#the winter court

[animezinglife]

Elain visiting the Winter Court

#acotar #elain archeron #elain visits #aesthetics #winter court aesthetic #the winter court #winter #winter cottagecore #pastels #a court of thorns and roses #acotar aesthetics #sarah j maas #sjm

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Upon A Midnight Clear // A Viviane + Kallias Story by ehoney

Winter Court Attire

#the winter court #acotar #acotar lore #acotar aesthetic

[velidewrites]

Moodboard Requests || KALLIAS & VIVIANE

For @moononastring

#kallias x viviane #kallias acotar #viviane acotar #the winter court #acotar moodboard #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #moodboardrequests

[mossytrashcan]

reuploading because I made it better. vivi for the vivi god @queercontrarian 🤍❄️🦭

#acotar #viviane acotar #the winter court #kallias #what’s his damn tag #kallias acotar #sage’s art tag #art

[spidersmiceandeverythingnice]

Actually I think Kalias and Vivienne trying for a child immediately despite the tremendous grief of the twenty four (!!) sets of parents who lost children because of Rhysand Amarantha's other secret daemati- is justified.

They're a young fae couple, and Kalias has not been High Lord for very long if what we can gather from the limited information in the text is true. He's now coming into his full powers in a Court that is thoroughly demoralized and shredded - except that he had Vivienne.

Vivienne, the heroine of Winter, who managed to safeguard one single town from Amarantha.

Imagine that - a young High Lord, his heroic new bride. They lead their people through an invasion, and at last - at LONG, long last - they have peace. What can they do to show their Court that life will go on after all that theyve suffered?

They bring a new life into Winter. A child, an heir: Proof that the line will continue, that hope will spring eternal.

#acotar #kalias x vivienne #the winter court #sjm critical #high lord kallias

[slinkywhat]

AI-generated illustrations of Prythia and other locations from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

The Night Court, Velaris, the House of Wind

The Spring Court, Tamlin's manor

The Summer Court, Adriata, Tarquin's palace

The Autumn Court

The Winter Court

The Dawn Court

The Day Court

Illyria

The Archeron Manor in the mortal lands

The Hewn City, Court of Nightmares

The Night Court prison

The Library at the House of Wind

#acotar #acotar fanart #prythian #a court of thorns and roses #the night court #velaris #the house of wind #the spring court #the summer court #the autumn court #the winter court #the dawn court #the day court #illyrian #archeron sisters #hewn city #court of nightmares #sjm books #sjmaas #ai art #ai artwork #ai generated #ai image

[kolwyntjie]

High Lord Kallias & the Lady Viviane, of the Winter Court

#Acotar #sjm #acotar art #bookblr #book tumblr #book art #book fanart #a court of thorns and roses #the winter court #kallias #High Lord Kallias #Viviane #fanart #fantasy art #illustration #acotar fanart #procreate #listen #I was in a wintery mood and thought #let's give Kallias and Viviane some love #honestly I really hope to see more of them!! #Also I loved doing her dress but #I have possibly discovered the worst thing in the world to paint! #FUR #FUR MY BELOATHED #FUR MY ONE TRUE ENEMY #anyway I know canonically they wear more furs but uh #I had to protect my santiy #sorry #have lots of diamonds and glitter instead!!

[crazypaperwasteland]

The Metallic Scent of Blood

Summary: Azriel’s mate, a spy of the Night Court, comes back home, injured and dying. Azriel is faced with the fear of losing her and vows that if she survives, he will protect her for all of eternity. He is also confronted with the notion that Eris might be more than the asshole that Azriel thought he was.

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of being able to see internal organs, Azriel panicking

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

Azriel’s POV,

I sat in the garden with Elain while she planted her flowers, a common occurrence. I knew it worried my friends that I was getting close to her. In reality, I wasn’t getting close to her, not in the way they thought. Elain was just quiet, and that calm amongst every thought in my head was comforting. It had been months since I’d seen my mate, the one that none of my friends knew was mine. 

(Y/N) was always very private about her personal life, as one of my spies, I wasn’t all too surprised when I first met her. But she was so good at hiding things that even I could barely find anything out about her. I knew that she was born in a wealthy household, I knew her father was a prick and her mother was very docile and non confrontational, hence why she married the prick. I also knew that she was from the Winter Court. That had been about all I could dig up about her because of how well she’d covered her tracks. 

I was also a spy, so I knew the importance of privacy, and I knew just how to keep information locked away so well that no one would ever find it in a thousand years, more than that. When I found out she was my mate, when I told her, it took some time, but she accepted. She, however, made it clear that when she cooked for me, it would not be in the middle of another damned war. She explained that it would distract both of us more than it already would, and she wanted it kept secret for as long as possible. She neglected to tell me why, and I didn’t ask. 

I, admittedly, did not foresee that she would be leaving though. She volunteered to go. All the spies I had in the Spring Court before it closed its borders had turned up both blind and deaf on the doorstep of the Court of Nightmares. (Y/N) was the best of the best though, a close second to my skill when it came to spying. I’d also taught her a few tricks to spying before she left to ensure that she wouldn’t end up like the others. 

And for months, I got reports back. She was doing fine, even if she was very isolated from other people. She’d been the only spy I had who had been able to make it into the Spring Court unscathed and stayed that way. 

So when I sat in the garden with Elain for the millionth time, I never expected that the metallic scent of blood would hit my nose. My initial reaction was that it was that Elain had just hurt herself, “Elain, are you alright?”  

“Yes, why do you ask?” Her voice a mere whisper. 

Then I heard a heavy crash from behind me. I turned, my hand on the hilt of Truth-Teller, ready to draw it at any moment. But then I saw the source of the crash. My breath caught. 

There was my mate, the one I thought was perfectly well and safe in the Spring Court. Laying halfway on a rose bush, on her side, clutching an arm over her bleeding stomach. Her face was covered in scratches, all over. Elain gasped and I heard her stand from her kneeling position by her flowers. 

I raced over once I shook myself from my daze and kneeled down beside (Y/N). I took her bleeding face in my hands, her eyes were open just a smidge. “(Y/N),” I breathed, “what happened?” She coughed, blood sputtering from her mouth and across her lips while trying to take a breath in. 

I picked her up off the floor and sprinted through the house, “Rhys!” I made it into the living room where Rhys was with Cassian, trying to walk him through using his wings again after they were newly healed. “Get Madja. Now.” Rhys’s eyes landed on (Y/N)’s face and widened, he disappeared, having winnowed. 

I laid (Y/N) down on the couch, not caring about the blood. I pressed down on the wound on her stomach with my own hands, she jerked at the pain, clutching at my wrists as if she would try to pull them away. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I pressed down harder as she weakly pulled at my wrists. “This is the only way I can keep you alive, okay? I need you to let me.”

Cassian came over, “let me.” He pulled my hands away and pressed down with his own, (Y/N) struggled only harder against his grip. I lifted her head up and placed it in my lap, ran my bloodsoaked fingers through her hair. Cassian lifted his head to lock eyes with me. He seemed to understand when he looked at me. He knew what I’d kept from him, from everyone. “We won’t let her die, okay?” I nodded, my eyes going back down to her face as unconsciousness weighed heavy on her. 

“Hey,” I lifted her chin up and her eyes fell on mine again, “you keep fighting, okay? It’s not your time yet, you just have to wait a bit longer. Okay, sweetheart?” She breathed in a shuddering breath, nodding once, twice. “I need you to tell me exactly what happened, can you do that?” It was a weak attempt at getting her to stay awake, and probably wouldn’t help her emotionally. 

She breathed in a deep breath through her nose before attempting to talk. “Hybern soldiers,” she cleared her throat, her voice hoarse, like she’d been screaming. “I’ve been keeping an eye on the-” ragged cough- “High Lady. She tried to leave the Spring Court this morning, but she was caught by,” blood sputtered onto her lips again, I wiped it away. Her eyes started to droop, my heart was beating harshly against my ribcage, panic seizing me. “She was caught by the King of Hybern’s niece and nephew. She killed them, her and Lucien Vanserra escaped the Spring Court together. But Hybern soldiers were hot on their tails, so I trailed them.”

“That’s good, you’re doing so good, baby,” I praised, my hands shaky as I weaved them through her hair. “What happened next?”

“I followed them, until the Vanserra boy’s brothers found them,” my heart stopped dead. “I incapacitated two of them, they’re still alive, or they were. But the oldest, Eris-” when she coughed next, blood shot into the air in an arch. Cassian pressed down harder on her stomach, but she didn’t wince again, she didn’t even seem to notice. “Eris snuck up on me, I hadn’t seen him traveling with his brothers. We fought, but he managed to get some bindings around my wrists and then stabbed me. I only got away because he was distracted by Lucien and Feyre.” 

Madja and Rhysand reappeared, Madja rushed over and pushed Cassian out of the way. Her breath hitched at the sight of all the blood, the deep wound that was so gruesome you could see (Y/N)’s insides. “You need to leave, Shadowsinger.”

“No,” I growled, my territorial urges surfacing. 

“If you want her to live, you will leave.”

I was not inclined to comply, until Rhysand and Cassian dragged me out, I fought as hard as I could, but they winnowed me out and far away. 

Hours later, when we heard from Madja again, I immediately flew back to the House. I could still smell her blood, it was all over me, all over Cassian, on the couch. But the freshest of it was coming from my room. I rushed in and found her lying on the bed, staring blankly at the walls before I walked in. 

Her eyes found me and I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I kneeled down beside the bed and took one of her hands in my own, “I really thought-” 

“Shh, it’s alright, I know,” she ran her free hand through my hair slowly, a sharp intake of breath at the movement. I took her hand out of my hair and placed it in a resting position, I didn’t want her in any pain if I could help it. “Madja made me drink a potion that dulls pain, it should kick in pretty soon if she is to be trusted.”

I gulped, “sweetheart, what you did for Feyre-”

“I knew there was danger, Az,” she stated, “I knew that I could get hurt, I’ve known for months. But I also knew that she is my High Lady and it’s my duty to protect her. Eris just got the jump on me.”

“He could have killed you,” I growled, anger pulsing. I would find Eris and I would rip the life out of him when I got my hands on him. “He nearly did.”

“He didn’t,” she told me. “Az, I don’t think he wanted to kill me.” Her voice got quieter, as if she was unsure of herself. I furrowed my brow at her statement, “Madja said that he narrowly missed all of my vital organs, someone as experienced as him could have gone straight for the kill. He had the chance, he could have slit my throat, put a dagger through my eye or my heart, but he didn’t. And I remember….” she swallowed, “he hesitated before he stabbed me.”

I shoved that bit of information down for the moment, I’d have to tell Rhysand later, but I just wanted to be with her at that moment. “Okay, I believe you.” My knees ached on the hardwood flooring as I kneeled, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. For the first time in months, my mate was right there. She was within my reach, and I had no intention of letting her go again. Ever. I kissed the hand I held and silently vowed that I’d never allow harm to come to her again, for as long as there was breath in my lungs.

#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #rhysand #feyre archeron #the night court #the winter court #the autumn court #the spring court #azriel angst #cassian #nesta #elain archeron #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of silver flames

[blacksgarden]

Ah- honestly, I'm extroverted... But hey, the quiz was fun! And very accurate. I have no idea if I settled the winter vibes on my avatar though 😭😭😭

Npt: the queen of fairies herself, @somewereinthegalaxi, @msblacklupin, @chronicintrovertt and last but not least, @🫵(the person behind the screen... Yup, you!)

#start a chain #doll divine #uquiz #fairycore #@🫵 #the winter court #winter fairy

[ofduskanddreams]

❄️ Kallias ❄️

new art by @madschofield link to insta post here

#kallias #high lord kallias #winter court #the winter court #acotar #acotar fanart #kallias acotar

[ae-neon]

The Winter Court

In canon, Winter is one of the courts that rebelled the longest. The frozen tundra is almost impossible to navigate for outsiders.

For the Rewrite, almost no current living HL was alive for the first War.

The High Lady during that time, sunk most of the court in order to hide her citizens from Amarantha, saving many lives but sacrificing many as well.

They inverted their lives and built cities on the underside of the frozen surface.

The merlings of Winter are rare, longer lived than even the high Fae and are the size of whales.

Like most courts there is a mountain which used to hold religious and mythological significance. The seat of the HL is placed on a cliff and known as the Mountain Home.

It is said that the Fae of Winter once worshiped Death, believing the mother rested in the dark depths of their waters and made sacrifices to her from the top of their cliffs.

In modern times, they are believed to have the lowest population and only about 1/5th of the Court lives on land.

I'm thinking of making Viviane the HL (a young one, like Tarquin) and that Kallias was a powerful enough high Fae to go UtM in her place. The people of Winter being extremely loyal, they hid her existence to protect her.

#the winter court #acotar : the rewrite

[animezinglife]

A Dance in Winter

While visiting the Winter Court leading up to Solstice, Elain and Lucien find some time alone.

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Smut-but-Sweet Post-canon Elucien ficlet. Read the full fic on AO3. I don't want to get flagged here. Special shout-out to @lucienarcheron for her continued support!

            Elain isn’t sure she’ll ever get used to the extravagance of Fae parties. When she’d first begun to attend them again–in the Night Court at Feyre’s and Nesta’s sides–she’d clung to any similarities she could find in the festivities to what they’d celebrated in the human lands. Flowers and lights; food and decor. Like Nesta had eventually done as she’d adjusted to their new life, she had clung to the music too. Fae music itself wasn’t so strange, she’d realized, and she supposed most dances shared similarities to the ones she’d enjoyed in her old life, too.

            Presently, though, she fidgets with the sleeve of her dress as she takes in the sparkling room around her. Kallias and Viviane have spared no expense, and as she stands amidst it all, the splendor is intoxicating. It’s as if their palace itself is carved entirely from ice and crystal; every ray of light glistening off one edge of the room to the other as small, glimmering illusions of snowflakes twinkle overhead. Despite its near-frozen appearance, the room is warm, and Elain feels a prickle of heat at the base of her neck as she scans the crowd. The room is filled with both High Fae and Lesser Fae, all laughing and dancing and drinking together under the winter light.

            She feels him approach before she sees him, and even in this extravagant ballroom, he stands out: that strange mix of courtly elegance and rakishness, those mismatched eyes of russet and mechanical gold...

[Continue reading on AO3]

#acotar #elucien #elucien fic #elucien fics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #elain archeron x lucien vanserra #winter court #the winter court #kallias #viviane #kallias x viviane #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fics #lucien x elain #wyseinkworks

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Upon A Midnight Clear // A Viviane + Kallias Story by ehoney

Chapter 1: Frostnip

#acotar fanfiction #Viviane x Kallias #the winter court #acotar #friends to lovers

[velidewrites]

A Court of Thorns and Roses Locations

⤷ THE WINTER COURT

For @iambutmortal

#acotarlocations #the winter court #winter court #kallias acotar #viviane acotar #kallias x viviane #acotar moodboard #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #sjm

[hollyvorpahl]

I got this wonderful piece of my main characters, Marian and Lord Athello of Winter, done by @pembroke It came out so lovely and I wanted to share it. I can't wait to get more of these two together and other characters! Thank you so much!!!

#commissioned art #creative writing #original character #main character #fantasy romance #faeries #the winter court

[thestarswholisten]

I tried to suggest she stay at home, but she threatened to freeze my balls off.

#acowaredit #vivianeedit #sjmedit #acotarseriesedit #acowar #viviane #the winter court #book: acowar #ch: viviane #mine: book #*mine