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offtorivendell · 2 years

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She was … doing something, learning something.

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

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

There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes.

As if she’d been enjoying herself with them.

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

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

Elain offered a faint smile in return and nodded.

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

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

Characters belong to @sjmaas ACOTAR series.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Easter Egg Spoilers... coming soon.

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

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

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

Could Elain be a witch?

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fawnandshadows · 2 years

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🌹🤍✨The Quiet Dreamer✨🤍🌹

moodboard for @elainarcheronweek

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 2 years

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The Heart of a Wanderer II

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

Elain Week Day One: powers

Fluff. Innuendo. 2.2k words.

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

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

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

Azriel.

Home, where she truly belonged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed her cheek as Elain smiled up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where did you winnow from?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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feyredarlinq · 2 years

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@elainarcheronweek day I: powers “a seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “the cauldron made you a seer.”

thrice now, we have met. thrice now, you have hunted for me. this time, you sent the trembling fawn to find me. I did not expect to see those doe eyes peering at me from across the world.

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acourtofthought · 2 years

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I don't understand how it's said Elain has no depth. Someone who observes and processes those observations has a type of character depth and inner strength that is just as important as that of any warrior. By definition, depth is "complexity and profundity of thought". Elain is well spoken, clear and concise, and is often noted as wise. I understand that her hobbies seem shallow but her words are not.

Elain:"this season was somewhat.. strange.”

Feyre: “In what way?”

Elain: “People acted as if we’d all just been ill for eight years, or had gone away to some distant country—not that we’d been a few villages over in that cottage. You’d think we dreamed it all up, what happened to us over those years. No one said a word about it.”

Feyre: “Did you think they would?”

Elain: “No—but it made me … made me wish for those years again, even with the hunger and cold. This house feels so big sometimes, and father is always busy, and Nesta …”

Feyre: I gazed again at that sad, dark house—the place that had been a prison. Elain had said she missed it, and I wondered what she saw when she looked at the cottage. If she beheld not a prison but a shelter—a shelter from a world that had possessed so little good, but she tried to find it anyway, even if it had seemed foolish and useless to me.

She had looked at that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger.

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Feyre: I turned back to the garden and caught Elain staring at me. “What?”

Elain: “You just look so … different. You sound so different, too.”

“Did something happen at Aunt Ripleigh’s house?” Elain asked. “Did you … meet someone?”

Feyre: “Just good food and rest.”

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Nesta: “So there will be no meeting here,” Nesta said, shoulders stiff. “There will be no Fae in this house.”

Feyre: “Do you include me in that declaration?” I said quietly. Nesta’s silence was answer enough.

Elain: But Elain said, “Nesta.” “We keep it secret—we send the servants away. With the spring approaching, they’ll be glad to go home. And if Feyre needs to be in and out for meetings, she’ll send word ahead, and we’ll clear them out. Make up excuses to send them on holidays. Father won’t be back until the summer, anyway. No one will know.” She put a hand on Nesta’s knee, the purple of my sister’s gown nearly swallowing up the ivory hand. “Feyre gave and gave—for years. Let us now help her. Help … others.”

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Elain: Elain’s voice wobbled as she noted the same thing and quickly said to him, “It … it is very hard, you understand, to … accept it.”. “We are raised this way. We hear stories of your kind crossing the wall to hurt us. Our own neighbor, Clare Beddor, was taken, her family murdered …”

Elain said, “It’s all very disorienting.”. “And as for Feyre’s hunting during those years, it was not Nesta’s neglect alone that is to blame. We were scared, and had received no training, and everything had been taken, and we failed her. Both of us.”

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Feyre: 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.

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Elain: “When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?”

“No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.” A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. “He did. He saw me. He will not now.”

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Feyre: “This could end very badly, Elain.”

Elain: “It’s already ended badly. Now it’s just a matter of deciding how we meet the consequences.”

Mor: “Wisely said,” Mor offered

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Elain: Elain offered a half smile. “I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant.”

Mor,: Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. “Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless.”

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Elain: “With Father,” Elain whispered, still staring up those steps, “I don’t think Nesta—”

Feyre: “I know,” I murmured. “I think Nesta needs to sort through … a lot of it.”

Elain faced me. “Do we help her?”

Feyre: “Yes—but not today. Not tomorrow.” I loosed a breath. “When—when she’s ready.”

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Feyre: “We have everything we need,” I admitted to Elain. “Buying presents feels excessive.”

Elain: “It’s their tradition, though,” Elain countered, her face still flushed with the cold. “One that they fought and died to protect in the war. Perhaps that’s the better way to think of it, rather than feeling guilty. To remember that this day means something to them. All of them, regardless of who has more, who has less, and in celebrating the traditions, even through the presents, we honor those who fought for its very existence, for the peace this city now has.”

Feyre: For a moment, I just stared at my sister, the wisdom she’d spoken. Not a whisper of those oracular abilities. Just clear eyes and an open expression. “You’re right,” I said, taking in the insignia rising before me.

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Elain: “I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”

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Elain: “There was nothing that could have been done to save him, Nesta.”

Nesta: “You tell yourself there’s nothing that could have been done because it’s unbearable to think that you could have saved him, if you’d only deigned to show up a few minutes earlier.”

Elain: “You think I’m to blame for his death?”. “No one but the King of Hybern is to blame for that.” The quaver in her voice belied her firm words.

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Elain: “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

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

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Elain: “Nesta never spoke of it afterward,” Elain said. “I just observed.”

Cassian: Nesta was wrong, Cassian realized, to think Elain as loyal and loving as a dog. Elain saw every single thing Nesta had done, and understood why.

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thefangirlofhp · 2 years

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Elain Archeron Week, 2022

Day 4: romance

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“I killed myself in the most beautiful way possible.” “How is that?” “I fell in love with someone I cannot have.”

“Stop fucking nagging me!”

“Somebody has to!”

The door to the High Lord’s study slammed shut in a resounding boom that vibrated in the walls, enunciated by agitated heavy footsteps marching to the large mahogany desk and lighter steps echoing behind.

“I won’t listen to this anymore,” snapped Rhysand as he rounded the desk and glared at his second in command with pure rage glistening along the ridges of his face hardened by emotion. Amren threw her hands to her side, and scoffed back with as much venom.

“You have to, whether you like it or not,” Amren retorted, slapping her hands down on the desk. “It’s my job to advise you. And I’m telling you—“

“Stop!” Shouted Rhysand. “I won’t fucking hear it. Not from you. Not about him.”

“You’re going to fucking have to!” Amren snapped, again.

“Love is the death of duty,” the female answered softly, just as hard. “What’s duty when love gives you wings? Gives you life like you’ve never felt before?”

“That’s not fucking love,” Rhys hissed, slamming clenched fists onto documents and rattling small portrait on the desk. “That’s a misguided obsession, a misplaced sense of entitlement. It’s not fucking love.”

“Because you’re too blind to see it, I have to tell you,” Amren insists, jabbing a hand back at the window behind her. “That is love. Most honest and true as it comes. And if you don’t act soon, you’ll lose him to her. And you’ll lose her, as well. And you need her.”

“He’s my brother,” Rhys said through clenched teeth. “He’d never betray me for a woman he doesn’t even know all that well.”

Amren’s silver eyes widened and then softened with a mixture of pity and a touch of despair. She shook her head, the smooth curtain of black hair rippling like waves with the movement. “You say that, but when’s the last time you looked at him? Have you seen him? I’m warning you, Rhys. You’re going to lose him.”

He straightened his posture, dug his hands in his pockets as he quietly rounded the desk, head bowed as he made his way over to the large windows. “He can’t be in love with her, Amren,” he piped up softly. “Az is blinded by feeling left out. He thinks she’s owed to him, that there was a cardinal mistake that gave her to someone else. That’s not love.”

“That’s what you think is going on,” Amren responded softly, joining his side. “But it’s more than that. Ever since they met, Rhys. They’re going to be your downfall if you don’t act. Azriel will betray you if it comes to it.”

Rhys’s jaw clenched and tightened in response, and the darkness cast by the night outside sought only to further his irritated expression. “He won’t,” he then said quietly. “I’ve ordered him to stay away.”

“How’s that worked out so far?” Amren crossed her arms. “You know he doesn’t listen when he doesn’t agree. If he hasn’t already, he’ll be ignoring your order soon and I wonder how you’re going to fix the mess that’ll rise from a Blood Duel, killing Beron’s son, and Helion’s unknown heir? You know if it comes to it, Azriel will rip him to shreds.”

“I know.”

“That’s why you can never allow it to come to pass. The girl has the Sight, but I’m afraid that particular insight has not yet graced her—that or she doesn’t care, which makes her all the more dangerous. To the court, to us. To our future.”

“There’s no future without my Inner Circle, Amren,” Rhys said quietly, blinking slowly. “What’s going to be left of this family if I break that?”

The fae hesitated, before carefully speaking. “This family was made. It can be mended if need be. And it’s for the good of the family, and the realm.”

“Azriel’s family,” Rhys murmured. “Have you forgotten?”

“Which will make his betrayal hurt all the more and I am trying to control the damage before it can occur. Rhys, please, you have to act.”

Rhys blinked, his face growing impassive and cold. “He won’t betray me,” he said softly. “I won’t give him the chance.”

“What’re you going to do?”

Rhys breathed in, heavily. “There’s an assignment that’ll need the best man for the job…” he responded, voice deep and gravelly in its tone. “It will take a while. In the meantime, I think it’s time Elain made some decisions.”

Amren regarded him curiously. “You’d send him away? Can you bear that?” She asked carefully.

Rhys’s voice wavered in the slightest. “It’s either that, or end up with his blood on my hands.”

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lesolehabitantdelalune · 2 years

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A Girls’ Night In

Elain Week, Day 3, Friends and Family

The rain was coming down hard and the General of the Night Court armies skipped over the puddles like a ballerina, throwing a suspicious glance, to make sure that he wasn’t seen. But the weather was atrocious and the street was empty.

He opened the wrought iron gate, jogged over the soaked cobblestone path and then knocked on the door. The wards around the townhouse remained impregnable, and he couldn’t just barge in. Now that Elain was living here full time, only she had additional permission to enter, though Mor’s has been pulled.

He heard a patter of steps and the door opened up.

“Oh shit!” Cassian the fearless General squeaked in fear, taking a step back. A monster!

“Evening Cass!”

“What the hel is on your face, petal?” he finally got his bearings back, but he was so shocked by her appearance, that he forgot to even greet her properly.

Elain was barefoot, her toes in some kind of weird contraption, which made them separate widely. Her face was black, and shiny. But charcoal black.

“It’s a charcoal mask,” she explained, looking at him in confusion. “Why are you here? Is Nesta alright?”

He was dripping water everywhere, the rain soaking his cloak and his massive figure was flooding everything around him on the porch.

“Ummm, come in then,” she invited, uncertainly lacing her voice. “But, can you,”

“Yeah, yeah,” he tore off the cloak and left it on the little bench on the porch, before entering the familiar confines of the townhome.

Not much has changed in the décor--same black marble fireplace, bookshelves, and even the furniture was the same, though Elain had upgraded to a new sofa. But there was also something different about the place too--fresh flowers in crystal vases, the smells of baking truly delectable, the scent of Elain’s delicate perfume. Certainly wasn’t the same as when a bachelor of a High Lord lived here.

Cassian removed his boots, prowling inside, and was stopped in his tracks.

Nuala and Cerridwen were on the rug, seated around the coffee table, which was laden with bottles of wine, a cheese and sausage spread, all kinds of biscuits and chocolates.

“Ladies,” he greeted the wraith twins. Nuala sported a blue mask on her face, while Cerridwen had the same as Elain. All three women were wearing pajamas. On the floor, there were a few magazines, half of them depicting male Fae in various states of undress.

Elain scrambled, when she noticed his amused look, and tried to push the magazines under the table. Her spread toes didn’t allow for a graceful, unnoticed movement and she failed.

The Handsome Fae of Velaris

Faebook for the Ladies

Males of FaeGram

One of the magazines was opened to an article titled ‘How to Make Him Give You the Orgasms of Your Life. Every Time’.

“I am intruding,” Cassian whispered, unable to stifle a smirk.

So that’s what these girls got to when they were alone.

“No, it’s alright,” Elain said, “we are having a girls’ night in.”

“I can tell...”

“How can we help you, Cassian?” Nuala inquired, sipping her wine, watching him squirming a bit.

“Umm...well,” he rubbed his wet hair and sprayed droplets everywhere, causing the women to shriek and throw pillows at him. “Sorry! Sorry!”

“Illyrian brute,” Cerridwen muttered under hear breath.

“I need a favour,” his voice turned pleading and Elain nodded. She went to the powder room, and brought him a towel, along with a male shirt. He took the shirt, puzzling over it--it didn’t look like one of Rhys’s tunics, though it was large, made for wings and definitely well-tailored. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve assumed it was Azriel’s! Haha, that was funny. Him wearing Azriel’s shirt...Though obviously it wasn’t Azriel’s, because why would it be?

He dried himself, while Nuala poured him a glass of wine, and all three females stilled a bit, breaths hitched, when he removed his sodden tunic and stood in front of them bare-chested.

Elain blushed, because she always blushed, which he found cute, and he noticed how Nuala bit her lower lip, as she watched him wipe himself and then tug on the new shirt. Hmmm, it fit him well. Also, smelled nice, of cedar and chilled night air.

He accepted the wine and then helped himself to the cheese and the bread.

“I have a cat,” he announced.

“A cat?” all three cooed, surprised.

“I found him in the library. And I love him,” he declared fiercely.

“Alright,” Elain sat beside the twins on the floor and pulled out the foamy things from between her toes. It dawned on Cassian that it was something connected to a pedicure. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but Nesta and Elain and Feyre always had their toes painted. It was pretty. And he liked it.

“But I need to...slowly...introduce him to Nesta,” he explained carefully.

“Yeah,” Elain nodded, well-aware of what he meant. “Really slowly.”

“Sooo,” he bubbled his lips. “Would you care for him for a bit?”

“I’ve never had a cat,” she reasoned, chewing inside of her lip.

“He is very easy! Just give him fish and milk--well, I give him cream--and I buy the fish at the market--but he is not needy or anything,”

“Cream?”

“Yes, he likes cream. A lot.”

“What’s his name?”

Cassian got very excited talking about his cat. Apparently, it was white and quite hefty, and he wanted to call him Smoochy, but then decided on Enalius. And it was the smartest cat in the world, because he read books (yeah, right!) and he didn’t catch mice. The General rambled for a good ten minutes about the cat, without pause. He drank more wine, relaxing into the armchair, and Elain offered him a small plate with more cheese and sausage slices.

Once he finally stopped talking, Nuala chuckled and then whispered something into Elain’s ear. Elain snorted and nodded.

“What?” he demanded.

“I’ll do it,” she said simply.

“You will?!?!” he cried out excitedly. “Excellent! Thank you, petal. I knew I could count on you!”

“But,” she raised her finger. “Under one condition...”

>>>

Cassian was spread out on the floor, Cerridwen seated on his hips, her hands massaging his huge shoulders. He was oiled up like one of those hunky Fae males in the magazines that the girls were looking at.

“He is totally flexing!” Cassian complained, leafing through the magazines, looking at the buff models with bulging muscles, “and they are all oiled up!”

“So are you, big boy,” Nuala laughed.

Cassian was currently sporting a green mask on his face, with black undereye patches ‘to remove wrinkles’ as Elain explained, though he had no wrinkles because he was Fae.

Elain was lotioning up his rough, calloused hands, and damn if that didn’t feel nice on his fingers and palms. Cerridwen was massaging his back and Nuala was berating him for his dry skin, and lack of moisturizing, and something else that he couldn’t even discern. Exfoliation or something?

He was drinking a weird green drink that they had made for him, which looked awful but tasted pretty good. Like salad.

He was enjoying himself, and the girls seemed to be enjoying it too, even if he crashed their party. But the fact that he was now bare from the waist up didn’t seem to bother them at all.

“What in the blasting hel...”

His brother’s amused, condescending voice and tone jolted Cassian out of his pontification about what the male models were lacking.

“Shit!” Cassian jumped up, almost tossing Cerridwen aside, and catching her at the last moment.

“What are you doing?!” Azriel was standing in the foyer, arms crossed, observing the scene with mirth in his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you are having a spa evening and wearing a facial mask...But that couldn’t be right? Right?”

“What are you doing here?!” Cassian demanded suspiciously.

“I just dropped by,”

“Well, so did I!” Cassian snapped defensively.

“No, no, by all means,” Az made a wide sweep with his arm. “Please continue.”

“Ugh, whatever. I gotta go anyway!”

Elain pouted and shot daggers at Azriel, saying, “it’s raining! You don’t need to go out now, Cass.”

“It’s alright, petal. It’s time to go. I’ll bring Enalius tomorrow,”

She nodded, while Azriel was laughing silently, watching Cass wipe the oil off his torso and put his shirt on.

“It’s okay, Cass. I don’t want to ruin your complexion,” Azriel told him and extended his hand to him. “I’ll winnow you home.”

“I’ll never live this down, will I?” Cassian groaned, scrubbing his face.

“Not for a while,” Az nodded sagely.

“Don’t tell Mor!” genuine fear sparked in the General’s eyes.

“I’ll consider it.”

After Azriel dropped his brother at the House of Wind, Cassian tiptoed into the bathroom, to wash off the remnants of his face mask and the oil. As he stepped into the bath, a thought occurred to him. How did Azriel winnow into the townhouse if he didn’t have permission?

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dottielovegood · 2 years

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Tarte au citron (elriel)

My contribution to Elain Archeron Week. Read the fic here on AO3 (I will not be posting it to tumblr) _________________________________________

Prompt: Hobbies Word count: 12.136 CW: Explicit sexual content. This fic takes place two months after Pretty Little Angel.

Summary: Elain wants to play a little game with Azriel and decides to tie him up and make him watch her while she bakes a lemon tart (while wearing nothing but lingerie).

Azriel is not a big fan of not being in control.

This fic contains: rope, baking, spatulas, dirty talk and two kinds of pie.

(Also, if you follow the recipe in the fic, you will actually end up with a wonderful french lemon tart)

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casuallivi · 2 years

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Skin to Skin

Elain Archeron Week 2022. Day 4. Romance - more Elriel Version

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vanserrass · 2 years

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@elainarcheronweek day 3: friends & family

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

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 2 years

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The Heart of a Wanderer: Letters

A collection of letters from Elain to her family throughout her travels across Prythian. Set in my THOAW universe.

Elain Week Day Five: travel & adventure

Dear Nesta,

I hope you are well and have continued your training with the Valkyries. I am writing to you from the sandy shores of Adriata, where I’m almost certain I’ve eaten my body weight in gelato. It really is beautiful here but so odd that it is eternal summer, all year round! It would have been splendid back when we were human, the winters always were the hardest.

Sometimes I sit and think about how far we have come from our little cottage in the mortal lands. How drab even the most magnificent of manors below the wall now seems. I wonder if I would have ever been granted the opportunity to travel and see all the wonderful things I’ve seen if I had wed a human Lord’s son. Thank the Mother I didn’t.

I have just arrived at the Summer Court after travelling through Day for longer than I had anticipated. Helion was kind enough to escort me here on his golden chariot pulled by his Pegasus— such a stunning creature! He claimed he needed to consult with Tarquin about some business or another, but I think he just wanted to show off his magnificent Meallan. But I think you would love it there. Helion has a great number of libraries, they’re far beyond anything I have ever seen! I fear if you ever visit, we may never see you again! We’d surely lose you to the labyrinth of books Helion houses in his court.

But Adriata really is lovely, it’s such a shame Cassian isn’t allowed back here. I would have loved to spend family holidays on the beach. Perhaps I can convince Varian to speak to Tarquin to have him consider rescinding the order on Cassian’s banishment? He does seem like a truly charming male.

How is Cassian, by the way? I know it is spring time back home. Please remind him that I made extra batches of the herbal tincture for his allergies before I left, the vials are in the far-right cabinet of the kitchen at Feyre’s. Just three drops in his morning coffee will do.

Anyway, I’m sending a few books I found whilst perusing the Day markets alongside this letter, I hope you enjoy them. One of them is rather scandalous!

All my love,

Elain.

P.S. Tell Cassian not to bother trying to replacing any pots he may break in my garden. I’ll know.

My Dearest Feyre,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And Happy Solstice to everyone back home. I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you for your special day, but I know Rhys will have planned plenty of special surprises for you! I’m spending the Winter Solstice with Vivian and Kallias. They have been so gracious, showing me around their Winter palace and the grounds beyond. I’ll have to remember to write to Morrigan and thank her for her good word to them on my behalf.

The sleighs here are pulled by darling creatures, bears and wolves and reindeer! And they wear adorable little vests! Can you believe it? They are so clever! I think when I return to Velaris, I’d like a pet.

Everything here looks like a sparkling, diamond wonderland. It truly is breathtaking, particularly at sunrise when the light reflects off the ice just so. I do miss the flowers, however. Everything here is all covered in snow.

How is my precious Nyx? I hope he is sleeping better these days and not keeping you up too often at night. Although if he’s anything like his father, it would possibly be his favourite time of the day and wouldn’t want to miss seeing the stars.

I sent my Solstice gifts to Rhysand last week to add to the pile for hiding. I hope the little onesies I sent Nyx still fit him, I managed to find a style in the Dawn Court that have little openings for wings! You cannot imagine how difficult it has been to find them, considering there are so many winged fae in the world.

Well, dear sister, I must leave you for now. But give a big kiss to Nyx from his aunty Lain and send my love to everyone back home. I miss you today, more than ever.

Love always,

Elain

Nuala & Cerridwen,

Well, you were indeed correct about the Dawn Court. The loveliest sunrises have been here so far! And the palace on the Eastern shore faces out toward the Continent. On clear days I swear I can almost see across the entire expanse of ocean to the lands on the other side. With any luck, I’ll be heading there by ship soon.

But I wanted to let you both know about a vision I had. I am unsure if it means anything but just in case it is of importance to Az the network, I thought I should let you know. I saw an autumn leaf wither and fall to the earth, I saw a giant hound’s paw crushing it, mincing it further into the dirt. I then saw the silhouette of a female running. However, she didn’t seem to be fleeing, but rather…flying? As if finally set free.

I have thoughts about what these images could mean, but in case of unwelcome interceptions of this letter, I shall not put into words my deductions. I know you both will understand my meaning.

I miss you both terribly. Thesan’s scullery maid taught me a new recipe for braided lavender bread! We’ll have to trial it out once I’m back home. I have it written down on a card in my knapsack.

Stay safe and look after one another,

Elain xo

Rhysand,

How are you, dear brother? I hope my sister and nephew have kept you smiling, and all is well in Velaris.

I am currently in the human realm below the wall. I will only be spending a few days with Queen Vassa and her court before sailing off to the Continent. However, as requested, I journeyed through the Spring Court on my travels here.

As you suspected, the beastly High Lord has still not emerged from his self-inflicted ostracism and his lands fall into further disarray. I am afraid your visits thus far with him have been fruitless.

I didn’t go searching for him, as promised, but murmurings on the roads travelled led me to believe that his people have lost faith in his leadership. They fear infiltration from bordering Courts as well as enemies from across the seas. There are now whisperings of assembling guerrilla groups of local fae for protection against such invasions.

I truly hope it doesn’t come to that. And if it does, I hope we can provide refuge for as many faeries that reside in his lands as we can.

Take care please, Rhys. And until I return, enjoy winning the family chess tournaments. We all know who the real Inner Circle chess champion is. Enjoy your reign while it lasts, old man.

Sending all my love,

Elain

Oh! P.S. If Nyx is particularly fussy in the next few weeks it will be a little growth spurt in his wings. I have a special salve that will relieve the ache. Cassian and Azriel usually fight over it- ask one of them where they would have left it. Ahh the perks of being an all-knowing Seer.

Darling Morrigan,

Thank you for putting in a kind word with Kallias and Vivian for me. The Solstice I spent with them was truly magical. They send their regards, as does Vivian’s sister.

They introduced me to a drink, a Winter Court specialty, they claimed. It is made with whiskey, a cinnamon quill, orange slices and honey. It’s delightfully warming. They also told me you were the curator of such a drink many many years ago. And that you all went on a spree of sorts after imbibing in one too many of them in your youths… Why Morrigan, I never saw you for one to place bets on sleigh races! Remind me to ask you of your adventures when I return. I feel as if I have centuries to catch up on.

I plan to travel to the mortal lands soon, and then onto Montesere and then Vallahan. If you are still visiting on the Continent for your duties as emissary and find yourself there in the coming weeks, perhaps we could see each other.

Anyway, I should be on my way. I hope Amren hasn’t been too cranky of late, I left Summer only a few days ago and Varian mentioned he had been extremely busy the last couple months. She can get quite scary when he isn’t around, don’t you think?

Miss you all.

Elain

Elain,

The past months have not been the same without you. I thought avoiding you would be best, but in truth it’s been complete anguish.

I miss your warm smile, your long hair that I find everywhere even after your gone, the soft lullaby’s you hum to Nyx, the adorable way your nose scrunches when you berate Cassian when his wings knock over your potted flowers. I miss your sweet laugh and your enchanting scent. I found jasmine oils in the Palace of Hoof and Leaf and have been adding them into my bath each morning. It is said jasmine has a relaxing effect on the mind. It’s not the same, but it helps me feel a little closer to you.

My shadows intercepted all the letters you sent to our family. And I noticed that I was absent from all of them. Do you truly not think of me?

I know I hurt you, I should never have never left you that night, but—

Azriel groaned, crumpling up the parchment in his hands. The scars on the back on his palms stretching as he closed his fist around the umpteenth letter he had attempted to write to Elain. All undelivered. All now reduced to ash in his fireplace. The same fate this one would meet too, no doubt.

She’d left months and months ago. And all their family had received numerous correspondence about her adventures throughout her travels. But not him. She hadn’t written to him once.

He couldn’t blame her.

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair and tossing the unfinished letter across the room into the crackling hearth. Gods, he missed her. The ache around his heart coiled tighter, leaving an empty feeling in his belly.

He slumped heavily into the chair behind his desk.

Come home Elain, he pleaded silently.

Just, come home.

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