#in my nesta era

[unhealthyfanobsession]

SJM: Nesta Made the House because she was sad and isolated and needed a friend. Isn’t that beautiful. She made herself a supportive confidant. Wow healing.

Me: I mean her mate was also literally in the house the entire time so kind of interesting that she felt more comfortable talking to the walls since at least they didn’t say everyone hates you but yeah ok sure

[elainarcheronslawyer]

Some more things that remind me of Elain:

1) if I say vintage nighties 🤍

2) that filter they had on the last Harry Potter films that made everything dark and grainy but also autumnal? Specifically the odd hope you feel when the filter isn’t there at shell cottage 🐚

3) tasteful hair bows 🎀

4) vintage heart cakes 🧁 (I just think everyone gets one for birthdays and celebrations)

5) continuing the cake theme these butterfly cupcakes I found on Pinterest 🦋

6) heart shaped jam pastries ❤️ ( if anyone has a recipe let me know please)

7) Lover by Taylor Swift 💕

8) not to go full swiftie but that’s exactly what I’m doing, the purple folkmore dress 🪩

9) daisy crowns 🌼

10) a little women Christmas 🎄

[winterrens]

Idk what this is . Nessian bridgerton au? Personally I feel like Cassian would fuck up one of those slutty little flowy white shirts they wear. You know the one

[rosiesfables]

Archeron Sisters x Eras Tour 💎🦋🌌

Art Commissioned by: @jasmineandshadows

[duskandcobalt]

Long time no see I can’t say this anywhere else so it’s getting posted here, I’ve hoe-phased too close to the sun and now I’m spending Christmas Eve with a man I met for the first time nine (9!) days ago lolololol oh boy

[fendyr]

Gwyn whispered, "I am the rock against which the surf crashes." Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. "Nothing can break me."

[potatoplace]

the 1

Elriel, Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Alternate Endings: Gone | betty | The Prophecy

mini-series masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: All you had ever wanted to be was plain. And now, as a plain-faced High Fae, you want more. You want your mate.

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, self-loathing, suicide

Words: ~2.6k

Author's Note: I'm sorry. (I told you guys I've been having a rough week...) Apparently my brain is saying 'fuck Kinktober!' Even tho like. I WANT to write those... smut just doesn't feel in the cards for me today 😩 so have some tasty tasty angst instead. (I'm also watching an Eras Tour live so I'm hella cheered up now lol)

18+ only pls

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Self loathing grew in your gut as you watched your family around you.

All of them were happy, reveling in the togetherness that they shared.

And your mate- your mate- was ignoring you. He was speaking to one of your sisters, absolutely enamored with her. And you couldn’t blame him.

Elain had always been the pretty one of the four of you, a shining diamond even in the filth of poverty.

Nesta was the one with regal beauty, her sharp eyes and the way she carried herself not letting anyone think otherwise.

Your twin, Feyre, was stunning, even if she herself had never seen it, the cleverness in her eyes and quiet grace drawing people’s gaze to her.

And then there was you.

You were… the ugly one. Your mother had said so, even though you were only a child when she passed. Your father had quietly agreed with her. Nesta had mocked your looks when she had had a bad day, which was nearly every day while you had been living in the run down hut after your family lost their fortune. Elain said nothing, but shot pitying looks at you when no suitor asked for a dance while you had still been human, even when it had been a ball thrown in your honor for your birthday. Feyre has been the kindest to you, reminding you that it’s what on the inside that counts…

But that didn’t appear to be so.

Even with a mating bond that you knew should draw Azriel’s attention, his eyes were still glued to Elain. He seemed to be able to breathe only when in her presence, taking in the same air as her.

And in your presence? He couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.

Being dumped into the Cauldron had made both of your sisters even prettier, and Feyre was no exception either after being turned High Fae.

For you, it had made you plain. No longer ugly, unless you counted the still crooked teeth and too small nose and thin mouth.

Just plain.

As a human, you had begged to whatever higher power there was that you could just be plain.

But now that you were, you knew it would never be enough.

Because while Feyre was right, your personality mattered more in a long term relationship than your looks, being pretty drew people in.

Being plain only made you fade into the background.

Azriel laughed at something Elain had said, the sound sending warmth through your body.

It should be you making him laugh, not Elain.

Elain, with her beauty and poise and perfect personality and her ridiculously handsome mate who wanted nothing but her time.

Elain, who seemed to want no one and no thing but your mate.

Your Azriel.

You tore your gaze away from the couple, who you already knew were in a relationship. Elain had confessed it to you a month ago, gushing about how their fifth date had gone and how she thought he was the one. She had told you first, knowing that you wouldn’t tell anyone.

After all, who would you tell?

It’s not like you had any friends in Velaris- or in the human lands, for that matter- and your other two sisters were so preoccupied with their mates and growing personal circles that they hardly had the time to look at you, let alone talk to you.

No. You were alone. You were a lockbox for all of her secrets.

Including that she was planning to officially reject the mating bond once Azriel offered a proposal of marriage.

That had made you sick to your stomach, but you had hidden it deep, deep down in your heart as you congratulated her and faked happiness, asking her when she thought he would propose.

“Any day now, I suspect. Azriel told me that he was planning for the future, and wanted to know if I would like to be a part of it,” she had sighed dreamily. “We just need to tell the family, I know that… Rhys was worried about what us being together would mean for court relations. But he’s just being dramatic, don’t you think?” Her chocolate eyes landed on you, so filled with hope that you couldn’t tell her that he was your mate.

“Yes, he’s just worried, ‘Lain. I’m sure everything will be fine,” you managed to say, and relatively normal at that.

That was last night, and while your eyes had drifted to the carpeting, they shot back upwards at the sound of clinking metal on glass.

Your mate, standing with a flute of sparkling wine in his hand and a knife in his other, had his arm locked with Elain’s.

He cleared his throat once he had everyone’s attention, his eyes passing over everyone-

But you. His eyes skipped over you, even now, with the bond flaring in your chest.

“Elain and I have something to announce, though Rhys already knows what it is.” You heard a hand slap against an arm, Rhys’s faked moan of pain, and Nesta scolding her mate. Azriel smiled at their antics, such a rarity on his face that your heart skipped several beats, leaving you lightheaded.

It most certainly wasn’t because of what they were announcing.

“Elain and I have been dating for the past two months, and we would like to make it official with you all now. In fact, the two of us will be moving into a cottage in town later in the month, and we would like to invite you all to join us for a housewarming party in two weeks.”

The inner circle broke into cheers around you, Cassian immediately encasing his brother in his arms and clapping him on the back.

“Congratulations, brother! I know you’ve waited a long time to find love.”

You remained seated where you were, offering a smile to the happy couple but staying put.

If you stood, you were sure to faint. Or be sick. Or both.

Nesta was the only other person who remained where they were, a skeptical look on her face.

“I hate to be the person to bring the party down…” She started, her voice weary. “But what of your mates? Haven’t you wanted one for your whole life, Azriel? What will happen when you find her?”

“If I find her, I will reject the bond, Nesta. My love for Elain eclipses that of what I thought possible, even with a mating bond. Nothing and no one will ever compare to your sister,” Azriel answered, which seemed to be enough to have Nesta’s approval, as she stood and made her way to the couple.

“Then I’m happy for the both of you. But if you ever hurt my sister, you will deal with me,” Nesta warned, ice in her tone.

You didn’t stick around to hear what came next.

Nothing and no one will ever compare to your sister.

And of course, he was right. How could you compare to Elain?

She was beautiful, yes, but she was also a perfect match for Azriel. Kind and caring, always ready to help people, not to mention she would be a wonderful mother.

And then there was you. Plain. Boring. Nothing special.

Even the Cauldron hadn’t thought anything of you, leaving you with a High Fae body but no magic to speak of.

You couldn’t even fathom why you had been made Azriel’s mate when Elain was such a wonderful pairing to him, and had the magical abilities to match.

You stumbled your way to the town house, where you had taken up residence once Feyre and Rhys had finished the river house. Once inside you quickly made it to your room and shucked off your clothes after locking the door.

Bare, you stood before the mirror and assessed yourself. It was a habit you had picked up once your family had regained their fortune after Feyre had been stolen away.

One that brought you no comfort, but you needed to do.

Your physique was fine, you had filled out in the past year of being fae.

But there was nothing… special about you. You were medium height. Your chest was a bit smaller than average. Your legs were on the shorter side, making your torso look too long.

And your legs… they were covered in small white scars.

Another habit that you had picked up, this time after turning fae.

And tonight would be no different.

You suppose the one saving grace of being turned fae was your quick healing, letting you destroy your body without anyone knowing.

And no one ever would, seeing as your mate was on his way to being married to your sister.

A sigh left your lips as you turned to your bed, fishing the small blade you kept underneath out from below the mattress.

Tonight would be no different.

Except now you knew that even if you confessed your bond to Azriel, your heart would be torn to shreds no matter what.

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It was two months later, during Starfall, that your world crumbled further.

You had donned a plain dress in a midnight blue, with long flowing sleeves and reaching your feet. You had opted for flats, seeing as no one would pay you enough attention to notice if you were in heels or not.

No, no one would notice you at all.

Because Azriel had a ring in his pocket.

One that you had given him advice on, to choose something Elain would love.

A glutton for punishment, that’s what you were as you gazed at the beautiful couple, clad in matching blue outfits and beaming at one another.

You had attempted to stay home that night, only for Azriel himself to personally fly you up to the House of Wind, insisting that you needed to be there for Starfall.

You knew he meant their engagement, though.

He hadn’t even glanced your way once last Starfall, so you knew it wasn’t that you would be missed by him.

Still, you stood on one of the balconies, watching them. Waiting for the moment that your life would be forever altered, never to have a great love.

Because truly, your one chance at a great love was a mating bond. You knew that no one would choose you to spend their life with, not when you were so plain and boring with nothing to draw people in, to get to know you.

They were dancing together, so wrapped up in each other that it was painful to watch.

And then your feet were moving, leading you straight to them. You met them right as the song finished, the two of them just inches apart.

It stung.

“Azriel, may I speak to you for a moment?” You asked without realizing the words had left your mouth. “Alone, please? It will just be a moment, I promise.”

You cringed at yourself.

What were you doing?

Azriel glanced down at Elain, who nodded with a smile. “Of course. I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss to Elain’s lips before following you back into the House, away from the commotion.

“What’s this about, Y/N?” Azriel asked in a clipped tone once you were alone, anxiously glancing back to where you had left Elain.

“I…” You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. Are you really going to tell him?

“Well?” He asked impatiently, his shadows swirling around him.

“I… I’m your mate,” you said, the words rushing out all at once, and your tore your eyes away from his face and to the floor.

“You’re… You’re joking, right?” Azriel asked incredulously.

A dagger of ice to the heart, crafted of your own yearning and longing for him, for your mate.

“No, I… It’s true, Azriel. I am your mate.” Your eyes flicked back up to his face after you said it again, but you wished you hadn’t.

Anything would be better than seeing the horror in his eyes, the disgust twisting his features.

The dagger, forced in further by a hand smacking the hilt.

“You?” Azriel laughed. “Why would the Cauldron make you my mate?”

Twisting, bleeding, shredding your soul apart even as you felt the bond flare to life on his end, the very slightest stumble as he regarded you.

“I… I don’t know…” You whispered, barely audible.

“You’re not my mate,” Azriel said, stepping away from you. “You were never going to be my mate. You’re a fine enough person, sure, but how could you compare to Elain?” He shook his head, snickering to himself. “I suppose these five hundred years of waiting were for nothing. I’ll tell Cassian or Rhys take you back to the town house. Just…” He sighed. “Don’t take it personally. It’s not you, it’s me, hmm?”

And with that, the bond between the two of you was shredded, a wounded cry leaving your lips as you sank to the ground, clutching your chest where it used to reside, glowing brightly and giving you a reason to go on.

“I think it’s best for you to stay away from Elain and I. I wouldn’t want you getting territorial and ripping my love’s throat out of anything. Goodbye, Y/N.”

You barely heard him walk away, so overwhelmed with pain.

Why me?

Why was I his mate?

Why didn’t I just drown in the Cauldron?

With a great deal of trying, you managed to hoist yourself back onto your feet, stumbling your way to one of the unoccupied balconies, still clutching your chest.

Your gaping, empty chest.

Because Azriel still had your heart. He had shredded it, mangled it beyond believe but it still resided with him, leaving you with nothing but a hole where it used to be.

Your legs crashed into the edge of the balcony, your hands flying to the stone to steady you.

But it didn’t help, everything was still spinning, blood rushing in your ears as your heart kept beating somehow, somehow still physically intact even as you felt it was being ripped from your chest over and over and over.

You couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t live.

The very fact that Elain was so casual, so blasé about shredding a bond to bits had you questioning everything you thought you knew about your sister.

How could she condemn someone to this existence?

Because already, you weren’t living.

This couldn’t be living.

It couldn’t be.

You risked a peak over the edge, spying the sharp, jagged rocks below.

If you weren’t living now…

Before you could second guess your choice, you lifted yourself onto the balcony, letting your legs dangle for a moment.

Then you swung them over the stone, to the side that had nothing to catch you.

Well, nothing but the cold embrace of death.

Which at this point would be a welcome reprieve from the fiery hot grief flooding through you, grief at the bond that was never given a chance, a moment to be considered.

But perhaps that was all the consideration you needed. To know that you would only have been a burden of mate to the male you had fallen for.

You took one last, jagged breath into your lungs before you slid off the smooth stone, air rushing past you and-

This must be what it feels like to fly.

General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria

[tpcanvas]

The Valkyries villain era ⚔️PART 2⚔️

~Nesta Archeron

My art IG: tp.canvas (old cutiegwyn)

“ice so cold it burned. ice and yet… fluid like flame. or flame made of ice”

[yennas-stuff]

I know everyone feels bad for Azriel living with Nesta and Cassian, but let's spare some sympathy for Lucien, too.

This guy has been thirdwheeling all the way through the first book, only to be a third wheel again with Jurian and Vassa. All these human pheromones when my guy is in his celibacy era.

Someone pls save my man. He's been struggling way too long.

[velarisnightsky444]

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

❤️‍🔥smut 🩵fluff 🖤angst 🩶series 🤍this song reminds me of them 🤎playlist

poly/ship acotar masterlist

kink/fluff/angstober 2024 masterlist

🩶Stargirl (ao3 || wattpad) ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥So Close ❤️‍🔥Mating Frenzy ❤️‍🔥Accepting the Bond ❤️‍🔥You're Mine ❤️‍🔥Patience 🖤Spoiled Little Princess 🩵The First Taste 🩵Angel of Music

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥The Mess You Caused ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet 🩵My Love

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶Dark Paradise (ao3 || wattpad) ❤️‍🔥Look at Yourself ❤️‍🔥Get Yourself Off ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet 🖤Afterglow 🩵Clipped Wings 🩵Rain Makes Everything Better 🤎Nesta’s Playlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥The Headboard ❤️‍🔥Open Wide ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet 🖤The 1 🖤Breathe 🩵Safe 🤍Come Back

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Good Girl ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet 🤍Youre Losing Me

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶Scorched Shadows ❤️‍🔥Little Fawn ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(upcoming)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Pretty Little Thing ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(upcoming) 🩵Sugar

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Greedy Little Fox ❤️‍🔥Love ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(upcoming) 🖤Insufferable

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩶How to Disappear(wattpad || ao3) ❤️‍🔥Stay Still ❤️‍🔥The Birchin ❤️‍🔥NSFW Alphabet(upcoming) 🩵Welcome 🩵Moon River 🖤The Worst Pain 🤍Vampire

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

headcanons -what music the archeron sisters would listen to

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

random -my acotar ocs as taylor swift songs -the courts as eras

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

all my playlists based on fiction

🤎brokeback mountain 🤎dead poets society 🤎elizabeth and darcy 🤎euphoria vibes 🤎evelyn hugo 🤎everlark 🤎feysand 🤎gilmore girls 🤎jennifers body vibes 🤎jurdan 🤎little women 🤎nesta archeron 🤎pretty little liars 🤎thirteen vibes 🤎throne of glass 🤎twilight 🤎virgin suicides vibes 🤎warnette 🤎xoxo -gossip girl

[highladyjane]

Y'all, my husband is getting into his Elriel era and making points 😊😂

My husband as soon as I opened my eyes this morning:

Is Elain the one who lives in Rosehall? Or is it a place where you go buy roses?

Me: Huh?

H: I just finished this chapter... Rhys told Azriel to go buy presents and go to Rosehall. Does Elain live there?

Me: I think you read all of that wrong... They said a "her", right? Who do you think that "her" means for Azriel?

H: Elain?

Me: Uh... What made you think that? Can you think of another "her" for Azriel who might live there?

H: His sister? Mor?

Me: When did they mention Azriel having a sister? And Mor lives with them. Think again.

H: Oh, um... His mum's still alive?

Me: 🤦🏻‍♀️ Did they ever even mention her getting ☠️?

H: Oh, right... It was Cassial's mum who was ☠️, right?

Me: CassiaNNNNNNN! And yes, it's most likely Azriel's mum who lives there and who he's buying presents for. The place is just called Rosehall... I don't know why though. But what made you think Elain lived there?

H: I think they mentioned she and Nesta moved out... And because she likes gardening and is always about roses and flowers so it just sounds like her place... And earlier in the chapter, I think Rhys was trying to get a reaction out of Azriel about Lucien and Graysen... They're both connected to her, and Azriel doesn't want to spy on Lucien because he says he's Elain's mate. Rhys seems intrigued, because I really think Azriel likes Elain. Is he courting her?

Me: What makes you think that? Did you read it anywhere?

H: Isn't it obvious?

Me *slightly stunned over his choice of words, obviously*: What is?

H: Well, because of everything that he did for her during the war? When he went to save her and then he gave her that knife that he hadn't even let Mor or Cassial- CassiaNNNNN touch. He could have given it to Feyre, his High Lady if he wasn't going to fight and if it didn't matter so much, but he gave it to Elain. And I don't know... I just think their personalities make sense together... They seem to be the quiet ones who likes being at the side of everything or keep to themselves. They make me think of old couples who like sitting in their garden drinking tea all afternoon while the children's making a mess. *I laughed so hard at this* So I thought that's who Rhys meant lived in Rosehall and why Azriel's going there... to woo her.

Me: Not everything's about Elain for Azriel...

H: But everytime they mention "Elain" or "Azriel", the other is always mentioned right after. They keep being pointed out. Like Cassian and Nesta. I think they're going to end up together... Do they end up together in the next book?

Me: We'll see. You'll have to keep reading to find out.

H: Maybe Elain reminds Azriel of his mum... So he likes her and that's why he was protective of her...

Me *trying to gauge if I even have the mind to explain the Oedipus complex before having coffee to him*: You mean he'd court her just because she reminds him of his mum?

H: I mean, if his only family is his mum and he's actually close to her, a guy is more likely going to like a girl he knows would obviously get along with her, right..? Poor Lucien though. *chuckles* Maybe Elain will like him back at some point, but I think it's going to be Azriel... I don't know. They just make more sense right now.

If even my husband thinks it's obvious, it's pretty fricking obvious.

[unhealthyfanobsession]

WIP Wednesday: Timeless

To celebrate the end of the Eras tour I have tentatively roped a few fellow Nessian’s into a bit of an informal “Swiftmas”. I won’t speak for anyone else or spoil other song-fics that ✨might✨ be coming, but here’s a little teaser for mine 💜

Something felt strange here. Not wrong, exactly, but … uncanny. Familiar, in the coldest, strangest possible way. Like her memory was a puzzle and this thrift store in Portland held pieces she didn’t even know were missing.

Get it together, Archeron.

There was nothing strange here. She’d just been swooped up in Gwyn’s witchy tour of Portland since they arrived that morning. Sticking a pretzel in a jelly donut did not cause paranormal activity.

Just one weekend, and then Nesta would be back in Seattle with her grey skies and moody, black coffee people.

“Nesta, come look!” Gwyn clearly felt nothing strange as she jumped up and down, waving a black and white photo around.

“Look at what?” Nesta flattened her brows, “The way people’s kids give their prized photos away to be sold for 25 cents to some weirdo.” Nesta scoffed as Gwyn held the photo up so she could see it better. “I mean seriously, who buys these things?”

“Look,” Gwyn insisted, leaning over the box containing what looked like a thousand vintage photographs. “Doesn’t she look like you?”

Nesta raised an eyebrow, staring down at the woman in the photograph.

She was beautiful - victory rolls in hair that looked too blonde to be Nesta’s. Her nose was too thin and her lips too wide, but -

“It’s the eyes,” Azriel said. And suddenly that tingling along her spine had returned. “The guy kinda looks like my brother.”

Nesta ran her thumb across the still image of the man in question without realizing she had even moved.

“No he doesn’t,” Gwyn wrinkled her nose.

“Not Rhys,” Azriel shook his head. “Cassian. The one we’re meeting for dinner. You’ll see tonight.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.” Nesta studied the man in the photo. His pointed jaw and All American smile didn’t do much for her, but …

The eyes.

Even in black and white there was something about his eyes. Some empty space inside of her chest twitched and tugged like a spider was spinning its web along the empty caverns between her ribs.

[mossytrashcan]

90% of their POVS are “omg… pretty women… bewbies…” and Sarah expects us to believe that they’re not girl kissers

All the Archeron sisters are lesbians

[azrielandhisshadows]

taste

pairing: former azriel x reader, azriel x elain

word count: 1.5K

summary: azriel left the reader for the elain and she is having trouble getting over him. she wants him to remember all their moments when he is with elain.

warnings: sexual tension, vengeful reader, and azriel not knowing what he wants

a/n: this is loosely based off 'taste' by sabrina carpenter and i've needed a fic written for it. the reader is in her revenge era! this is my first fic in a very long time so let me know what you think!

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Oh I leave quite an impression, 5 feet to be exact. You’re wondering why half his clothes went missing. My body’s where they’re at

It’s been 3 weeks since Azriel ended your relationship to crawl back to Elain. 3 weeks that have left you confined to your bed unable to sleep, unable to do many things except cry about what could’ve been. The shadow of your former self haunted you - the person you were with Azriel. You were a bright star to his darkest night. You were at your happiest with him. He destroyed the happiness for a female who was mated to another male.

You reached into your drawer for the pieces of Azriel that you had hid away before the end of your relationship. Sliding on the oversized shirt, you were reminded of how you used to be the center of his world. The faint aroma brought a flood of memories—missed training sessions, family dinners—spent in the intimacy of his arms. Azriel’s instincts always seemed to overwhelm him whenever you wore his clothing, his desire evident.

You smirked at your reflection, a resolve hardening in your eyes. Tonight, you intended to make sure Azriel never forgot those stolen moments.

As you entered the dining room, a sudden hush fell over the table. Azriel’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and embarrassment as he took in your appearance. Elain’s gaze darted between you and Azriel, her confusion clear as she did not understand the significance of this moment. The room was charged with unspoken tension as eyes followed you, and you took your seat between Nesta and Amren, the weight of your gesture hanging in the air.

“y/n, the Shadowsinger looks as if he’s seen a ghost,” Amren remarked as she leaned over to you. Taking a sip of your wine, you smirk before saying back “That was the plan. To remind him of the ghost of our relationship and remind him of our best moments.” Amren leaned away, a small satisfied smile present on her lips. 

Nesta looked at you disapprovingly before muttering, “I know that Azriel and Elain hurt you, but this is not the way to get over it. You are better than this, y/n.”

You looked over Nesta’s shoulder, relishing in the tension of Azriel’s jaw as he tried to regain his composure. His shadows swirled around him, revealing his inner turmoil. Azriel’s gaze met your own, his eyes dark with longing and regret. The memories you shared in this shirt seemed to haunt him.

“Nes, I don’t care. I need him to remember. For my sake and his own.”

Now I’m gone, but you’re still laying, next to me one degree of separation

The bedroom door shut behind Elain as she stepped inside. A chill coming into the room from the open balcony. The fresh air acting as a cleansing breath from the events that occurred at dinner. Azriel was already on the balcony, the moonlight highlighting his sharp features. His posture was tense as he rested against the rail of the balcony. He sighed, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. 

“Az, are you alright?”

His attention shifted to Elain as she stood expectantly as the door. “I’m fine,” Azriel paused, debating how much he wanted to share, “I can’t help but think about the past.”

Elain’s breath hitched as Azriel moved to the bed, his head slumped with sadness that made Elain’s heart break. “I saw how you looked at her tonight. Does she still mean something to you?” Elain’s voice trembled as she asked the question her heart dreaded to know the answer to. 

Azriel’s gaze moved to the floor, “No.” Azriel’s voice was barely a whisper and filled with regret and sorrow. “Y/N was important to me. She helped me through some tough times. Seeing her in my shirt… it brought back some of our good memories. But, I’m with you Elain. I love you.” Elain stood between his legs and took his face in her hands. Azriel couldn’t meet Elain’s gaze as she lifted his face up.

“I want us to be happy, Azriel, like we were before Y/N. For us to work, I need you to be honest with me.” Elain pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. Azriel nodded and placed a kiss on Elain’s hand. Elain placed a gentle kiss to his lips and laid in their bed.

Elain stared at the ceiling, her mind uneasy with anxiety and sadness. She saw how Azriel looked at Y/N tonight. His gaze was filled with longing and she couldn’t forget his conflicted expression when asked about his feelings. Even his shadows were troubled by the events of the evening and Elain noticed stray shadows lingering around Y/N as everyone left the dining room. 

Elain struggled to put thoughts of Azriel and Y/N’s relationship away. She couldn’t help but wonder how their relationship worked. Her mind drifted off to her version of their most intimate moments. She could picture Azriel whispering admirations in Y/N’s ear before he kissed down her neck and learned her best kept secrets. Elain could picture everything Azriel did to her and everything he said to her, but Y/N being on the receiving end of Azriel’s love and affection.

With a sigh, Elain turned to face Azriel who was asleep and her heart ached at the thought of Azriel sleeping next to Y/N.  The thoughts of his former relationship clung to her thoughts, leaving her restless and uncertain. 

I heard you’re back together and if that’s true, you’ll just have to taste me when he’s kissing you. If you want forever and I bet you do, just know you’ll taste me too.

The days following the dinner had been filled with tension through the Inner Circle. Azriel giving you the cold shoulder and shooting you withering looks from across the room only fueled your resolve and your need for revenge. Tonight, you were going to make your last impression unforgettable. 

The cool and crisp air hit your face as you stepped onto the roof of the House of Wind, knowing Azriel came here to work out his frustrations. The sounds of fists hitting punching bags confirmed your suspicions. You hid in the shadows, watching the sweat drip down Azriel’s toned figure. Your heart fluttered at the sight of your former lover.

“Azriel,” you whispered, stepping out of the shadows, clad in another of his old shirts you kept at the end of your relationship. Azriel’s attention snapped to you. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” Azriel huffed, his surprise evident at your presence in the training ring. “I thought you could use some company. Remember all our late nights on this roof? Sometimes training, sometimes talking about our future, and other times, you having to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t expose our rendezvous to the rest of our friends,” you said as you brushed his hair out of his face. 

Azriel stiffened, his desire overwhelming his scent. “You should go. This isn’t a good idea.” Azriel said, his tone lacking the conviction of his words. You reached out to him, your fingers brushing his cheek and his walls dissolving at your gentle touch. “Az, I’m not here to make things more difficult. I only want you to remember… us. I need to remember how much we meant to each other.

The air was thick with desire and longing as Azriel closed the gap between you. Your lips melding with his, the intensity matched the kisses you once shared. Your breath caught in your throat as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, as if you would disappear if he let go. The kiss deepened, both of you pouring the years of passion into this single moment.

Azriel’s eyes were dark with sorrow as he pulled away, “Why are you doing this?” You lifted your hand to his cheek once again and stroked gently, looking into his hazel eyes. You breathed softly, still recovering from this moment you had longed for, “because, I need you to remember me when you kiss her. I can’t bear the thought of you forgetting what we had.”

“I could never forget you, Y/N.”

You gave him a small, vindictive smile before turning away. “Maybe that’s your problem,” you said over your shoulder. “You’re always clinging to the past. You were so focused on Elain while we were together, and now you’re haunted by me when you’re with her.”

You walked away, leaving him on the rooftop with his regrets and unresolved feelings. The cool night air felt like freedom, and you felt a sense of vindication. You had made your point and left your mark. Now, it was time to move on and forge a new path for yourself.

[silverlinedeyes]

In February 2020 SJM announced Nesta’s book was coming in 2021:

Elain’s book announcement or elriel book announcement coming by March 2024????? I can feel it!!

I’m in my Elriel announcement delulu era and I don’t even care.