#elain archeron edit

[nanstgeorge]

The Cauldron chose three sisters.

Archeron Sisters as paintings by Dongni Hou

#archeron sisters #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #elain archeron #acotaredit #sjmedit #sjm #a court of thorns and roses #my edits* #acotar

[bloomingdarkgarden]

ELAIN + AZRIEL | For love and beauty

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #acotar #acotar edit

[gwyns]

Elain cut in sharply, "I am not a child to be fought over."

#shes talking about some of yall btw #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #elain archeron #acotaredit #acosf #a court of silver flames #bookedit #fantasyedit #*mine #*edits

[curiousity-cell]

archeron sisters they will never make me hate you

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🎨: dudledudlesss, diielliee, jessamyartx (captnswreads), jmoonjones, mm,radish,art, alinur_.art

song: what once was - her’s

#elain archeron #pro elriel #pro elain #acotar #ghostposting #ghost posting #elriel #pro elain archeron #my edits #edit #pro feyre archeron #feyre archeron #pro nesta archeron #nesta archeron #archeron sisters #archeron sisters supremacy #pro nesta #pro feyre #pro nessian #nessian #pro feysand #feysand #loves of my life #elain and feyre #nesta and feyre #nesta and elain #feyre and elain

[starlessvsaint]

“Elain had always been gentle and sweet- and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light.” A Court of Wings and Ruin

#elain archeron #pro elain #elucien #acotar #acotaredit #a court of thorns and roses #my edit

[octobers-veryown]

Hello @laxibbeb it's me! Your Secret Santa, revealed! Oh, you gave me so much inspiration with your answers and I want to thank you for the time you took to write them for me. This is the first time that I participate to the @acotargiftexchange and I felt the pressure a bit. But it's amazing when people create spaces where we can express ourselves, right? I have to say that from your first answer I got this silly little idea stuck in my mind that didn't leave my brain at all. So I decided to combine some things together. Elucien through the Courts? Say no more, I'm gonna make a whole journey for them. But how? You need to know that your lovely little Secret Santa can't cross two words together but has a small talent into visualizing concepts. So I said "Listen, what people usually do during trips?". They send postcards to their loved ones! And so here we are, with a carousel of postcards! Each one is unique for every Court and has some small messages inside! At the end, a small story came to me and I just realized it when I finished!

I really really hope you will appreciate your gift, I created a little tracklist too as you can see. <3

Please click on the pictures for a better quality and details because I know that Tumblr LOVES to make jokes. I really suggest the desktop mode!

TO THE SPRING COURT

TO THE SUMMER COURT

TO THE WINTER COURT

TO THE DAWN COURT

TO THE AUTUMN COURT

TO THE DAY COURT

Small surprise at the end with the Night Court involved ;)

Thank you so much for reading until here!

#elucien #acotar #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar gift exchange #acotar secret santa 2023 #secret santa #acotar edit #acotar aesthetic #acotar courts #Winter court #Summer court #Night court #spring court #Day Court #dawn court

[feyredarlinq]

MAASVERSE: A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES (1/?)

—ˎˊMoodboard: Elriel x Modern AU

#she’s back in her editing era eheheh #elriel #elain archeron #azriel #litedit #acotar #fdmaasverse

[elucienhasmywholeheart]

Elain Archeron in purple

Ever since this scene in ACOSF:

“Gone was the ill-suited black dress from the ball, replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet, her hair half-up and curling down to her waist. She glowed with good health.”

... I've only been able to see her in purple ♥︎

#elain archeron #elain archeron aesthetic #acotar #acotar edit #acotar moodboard #purple aesthetic #soft aesthetic #elucien #elucien aesthetic

[slytherhys]

12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

AO3

4th day of Christmas - Ice Skating

Better Safe than Sorry (Elriel Drabble)

Velaris in the Winter was like a fairytale come to life. Small wooden stalls dotted the bank of the Sidra, vendors selling everything from hot beverages, to books, to trinkets from every other court. Fairy lights hung between lampposts, giving the city an ethereal glow even in the soft light of the Winter sun. Just to the side of the river, a rink of ice welcomed everyone for a spin, the laughter of children filling the air alongside the cheery music that so often played the streets.

It was truly a Winter Wonderland, and Feyre couldn’t be gladder she had dragged Rhys and everyone else to enjoy the festivities alongside the Velarians.

Even if her attention now lied elsewhere.

Feyre took a sip of her hot cocoa, frowning as her eyes followed Elain struggling to stand straight on her skates for longer than 3 seconds. Elain leaned against the barrier surrounding the ring, her cheeks rosy as she let out an embarrassed chuckle, eyes rising to whoever stood to her side.

She felt, rather than saw, Nesta approach her, shivering and cursing the cold under her breath. “Care to tell me why you’ve been standing here for the past ten minutes?” She asked. “It’s fucking freezing.”

It was – Feyre had lost feeling in her toes about 5 minutes ago, but she was just too enthralled to do anything about it. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to actually reply. Not when she spotted the male effortlessly skating towards Elain, a gentle smile on his face as he reached out a hand to help her.

“Feyre?” Nesta called again, huffing indignantly when she got no answer in return.

Feyre kept her eyes on the rink.

Elain, her hand in Azriel’s, tried to skate again, yelping as she stumbled against Azriel’s body the second she tried to move. Feyre tilted her head, watching as Azriel pulled her closer, head bent as he asked her something that earned him a blush and a nod.

“What are you looking at?” Nesta grumbled, eyes following Feyre’s line of sight. Feyre could feel the second Nesta spotted them, head tilting as well. “Oh.”

They watched as Elain and Azriel started to skate again, Elain much more at ease now that she was holding his hand, clinging to him - watching him - as if she feared she’d fall if she even dared step away. Azriel, for his turn, was watching her right back.

Neither seemed to notice the ease Elain now seemed to skate with.

Feyre hummed. “Didn’t Elain have skating lessons when she was younger?” She asked, watching as Elain “slipped” again; as Azriel immediately reached for her, hands going around her waist. Even from where she stood, Feyre could see the blush darkening his cheeks.

She finally turned to Nesta, as if trying to check if she was seeing what she was seeing. 

Nesta smiled, a pleased look on her face. “Yes.” She smirked. “Yes, She did.”

#elriel fic #drabble #christmas drabble #12 days of christmas acotar edition #12 days of christmas #elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #azriel #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #ice skating #christmas fic #feyre & nesta know what's up #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #feysand #nessian

[witchersoldier]

Stars He Hung

azriel x fem!reader

PART TWO PART THREE

SUMMARY: He hung the stars for you. Then he made you cry them all.

WARNINGS: (+16) first person pov, angst, implied smut, insecure reader, reader comparing herself to others, unrequited love and like one swear word (let me know if I missed something).

WORD COUNT: +1300

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this fic is my take on the "star tear disease", similar to the "hanahaki disease". It's my first full length fic in like 8 years, so please be kind. Know that English is not my mother tongue and I didn't proof read any of this. Honestly I'm too excited about posting this to search for mistakes. If I get enough positive feedback, I might write part two or something <3

•••

When I was younger I used to think that the apex of love would be seeing stars every time my one and only was near. I thought I’d be so lost in their eyes, drunken in the comforting undying love. I wasn’t wrong. Not completely, at least.

Because here I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the male I thought was the one and only for me. Watching as he gives her a shiny necklace. Their proximity was suffocating me, as if the closer they got the tighter my throat felt. When their lips were mere centimeters away from each other, I felt it: I felt lost because of the look on his eyes as he touched her unflawed porcelain skin. Everything I’ve ever wanted, ever hoped for, was fading to ash by the second their faces inched closer. She was taking all my dreams for herself, painfully ripping them away from me. The worst part was I couldn’t even be mad at her. Elain was the most captivating female I have ever met, and I doubt she could have evil in her heart, her soul, to willingly throw me off the path loving Azriel was. Now I only felt lost, with no place to go, no one to guide me through the endless night.

My hands were being pinched by pins and needles, my eyes and nose burning from the incoming tears, tired of holding them back. A blinding, golden shimmery light came in to my vision as I let the tears fall freely. Maybe I was going to pass out? I sure did feel lightheaded. But I couldn’t be more wrong about the source of the light. As my hands wiped away the waterfall coming out of my eyes I caught a glimpse of golden glittery liquid staining the back of my hands, but before I could give it any thought a gentle tap on my shoulder startled me. Turning around and facing the person, I could barely distinguish the High Lady and Lord in front of me, the glowing tears overflowing and making it hard for me to see. “Y/N? What is- are you okay?” Feyre calmly asked me, now holding my wet painted hands in her tattooed ones. “I-” my throat felt tighter than before, I was seconds away from breaking down into oceans. Nodding my head before mumbling a response. “Good night.” was the only thing I managed to get out before sprinting towards my own room.

★

It was the middle of the night when I finally calmed down. Although the golden liquid coming out of my eyes had seized, I still hurt profoundly. My chest was aching, my heart beating rapidly. I sat before my mirror, blinking and wiping the substance that came out of my burning, irritated eyes. Analyzing it.

If stars could melt, they’d for sure look like this, the warm, glittering gold tears I cried all night. Cried for him, because of him.

Azriel and I had a bizarre relationship, I never quite knew where we stood, where he thought we stood. Were we just friends? Were we lovers? Last night was the first time in the almost one year that we’ve really known each other that I could see the puzzle we were from his point of view. We were acquaintances. Acquaintances with benefits, I’d dare say. Cause not even the pain I was in could erase from my memory all those sleepless nights, tasting each other, tangled limbs and messy kisses. My mind couldn’t help but drift to the last actual interaction we had, almost two weeks ago.

★

I fell beside him on my bed; legs shaking, mind in a blissful haze. Five times in a row. Five times he took me to heaven and back again. Azriel made me see stars. I opened my eyes after a while, just to see his shiny golden irises looking right back at me. His eyes were so warm and comforting, just as his embrace was. Big wings draped over my naked sensitive body, relaxing my shaky muscles and keeping the cold winter breeze away. Tonight felt different, not just because of the sex, there was something else. Inside me. A fulfilling sentiment. “Fuck. You should- you should get yourself cleaned up, you’re-” Azriel stopped, clearing his throat. “Well, you’re leaking my seed. There’s no other way to say it.” He said calmly, and though my head was heavy with sleep, I could sense the smirk he had on his plump lips. “You made the mess, you should do something about it. Be a good boy and help a girl out, will you?” I muttered, small smile on my lips. I heard a breathy laugh and his footsteps distancing.

I was startled awake when the bed dipped beside me and a warm wet cloth rubbed against my inner thigh. I must have fallen asleep after he went to the bathroom. “Hey. I’ll get you cleaned up and then we can sleep, that okay?” Azriel’s voice was soft. Softer than I have ever heard him. ‘Then we can sleep’, that’s what he said. Not ‘you can sleep’. We. Us. It made my heart jump around in my chest, having him care for me. Were my tired mind misinterpreting things, maybe? I sure hoped that wouldn’t be the case. I begged The Cauldron it wasn’t the case. Hoped that maybe it was finally time for my undying love to be returned.

I didn’t realize he had finished cleaning me up until I missed his body warmth beside me. Blindly reaching out to him, I touched his scarred hand, grabbing his attention back to me. Whatever it was I wanted to tell him faded into sleepy incoherent mumbles. He leaned down to kiss my forehead, and through almost closed eyes I could swear I saw his lip tremble and tears form in his waterline. I muttered something before the warmest and brightest of feelings inside my chest lulled me into a deep sleep.

★

No matter how hard I tried to remember what it was that I said that night, I couldn’t recall anything. I would give all that I could to go back there and understand what I’ve done for things to change so drastically. After that night, Azriel grew cold and distant. I wanted nothing more than to be near him. I was left with only this inner desire, a tug inside my chest, pleading me to be with him. But I couldn’t.

Those past few days have been hell. Seeing him with Elain almost every second of the day made my heart slowly crack. I had no right to feel this jealous and betrayed. We never spoke about being exclusive, strictly each other’s, but never in a million years I could’ve foreseen him jumping to someone else as quickly as he did. But then again, Elain was the sweetest female I knew. Pretty and kindhearted, it was so easy to fall under her spell, even I could fall for it, too, weren’t it for my feelings for a certain winged male.

Maybe Azriel didn’t do it out of nowhere. I noticed how he looked at her before we got close. Noticed how he’d try to be close to her. Then he got so close to me. I wasn’t even half the female Elain was. Maybe that’s what he wanted? Something to help him get over the middle Archeron sister. Obviously that didn’t work out. I couldn’t be enough, I’d never be. No one compares to her.

How could I let myself open up to him? Let him in so deep to the point where I felt empty without him near. To the point where all the stars he made me see faded, seeped, poured through my very own eyes.

Because that’s what’s happening. All the stars he hung so effortlessly to the dark, empty night sky that was my soul, all those shiny little dots of happiness are melting down. What happens when the last dot fades? When the last liquid star runs down my cheeks? What then?

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x oc #acotar #elain x azriel #acotar x reader #azriel #feyre archeron #elain archeron #acotar imagine #acotar fanfiction #fan edit #acotar smut #azriel smut #azriel imagine #azriel angst #star tears #hanahaki

[nanstgeorge]

You think Elain's boring? I think she's kind, and I'll take kindness over nastiness any day. But I also think we haven't yet seen all she has to offer.

#shes like a sister to me #elain archeron #acotar #acotaredit #a court of thorns and roses #pro elain #my edits* #pro elain archeron

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Elain Archeron | The Quiet Dreamer

#Elain archeron #pro elain #acotar #acotar edit #my holy mystic angel #happy spring equinox

[vicioux]

He is half of my soul, that's what the poets say. Madeline Miller

ELRIEL MONTH 2023 // a bridge between souls

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel #acotar #elrielmonth #elrielmonth23 #acotaredit #litedit #booksociety #acotar edit #azriel x elain #elain x azriel #what is this #flubbed this bc lazy but wanted to make something #great quote

[dailyelriel]

Offer and permission. He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.

#elain archeron #azriel #elriel #elain x azriel #dailyelriel #edits

[gracie-rosee]

“I smiled at the thought—at how handsome they would be together.”

“what if the cauldron was wrong?”

literally why would these even be written at all if it was pointless?? Why would they still have such a significant place in the books even after countless rounds of editing if they don’t mean anything?

(Spoiler: it’s because they mean everything)

#you know how much editing and pre publishing work gets done before a book gets published.. #ESPECIALLY with someone as big as SJM #all that editing and these lines stuck #and are staring right at us #like it’s so obvious #elriel #azriel and elain #elain archeron #azriel #acotar

[velidewrites]

One Hundred

On the morning of her one-hundredth birthday, Elain wants nothing more than to disappear into the covers. Fortunately, her mate has other plans.

Pairing: Elain x Lucien

Word Count: 586

Warnings: None, just fluff!

A light touch stirred her from sleep.

It began with a gentle brush against the tip of her nose, and she scrunched it slightly, not entirely ready to face the day ahead.

Then, it fell on her ear, soft and gentle, tickling the shell as it descended down to her jaw. Her neck.

Elain sighed in delight, just barely aware of the sunlight peering from the windows, urging her awake.

The sound was met with a low chuckle, deliciously warm on her exposed skin. It reminded her of a kiss.

The touch returned to her temple, her brow, and Elain realised she was being kissed—just as Lucien’s lips fell on her own, slow and lazy and curled up in a small smile.

She kept her eyes closed as her hands slid from under the covers to find his neck, pulling him closer, deeper as she let herself get lost in the moment. His strong arms found her instantly, as they always did, their golden-brown skin kissed by sunlight.

Elain smiled into his mouth. She was home.

She never wanted to leave.

But then, Lucien pulled away an inch—just enough to whisper, “Happy birthday.”

The moment shattered like glass.

Realising what day it was, Elain turned her face away from his and groaned loudly into the pillow.

A brush of lips against her shoulder. “Come now, Elain, that’s not how one would usually choose to celebrate their hundredth birthday.”

One hundredth.

Gods, she was so old.

If she were still mortal, she’d have wrinkles and grey hair by now. No—she likely would’ve been dead. One hundred.

Elain groaned again.

She could almost feel her mate smile as his hand dipped into her hair, curling one of the wild strands around his finger. “You know,” Lucien mused, tugging on the curl lightly, “For an old woman, you’re looking spectacularly sexy today.”

Elain didn’t even bother lifting her face as she grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it with surprising strength, pleased to hear Lucien’s muffled groan as it hit home. “Go away, Lucien,” she ordered. “Let me grovel in peace.”

Lucien hummed, making a show of considering. “The only way I’ll let my mate spend her birthday in bed is if I get to join her.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin as he added, “And when I do, I’ll make sure there will be no grovelling.”

Elain’s face heated at the memory of last night, suddenly very aware that she was still completely and utterly naked. And so was Lucien.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” she began, “as long as you promise you’ll spend the whole day making me forget that I’m a hundred years old.”

Another chuckle.

“Tempting,” he said, the deep rumble of his voice rolling into her bones. “But I’m afraid I can’t do that—I have a lot planned for this particular occasion today.”

Elain sighed, and Lucien’s hand moved to brush his knuckles along her spine.

“How about I make you a deal,” he hummed, the sound entirely too self-satisfied at the shivers he elicited from her. “We’ll get you out of bed and have a fun day that I’ve spent a long time planning out,” he emphasised, his mouth finding that perfect spot beneath her ear as he added lowly, “And then we’ll come back to bed where I’ll make sure you are celebrated properly.”

Elain shuddered, and Lucien nipped at her ear, delighted at the reaction.

How could she resist?

#just some fluff to start off the weekend! #this scene has been on my mind #i did not edit this so if you see any mistakes no you didn't #elucien drabble #elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #elain acotar #lucien vanserra #lucien spell cleaver #lucien acotar #elucien fic #day court elucien #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #my writing