#pro Elain Archeron

[starsreminisce]

When Elain is with Lucien, she can choose her own adventure and mold whatever life she wants because Lucien is that versatile with his life. Lucien left the Spring Court for her, which means he is loyal to her.

If Elain wants to leave the court and lead a simple life, Lucien proved he was willing to do just that for Jesminda.

If she wants to learn how to be a spy, Lucien is already being described as one by Feyre.

If she wants to be a courtier or an emissary, Lucien has had two court experiences where both his presences had been immensely helpful.

If she wants to throw parties, Lucien has been described as the only one who actually enjoys them.

If she wants to visit other courts, Lucien has close connections to Winter, Dawn, and Summer.

If Elain wants to be a High Lady, Lucien is heir to the Day Court, where she has already expressed she wants sunshine.

If Elain wants to live again in the human lands, Lucien is connected to its two leaders who can ensure their safety.

If she wants to stay in the Night Court, Lucien can continue his duties at the court he currently is in.

If Elain wants to travel, Lucien has been everywhere, including the other continent.

If she wants to be a warrior, Lucien offered to train Feyre how to use a sword.

So when Elain said that she needs to become reacquainted with her powers, Lucien already proved that he trusts in her abilities, and he felt guilt over letting Feyre down from the last time he promised Feyre he'll help.

Perhaps what scares Elain the most about Lucien is that, for once, she isn't being dictated on what to do or how she needs to adapt. Elain has shown she can make any place into a home, and since making the Night Court into a home for her has proven to be a herculean task, maybe she doesn't want to admit that maybe home is with Lucien after all.

[ennawrite]

oh my god no way, the twenty something year old girl who grew up in shitty circumstances with shitty parental figures is portraying signs of depression after seeing her father get brutally killed? And now she has unhealthy coping mechanisms because she never got to experience life in a healthy way? No fucking way. Who would’ve thought…

[bookishwithathought]

If “love would trump even a mating bond” can be used in support of Elriel, then

Who’s connected to darkness?

Who’s connected to sunlight?

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Rain

My contribution to @elriel-month. This is just something I decided to whip up for my friends and other folks to read. Ever since joining the fandom in December 2023, I've met so many kindhearted Elriel fans that I wanted to give back to. This little piece is probably best for the Choice prompt. (Yes, I'm late. Sue me.) Go easy on me please, as I haven't written for a fandom in years lol.

*Inspired by the song Rain by Sleep Token, who I just know Azriel would be a fan of*

Word Count: 1.5k

*Divider by @tsunami-of-tears* (Check out their blog and other pretty dividers!!)

Pain. Blood. Torture. Death. 

For the better part of five hundred years, Azriel has been subjected to unfathomable horrors, the kinds that would no doubt break a human male’s spirit. As the Night Court’s stealthy spymaster and feared shadowsinger, it’s been his job to inflict unendurable pain upon the bodies of his enemies. He spills their traitorous blood and tortures them into the long hours of the night until they have no choice but to finally succumb to death’s sweet song. 

It’s become a routine, so much so that the panicked screams and the precise slicing of his most prized dagger feel like second nature. He doesn’t blink as they plead for their lives. He doesn’t flinch as crimson liquid splatters across his cheeks, in his hair, down his hands. He takes away life as easily as the Mother creates it. And just as Rhysand has perfected the mask of the High Lord, Azriel has mastered his own cruel, stoic front. 

On nights like tonight, however, Azriel questions if he truly does have a mask, or if the centuries spent brutally maiming wolves in sheep's skin has turned him into an irreparable monster. The voices in his head are loud enough to wake creatures that have been asleep for hundreds of years, and a long flight around Velaris does nothing to silence them. Even the shadows at his shoulders swirl in agitation as the words replay on a loop in his mind. 

Killer. 

Bastard. 

Good for nothing. 

Irredeemable. 

Unworthy. 

It is only until he gently opens the front door to his home that he feels some kind of relief. The kitchen smells like jasmine and banana bread, courtesy of the warm loaf cooling down on the marble countertop. A cozy heat burns from the stone fireplace, and the lights in every room are dimmed to a soft glow. And he only permits himself to breathe when his hazel eyes connect with the beautiful brown ones that belong to the most exquisite female he’s ever had the pleasure of calling his. 

Elain Archeron. His love. His lifeline. His Mother-given solace. 

She rises from the sofa, setting aside her book and abandoning the treat she’d been munching on to stand before him. He doesn’t move or speak as her eyes drink him in, observing the blood on his leathers and assessing for visible injuries. Satisfied with the lack of wounds, Elain gives him a small smile and gently reaches for his hand, guiding him into the bathroom. 

Hot steam and the scent of eucalyptus fill the air as Elain turns on the shower. It was the first renovation they’d wanted for their home, a bathing stall large enough to accommodate the both of them, along with the width of Illyrian wings. 

Azriel watches as Elain delicately works the soiled leathers down his body. Her brows furrow slightly at a few small gashes along his chest and side, but before she can fret, his thumb rubs away the tension from the crease. 

“I’m okay,” he says. He means it, too. Her presence has always been a comfort for him. All he’s ever felt around her was peace, something he never thought he would find let alone deserve. On nights where his thoughts run rampant, a soft smile is enough to break the vicious cycle of self criticism. 

Her lips quirk, not fully believing him. Azriel may be the spymaster who can conceal his emotions with ease, but Elain had effortlessly clocked the haunted look in his eyes when he’d first crossed the threshold. “Physically, yes. But I worry more about what goes on up here,” She taps his temple twice. “What can I do to help?” 

Elain’s perception astonishes him. Her ability to pick up the subtle changes in his voice or mood has only grown sharper the longer they’ve been together. Their quiet understanding of each other is something neither one will ever take for granted. To be loved is to be seen, to be wholly understood, and they’ve never taken their eyes off each other since the moment they met. 

But his thoughts were a bit too loud tonight, and the last thing Azriel ever wants is for Elain to worry. And so he says, “You’ve done more than enough already, my love, by simply being here with me. Let me wash, and then I’ll read with you, hm?” With a chaste kiss to her forehead, Azriel enters the shower and slides the door closed. 

Searing water pelts his skin when he steps underneath the shower head hanging from the ceiling. The droplets feel like rain, cleansing him of every violent act he willingly committed in the last several hours as part of his duty to the court. Hands braced against the wall, he silently watches the bloody water race down his body and swirl around the drain. His eyes flutter momentarily, allowing the heat to soak into his aching muscles. 

Behind him, a soft palm latches onto his bicep, turning him from the wall. Elain stands before him, wet and gloriously naked, with a bottle of shampoo in her other hand. She waits for his permission, letting her back hit the cool tile as he cages her against the opposite wall. When he nods, eyes never breaking from hers, she lathers the shampoo in her hands. 

“What are you thinking about?” Elain probes gently, delicate fingers working the soap into his hair. Azriel can’t stop himself from leaning into her touch, allowing her to take care of him in the way only she knows how. 

After a long moment, he whispers hoarsely, “Sometimes I wonder if this is who I am. That this job…this life…that in trying to rid the world of evil, I’ve become it.” His throat bobs once as a few tears slip down his cheeks. “Some days the thoughts are louder than others. Tonight they were relentless.” 

Elain listens intently, switching to a bar of soap to clean his chest, his arms, his back and legs, and finally his wings. All he can do is gaze at this beautiful female as he pours his heart out. He’s never been a man of many words, but Elain makes him want to talk forever. To share his joy, his pain. His hopes and fears. To shed his armor and bare his soul to her. 

“When I came home,” he breathes, fingers moving from the wall to trail down her cheek, her neck. Her skin flushes, and not from the heat of the water. Azriel chuckles softly. “All it took was one look from you and my head went quiet. The power you hold, Elain…not a single person in this world has ever been able to do what you’ve done for me.” 

She’s trying to focus on his words, the love that fills them, but gasps a breath as his hand skims down the side of her breast, warmth building in her core. He can scent it, she knows, by the way his nose flares slightly. “And how exactly do I look at you?” 

The corners of his lips twitch upward, palm finally resting against her hip. He tugs her closer so their chests touch, never wanting to have even a sliver of space between them. “Like I’m worthy,” he answers. “Of love and happiness and everything in between. All things that I’ve found once you waltzed into my life and chose me.” 

A choice that he would never truly believe was real, if only considering it a beautiful dream. 

A choice that Elain had made with such unwavering conviction, it had brought him to tears. 

A choice that allowed them to love each other openly, for the rest of their existence. 

“You’ve always been worthy, Azriel,” Elain says, mouth ghosting over his own as her hands tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Your job is not who you are. You put on a mask and play a role, just like we all do. And underneath that mask, is the most gentle, kind-hearted, beautiful male. Choosing you was the easiest decision of my life because you made it easy, just by being who you are. And I will continue to choose you until my last breath.” 

He lets the tears fall freely now because vulnerability has never been something to shy away from, not with her. She tenderly wipes the tears with her thumbs, holding his face with a gentleness that shatters his heart.   

“I’ve waited for you for a very long time, Elain, to the point where I almost gave up on finding any semblance of love or joy or tranquility,” Azriel says truthfully. The sheer longing in his bright hazel eyes tugs on her heart strings. 

“Well, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, handsome,” She replies playfully through a wet laugh, bumping her nose against his as tears mix with water. “But I hope you know that I would choose you in every single lifetime, no matter what. You are so completely mine, Azriel.” 

He kisses her. He kisses her hard and long and fierce, claiming her mouth with a passion solely reserved for her alone. His arms slide underneath her thighs, laughing quietly at her brief shriek as he lifts her against the wall, one hand gripping her wrists against the tile above her head. The wicked smile she flashes his way is as stunning as a sunflower field in springtime, and the only thought now in his mind is how utterly thankful he is for the beautiful female in front of him. 

“And you, Elain Archeron, are so completely mine.”

[teddyhoneybear]

The dream of my life

Is to lie down by a slow river

And stare at the light in the trees-

To learn something by being nothing

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[achaotichuman]

Human Nesta would shake Nessian Nesta by the shoulders screaming "What the fuck is wrong with you???!!!!"

Human Feyre would be drawing her bow trying to shoot Feysand Feyre just so she would never become her.

Human Elain would look at Elucien Elain and be like, "Nice."

[tessorange-art]

Elriel Art 2023 🦇🌷

[afaes]

azriel flying as blood sprays from his wings - his back and wings shredded - all to rescue elain. cradling her to his chest even after his power went out and is dripping blood. only releasing her when rhys steps up to take her out of his arms and while he is swaying on his feet his only priority is getting the chains off of elain, who has a clean face and clear eyes - completely at odds with az who can barely stand, wings dripping blood, and in desperate need of a healer. yet, he can’t stand the fact that elain is chained, and is immediately ordering, rasping, that someone call helion to get her out of them. and elain, not caring at all about the chains but instead in awe that az would come for her, kisses him on the cheek. just.. gets me so emotional.

[lyssasdrafts]

elain archeron is for the girls who are unapologetically feminine, who are called weak over and over and have to keep proving themselves, who are lovers and romantics at heart, who have a voice but just want to choose when they use it, who are quiet because they want to be and not because they don’t have any thoughts or feelings

[intairnwetrust]

Elain Archeron

"Elain is now going to have dreams about pulling out the ivy and the ivy coming through the window to strangle her in the night, because let me tell you, that ivy didn't want to leave."

Art by @termesart on Instagram

[lesolehabitantdelalune]

“𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.

𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆.”

— Azriel’s Bonus Chapter by @sjmaas

↳ art by @/andie_uwu (insta)

↳ comm. by me

See you in @elrielmonth 🌹🦇✨

*please don’t repost*

[ennawrite]

headcanon where Eris’s meanest hound takes a liking to Elain and both Vanserra brothers just stand there like 🧍🧍‍♂️ because they’ve both been bit by this demon dog but now it’s letting Elain tie a bow around its neck and follows her while she forages in the forest

[gracieart]

“Find me when you wish to begin.”

Elain Archeron | ACOTAR Series by Sarah J. Maas

Character belongs to SJM. Do not repost my art without permission.

[lorcandidlucienwill]

I’ve been wanting to make a post about this for a while, but here it is:

Rhysand despises Nesta. Like…a lot. He’s also afraid of her, because her powers are so raw and unknown. Also her cunning because he finds that she’s very difficult to manipulate. So he locks her up with Cassian, hoping the power of the mating bond will influence her.

Rhysand looooves Feyre. He finds her powerful physically, but easy to manipulate. The perfect combination for him.

Rhysand likes Elain. She’s nice, minds her own business, and doesn’t really go against his orders. But, he doesn’t view her as capable of anything, no matter what bs he said in the BC, because if he did he would’ve been “helping” her at this point. Plus, she’s emotionally intelligent and Lucien’s mate, and Rhysand doesn’t want to go down that route with Lulu boy.

Rhysand dislikes Lucien. Not quite so strongly as Nesta, but he knows the kind of power Lucien holds. Not magic exactly, though he has that too, but his political influence. He can’t bring himself to treat him right, but he can’t ditch him either because Night desperately needs him. Also, Lucien is Feyre’s only friend that isn’t by connection to Rhys. That puts him in a unique position to actually turn Feyre against Rhysand.

Rhysand “hates” Tamlin, yet he knows they need him to keep Beron and Koschei in check. Yet he can’t bring himself to treat him right. He doesn’t know what to do. Should he shit on him or take care of him? The homoerotic feelings from Rhys are strong.

Cassian and Azriel? Rhysand likes them but doesn’t think of them as more than lackeys homies.

Basically what I’m trying to say is that the more Rhysand hates somebody, the more he actually respects them. The more Rhysand likes somebody, the less he actually respects them. Rhysand likes people who aren’t a threat or a challenge to the power he has gathered, but will help him keep said power.

[sadiegirl2021]

Headcanon that Elain and Lucien are gonna fight it out and it will be the most passionate and outspoken anyone has ever seen Elain.

First comes the tension, then growth, then joy, then love!

[teddyhoneybear]

She lost herself in the trees among the ever-changing leaves.

She wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times.

The flowers grew towards her light, the river called her name at night.

She could not live an ordinary life with the mysteries of the universe hidden in her eyes.

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