept interrupting them. Her voice would carry over to them, or she'd skate by and accidentally brush into them. She was just there. 

The ride home was quiet. Elain sat in the passenger seat with a half full container of cookies on her lap. No one was talking except for the DJ on the radio introducing the next Christmas carol. 

They were about five minutes from the Archeron house when Azriel pulled off to the side and put the car in park, with one arm behind her seat he twisted to face her. 

“We need to talk about this.” Azriel stated, noting how Elain wouldn’t meet his eyes. 

“Talk about what?”

“About how my ex-girlfriend interrupted our date.” Azriel said in an even tone. 

“Well, you guys broke up, right? It’s in the past?”  Elain asked uncertainly, her fingers traced the lid of the container.

Azriel bit his lip and stared at Elain intently. He recalled those months vividly — after years of silently pining after Mor she finally agreed to go out with him. They dated for only two months before Mor broke up with him, and a week later she introduced her family to her new girlfriend. It stung, that he could care for someone so much and be so easily replaced, but he was glad she was happy. Truly. He just hated himself for being so blinded by his childhood crush that it made Elain question him. And after the breakup he lost himself in casual hookups - and he didn’t bother hiding them. Inwardly, he cringed, knowing how it must look to Elain.

“Yes,” Azriel said confidently, not hesitating to lean over and take her hand. “I like you, Elain, there’s no one else I would rather be with.” 

“If you say so…” Elain said, forcing a smile. 

Azriel thought for a second on how to convince her, and only one thing came to mind. So, without a second thought Azriel dropped his lips to hers. Not kissing her the way he wanted to, with the full force of his emotions, he held himself back. Just pressing his lips to hers. But it was enough, he felt Elain melting at the contact. He himself felt lighter. 

“I wouldn’t waste your time, Elain, and I wouldn’t waste mine,” Azriel said, leaning his forehead against Elain’s. Her soft pants caressing his face. “I want to be here with you. Do you believe me?”

Elain nodded, a small smile on her lips. 

Azriel was about to pull back, but Elain lunged at him. Her lips frantically moving over his and after a moment of surprise Azriel couldn’t hide his smile. It was an awkward kiss, to say the least, Elain hungrily moving her lips against his, but Azriel’s lips were pulled back because he was unable to stop smiling — she was basically kissing his teeth. Skillful or not, it was the best, most memorable kiss of his life. 

“If we don’t get back,” Azriel whispered, pulling back. “I’m afraid Rhysand might have an aneurysm.” 

Elain nodded, but kissed him again before he had the chance to pull away. 

By the time they broke apart their lips were bruised and the windows fogged and misted over. 

“Ready to go home?” Azriel asked, catching his breath. 

“No,” Elain admitted with a small smile. “But it’s a Saturday night, what do you say to watching some Netflix?” 

She wasn’t ready for their night to be over, and neither was he. 

“I’d love to, but I can guarantee my brothers will be overbearing assholes.” Azriel said. 

“Well, just shove your tongue down my throat and they’ll be too uncomfortable to say anything.” 

Azriel choked on his laughter. 

“Baptism by fire?” 

“Exactly.” Elain said and placed a kiss on his cheek before settling back into her seat. 

Azriel shifted the car into drive, his hand on her thigh as he drove them home. 

____

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[shallyne]

Over the Edge

Elain POV, partner to On the Edge. Happy mermay

Words: 846

TW: none

Elain looks for her Feyre but meets a stranger

"Feyre!" Elain hissed as she swam through rocks, looking for any trace of her sister. She was always around the outskirts of their territory to collect, well, everything. Trash, rocks, jewelry, she brought it all home and hid most of it in her hidden stash that she thought nobody else knew about. Admittedly, Elain didn't know anything about Feyre's stash until Feyre brought so much stuff home that some things just peeked out of their hidden place but she didn't tell her sister because she knew it didn't come from a malicious place inside Feyre's heart. Their family wasn't always as well off as they were today and collecting things was just one of Feyre's coping mechanisms. "Feyre, stop hiding! That's not funny!" Elain called out. Yes, Feyre always lingered around the outskirts but she never came home later than agreed or went over the border. Worried, Elain swam out here to drag Feyre back home but there wasn't any trace that she was ever here. Elain swam around a big rock, which apparently led into a small cave. She followed the path inside, grateful that she didn't have the eyesight of a mortal. When she turned around another corner, she could make out another entrance. This was more of a tunnel than a cave. Sighing, Elain kept following until she was out of the tunnel. When she turned around, the entrance was gone. She knocked against the a few times, as hard as she could, but there wasn't a way back. Looking around, Elain realized that she was in a whole other part of the sea. Dread started to build inside her. That's how Feyre must have left. Accidentally. Elain huffed in defeat and turned, slamming into something that had her reeling back. Yelping, she rubbed her forehead as she eyed the merman in front of her. His ebony tail shimmered cobalt and as her eyes traveled upwards, shadows clung to him. Around his abdomen and his arms, his shoulders. Then she looked at his face, her breath hitched. He was the most beautiful merman she had ever seen. Elain wanted to ask him what's his name or what he's doing here but she blurted, "Did you see my sister?" remembering that he didn't know her sister, she explained, "She's about 3 inches shorter than me and has brown hair, it looks more golden-brown when she's close to the surface and her eyes are blue but they look gray when she's scared. She's wearing a satchel to carry her treasures around. Her tail is light blue."

The man looks at her with interest, slightly tilting his head as a smile tugged at his lips. "Is her name Feyre?"

"Yes! You saw her! Where is she? She was never so far from home, she must be scared! What happened? is she okay?"

"She's fine," the stranger calmed her down. "The Attor attacked her but she's not injured. Not anymore, the Attor bit her in her fin but we got him before he could seriously injure her. Although the blood did attract a shark and she raced away from him and lost orientation. Feyre didn't find her way back home so she lives at my brother's castle while they look for a way to get her back into her territory. She's well cared for, "

"Castle? Which Castle? The only castle I know is in the northern sea, where Kallias rules." she said, more to herself than the stranger.

"She is in the north." The stranger said. "In the northern lands."

"LANDS?" Elain squeaked. "She never was on land! I–"

"I can bring you to her." he offered. At her narrowed eyes he introduced himself, "I'm Azriel."

"Elain." she said. "Yes, lead me to my sister."

She took his offered hand and they swam in silence for what felt like an eternity. Elain could feel his gaze wandering to her every now and then. When he did it for twenty-third time, she said, "What is it?"

"Nothing." he shook his head. "Just – You'll have to transform your tail into legs."

"I know." she said. "I'm not stupid." Of course she knew. Elain knew how it worked, but only in theory. She never actually did transform.

"Of course you're not stupid." Azriel said. "But your sister didn't know that this was even a possibility."

Elain stopped at that. How couldn't Feyre know? It was part of their lessons! Elain began swimming again as she thought back to her lessons and came up blank when she tried to remember Feyre at said lessons. Where was she?" Is she alright?" Elain asked. Was her absence at these lessons fault for her disappearance? Was that the reason why she didn't find her way back home?

"She is fine," Azriel repeated but this time he smiled. "Her first attempts at walking were…wobbly. She fell face first into sand but she's fine."

Elain felt incredibly bad. One, because the transition must have been scary for Feyre and second, because she couldn't help but giggle at the thought of Feyre falling face first into sand.

[frictionandfluff]

I'm easing back into writing so I would love some prompts for some quick fics for characters in ACOTAR and Crescent City. No prompt or ship will be denied! I'm not very well known in this fandom so a signal boost would be lovely.

I'm finally evicting my uterus on Feb 13 and need something to help keep me busy during my recovery.

[pinkrasberryfish]

A Court of Blood & Mercy - Chapter 29 "And Everything Was Perfect" now available! 🖤🩸🥀

[elrieldreamer]

“I’ll take care of you, lovely,” he promised. Now, forever. Whether she needed an orgasm or a warm meal or a friend or a second opinion on her plans to prune her rose bushes, he would give it to her. Anything she wanted.

I absolutely love this little excerpt from one of my “comfort fics”, All’s Well that Ends Well by @thesistersarcheron . There are several incredible fics that I reread often, but this little moment always makes me smile. Our dark and broody Shadowsinger wanting nothing more than to serve sweet Elain Archeron for their rest of their lives. 🗡️🌸

[violetasteracademic]

Hiiiiii moots! I have been luxuriating in the solace of the mountains and just came back down to sea level to discover that Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow has passed 14,000 hits! That is INSANE to me and I am completely speechless! Thank you guys for your readership and incredible support. What an amazing birthday present 😍 I was also gifted some used audio equipment from my besties so I can start making audio versions of Golden Doe and A Court of Twisted Fate and I'm SO EXCITED! It may be a while yet but I can't wait to bring those to you. I'd love to know if you would prefer those as brand new separate audio versions, or if you prefer them embedded in the existing written version!

I am headed into a season where I will both simultaneously be trying to slow down and be more present while also becoming extremely busy. Many of you have been so sweet to send theory/Elriel asks to my inbox and I do want to share I will likely be taking a break from those for some time and will have limited time which I'll focus on using to keep updating A Court of Twisted Fate for you guys! I hope you are loving the new story as much as I've loved writing it. It's different, but I am just as passionate about it as I am about Golden Doe!

Hoping we all find peace and rest and rediscovery as the seasons change.

Stay kind out there and happy fall 🍁���☕

[elrielbaby]

Here is my incredibly late entry to @elainarcheronweek 2024, for the day 4 prompt, home. I hope you enjoy, and the link to Ao3 is at the bottom 😊❤️

Elain stood in her bed chambers at the River House, almost glowing with excitement. Nuala stood behind her, buttoning up her gown as Cerridwen painted her lips a soft pink, only a shade or two deeper than her natural colour. Her cheeks had been pinched slightly, and her eyelashes elongated. It was almost time.

Nesta and Feyre sat upon the bed, watching her with an almost reverent expression on their faces. They were already dressed and prepared to go. Nesta wore a gown the colour of roses, with a high neck and full skirts that would no doubt look even more beautiful when she danced later. She loved watching Nesta dance. Feyre’s dress was midnight blue, with gossamer sleeves, and the lower parts of the dress falling in almost a whimsical fashion even seated. Both of their bouquets of white roses, violets and pink peonies sat beside them.

Nuala came to face Elain as she’d finished buttoning up her gown to stand beside her twin. They both looked at her, their eyes brimming with tears.

“You look so beautiful” Nuala whispered.

“Obviously she does. We’re the ones who made her up” Cerridwen joked.

Elain laughed and turned to face the full-length mirror that stood behind her.

She wore a white satin dress, with long sleeves inlaid with lace and a scooped neck. Her hair had been pinned up into an elaborate braid that sat on the back of her head vertically, flowers pinned into it artfully.

Nesta stood, a veil in hand. She came behind Elain to tuck it in to the top of her braid.

“I am so proud of you” She murmured into Elain’s ear as she pressed a light kiss to her cheek. Feyre came to her other side, and did the same.

“Now, lets go get you hitched”

Azriel was waiting in the garden. The River House garden to be precise. He had never been so nervous, he was fidgety, playing with his hands and pacing.

“Could you please stand still? You’re making me nervous” Cassian moaned

Azriel scoffed “Cassian, need I remind you of your behaviour during your own wedding? You almost had a break down because, if I recall correctly, someone had decorated with lilies when you had insisted upon daffodils”

Cassian rolled his eyes and muttered “Lilies play havoc with my allergies.”

The infamous Spymaster of the Night Court smiled. Cassian was the smartest idiot he knew and he loved him dearly. He realised he’d stopped pacing.

Theirs was to be a small wedding, which both he and Elain were more than content with. They had everyone they wanted there: Rhys, Cassian, Feyre, Nesta, Mor, Nyx, Amren (who had invited Varian), Nuala and Cerridwen.

The priestess who had performed Nesta and Cassian’s wedding and mating ceremony stood before them in her robes, hood largely covering her face, but the invoking stone could be made out shining proudly on her forehead.

The rest of the garden looked like a dream, in full bloom and cultivated so lovingly by his beloved. The sun was shining and just the right number of chairs were placed in a neat row on either side of a makeshift aisle.

Azriel, Cassian and Rhys all wore a similar style of suit, black pants, white shirt followed by a black jacket with a pink rose pinned to the lapels. Cassian had bemoaned being in a suit again, claiming he’d worn enough suits for this century, and bemoaned again at the flower being pinned to his jacket, claiming he’d be sneezing all throughout the ceremony. Elain had soon shut him up when in his package that had contained the suit and flower, there was a bottle of what she had called ‘allergy powder’ similar to that of the headache powder she had made for Azriel on that first solstice, when Azriel had dared to hope she might feel something for him too. He wasn’t sure whether it was her powers of foresight or that fact she just knew Cassian that prompted her to provide it for him. Most likely the latter.

Mor, Nyx in her arms, Amren and Varian arrived taking their seats on one side. Mor looked at him and beamed with pride, suddenly jumping up to give him what Azriel could only describe as a one-armed bear hug. She pulled back and looked at him, tears shone in her eyes.

“I’m so proud of you” she whispered, Nyx babbling on her hip.

There would have been a time that such affection from Mor would have his heart stuttering, pulse racing. Now he had no more affection for her than that of a sister. He had been slowly letting go of those more romantic affections for her for years of course, but then Elain came along and Azriel suddenly knew what true love was.

Elain had captured his heart from almost the moment he had met her. It had not been instant and all consuming (as it now was) but slow and gentle.

He was first struck by how beautiful she was, when they met in the human lands. That beauty had only been enhanced since she’d turned Fae, but he’d always found her beautiful.

Then he’d been struck by her gentleness, her kindness. She brought him peace in a way he’d never known and he felt like he could talk to her forever. As time passed, he was again struck by her quiet fury, her determination and her strong inclination toward the hope that things could only get better. She was wise beyond her years, observant in a way he’d only ever seen in two other people: Nuala and Cerridwen.

Slowly, that initial attraction and ease turned to friendship, and that friendship turned into something more. Azriel didn’t give two shits what anyone else said, be that some guy on the street, the Cauldron, or the Mother herself; Elain was his Mate of the soul. She was his love, and his love for her was undying. It surpassed anything Azriel had ever felt before, and he would be her husband and she his wife until his last breath.

Rhys had been wary when he’d first found out. In all honesty, he didn’t blame him. He’d never opened up to him on his feelings of a romantic nature. Rhys knew obviously, that Azriel had once loved Mor and up until very recently had thought he still did. Rhys was protective of Elain in a way, probably because she reminded him so much of his own sister. But it was more than that Azriel knew, there were too many potential fall outs that could happen if Elain and Azriel were to pursue each other. But Rhys was his brother, and his brother wanted him desperately to be happy. Once it had been put to Rhys that had the roles been reversed, and it was he and Feyre in this situation what would he do?

Azriel supposed that putting it that way to Rhys let him know how serious he really was about her. And so, Rhys came around. He was still wary of the aftermath of this, but he had told them both they would have his full support and they would meet it head on.

“I’m being summoned.” Rhys said, his head tilted in a way that told him Feyre was speaking in to his mind.

Rhys walked up to him, clasped him on the shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, then winnowed into the River House.

The music started, and petals started to fall gracefully from the trees. Azriel took a deep breath, and faced the priestess.

Rhys appeared directly in front of her beside the door into the garden.

“Are you ready?” Rhys said, holding out his arm.

Elain gave him a full grin, her eyes watery from emotion “I’ve never felt more prepared” she said.

Nuala and Cerridwen walked out first, their bouquets in hand, in their pink and purple gowns. Then Feyre and Nesta walked out, Nesta taking her spot beside Cassian who stood to Azriel’s right, Feyre next to her.

Elain and Rhys stepped out into the garden. Azriel looked so beautiful, in his suit, his hair falling in waves – she couldn’t wait to plunge her hands in to it later.

He looked at her, tears streaming down his face, which in turn set Elain crying.

They had faced so much to get here. The lies, the sneaking around, the wondering if they could ever properly be together. And here they were, in front of all those they held dear finally being able to profess their love from the very rooftops if they so wished.

They’d finally reached Azriel, the music stopping. Rhys took Elain’s hand, gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and pressed her hand into Azriel’s outstretched palm. She had eyes for only him. She stroked his thumb with hers as their hands were joined.

“Hi” she said

“Hi back,” he replied “you look more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”

He took a step closer so that he could whisper in her ear “how precious are you about the buttons on this dress?”

Elain’s cheeks heated, and she swatted him playfully on the shoulder

“You rogue” she chuckled.

The priestess cleared her throat and began.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

They exchanged vows, promising to love each other in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse – and then they made their own personal vows to one another. Azriel led the charge. His hand in hers.

“Elain. I love you, and I will love you until we are but whispers in the wind – and in that whisper you will hear the story of us, of how I loved you with every bit of my heart and my soul. I wish never to be parted from you in this life or the next. It is my dream to come home to you every night and to talk to you into the small hours about all things. Your burdens are my burdens, your cares my cares. I will love what you love, and dream what you dream. I am yours from now, until the stars wither in the sky and the sun goes cold. You are my greatest joy, for now and always.”

Elain couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. Now it was her turn.

“Azriel. I love you, and I will love you until my heart ceases beating and my lungs no longer draw enough air to speak your name. I will love you through this life, and endeavour to find you in the next. You are my home, my greatest gift. I wish for nothing more than to share a life with you, come what may. A home, children – I want it all, and I want it with you. You no longer need to carry things alone, for I am here to help you. We face this life together, and nothing or no one will stop us.”

Now they were all crying, Amren included. Even Varian appeared misty eyed.

They exchanged rings, and as their hands clasped and the priestess offered up a prayer to the mother a strange phenomenon occurred. Elain had felt an oddness in the air, not unpleasant but as if someone else were here with them. As the priestess spoke to the Mother, everyone gasped as they noticed the faint outline of a hand pressed atop Elain and Azriel’s.

The Priestess stopped. “The Mother approves of this union” she said solemnly but with all confidence. Azriel gave Elain a watery smile. He didn’t honestly care if she approved or not, but it was nice that she did.

“You are now joined as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Azriel wasted no time, both hands on the side of Elain’s face as he drew her in for a kiss. It was all their kisses rolled into one. Sweet and tender, desperate and all consuming. His tongue slid into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Cassian wolf whistled, Mor whooped. Feyre and Nesta wiped tears from their eyes and then everyone was upon them, congratulating them.

“Listen, I know all you two want to do is go home, but I’m starving and Nesta has forbade me from the wedding cake until you’ve cut it, so, please?” Cassian gave them a pleading look, Nesta nudging him with her elbow.

Elain smiled. “Lucky for you Cass, there’s a full three course meal about to be served. Then cake.”

Cass swooped down and gave her a kiss on the cheek “You’ve always been my favourite” he grinned

“Hey!” Feyre shouted, chasing him into the River House.

They ate like Kings and Queens. Prawn cocktail to start, followed by roast beef and a mountain of vegetables, then treacle sponge and custard to finish. Everyone was positively stuffed by the time the cake cutting rolled around, which Elain and Azriel tried to get to expeditiously. They loved their family but they wanted to be alone.

Once that was done, they hurried through the goodbyes and stepped into Azriel’s shadows. They landed just in front of the doors to the Townhouse.

“This,” Azriel said “is our wedding present from Rhys. Welcome home”

Elain was stunned into speechlessness. It was absurdly generous, even by Rhys’ standards. But she’d always loved this house. It was where her new life truly began.

Azriel stooped to grab Elain behind her knees, whisking her into his arms, one arm supporting her back the other her knees.

He walked across the threshold with her in his arms, eyes on her the whole time. He set her down. Elain looked around the new home from the hallway. Azriel took her hand and she looked down at them, her hand in his.

“Beautiful” she whispered.

[violetasteracademic]

@courtofblooming you honor me 🥹😭 thank you for including me on such an incredible list!

my favorite elriel fics. 🦇♡

a long masterlist of my all time favorite elriel fanfictions on ao3, after being a fan of this couple for 4 years. all these fanfictions are special to me and i hope i can help other elriels that have been looking for recommendations. ✧・˚

— info: all completed fics. <3

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“Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow” by Violetasteracademic, canon compliant, elriel’s story after acosf, forbidden love, angst, fluff, smut, long fic. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54831724/chapters/138983473)

“A Court of Bones in Bloom” by ladyveravincent, canon compliant, elriel’s story after acosf, forbidden love, long fic, slow burn, eight court theory, angst, eventual smut. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58554709/chapters/149179024)

“Pretty Little Angel” by DottieLovegood, canon compliant, elriel’s story after acosf with a twist, BDSM, azriel owns a club, smutty. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30617429/chapters/75532637)

“Freshly Baked” by elainsroses, canon compliant, series with three oneshots in it, fluff and domestic, elriel are together and happy, baking, kisses and a pregnancy plot, pure fluff. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/series/2759089)

“Wildest Dreams” by tswaney17, canon compliant, established relationship, elain and azriel’s children, happy endings, pure fluff, elriel have a little family together, soft azriel. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/55844830)

“Stargirl” by duskandcobalt, canon compliant, elain and azriel are spending some time together when elain has a vision, smut, sneaking around, secret relationship, stolen moments, kitchen sex. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50867182/chapters/128505301)

“For A Taste Of You (I Will Do Anything)” by keeparecordofthewreckage, one shot, post acosf solstice, smut and smut and angst, set on starfall, did i mention smut? (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36913843)

“A Tapestry of Dreams and Reality” by ImaginativeInk, canon compliant, elain’s cauldron powers, elain and azriel find themselves in the mystical realm of dreams and their connection continues to unfold. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53269846)

“Be still, my foolish heart” by roselensedeyes, canon divergence, adoption, original characters (children), adopted children, elriel are mates, wedding + pregnancy, elain volunteers at an orphanage in velaris. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50680402/chapters/128026141)

“Love Confessions, Meddling Brothers and Raspberry Tarts” by obisidian_witch, canon compliant, angst with a happy ending, secret relationship, secrets, chosen love, post acosf, elain learns the truth about what transpired on that dreadful solstice night, from both azriel and rhysand. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/57625048)

“Across the Hallway” by tswaney17, modern au, elain is a baker + azriel is a detective, small fic (5 chapters), elain has a cat! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39325395/chapters/98412099 )

“Night of Wings and Roses” by ThatTrable, canon compliant, fluff and angst, post acosf solstice, feyre as the wingwomen. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43561515)

“all’s well that ends well (to end up with you)” by miss_belivet, canon compliant, set on acofas solstice, elriel are mates, the bond snaps in front of everyone, potatoes. ♡ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/40069968/chapters/100352508)

“To Dine Like Gods” by elainsroses, canon compliant, pure smut, body worship, azriel has found god between elain’s thighs. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56211508)

“Too Sweet (for me)” by slythrhys, canon compliant, forbidden love, pure smut, secret relationship, azriel can’t get elain out of his head. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/55180729/chapters/139943131)

“Kneading Dough” by tswaney17, canon compliant, one shot, fluff and smut, in the kitchen, mostly smut + shadow play (https://archiveofourown.org/works/40041990)

“Crimson Clover” by miss_belivet, canon compliant, blood kink, azriel reacting to elain carrying out an extreme act of violence, protective elain, auntie elain, lain protects nyx, its bloody. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42530709/chapters/106825986)

“Bound in Ivy” by yourstarsmyscars, canon compliant, secret relationship, elain’s powers, forbidden love, smut, elain has a secret, azriel wants to find out. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/46678417/chapters/117559789)

“The Bet” by DottieLovegood, modern au, pure smut, established relationship! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/34488118)

“I Do Bad Things with You” by tswaney17, modern au, long fic, mob boss azriel, doctor elain, angst and smut, ex lovers + slow burn. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31926901/chapters/79064530)

“Woman Made of Flowers” by yourstarsmyscars, medieval au, enemies to lovers, azriel kidnaps elain, azriel and elain are from enemy kingdoms. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/44467921/chapters/111848692)

“We Don’t Have To Dance” by Separatist_Apologist, canon compliant, post acosf solstice, set on hewn city, elain makes azriel quite literally beg on his knees, jealous azriel, elain taking her revenge after the solstice, smut. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/44899510)

“The Pointe of Love” by pinkrasberryfish, elriel + nessian centric, modern au, nesta and elain are prima ballerinas, they dance at the velaris ballet company. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43076520/chapters/108246912)

“Freefall” by yourstarsmyscars, one shot, canon compliant, elriel angst, pining, smutty ending, post solstice, yearning. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43696293/chapters/109975251#workskin)

“The First Solstice” by NikeTheStatue, one shot, canon compliant, re-imagining of the acofas solstice in azriel’s pov (headache power + gardening plans till 3am) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43749949)

“Breathless” by miss_belivet, one shot, canon compliant, post acosf solstice, forbidden love, smut, sneaking around, elriel do the dishes after a family dinner. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/46398019)

“Wrap Me in Your Skin and Bones” by citizenofvelaris, azriel and elain sequester themselves in the townhouse, mating bond frenzy, elriel are true mates, some peace and quiet. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53212210/chapters/134650879)

“Guilty As Sin?” by fawnandshadows, one shot, modern au, elain moves to a new apartment after her breakup and gets a hot firefighter as neighbor, azriel is a firefighter. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/55702369)

“6/8” by Shulkitten, alternative universe - music, azriel plays the piano, one shot, vanilla elriel, smut and fluff, elain has a hand kink, azriels is elains piano teacher. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/40513584)

“Touch Me, Hold Me, Tell Me” by miss_belivet, canon compliant, post acosf solstice, azriel disobeys rhys orders, plot what plot?, forbidden love, secret relationship, azriel is feral, elain is his princess. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53566822)

“Under the Weeping Willow” by duskandcobalt, canon compliant, forbidden love, secret relationship, sneaking around, azriel and elain have their best time at the garden at night. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53309260)

“I choose you and me, religiously” by slythrhys, canon compliant, one shot, forbidden love, secret relationship, sneaking around, fluff and smut, clandestine meetings, sweet & spicy. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/55701385)

“The First Flight” by NikeTheStatue, canon compliant, one shot, set on acowar, azriel flies Elain from the house of wind to the townhouse. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56840626)

“Cruel Summer” by citizenofvelaris, canon compliant, forbidden romance, secret relationship, smut, elain finally finds some relief from the hot summer nights of Velaris. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/46476226/chapters/117022795)

“Gasoline” by yourstarsmyscars, modern au, one shot, smut, azriel is a biker, azriel agrees to teach elain to ride a motorcycle, it’s not the only thing she wants to ride. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42909471)

“crumbs” by Demarogue, canon compliant, established relationship, fluff and smut, baking, kitchen sex, elriel future, sometimes, learning how to bake is foreplay itself. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42695196)

“Silver Linings & Raspberry Fortunes” by slythrhys, modern au, bartender au, fluff, flirting, azriel is a bartender and elain is in a blind date. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/55628383)

“Let Me” by obisidian_witch, canon compliant, established relationship, elain is in love, azriel is in love, fae cycles, pure fluff, it’s that time of the month for elain, lucky for her, azriels sole purpose in life is to care for her. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58103275)

“The Housewarming” by hozierhys canon compliant, post acosf, fluff and smut, forbidden love, getting together, or five times Elain and Azriel almost kissed, and the one explosive time they did. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54361855)

“Salted Cashews” by NikeTheStatue canon compliant, a fic inspired by the the “fated mates” quiz on sjm’s website, fluff, elain gets azriel. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56795722)

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