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cateyesinlove · 1 year

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“Elain, you are about to pass out from exhaustion,” Anwar spoke from the perch Elain usually had around the kitchen for him. “Just take a break.”

“I can’t,” was her only answer as she continued to mix the batter of the new recipe she had come up with.

“You can't take a break or pass out?” Arwan rebutted, exasperated. “Because you can definitely pass out, I can feel how tired you are, you know.”

As the months passed and the day of Nesta’s and Cassian’s mating ceremony approached, Elain felt more stressed. She loved how much trust her sister had in her, to believe that Elain could be in charge of the decorations like the ballroom, the flower arrangements, the table’s center, and the cake. However, she should have known it would be too much work for one person.

So that led them to today. Elain had started baking 5 different types of cake since before the sun had gone up, Cassian and Nesta were coming during dinner for cake testing. The thing about Elain that Anwar disliked was how much pressure she would put on her shoulders and how she thought she deserved no help.

“I’m only going to tell you that if you pass out and Feyre finds you on her floor, I will tell her everything,” Anwar said angrily.

“And what exactly is everything,” She asked, rolling her eyes at how dramatic her dæmon could be while serving the batter in a tray to put in the oven.

“That you aren’t sleeping because you dread seeing the shadow singer the next day and how you are going to bed incredibly late to not have to think about it and how you are basically slowly killing yourself” Anwar answered exasperatedly, flapping his wings.

“Anwar!” Elain exclaimed, offended, turning to look at him after putting the cake in the oven.

“You can’t even tell me it’s not true!” he rebutted glaring at her.

Elain sighed and dropped herself on a chair.

Anwar expecting a comeback waited on his perch but when Elain rested her head on the chair and hid her face with her hands staying quiet, he was at her side in an instant, he landed on her shoulder and started rubbing his head against the side of hers trying to console her and give her some comfort.

“I’m sorry Elain,” he murmured in her ear, “I’m just worried about you.”

Elain let a small sob get out and Anwar could feel the tears running down her face and had returned to trying to comfort her, neither aware that someone was watching.

Azriel stayed behind the wall, his shadows going everywhere and not knowing what to do to console Elain besides repeating over and over to Azriel how heartbroken she was, and why.

She was in the same or worse scenario as Azriel, neither being able to sleep nor being able to stop thinking about the other. Azriel had started to not get more than a couple of hours of sleep, it was starting to affect his senses and making him sloppier when on missions. They were both slowly wasting away since that night.

“ Oh poor Petal,” murmured Senka from his shoulder as she tried to catch a peak of Elain. “ you need to go in there and console her!” She exclaimed, flapping her wings and taking off from his shoulder. “ That's how we will make it right!”

Azriel caught her before she could make a line for the kitchen, “ no.” He said firmly with his most intimidating voice.

Senka rolled her eyes and swat at him with her wing. “ do not use that voice with me.” She warned and wiggled herself out of his grasp. “ You are both clearly miserable, why not go and fix things?”

Azriel sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “ Rhysand” He answered with an obvious tone.

“ well fuck Rhys!” She exalted loudly.

“ Senka!” Azriel reprimanded her.

“It’s not fair that he gets to be with Feyre no matter what and suddenly you don’t get to have a choice about your own relationship!” Senka exclaimed, annoyed. “ if Aster knew about this, he himself would be kicking Rhysand for this”

Azriel’s shadow hand informed him that Elain had begun standing up but was looking pale not being able to stand properly. He and Senka had moved to the edge of the wall to peek at the door and when Azriel saw Elain go down, he lunged himself catching her.

He landed on the floor back first with her on top of him. He had a good grip of her and held onto her neck.

“Elain!” Anwar screamed, flapping above them anxious and worried. “ Elain, Are you okay?”

“ I’m fine,” she mumbled tiredly.

“What happened?” Azriel asked as he re-adjusted Elain closer to his chest and reached a sitting position with her on his lap.

Anwar looked both ways before getting closer to him making sure not to touch him. “ She-,” he started not sounding sure if to confide in him.

While Elain and Azriel had always had a gentle and blossoming friendship, Anwar was unsure what to make of the shadowsinger. His first days in the world were foggy and confusing but he could remember bits and pieces, most of his clear memories involved the shadowsinger.

“ Please Anwar” Azriel pleaded as he hold the owls gaze, “ I need to know if we need to get Magda”

Anwar shook his head, “ she hasn’t slept well in days.” Was the only thing he said before landing on Elain’s lap and curling against her. “ not since the solstice incident.”

“Oh, poor girl.” Senka lamented landing on Azriel’s shoulder

“I’m fine,” Elain murmured with her eyes closed, and snuggling closer to Azriel, she put her arms around Azriel’s neck.

Azriel’s cheeks turned red and neither Anwar nor Senka could hide her laughter.

Elain for the first time since being washed out of the cauldron, felt safe. She opened her eyes and could see Azrael's siphon and his armor, she could feel something soft next to Azriel’s hair.

Senka.

Elain gave the bat a small smile and reached for her. Anwar and Azriel stayed quiet as Elain reached for Senka, no one stopping her and when her fingers finally reached her, Azriel closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation and the love of that single touch.

Touching someone dæmons was forbidden in Pyrinthian. Your dæmon was an extension of your soul, touching someone's soul could feel like the worst violation ever, and even amongst mates it was frowned upon but having Elain reach out to his soul and touch it with such care and gentleness, reminded him why he loved her so much.

Anwar had climbed on his other shoulder next to Elain’s head and had started rubbing his peak gently on his cheek.

And that’s how Feyre found them.

On the floor, cuddle up and in their own bubble.

And that’s how she left them and walked away with Nyx in her arms and Aster behind her.

#acotar #elain archeron #elriel #pro elain #pro elriel #pro elain archeron #azriel #elriel month #elriel supremacy #elriel fanfic #feyre archeron #acotar daemon au #dæmon au #Elain and Anwar #Azriel and senka

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cateyesinlove · 1 year

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Elain and Anwar

Anwar meaning ; bright light

Anwar doesn’t remember a lot of his first few weeks in the world. Him and Elain were silent for the most of it. Him never flying and her barely existing, he spend all of that time perched on her shoulder and never moving unless she was laying down, he was at the top of the bed almost as keeping guard.

Before Elain was able to break through the haze, he was just there, everything felt fuzzy and he could hear conversations and feel the grief and pain Elain felt. How scared she was of everything passing through her head, the visions, and the voices.

One of the only things Anwar can remember is how safe Elain felt at very odd times, some of them were when both her sisters were around her, and the only other one was when the shadow singer was around.

Anwar absolutely hates Lucien and he heavily dislikes Azriel. He gets along very well with Senka, tho.

He is very indifferent to Luciens dæmon, Eletta, and she is the same to him.

When they were captured by the cauldron, Anwar could feel Elains guilt, fear and anger towards herself for being captured, he could also feel her sadness believing no one would come for her.

Anwar knew she wanted to hope Azriel would come for her but would never hope for it, to painful and scared to be disappointed. Anwar had hope that at least Nesta would come for them. They both were very surprised when Azriel and Feyre showed up, Anwar could feel the relive and the sense of safety the shadowsinger gave Elain.

He wasn’t happy with how everything caused Elain to feel. The overwhelming and confusing cloud of thoughts and emotions it caused her, making her space out and dread consuming her. Her engagement, a mating bond and the shadowsinger. Elains emotions we’re everywhere all the time, she suffered in silence, never bothering anyone and hiding it. No one noticing.

Only Anwar and the twins having been there for the worst of all. The nightmares sometimes haunted him to. All the death and destruction, the suffering Elain saw.

Elains fathers death.

When Elain came to terms with her feelings for azriel and decided starting dropping hints, Anwar was very against it, telling her it was to soon and being wary of her heart. Elain told him that Azriel would never hurt her.

Anwar almost clawed Azriel’s eyes out when the almost kiss happened. He had been in the haze of the moment, next to Senka, wings almost touching and then senka had gone rigged and flew to Azriel’s side, he had stoped it and called a mistakes.

His shadows taking him away before Anwar had his way with him.

“ Elain,” he had called her name as she sobbed with her hand covering her mouth and the other one holding her neck where the necklace had been before she returned it. She was on the floor with her back against her door and her knees up to her chest.

Anwars had landed on her knees, “ Elain.” He called this time and when she looked at him, heartbroken once more, not enough. He swore to kill every man in the world who would hurt her Elain again.

“ You are worth it.” He said holding her gaze. “ you are so much more than anyone has ever given credit to you for. You are strong and gentle, and there is nothing wrong with that. You aren’t in the wrong for choosing a different way to grieve and cope. No one can make you feel bad about yourself unless you allow them and even if you do, I wont. I don’t allow anyone to judge you or criticize you without knowing your heart.” He snuggled his face on her wet cheek. “ You will always have me Elain, and If the shadowsinger doesn’t feel the same way is his loss.”

#acotar #Elain and Anwar #elain archeron #dæmon au #acotar daemon au #pro elain archeron #pro elain #elriel #pro elriel #elriel month 23 #elriel month

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cateyesinlove · 1 year

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Rhysand and Jemisha

Jemisha; Monarch of the night

When Jemisha settled as a raven everyone was very surprised, they assumed Rhys daemon, everyone except Rhysad himself. They had expected something more like a predator but Jemishawas content with her new form.

When Rhysand and Jesmisha get trapped under the mountain she immediately starts to stretch the bond with Rhysand as much as she can to be away from Amarantha. Since Amarantha didn't have a daemon, Jemisha was able to stay out of reach from her, never allowing a single touch to come to her. Jemisha's heart broke every day during those long 50 years, she would spend most days flying so high almost touching the ceiling of most rooms to avoid Amarantha, she knew that if Rhys felt her touching her, putting her disgusting hands on her; he would break and would never be the same.

When they first meet Feyre, the intrigue was there. Why would a human girl with no daemon would cause her such curiosity, It's only when Feyre is killed and brought back with Aster at her side that they understand. She is Rhysand's mate.

Daemons don't have mates, they have strong emotions for their human mate's daemon, while they still have a strong connection with their humans mate, the connection between the daemons of a mated pair is unbreakable and different. It's more tender and more complex than a normal relationship.

"Feyre, darling" Jemsisha tenderly calls me while resting on Aster's back. "You are the biggest gift we could have received." I caress her head slowly and delicately. I watch her as she closes her eyes and leans into my hand.

Jemisha is the side of Rhys that often feels his insecurities and pain the most, she is the more humble part of him and the one that tries to be reasonable at times when he isn't. She isn't afraid to show affection or admit when Rhys is wrong. She is the part of him that loves freely.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #a court of thorns and roses #acotar daemon au #dæmon AU #rhysand #rhysand acotar #Rhysand and Jemisha

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