#elrielmonth 2024

[slytherhys]

I choose you and me, religiously

Prompt: Clandestine Meetings (week two) @elriel-month

You can also read this story on AO3!

A/N: I was so happy when @elainsweetcobalt asked me to write a story to accompany this amazing fanart for this week's prompt. Shout-out to her and @tessorange-art for the incredible job because holy shit it's such a good fanart

It was nearly 1am when Elain finally got the courage to get up from the couch and lie to her family.

“I’m exhausted.” She said with what she hoped was a soft, convincing smile – so at odds with the erratic spike of adrenaline coursing through her body, numbing her limbs. “I’m going to call it a night.” She added a bit apologetically, aware of her sister’s knowing gaze on the side of her face. Elain paid Feyre no mind, feigning obliviousness as she dropped a good-night kiss on Rhysand’s cheek, happy to see that no suspicion lingered in his star-speckled eyes. Feyre, however, was waiting for Elain with open arms and an intrigued look on her face.

She knew her sister wouldn’t ask questions while her mate was watching them so closely, but nervous bubbles still fizzed in her tummy as she wondered what, exactly, was going through Feyre’s mind. Nevertheless, Elain smiled – a doe-eyed, innocent grin that did absolutely nothing to fool her sister, who remained mercifully silent as Elain wrapped her arms around her – and it was all she could do to keep her composure as she turned around and climbed up the stairs, the curious gaze of her family on her back the only reason why she didn’t rush to her room.

Truth be told, neither Rhys nor Feyre had any reason to be suspicious, no reason to believe Elain to be anything but the stickler for rules she’d always been. The reliable if not predictablesister is what they saw every time they glanced at her, and it was an image Elain was all to happy to sustain if it meant one more night with him, his lips on her skin, his weight on top of her.

Her entire body was a riot of sensations – hot yet cold, numb yet buzzing with energy – yet there was no reluctance, no hesitation in her step as she entered her room – silently locking the door behind her – and made her way past the neatly made bed, past the overflowing vase of colourful tulips and towards the balcony door, throwing it open with gusto.

Only to find that no one was there.

Which was to be expected, if not a bit underwhelming. So what if her throat was dry with thoughts of running into his arms? So what if she could barely breathe with the anticipation that pounded through with every beat of her heart?

Elain turned, walking towards her vanity in a futile attempt of distracting herself, pointedly ignoring the tulips that seemed to taunt her from beside the balcony door. Her reflection watched her from the mirror with feverish, wide eyes and flushed cheeks the same pink as her satin dress – one she had picked specially with him in mind. Goosebumps covered her skin as a cool gust of wind caressed her ankle, wrapping around her calf-

Elain looked down – at the dark tendril stroking her skin – and her gaze immediately snapped up again, looking through the mirror at the man standing behind her, so silent and so still she blinked to make sure she wasn’t imagining him. But there he was. She parted her lips, every word fleeing her mind as she took him in – a midnight-dark shadow and impressive, leathery wings, carefully tucked in behind him. His lush lips were tilted up ever so slightly, hair wind-blown and wild. A familiar swarm of shadows lazily coiled around her, reaching for her, touching her – gently wrapping around her legs, brushing against her arms.

Her name on his lips was a greeting, a plea, and before Elain could greet him back his scarred hand were caressing her neck, his thumb stroking her delicate skin. In a woosh of relief, Elain tilted her head to the side, wild eyes urging him to touch her more, to wrap his hand around her throat. But Azriel’s touch remained soft, languorous. His hazel eyes, however, betrayed his otherwise calm expression, chaotic as they traced her face, her bare neck, the plunging neckline of her satin dress, and then flickering to her face in obvious appreciation.

Elain’s mind went quiet as his hand trailed slightly down, playing with the strap of her dress, teasing her until she was squirming in her seat, spreading her legs open. She couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed by the needy sound that left her lips as she pressed against him. A whisper of a touch made her gasp, and Elain watched with hooded eyes as shadows trailed up her skin, brushing against her upper thigh.

Azriel leaned down and pressed his lips against her pulse point, nibbling and licking at the sensitive skin. Elain watched him through the mirror, fighting not to close her eyes and lose a second of the sinful image he painted tasting her. Azriel looked up, as if sharing her exact thoughts, and Elain’s breath caught in her chest as his hazel eyes flared and he smiled wickedly.

“Yes.” Elain answered the unspoken question, making Azriel chuckle at her eagerness. Elain did her best to glare at him, but then Azriel was pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, and any urge to fight was quickly forgotten.

“Were they suspicious?” He asked instead. The rumble of his whiskey voice sent a thrill down her spine, straight to her core. Elain bit her lip and shook her head. “Are you sure?” He knew damn well she was sure – just as she knew he had checked if it was safe to come into her room before even stepping foot in her balcony. But this was a familiar game to them, and they were both beyond pretending the thrill, the rush of sneaking out, of getting lost in each other when, on all accounts, they shouldn’t, didn’t excite them.

At that moment though, Elain couldn’t care less – not as she got up on shaky legs, turned around and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him with such force that Azriel staggered back before righting himself. He groaned low in his chest, kissing her back as if it were second nature. His shadows, Elain noticed fleetingly, had made themselves scarce, now replaced by Azriel’s hands as they reached for her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Does Rhys know you’re back?” Elain mumbled, pressing kisses to his jaw as he carried her to bed. Azriel pulled her hair back, holding her body close while pulling a strap of her dress down her arm, exposing her nipples to the cool breeze. He groaned, kissing her bare shoulder, down her chest until he was wrapping his lips around the peaked bud. Elain almost let him distract her. “Az?” She urged.

Azriel pulled back, kissing her temple, and laying her down the bed with such care her heart squeezed inside her chest. “He’ll know in the morning.” He finally said. Which meant no one knew Azriel was already in Velaris, back from his week-long mission. Which meant he could spend the night with her, unafraid of being sought out by anyone else.

Despite the leathers that still covered his body, he wasn’t the Shadowsinger, he wasn’t the Night Court’s Spymaster. Tonight, he was just Azriel. He was only hers.

So Elain smiled, leaning back on her elbows as she watched him take his top off, his eyes never leaving hers. And she didn’t look away either - not even as the sound of his pants hitting the floor echoed through the room. In what felt like slow-motion, he climbed up the bed and pushed the hem of her satin dress up her legs. The caress of his scarred hands against her tender skin made her squirm where she lay, and a needy whimper left her lips as his thumbs caressed her inner thighs. Elain spread her legs, mindless with want and too desperate to feel ashamed of her wanton display.

Azriel didn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest – and with a groan, his fingers found her soaked center. With a muttered cursed, Azriel’s gaze turned to Elain, his lips seeking hers, his tongue battling hers as his thick fingers entered her, his thumb swirling around her clit. He fucked her with his fingers, going slow and fast then slow again, playing with her body until Elain was bowing off the bed, hips moving as she sought the sweet pressure of his fingers. Azriel knew what she needed – harder, faster – but still he kept his lazy pace, watching her with a satisfied smirk and hunger in his eyes. Like he couldn’t get enough of seeing her squirm under his touch, cheeks flushed while the sounds of his fingers fucking her echoed through the room. Azriel kissed her jaw, her neck, her chest, all the while muttering sweet praises against her skin.

Good girl.

You’re so wet for me.

You make me so hard.

His dirty words were enough to send her over the edge, and before Elain could help it, she cried out, legs shaking as she came hard around his fingers. There was nothing in her mind but pure bliss, her entire body seemingly bursting at the seams as she kept clenching rhythmically around him.

He shushed her tenderly, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You need to be quiet, or I can’t make you feel good, baby.” He muttered against her lips, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. Elain, still panting and probably looking as debauched as she felt, didn’t give him a chance to deny her a thing. Before he could mutter any more idle threats, she was pushing him until he fell on his back, bed bouncing with the impact. “Elain–” He tried to scold her, but she was beyond reasoning. Elain straddled him with ease, pulling the dress that had pooled around her waist up her body and throwing it behind her, caring little for where it landed. Azriel went silent, but the sight of his hands gripping the sheets spoke of his restraint. He wouldn’t touch her if he didn’t think he should – and hadn’t that been their problem for so long?

No longer, though.

Elain leaned down, dropping a kiss to his chest, eyes locked on his. “What if I want to make you feel good, too?” She murmured, kissing and licking his neck until he was panting under her. She would mark him tonight, right there so everyone could see. Let them ask where he had gotten it – let him remember it all again and come up with an excuse that could never do them any justice. “Will you be quiet?” She asked softly, hand reaching for his cock where it strained between their bodies. Azriel groaned, head dropping back as she pumped him slowly.

His hands finally reached for her waist when she bit the lobe of his ear, squeezing her fist around him and the sight of his naked body under her, strong muscles writhing and completely at her mercy sent a new wave a wetness to her core. She started pumping him harder, kissing him as he tried not to moan too loudly. Suddenly Elain understood why he enjoyed seeing her at his mercy.

“Holy fuck–” He groaned and power rushed through her at seeing this unbreakable man panting for her touch, nearly begging her for more. But Elain wasn’t as cruel as him – she raised her hips ever so slightly and aligned his member with her aching center. Azriel seemed to have stopped breathing, his own hands holding her still as she started to drop down his cock. “Shit.” He rasped and Elain had to agree. He fit perfectly, stretching her, and filling her in a way that sent starts bursting behind her eyelids.

She leaned down, hands holding her weight on his chest as she tried to move, but Azriel stopped her. “Give me a second.” He asked. Elain nodded, eyes closed as she fought the instinct to ride the man under her until both of them were screaming, secrets be damned.

“Azriel, please.” She begged when she couldn’t handle it anymore. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

He smiled softly, pushing a lock of hair away from her face. “Go ahead, baby.” He rasped, hands dropping to her hips. “Ride me.”

She hardly needed to be told twice. She moved her hips slightly, finding the perfect pace until both were panting, fighting not to make too much noise. But it was impossible – not as Azriel bent his legs and started thrusting up, hips meeting her own until the only thing she could hear was the sound of his skin meeting hers, his pained groans that sent sparks up her legs. A large hand grabbed her ass, guiding her up and down his cock as Azriel, with an impressive show if strength, sat up, his mouth wrapping around her nipple and sucking.

“Yes.” She mumbled, hands holding onto his shoulders as he kept filling her, fucking her until there was nothing she could think about the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

Euphoria crashed down her body as his skilled fingers found her clit, his lips on her neck as he rasped, “Come for me.”

Elain’s entire world ended and was made anew. Pleasure like she had never felt before numbed her limbs, turning her into putty in his hands. She felt herself fall onto him as he held her close, seeking his own pleasure in erratic thrusts and soft praises muttered against her sweaty shoulder. She felt him come inside her with a groan, filling her until they were both sated, drained, and falling down on the bed with whatever sliver of energy they had left.

“Holy fuck.” Azriel panted and Elain couldn’t help but giggle where she laid, splayed on top of his body and unwilling to let go.

She smiled lazily. “You’ve said that.”

“It bears repeating.” He smirked, chuckling softly as he glanced at her. He stroke her cheek gently, lost in thought. Elain didn’t ask him what was going through his mind, not even as he watched her with so much tenderness Elain almost looked away. Azriel leaned down instead, kissing her slowly, deeply. “Can I hold you while you sleep?” He asked, a soft frown on his face.

Elain pouted. “I don’t want to sleep.”

“You’re exhausted.”

“You’re back from Rask, and I’m the one who’s exhausted?” She teased, but Azriel just looked at her, letting her see everything going through his mind.

“I just need to hold you tonight.” He said, and Elain said nothing else. Because he would be leaving soon. Because she’d be waking up alone, any trace of him gone, his scent already fading from her sheets. And like always, despite her sore body and the vivid memories that would make her blush early in the morning, she would wonder if it had all been a dream. That is until she looked at the lovely vase by the window, where a new tulip stem would’ve joined the others. A different colour every time so Elain could tell them apart.

So Elain nodded as she reached for his lips once again. She wondered if maybe it was time to talk to Feyre. If there was a way for him to stop going away every other day. Not for the first time, she wondered if Rhys kept Azriel away for a reason – if in his concern for the people he loved, the High Lord wanted to avoid Azriel coming around Elain as much as possible, believing distance to be the key to a situation no one wanted. If he thought time apart would make them forget each other, want each other less.

If only he knew.

“I’m probably leaving again soon.” He murmured against her lips, as if he could muffle the words and stop them from coming out. From happening. “I won’t be able to tell you when I’ll be back.” He frowned, as if only now realising he’d be spending nights away from Velaris again.

A pang twisted in her stomach, but Elain smiled serenely, pressing a kiss to his chest. “That’s okay.” She reassured him, even if she knew every cell in her body would spend the entire time longing for him, too busy missing him to care for anything else.

Azriel eyed the balcony door, the gauzy curtains still blowing with the night breeze. “I don’t want you to wait for me without knowing when I’ll be back.”

Elain raised her head, eyes heavy with sleep as she watched him. “Won’t you come to me when you get back?”

“Always.”

“Then I’ll be waiting for you.” She reassured him.

“Elain–”

“Sleep, Az. You need to rest.” She laid her head on his chest, snuggling closer to him just as he interlaced his fingers through hers. He sighed in defeat and Elain felt her heart trip inside her chest as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling happily as she closed her eyes. “I always leave the door open for you, anyway.”

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Posting my AO3

If you haven't checked it out, I uploaded a little Elriel Drabble to my AO3 account! Follow me there too :)

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Az has the juiciest ass in all of Prythian

New Beginnings: Day 1

@elriel-month

[leiaamidala]

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 𝒉��𝒖𝒔𝒆…

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⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by @lamonyo

⤞ commissioned by  me

Choice (& New Beginnings)

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[emilyondemand]

🌸New Beginnings🦇

For the first prompt of @elriel-month I wanted to depict the tenderness Elain displays towards Azriel’s biggest insecurity; and the wildly talented @lamonyo captured this so beautifully and brilliantly!!

Find it on IG here

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[elrielbliss]

✨ @elriel-month W𝘦𝘦𝘬 7: 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 & 𝘈𝘜 ✨

“𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶����𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵.”

🎨: eguardx on IG

Commissioners: @azrielslight & @elrielbliss

For this Elriel Month we had the fun idea of creating Elain as a celebrity and Azriel being her bodyguard. Azriel may have this brooding personality, but with Elain he has a soft side where he would do just about anything for her - including holding all her shopping bags 😂. We're so happy how this came about and hope you enjoy this fun piece as much as we do!

[tswaney17]

“𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵, 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀.”

@elriel-month | Hold Tight & Don’t Make a Sound🤭

So excited to share this commission with you! I’ve headcanoned Elain calling Azriel her shadow as a term of endearment for years now and love the idea of her putting on a pretty, little outfit to welcome him home after a mission. Of course, we had to make this a little cheeky too. 🍑😏

@ruisfree was such a pleasure to work with and her talent is beyond anything my mind could’ve imagined for this piece. Thank you, lovely, for bringing this idea to life! 💕

🎨 @ruisfree | Comm by me.

Characters belong to @therealsarahjmaas

𝗗𝗼 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🫶

[elriel-month]

“It had ever gone this far. They’d exchange looks, an occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. Never blatant, unrestricted touching. Wrong—it was so wrong.”

“He didn’t care.”

Elriel Month officially begins next week and as a little gift, we have this beautiful piece by @/giulopesart (IG), commissioned by @lesolehabitantdelalune to give you a taste of what May has in store! 🌹🦇 We hope you’re as excited as we are!! 💕

Please no reposts. 🫶

[offtorivendell]

Elriel Month 2024 - New Beginnings

@elriel-month

Soft steps padded from under the stair archway,* and there she was.

The faelights gilded Elain's unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She halted, her breath catching in her throat.

One, this is poetic as hell, which we should know to expect from mister "I don't need to resort to poetry."

But two? I love the dawn imagery Azriel used, which is suggestive of hope, change and light; that he sees in Elain a chance for a new beginning.

One of which he doesn't currently dare to dream.

*Side note but I've just realised that the "stair archway" reads like a GATE omg 😳 iykyk. Still hoping my thoughts about Elain and her magic leading to the land's rebirth/travel "places" will come true.

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

the prettiest art 🥰😩

Art: mageonduty for Elriel Month

[faeprincesswarrior]

Elriel Month Poetry | New Beginnings

Silent Moments

How can silent moments with him be more full of joy than a hundred conversations with everyone else?

He says everything without saying anything and I understand it all

Without needing monologues or soliloquies or anything but a look a stolen glance meant just for him.

And just for me.

Fan art credit @cinnibelle

There she was

And there she was— radiant in amethyst her eyes shimmering in the moonlight of the garden.

His breath caught as he watched her golden brown curls the hair he loved cascading on her skin.

She would never know how beautiful she was the way he held her safe in his heart how he ached to share everything with her.

How he dared not dream for the fear of waking to find his arms empty without her.

The woman he loved quietly yet fiercely but always from a distance.

Art credit @tessorange-art

Moonlight Secrets

His naked body tangled tightly with hers like ivy twining on a tree

She savored his touch enraptured in the feel of him his beautiful hands on her skin tongue on her neck his name on her lips

In the dark of night with only the moonlight to hear she was wild and free no longer trembling or caging the longings of her heart

Alone in her bed – she was his.

He was hers.

Art credit @jasmineandshadows & @arielfriass on IG

He was her choice & she was his secret to tell

Art credit to @jasmineandshadows & @emartsemi

Happy Elriel month, everyone! Manifesting their beautiful story soon! Thank you to the wonderful artists who let me incorporate their gorgeous art into my poetry!

All poems by me :) If you want to use them, please credit my account. Enjoy!

@elriel-month

[merakimoonglade]

Double Feature

Prompt: Hold Tight and Don't Make a Sound, @elriel-month

Summary: Alone in a movie theater, Elain and Azriel find themselves distracted from what's on the screen.

Notes: Porn without plot, (semi?) public sex, no other content warnings apply

The full story can be found on A03.

Excerpt:

“Two for the Suriel double feature, please.” Elain Archeron gasped as she pressed herself against the dull metal counter of the movie theater’s ticket booth. The marquee only extended out about a foot and she was already half soaked from the fifteen foot sprint from her boyfriend Azriel’s car. She was lucky she hadn’t fallen in her ankle-wrap wedges.

“That will be $37.28,” the forest green haired teenager behind the lightly fogged glass replied without looking up from his mobile phone.

Elain pulled Azriel’s credit card from the pocket of the hoodie he insisted she wear, confirmed that it hadn’t gotten wet, then slipped it through the rectangular slot in the glass. While the cashier ran the card she pulled off the thick cotton jacket and shook it out hoping to get any excess water off before it had a chance to sink in. She breathed a sigh of relief when she looked down; Azriel’s large black hoodie had protected her lilac sundress. She was pretty sure it would be transparent if it got wet.

“Theater two.”

Taking the pale blue tickets and the credit card Elain smiled at the boy. “Thank you. I like your hair by the way.”

He looked up from his phone, had he even looked up to run her card?, and stared at her, his dark brown eyes going wide in his narrow face. He had to still be in high school. “Uh, thanks. Uh, the rain is really coming down isn’t it?” He stammered as color bloomed in his cheeks.

“It’s ridiculous isn’t it?” Elain half turned, squinting into the dark gray night towards the parking lot. Despite the heavy curtain of rain she should have been able to spot Azriel by now. “They said 20% chance of rain tonight. At least these storms are usually short lived.”

She gestured towards the door. “I’m just going to wait inside. Have a good night.”

“Good night,” the teenager called, his voice an octave lower.

Elain shivered as the cool air of the lobby met her rain-kissed skin. She paused just inside the doors taking in the Rainbow Arthouse Theater. Gold and cream accented the burgundy walls, the colors repeating in the tile floor and a paisley print on the ceiling. Elain loved the elegant, old school charm; all of the decor was either original to the second oldest movie theater in Velaris or a near replica.

Shoes squeaking on the gold and cream floor, Elain made her way to the young woman behind the concession counter. Realizing she had a customer and not just someone smiling politely her way, the cashier smiled brightly and enthusiastically asked what she would like.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the lobby so empty,” Elain commented. It had taken her a moment to realize that she and the cashier were the only people in sight. Her younger sister and her husband were probably already seated.

The young woman gave a noncommittal shrug as she filled two sodas. “A few people came in not too long ago for Carynthian Fighter 3, but Wednesdays are usually pretty slow. If you’re here for the Suriel double feature then you might be the only one in your theater. The special screenings usually only fill up the first two nights and the last night.”

Elain frowned. She needed to check her phone; hopefully Feyre and Rhys were running late.

“I’m meeting two others, and I’m here with my boyfriend,” a small thrill pulsed through her, she and Azriel had only been dating for six weeks. “He let me off at the front while he parked. I’m not sure what’s taking him - speak of the devil.”

Azriel stood where Elain had minutes before, securing the snap on her clear bubble umbrella, the shoulders of his black tee shirt and bottoms of his dark jeans marred with water spots. He must have felt her eyes on him because when he looked up there was a small smile on his impossibly handsome face.

Elain wasn’t sure if he was a devil or a fallen angel.

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

LOVE

Powers & Possibilities

@elriel-month

[nikethestatue]

Beautiful.

But make it sexy.

Art: by me

Elriel Month 2024

[leiaamidala]

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈’𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘…

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⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by littlelundmark23

⤞ commissioned by me 

Happy Elriel Month and MerMay!

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[faeprincesswarrior]

A completed Elriel fic just in time for @elriel-month !!

I’ve already read the fic, and I can tell you it’s AMAZING and will help keep us fed until miss Sarah confirms Elriel and announces the next ACOTAR!

Happy Elriel month!

Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow: Master List

Ao3 Elriel Fanfic (explicit)

Please read the warning tags on Ao3 before diving in!

New chapters weekly.

Chapter One: The Last Winterberry Harvest

A week after Solstice, Elain is lost and heartbroken by Azriel's rejection. A surprise encounter with Lucien in the townhouse leads to an offer Elain wasn't expecting, and a readiness to face the future.

Click here to read chapter one on Ao3

Chapter Two: I Get By With a Little Help from My Friends

Azriel opens up to Nesta about the time he has been spending searching for answers in the library, and he is faced with an important decision.

Click here to read chapter two on Ao3

Chapter Three: Cards On the Table

Azriel and Elain must face what happened between them on Solstice, and make some difficult decisions about what they want from each other.

Click here to read chapter three on Ao3

Chapter Four: If You Won't Touch Me

Elain decides she'll have the last word, and she and Azriel push each other's boundaries.

Click here to read chapter four on Ao3

Chapter Five: The Vigilant Gaurdian

Elain and Azriel try to keep away from each other while Azriel continues his search in the library. One of the priestesses makes a compelling discovery.

Click here to read chapter five on Ao3

Chapter Six: The Time to be Brave

Elain clings to hope during the darkest hours she has faced thus far. A new vision fills her with clarity and determination.

Click here to read chapter six on Ao3

Chapter Seven: Now or Never (Part One)

Azriel and Elain must decide if they will accept their bond.

Click here to read chapter seven (part one) on Ao3

Chapter Eight: Now or Never (Part Two)

After accepting the bond, Azriel and Elain hold nothing back.

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Chapter Nine: Ascalaphus Feathers

Azriel and Elain shop for gear to protect Elain while they explore their power sharing abilities. They go deeper with their intimacy and trust.

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Chapter Ten: Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow

Elain and Azriel head to a private location to explore power sharing with their carranam bond.

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Chapter Eleven: *Special Bonus Chapter!*

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Chapter Twelve: Rage Daze

Azriel loses himself to protective instincts when he and Elain are discovered in the valley, and Elain must take drastic measures to bring him back.

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Chapter Thirteen: A Promise to a Priestess

Azriel and Elain attend to an important errand before family dinner.

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Chapter Fourteen: The Things We Do for Family

Elain and Azriel face the consequences of being caught together in the valley.

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Chapter Fifteen: Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Elain faces off against Beron in the Blood Duel.

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Chapter Sixteen: Newly Minted Goddess

Azriel waits for Elain to wake up while the Inner Circle decides how to proceed with Koschei. Azriel honors a promise made to Elain.

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Chapter Seventeen: Objects of Importance

Elain attempts to push her sight and break through Koschei's wards.

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Chapter Eighteen: A Map to All Galaxies

Azriel journey's into Elain's mind to find her after she follows the map.

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Chapter Nineteen: Rosehall (Part One)

Elain settles into a new normal after the destruction of the collar. The Inner Circle has been harboring a secret.

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Chapter Twenty: Rosehall (Part Two)

After the ceremony, Azriel and Elain are in for a few more surprises.

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