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violetasteracademic · 5 months

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Master list here if you'd like to read the entire fic Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow, or just enjoy this spicy scene that is perfect for this week's @elriel-month prompt! (there will be some spoilers and missing build up/context for the fic but live your life babes)

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If You Won't Touch Me

Chapter 4: Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow

Word Count: 3,625

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Orgasm control, orgasm edging, light bondage

Elain

Elain knew Azriel was watching her the entire way home. The winged hound trotted alongside her, and it only made her even angrier how positively precious it was. His tail wiggled as he walked, adorably over-sized eyes peering up at her every so often. Jagged little shadow teeth ready to snap at so much as a bug that dared to fly too close to her. She half wanted to pet him.

I’m not going to touch you, Elain. Not with my hands. Not with my mouth. Not with my tongue or my teeth. Not until you decide that I am the only one who will have the privilege of doing so.

She began to shiver again, and it had nothing to do with the cold. Azriel knew exactly what he was doing. How he affected her. He had to know she was bluffing about calling for Lucien… He had to know he was the only one she wanted. And still he refused her until she could admit it. Until she could promise he’d be the last male to ever touch her. Prick. What an absolute prick.

She’d almost told him that was already the plan, that she could never think twice about another male after him. But he decided to play games, and she didn’t want to let him win. To give him the satisfaction of knowing she came running after him, ready to offer whatever he asked for. Once again, she had exposed herself. Presented her body to him like a damn cake platter and he still turned away.

She almost went down that dark road again, nearly losing herself to the madness of questioning her own sanity when it came to Azriel, but… he had exposed himself tonight too, hadn’t he? Even if you are not my mate, Elain Archeron, somehow I am yours. She tilted her head up to the stars and took a deep breath. Reminding herself of the things he said, and how she felt the truth of them deep in her bones. It was real. It was always real.

She was here. In Velaris. Walking home under the starlight with Azriel’s shadowhound at her feet. She had very little doubt that Azriel himself was trailing nearby, keeping to the shadows.

He thought he was her mate, even if she was someone else’s. She didn’t care about any of that. The mating bond meant nothing to her, less than nothing. She didn’t need such a bond to know she could want him forever. But… it seemed to mean something to him. It seemed to mean a great deal to everyone except her. She had been Fae for well over a year now, but she still struggled to make sense of how archaic it all was. The human lands weren’t that much better in how they valued women. It was clear to her now that Grayson likely only wanted her for her dowry. But if she wanted to say no to him, she could have. He’d have had no grounds to go to war or kill over it. It was always her choice.

She made it back to the townhouse and saw Nuala and Cerridwen waiting quietly in the shadows. Azriel must have sent for them. They each gave a slight tilt of their heads in question. Elain only shook her head and extended her arms, letting them shadow-walk her into her room undetected. Rhys and Feyre were blessedly only here for one more night before they were to return to the river house and resume their High Lord and High Lady duties full time after a long Solstice break. Longer than usual, due to Feyre’s pregnancy.

“We’ll be here if you need us,” Nuala offered before giving her arms a gentle squeeze. Elain nodded graciously, but did not request that they stay. She needed to be alone.

Her skin was still flushed after she removed her coat. In fact, she was burning up. Gods, had she come down with a fever from walking around in the cold? She didn’t feel sick, just… hot. Hot all over. Rage and frustration and need sunk so deep beneath her skin she thought she might lose her mind.

I won’t touch you.

Fine. That was just fine. He wanted to play games? Maybe it was time for Azriel to learn what it felt like for her to take back control. To make him putty in her hands for once. She walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open. She could see where Azriel’s cluster of shadows hid in the dark corners of the garden. Watching. Listening. There was no doubt in her mind he was there. That he’d stay until he saw the lights go out, and a long while after that to make sure she was safe. She unlatched the window and pushed it open. The shadows perked up at the motion and began slithering up the walls.

He had no idea what he was in for.

She kept the dim faelights glowing and waited until she could sense the presence of Azriel and his shadows at the window. She twisted her hair around her wrist, pinning it atop her head to expose her neck. She slowly pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor, leaving nothing but sheer underthings and her thigh high stockings behind. She went to unclasp her bra when she felt hands made of shadow wrap around her wrists.

Elain. She heard the shadows whisper into her mind. Azriel. Talking to her in the way only she could hear. Not the daemati powers that Feyre and Rhys shared with each other. But… something else.

What? She sent back, shrugging innocently as the shadows swarmed around her.

Is there a reason you flung your window open to the freezing cold and started undressing for all to see?

My room is feeling a little too warm. I needed fresh air. And not everyone can see me, Azriel. She reached for the back of her bra again. She wasn’t stopped this time. Only you.

In an instant, her window slid closed and the curtains drew shut. Azriel, or the outline of his form wreathed in shadow, kept to the corner of the room.

“What are you doing,” Azriel asked. No amusement in his voice.

She lost no confidence. He had already shown his hand, coming into her room in the blink of an eye just knowing she was undressing. He could have stayed at the apartment. Kept his shadows quiet in the garden. But he was here.

“You won’t touch me. So I have to take care of it myself.” She dropped her bra to the floor. Azriel’s shadows guttered. “Is there a problem? I don’t recall that being against your rules.” She slid her panties down to her ankles and gingerly stepped out of them. She had to stop herself from grinning as Azriel finally stepped out of the shadows, his hands white knuckled at his side.

She reached to start rolling down her stockings when shadows shot for her hands again.

“Wait,” Azriel whispered, his voice thick and dark. “Don’t take those off.”

She looked down at herself, stripped completely naked save for the stockings. Clarity set her skin on fire.

“You like the way these look, shadowsinger?” She asked sweetly.

Azriel didn’t speak. He only nodded.

“Very well, then.” Elain turned her back to him, taking a slow stride to the bed and swishing her hips more generously than was entirely necessary.

She crawled onto the bed, exposing her entire backside to him. She heard him mutter a low stream of curses and she bit her lip before propping herself up against the pillows and letting her legs fall open.

She was already slick between her thighs. The sheer sight of Azriel hardening through his pants and clenching his fists so hard he was shaking nearly sent her over the edge. She had spent her entire life being made to feel like the only thing about her that was worth anything was her beauty. But no one, no one had ever looked at her the way Azriel looked at her. From that very first moment, she felt as if he saw past her skin and into her soul. And while Lucien occasionally looked at her like he wanted her, falling prey to the call of the mating bond, Azriel looked at her like he would die if he couldn’t have her. It scared her, how mutual that feeling was. But it also made her brave.

“Where would you start, shadowsinger? If touching me wasn’t against your rules.” She smiled coyly.

Her smugness evaporated when Azriel sent out a wisp of shadow to clasp around her wrist. Her mouth fell open, and he guided her bound hand up to her lips, pushing her fingers inside.

“Suck,” Azriel ordered.

Elain gushed as she obeyed.

One point to Azriel. Oh gods. That fast, she was going to lose this game tonight.

Her chest was already heaving as he used his shadows to slide her wet fingers down to her peaked nipples.

“I’d start here,” Azriel said. Calm. He was too calm. And Elain was already writhing as she flicked her fingers over the sensitive spot Azriel had guided her to, drawing tight circles around her nipples until they were sharp as cut diamonds.

“You’re breaking the rules,” she panted, but there was very little fight in it.

His expression didn’t change at all as he led her fingers down her sternum, her stomach.

“Am I?” His eyes glittered, full of filthy menace as he said, “I believe I said I wouldn’t touch you with my hands, my mouth, tongue, or teeth.” That damn half grin began to grace his wicked lips. “I don’t recall saying anything about my shadows.”

Elain nearly arced clean off the bed as he sent another tendril out for her free hand and pinned it over her head. He slid the hand on her stomach a little farther down, but not far enough. Elain’s hips bucked, and she desperately tried to push through the shadows. To press her fingers exactly where she needed them.

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, flicking his gaze to where he had her wrist pinned.

“Yes,” she whispered. She watched his cock almost rip the front seam of his pants when she said, “Harder.”

She loved the feeling of being restrained. Of him controlling every inch of her body. Her touch. It helped her to focus and simultaneously lose herself entirely. She didn’t want to be treated like a glass vase.

She had no idea how to express that a little pain sometimes felt so good, but she didn’t have to explain herself to Azriel. There was no judgment in his hungry gaze, only understanding. His eyes lit with unrestrained desire as the grip on her tightened, and her hips lifted in response. He dragged her fingers lower, right where she needed them. He only let her manage a few strokes before he pulled her hand away. Elain whined in frustration.

“Azriel,” she breathed. She tried to lower the hand he had pressed just above the apex of her thighs, but she couldn’t budge. “Please.”

He pushed himself off the wall and stalked to the edge of the bed.

“Please what?” Another tendril slid across her, this one pinning her hips down and stopping her writhing and thrusting. She tried to rub her thighs together, desperate for friction, only to feel her ankles yank apart. Her legs spread to each corner of the bed and held firm. Oh, she was gong to absolutely ruin him when she had the chance. He wasn’t the only one who had restraints at their disposal.

“Please, Azriel. I need to, I need…” she babbled, but couldn’t finish as more shadows swarmed, sliding over every inch of her. They ghosted over her nipples, swept along the curve of her nape. They slid into her hair and gave a sharp tug. Elain bit her lip to keep from crying out. “Please let me touch myself,” she begged.

“Can you be quiet?” Azriel’s eyes were roving over her. At the black threads keeping her restrained. It only made her wetter. His eyes glazed over as they traveled, drinking in the sight of her bare skin wreathed in his shadows. His gaze snagged at the swollen bud between her spread open legs. She was aching and throbbing and soaking the sheets. She couldn’t withstand it much longer.

“I’ll be quiet,” Elain nodded furiously.

As if he saw straight through the lie, he enveloped them in a brilliant cobalt shield. She felt the quiet settle over her, the blue glow casting her skin in a radiant hue and the world outside of their little bubble completely cut off. She loosed a sigh of relief.

Azriel got down on his knees at the edge of the bed, nostrils flaring as he came eye level with Elain’s slick and pulsing center. She pushed and pushed against her bonds, but he held her down tightly. Watching him drink in the sight and the scent of her only made her more needy. She was going to burst out of her skin.

He moved her fingers lower again, letting her just brush over her clit. So light and teasing she wanted to scream from the lack of friction.

“Please,” she cried. She was moments away from tears pricking her eyes, that’s how desperate she was for release.

“Since you asked so politely,” he slowly snaked a shadow clean up her center. She gasped as it continued a slow, torturous trail up her body. Over her breasts. Lightly gripping around her neck. With one final cool grin, Azriel released his hold on her. She didn’t even bother to consider what she looked like or if her body was displayed in a beautiful way as she plunged her fingers down between her thighs. She lost herself completely, riding harder than she ever had before and grabbing at her breasts with her free hand.

“Azriel,” she panted, too lost in the sensation to feel ashamed or embarrassed by him watching her. She dragged her fingers in and out, pressing her palm hard against her clit as she pumped. She had done this so many times. Had thought of no one but Azriel for over a year. But to feel the phantom touch of his shadows lingering on her skin, to breathe in his cedar and night chilled mist scent while she touched herself… it was beyond any fantasy she could have imagined.

She was close. She wasn’t sure how such a thing could be possible, but she felt as though she could have come just from the grip of Azriel’s shadows, the sight of him watching her, controlling where she could touch. She had never teased herself like that. Had never pushed herself to the limits of sanity, riding the edge of need and being denied what she wanted. She hated it. And she loved it. Her mouth fell open and she moaned, thrusting her hips harder into her hand. She cried out, panting as Azriel sent his shadows roving back over her, skating across every inch of her skin. Tracing the sensitive inside of her thigh, swirling around her nipples that were so hard now they could cut glass. They threaded through her hair, gently tugging at her scalp, and she shattered.

Stars blinked across her vision as her climax crashed over her in wave after wave. She kept riding, kept moving and losing herself to the feel of her orgasm and Azriel’s shadows until it hurt, until she she was too sensitive, and collapsed on the bed.

Sweat beaded across her skin. Her mind buzzed and her vision was foggy.

Azriel’s shadows began to massage her scalp in soothing strokes. Her eyes blinked open.

He was standing at the foot of the bed again, his pupils blown and chest visibly heaving. His cock was absolutely enormous in the outline of his pants, and Elain’s mouth went dry as she pushed herself onto her knees and took in how large he was. She reached for him.

“No,” Azriel stopped her with both hands on her wrists. “Not tonight.”

“Why?” She asked. They were still shielded. He had kept her screaming completely contained. If she knew he could do that, she might not have waited so long to strip naked in front of him.

“I won’t be able to cover my scent. I’ve already been here too long.” His face looked truly pained as his gaze slid down her body one last time. He shook his head, attempting to clear the fog of lust.

“Come here,” he said. His voice was gentle now. All signs of that commanding male holding her completely at his mercy disappeared. She crawled to the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling self conscious about her nakedness. As if he could sense her worry, his shadows whisked her nightgown off the floor.

“Arms up,” he said. She did as she was asked. “Good girl.”

She trembled as he replaced his shadows with his hands to tug the cool silk down her skin. Then, he pulled her in close for a tight hug. He enveloped her so completely, and she nuzzled into him. Into the strength of his body. His delicious scent.

It was so calming, so tender it left her breathless.

“I wish I could stay,” he said into her hair.

“I wish you could too.” she buried her face in his neck and he tightened his grip on her.

"Elain?" Azriel asked, softly gliding his mouth over her skin.

"Yes?" She breathed in reply.

“Don’t forget what happens when you try to tease me,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. She shuddered, her arousal stirring once again.

And then he was gone.

Elain waited for shame to wash over her, but it never did. That moment he had offered, brief as it was, to hold her afterwards… he hadn’t touched her apart from that. And somehow it was more caring and intimate than anything she had ever experienced with Grayson. Grayson had a tendency to focus on himself in bed. To grunt and heave over her until he was finished, then roll over and fall asleep. More often than not leaving her unsatisfied and sneaking quietly into the bathing chamber to tend to her own needs.

Yet Azriel…Azriel had kept his eyes on her, as if simply watching her find her pleasure was a dream. A gift. He had dragged it out, pushed her to the edge of near insanity. And he had wanted nothing in return but to hold her.

She trembled once again as she replayed those last words whispered into her ear.

Don’t forget what happens when you try to tease me.

She certainly wouldn’t. She didn’t think she would ever forget a single detail of this night. She wanted more of Azriel. She wanted to kiss him. To feel is skin. She wanted him inside her. But she also knew he crossed some boundaries tonight. For her. And it was enough. For now, it was more than enough.

She went to peek out through the curtains and saw the shadowhound keeping watch in the garden. He waggled his wispy tail and fluttered his wings at the sight of her. Elain brought her hand to her mouth to hold in her laug, and waved. He puffed out a breath of shadow in the shape of a heart, and Elain’s own heart clenched in her chest.

For the first night in such a long, long time, she slept deeply and without interruption. The nightmares never came.

She dreamed of a golden doe dancing through a valley of shadows. She had never seen anything so beautiful.

#elriel #pro elriel #elriel fanfic #elriel fic #spicy elriel fanfic #elriel month 2024

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huntquinlan · 18 days

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everyone expressing disappointment in the vast majority of elain week content not actually being about elain (centered around how she’d be with xyz ship) i see you and i agree.

but also it’s because she is 100% used as a self insert character by the majority of the fandom to self-ship with xyz character (regardless of whether the person is aware of it or not). the majority of the content around her has always been how she would be in xyz ship or xyz theory that contributes/supports development of xyz ship. very few people put effort into content that has to with her character as an individual.

it’s similar to how there is very little content for nuala and cerridwen in general. and how they are often tagged together, a package deal. what content there is of both characters largely subscribes to the face-value canon of their characters (ladies maids / domestic workers who get paid extra to snoop)

it’s the same reason why elain gets a fraction of the hate nesta does, despite being largely complicit for the same things. and the rest of the hate she gets is for being ‘too boring’. her characterization has been fairly subtle across the series, it’s there if you look for it but not overt like nesta.

ultimately it comes down to whether a person is just a fan of a ship elain is a part of, or if they’re a fan of her character beyond her relationship potential. and many people are more into potential relationship aesthetics and dynamics than they are to an individual character. that’s fine, there’s no moral significance to any of this. it just is what it is, and it will likely change a lot once elain’s book comes out.

#elain archeron #pro elain archeron #elain week drama #in fact nesta was in a fairly similar situation in fan spaces after acomaf and especially acowar #like. other than sister content and ship content there really wasn’t much individual thought put into her other than ‘ooooh meanie!!’#‘but she and cassian are cute!!’#soooooo yeah

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acourtofthought · 10 months

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It's odd that E/riels can admit to Elain's love of flowers and gardening and her penchant for sunshine (since they love the Light / Dark aesthetic for their ship) while claiming she'll be happiest remaining in the Night Court because it too has gardens and sunny days.

That's like telling a Michelin awarded chef they can be just as happy working in an Olive Garden as Le Bernardin because they both have food.

There's a reason SJM included "Outside of these borders, the rest of the world celebrates tomorrow as Nynsar - the Day of Seeds and Flowers" but that only in the Night Court they celebrate Starfall in lieu of the Nynsar revelry.

Does someone truly believe Elain would enjoy Starfall more than a day to celebrate something that is near and dear to her?

There's a reason we know that the gardens in Spring (and not the Night Court) would cause Elain to marvel and weep. That Nesta tells us that the Spring Court and not the Night Court had been "made" for someone like her.

Sure the Night Court has it's own gardens but clearly nothing to write home about since they aren't mentioned as anything special.

And it's in ACOMAF (the same book that SJM mated Elucien) that we're told the Day Court (and Winter) consider Solstice their holiest holiday, where they not only celebrate in the evening with presents, dancing and drinking in honor of the old sun's death but a second celebration at the dawn to welcome the sun's rebirth. That is followed up in ACOWAR by Elain telling Nesta she needs sunshine.

Solstice is meaningful to the Night Court as well but they only celebrate in the evening with "presents, music and food, sometimes feasting under the starlight". Nuala confirms that none of them go to the ceremony to celebrate the lights rebirth.

So yeah.

The Night Court has sunshine but they're not known for it (sort of like Alaska isn't known for it's sunshine in the same way Hawaii is).

The Night Court has gardens but they're not known for them in the way Spring is.

The Night Court celebrates Solstice but not to celebrate the sun's rebirth.

The Night Court doesn't seem all that interested in Nynsar, the festival for seeds and flowers, preferring to instead focus on Starfall.

But some still feel the Night Court is the right place for someone who needs sunshine, loves beautiful gardens, and would probably adore a festival like Nynsar?

#elucien #pro elucien #anti e/riel #antielriel

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wellwhatisnttaken · 7 months

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#acotar #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #azriel #rhysand #nuala and cerridwen #elain archeron #gwyn berdara #jurian acotar #my polls #cassian

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bright-side20 · 1 year

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Elriel 🌸🗡️

Nuala went on, “it’s a time of rest, too. and a time to reflect on the darkness—how it lets the light shine."

Light and dark are intertwined, like two sides of the same coin.They complement each other, creating a balance in the world.

Elriel is a whole aesthetic ❤️

#elain archeron #sarahjmaas #pro elain #pro elriel #azriel acotar #elriel supremacy #art

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nualaofthefaerie · 1 year

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Nuala 🪷🩷, inspired by Red Velvet's "Feel My Rhythm" 🎀🫧 era and her little Dancy dance in "Brief Lives" ✨️

Art by my wonderful friend @ajdhbear

#the sandman #nuala #nuala of the faerie #morpheus #sandflower #dream of the endless #the sandman netflix #nuala the sandman #fluff #the sandman comics #red velvet #seulgi #fairy aesthetic #ballet core

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rose-of-the-grave · 1 year

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River Styx

Pairing: Elain x Azriel

Olympus AU

While I don't personally ship Elain and Az I do think that they have a Hades and Persephone aesthetic if that makes sense. Inspiration struck so I decided to write this. This fic will probably have two or three parts. I'm the author (please don't re-post) <3

Masterlist Series Masterlist Read on Ao3

Warnings: most characters are ooc and I tried to fit them into the story so the way that I've written some of these characters does not in any way reflect how I view them, some character relationships were also changed as well as the relationships between the gods, everyone appears the same age, drugging, kidnapping

Word Count: 1,721

Characters: Elain=Persephone, Azriel=Hades, Nesta= Demeter, Rhysand=Zeus, Feyre=Hera, Cassian=Helios, Lucien=Apollo, Morrigan=Aphrodite

On beautiful spring days Elain could frequently be found outside, tending to her garden. Under her careful attention the flowers bloomed. Her garden was her pride and joy but more recently the only place where she felt calm. Ever since her aunt, Feyre, had married the king of the gods, Rhysand, Elain's mother, Nesta, had been acting more and more agitated.

Recently, Lucien, the sun god had taken an interest in Elain and Rhysand and Feyre were both very encouraging of this relationship. Elain's mother however was very against the match. In her mind Elain was still a child, not an immortal goddess who had been tending to her gardens for several thousand years. While Elain had no real desire to marry Lucien she did long for someone to love who would love her back.

This wish was why she had been planning to go out with some nymphs that night. They had already planned everything out. Once Nesta went to sleep Elain was going to sneak out with her friends and they were going to leave Olympus. When they reached the mortal lands they were going to go to a revel near a river called Styx.

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"Lainy!"

Her friends' calls were soft but insistent, carrying through the evening air. The sun had set and the moon was high above as Elain crept out of her window and down the walls of her cottage. She ran for the edge of her garden, to the gate at the entrance to the property. Her friends immediately wrapped her in their arms, soft giggles echoing in the night.

The two sisters wore matching black dresses, their thin and willowy figures near translucent in the moonlight. The two of them almost looked like spirits. Their pointed features and pale green skin creating an otherworldly appearance. Nuala's hair was pulled back, the hairstyle held together with vines. Cerridwen had went for a slightly different look. Her hair fell down in loose, tangled curls. They looked beautiful. Elain almost felt a bit plain in her pale pink dress, that was far more modest.

Her heart felt heavy as she turned for one last glance at where mother was surely sleeping contentedly, unknowing of what was transpiring only a short ways away.

Elain turned away and started walking, arm in arm with Nuala and Cerridwen, to the bottom of Olympus. Thankfully her family farm was among the foothills and they did not have to walk far. Despite the amount of trouble the three of them would be in they carried on their merry way, laughing and joking.

Against the odds they made it out of Olympus without being caught. They found themselves on the outskirts of a village, the roads were empty and most of the light were off but as the approached the other side of town they could here music and laughter. The lights were warm and inviting. The closer the got, the more Elain could see. People were dancing, talking, having the time of their lives.

Nuala and Cerridwen pulled her into the throng of dancing bodies, eventually coming to a halt. They quickly joined in. To Elain they seemed to almost melt into their surroundings, almost as if they were finally at home. The overpowering sounds of music eventually became to much and she pushed her way through in an effort to get fresh air. Her head had started to spin when someone shoved into her causing her to stumble into the arms of a stranger.

"Here." They helped her to stand and pulled her towards a table covered with drinks. Picking up two cups they gave her one before leading her further away from everybody. Elain took a tentative sip and was hit by a sickly sweet taste that nearly made her gag. Thirsty, she took another, much larger, gulp.

Looking up at her companion, her sight became foggy. All she could see was his smirk and all she could feel were his hands on her dress, starting to unbutton it. In his haste he ripped the fabric. Her protests were weak but with what remaining strength she had she pushed at him. He laughed but it was cut short by a strangled groan and the sound of a body falling to the ground.

She felt so very, very tired. Kneeling down she tried to find a comfortable spot to lay down and close her eyes. Looking up, the last thing she saw was a tall, dark, and winged figure looming over her.

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Just as the day was starting, Cassian rose from behind the clouds, heralding in a new day. In the distance he spotted a dark, hooded figure who was not supposed to be up in the mortal lands. Azriel, god of the dead, had been banished to the Underworld for a millennium. As Cassian neared he spotted a pink clad girl in the god's arms. Elain, he realized. No. That wasn't possible. The only thought in his head was that Nesta was not going to like this.

When he had reached midday and was right above Nesta's cornfields he ventured down closer to impart the news.

"Nes!" he called.

She look up at him with a glare as if silently telling him not call her that. "What?" she bit out, her arms crossed and her face irritated.

"Have you seen Elain lately?" He asked as jovially as he could.

"No. Not since yesterday. Why?" She responded, her face softening slightly at the mention of Elain.

Worry flooded him as he told her, "Because I could've sworn that I saw her in the mortal lands by the River Styx and she was being carried into the Underworld by Az."

Her eyes widened in alarm and she abandoned her work. "Take me to Rhysand."

Without hesitation Cassian took Nesta in his arms and soared to the very top of Olympus. He left her standing at the entrance of the soaring white marbled pillars that surrounded the thrones of the gods.

Nesta walked with purpose, her steps hurried. She didn't spare a glance for any of the gods roaming around, instead heading directly for her brother-in-law, Rhysand.

"Nesta." He greeted her. She responded likewise. Their dislike for each other apparent. If it weren't for their mutual love for Feyre, her sister and his wife, they would have most likely already slaughtered each other. The two of them were constantly at each other's throats. He was always waiting for her to step out of line so he would finally have an excuse to banish her the same as he had done to his brother.

Without exchanging pleasantries Nesta immediately stated what had occurred and what she needed him to do about it.

"Cassian saw Azriel taking Elain into the Underworld. He was in the mortal lands, a clear violation of his banishment." She informed him.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" He asked, laying back on his throne, with a bored expression.

"Make him let her go!" She yelled, unable to contain her desperation.

He leaned forward, a smirk that she longed to slap off of his face. "And why should I?"

Nesta looked at him, almost shocked at his response. Their was no love lost between them but everybody loved Elain. She was about to respond when she hear her sister's voice from behind her.

"Rhys," Feyre admonished before turning to Nesta and telling her, "Of course he will do something about it," She cut a sharp glare at her husband, daring him to argue.

He sighed before stating that, yes, he would in fact help.

Momentarily appeased, Nesta walked out.

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Meanwhile, down in the Underworld, Elain was blinking the fatigue away and taking in her surroundings. The room was almost entirely black. From the bed sheets to the walls to the carpet everything was the same shade of onyx. Even the knee length shirt she wore was black. Her cheeks heated at the thought of someone undressing her.

Twisting her neck to get a better view of her surroundings her gaze fell upon a piece of paper.

Elain,

You are welcome to my room. There are clothes that you can use in the top drawer. Feel free to come out whenever you feel up to it. There will be food ready for you.

Azriel

Getting out of the bed proved to be a harder task than expected, her legs were as weak as a baby faun's. She made her way towards the bathroom where she showered. Once she was clean she opened the drawer to reveal a handful of garments that were, shockingly, not black. Most of them were pink, green, or blue. She pulled on a soft green dress that reminded her of grass in the sunlight. She paired it with a gold belt and she untangled her hair as best she could with her fingers, hoping that she at least looked somewhat presentable.

Venturing out of the room, she crept quietly in the direction that seemed the most obvious. She was eventually rewarded with a table laden with baked goods. Her stomach grumbled at the delicious smelling food. Her hand reached out only to pull it back, remembering the stories.

A dark chuckle echoed from the shadows, "The food won't bite."

Cowering away she refused to indulge her hunger. She would rather starve than be trapped here, in a land devoid of sunlight and life. Turning away she made for the hallway but a shadow stopped her. Flinching back, she turned to be met by a black clothed chest. She looked up into his face, finally seeing it in better lighting. Elain was shocked to see how beautiful he was for being known by all as the Devil.

His skin was pale from the lack of sun and she could lose herself in his eyes. They were, dare she say, pretty? Her gaze glided over his skin until she was staring at his mouth. His lips were twisted into a smug grin causing her to look back into his eyes.

"Cat got your tongue?" He raised a dark eyebrow.

She ran out of the room, away from his taunting laugh that echoed through the hallways, following her. When she reached the bedroom that she had awoken in she locked the door and flung herself on the bed.

Part 2>>

#short story #acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf #acofas #elriel #elain archeron #azriel #elain x azriel #azriel shadowsinger #olympus au #slow burn #rose of the grave

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bloodofthefates · 2 months

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#✲ CERRIDWEN [ inspo ]#✲ NUALA [ inspo ]#✲ CERRIDWEN [ fashion ]#✲ NUALA [ fashion ]#✲ CERRIDWEN [ aesthetic ]#✲ NUALA [ aesthetic ]#just know #not a day passes that I don't think about what the twins are wearing #their aesthetic is my everything #in every AU or verse

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faebanes · 2 years

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes ZORA DEMIREL of THE NIGHT COURT, the EMISSARY of THE NIGHT COURT. when the HIGH FAE / SHADOW WRAITH is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to MELISA ASLI PAMUK. the 30 / 506 year old CIS WOMAN is reputed to be PERSUASIVE and CHARISMATIC, but a decade of war has left them SHARP - TONGUED and BULL - HEADED. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of THE SWIRL OF DARK SHADOWS GATHERED AT THE EDGE OF A ROOM, PURPOSEFUL STEPS THROUGH STONE HALLS, AND THE QUIRK OF CHERRY - RED LIPS IN IDLE AMUSEMENT. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE NIGHT COURT, where they conspire to GATHER INTEL BETWEEN COURTS TO BENEFIT THE NIGHT COURT.

BASICS .

full name. zora demirel .

nicknames. zo, little nightshade .

age. thirty / five hundred and six .

hometown. velaris, the night court, prythian .

current location. under the mountain .

status. unmated .

occupation. emissary / owner of nightshade ( bar + pleasure hall ) .

gender. cis woman / she + her .

orientation. bisexual, biromantic .

parents. unknown ( father , wc ) & ceren demirel ( mother , status unknown ) .

siblings. none / otherwise unknown .

pets. none .

languages spoken. the common tongue .

allegiance. the night court .

APPEARANCE .

hair color. black .

eye color. golden brown .

height. 5 feet 9 inches / 175 cm .

scars. several faint, almost imperceptible scars along her arms and abdomen from knife would from the war as the result of being laced with faebane .

style. prefers looks of sleek black to better blend in with the shadows, often tight - fitting, revealing, or otherwise fluid ; has a good variety of shirts and pants, and dresses, and will alternate between the two different styles depending on how she’s feeling, though she usually aims to be a distraction .

MISCELLANEOUS .

alignment. chaotic neutral .

strengths. persuasive, charismatic, calculating .

weaknesses. sharp - tongued, bull - headed, intimidating .

aesthetic. the swirl of dark shadows gathered at the edge of a room, purposeful steps through stone halls, the quirk of cherry - red lips in idle amusement, the glint of a silver dagger through the slit of a silken dress .

media inspiration. nuala & cerridwen ( a court of thorns and roses ), morrigan ( a court of thorns and roses ), the dauntless faction ( divergent ), nesryn faliq ( throne of glass ) .

BIOGRAPHY .

trigger warning for : injury mentions, general neglect, being a stabby little shit .

you emerge from within the shadows, in the early hours of dawn, no more than the product of a one night stand between your parents, though the semantics of it are lost on you — you dare not ask how. half shadow, half high fae, you do not possess your mother’s ability to exist solely among the shadows, but they call to you all the same.

mother though she may be, she is not maternal in the slightest, she is all tact and no heart and you grow to be much the same. she teaches you to slip through doors and walls, to shift yourself into shadow and emerge on the other side. you learn to favor smoke and shadow in your youth, and it is a skill that leads you to places you are not meant to be — to hearing things not meant for your ears.

over the years you perfect it, using it to your advantage and earning coin in trade for secrets. it doesn’t help that you can learn them without your presence ever being know, but charmed words and honeyed smiles do the tricks just as well. that, you supposed, and a well - pointed dagger to the throat.

your reputation precedes you, more apt for the court of nightmares than the streets of velaris that you occupy, but your heart yearns for the city of dreams, for the people that do not deem you an outsider based on birth alone.

in the time that follows, you come to train your skills as a fighter, certain to never be caught anywhere unawares, and you train in hand to hand combat, as well as the use of swords and daggers, though you much prefer the smaller blades — something so personal about a threat so close.

you seek out details of your father only once, not that you long for the touch or love of a father, but to know just where you come from. your mother begrudges his dawn court status, which perhaps explains the modicum of healing ability you possess and the amber eyes that did not match the darkness of her own. he never asked after you and, you decide then, you’ll not ask after him again, either.

you’re over two centuries old when you acquire the run down building along the sidra, a passion project to occupy your time with your well - earned coin. though it takes a while, the bar and pleasure house that emerges is your pride and joy, thrumming with music and with no shortage of drinks. named nightshade in honor of both skillset and home, it soon becomes bustling with nightlife. you take pleasure in working the bar — and, oh, the things one can learn from drunken lips.

your high lord is ruthless, and you find that when his son comes asking for your aide keeping an eye on things, you’re happy to oblige. the bar is capable in your absences, and you float between both court of nightmares and court of dreams with ease. and you wear your ruthlessness like a badge of honor, a forced to be reckoned with and none question where you belong.

when war came, the pleasure house you owned remained safe haven for those that could not or would not fight, and you continued doing what was asked of you, though you were far more keen to engage in the fighting than others, and you bear the scars still from weapons crafted against the fae. you grow more distrustful during this time, so few that you find yourself willing to believe or to offer your services to, and it lingers even after the end of the war.

when the high lord approaches with an offer you can’t refuse ( nor would you, given the skills he knows you possess ), you accept the role of his emissary without second thought. it is not your personable nature than wins you any favors, but an unwavering ruthlessness and a nonplussed attitude, your charm and time spent flitting among shadows is as much an asset as any.

TLDR .

half - high fae, half - shadow wraith with mommy and daddy issues and no shortage of a snarky attitude. good with weapons and her hands, owns a pleasure house and is the newly appointed emissary of the night court while still also acting as spy — for both the current high lord and his spymaster, as necessary. can and will stab, either deserved or for the hell of it, and is not afraid to sweet talk information out of someone. enjoys spending time in the shadows, so don’t be surprised if she comes to appear at your shoulder without any warning.

#prythian.intro #not nearly as long nor do i actually think it's very coherent but #here u go kisses u all

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