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Peace & Quiet | @elriel-month

Azriel doesn’t need to work himself to the edge of exhaustion just to find sleep tonight.

Not when Elain is in his arms.

No forced isolation.

Just quiet breathing, soft warmth, and the peace he’s always craved.

Under the stars, he finally rests because she is his.

Thank you to the lovely @wwispart for capturing this moment with such tenderness.

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you know how I know Elriel has the antis pressed? because of their constant need to dismiss or write off every.single.interaction. as something negative or insignificant.

Elain offering her permission to Az and initiating the almost kiss? Oh, that’s just because she’s actually horny for her mate but hasn’t ✨healed✨ enough to fully accept him so she’s just using Az to get her rocks off

Azriel risking life and limb to save Elain from Hybern’s camp? Oh, well, he was just doing his job and was so outraged about her kidnapping because Feyre, his High Lady, was sad 😔

Elain getting Azriel a Solstice gift that makes him laugh like no one’s seen before but never getting her own mate a gift? Oh, that’s because Elain is just so in love with her mate she can’t function. Also the gifts she gave to Az were just gags and weren’t actually all that thoughtful

Azriel getting Elain a custom necklace that perfectly captures the hidden nuances of her character? Oh he’s just lusting after her and the necklace doesn't even 'belong' to Elain so...

Az questioning the Cauldron and his literal religion because of his feelings for Elain? Oh, he’s entitled and lust driven. He cares more about finding a mate and completing the 3 brothers x 3 sisters pattern than he does about Elain

Azriel figuring out Elain is a Seer when no one else, not even her own mate, could figure out what was amiss? Oh, also just part of his job, nothing to look at here🙄

A charged glance passing between them? Oh, just SJM trying to hit a word count, nothing of importance there!!

Azriel likening Elain to the sun at Dawn??? Oh, well, everyone thinks Elain is beautiful, so… This isn’t unique to Az.

Elain calling Azriel’s burned hands beautiful? Oh, silly, she was just talking about his siphon! Not his scars!

Elain saying her heart belongs to no one and not wanting a mate = Oh, well, she doesn’t know what she wants yet! Once she ✨heals✨ she’ll realize that the Cauldron, fate, society, religion, all that actually does know what’s best for her and that her feelings for Azriel were just a 😤rebound😤

Like at this point they’re so set on trying to “be right” that they’re taking every single moment of Elriel foreshadowing and finding some way to corrupt it into something negative or morally dubious. and it’s just…so odd to see happening in real time. Especially because I damn well know if any of their ships had these same exact interactions they’d all be jumping up and down and cheering endgame.

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The fact that SJM is going to be able to openly gush about Elain and Elriel sometime in the next year or so makes me so happy 🥹🥹🥹

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She shines ✨🦌

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Elriel Month Instagram Update

Hi friends 👋,

The Elriel Month team wanted to let you know that, unfortunately, our Instagram account is still shadowbanned. We’ve been behind the scenes trying various things to resolve this. We have always intended for our Instagram to be a year-around page, and are planning to become more active once again. We want to continue to spread our love of Elriel. So, if you have anything you’ve posted over the last few months that you’d like for us to repost on our Instagram, please let us know! We want to fill our grid with some beautiful content. 😊

We also wanted to let everyone know that going forward, out of abundance of caution, we will not be reposting or accepting collaborations for any NSFW art. We may also go back into our archives and un-collaborate with any NSFW pieces. While we love spicy Elriel art, we are committed to doing anything we can to get our Instagram account back to normal.

Thank you for your patience and understanding.

The Elriel Month Team 💕🦇🌸

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gwynriels claim that gwyn gets hated on unfairly, but i don't think that's true.

there is nothing about gwyn's character that is substantial enough to warrant hating her.

- pointing out the inconsistency regarding her age is not hating her.

- suggesting that she might not be ready for an on-page intimate relationship is not hating her (particularly remembering that SJM does not like writing power imbalances with regard to sexual relationships)

- saying that she is a tertiary character at best, is not hating her

- saying that her primary narrative purpose is to further nesta's journey is not hating her

- saying that she is not able to carry the wider narrative of ACOTAR as a whole, is not hating her. because she is not made, nor starborn, nor anything seemingly more than an ordinary high fae (she could be a lightsinger, but we all know how they feel about that lmao.)

- saying that gwyn's actual character is quite basic in conception, is not hating her.

- saying that it is utterly absurd to think that gwyn will "fix illyria" (not to mention the white saviorism of that theory), is not hating her

- saying that gwyn is not a protagonist is not hating her

- saying that gwyn and azriel are not mates, nor are they even love interests, is not hating her.

could you imagine how gwynriels would react if we treated gwyn the same way they treat elain?

saying that she should end up alone because she's not worthy of any male love interests because she's boring? (a favourite of elain haters)

or that she should fuck off to spring court and be with tamlin because there are river nymphs there (like how elain haters want her in spring court because she likes flowers or whatever)

gwyn "hatred" isn't even hatred. it's pointing out the inconsistency of fanon and theories.

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This was so adorable, I could cry. 🥹

A very large Illyrian - Elriel 🦇🌸

Word count : 1k2

✍🏻Summary : Elain and Azriel are not as discrete as they thought they were. Nesta is Nesta - she just knows. ( can you tell I suck at summary ?)

🌸 Anyway - Likes, reblog, and feedback are much much appreciated !

Elain lay tangled in the sheets, her breath uneven as Azriel finally drew back - though not far, close enough that his taste still clung to her lips. His hand hovered near her hip, fingers drawing slow, absent circles on her skin. His shadows moved lazily around her, tracing the paths their master took shortly before.

“We should get dressed,” she whispered, shifting to sit up. Her hair was tousled, cheeks flushed, and the world beyond her room - family dinner, polite conversation, masks and pretending - felt unbearably sharp.

He sighed, a deep exhale fully encompassing his wish to stay there for the night, forever. “Right.” His voice felt raw in the quiet, as if every careful word they’d shared between them had to vanish completely before the evening began.

“I smell like you,” she said, her fingers brushing the edge of the sheet, as if grounding herself in something real. Azriel looked at her, his gaze soft but unreadable. “It’s my second favorite smell in the world.” Elain paused at that “What’s the first? The smell of my chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven?” she teased. “That’s a strong third, but no. Your scent on me is actually my favorite.” Her breath caught, though she didn’t let it show. “Someone’s getting romantic.”

A few seconds passed in silence between them.

Then he pressed his lips to her forehead. “We can’t stay like this.” He let the words hang between them - a quiet admission he hated to make. He hated even more what came next. He wasn’t lying when he said his favorite scent these days was the way their smells mingled - how hers lingered to his skin, making his head spin and his heart race.

Elain stood, her robe slipping off one shoulder. He saw the quiet ache in her eyes. The same impossible pull.

“No. We can’t.” She moved toward the small door leading to the bathing room and paused just before stepping through. “I’ll go first.”

Water hissed softly over the marble as Elain lowered herself into the pale, creamy basin. Jasmine and lavender oils floated on the surface, meant to mask the fading scents of cedar and leather still lingering on her skin. The House of Wind had cleverly designed the bath so water would rain gently from above, cascading over her hair and shoulders and easing the tension in her muscles. The soothing flow calming her, a quiet anchor before the night’s coming chaos.

Outside the door, Azriel stood, muscles coiled, shadows flickering at his sides like restless whispers. He could still catch her scent, soft and faint, but it was now overpowered by the lavender soap she was likely using. In her bathroom, her soap sat by the bath, while his was tucked away in the cabinet. In his own bathroom, it was the opposite : his soap next to the bath, and hers hidden in the cabinet. He’d have to switch to the soap tucked away in her cabinet - the same one he kept in his own bathroom.

Elain stepped out of the bath, a plush towel wrapped around her, skin still pink from the heat. She moved quietly across the marble floor, steam curling around her ankles as she reached for the door. When it opened, Azriel looked up - and went still.

She stood framed in the soft light, steam drifting around her like mist. Her damp curls clung to her shoulders and back, water trailing down her arms and legs in slow, glistening paths. The towel hugged her form, and her flushed skin glowed with warmth. She tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear, eyes meeting his. “Your turn,” she said, voice low, threaded with quiet affection.

Azriel was already perched at the edge of her bed, head tilted up to look at her, his expression unreadable - except for the faint curve at the corner of his lips. The sun had nearly set, which meant it was almost time to head to the River House for dinner. Elain would go first, as always, alongside Cassian and Nesta. Azriel would come later, slipping in with some excuse about a late report from one of his spies. A rehearsed scene they’d used more than once.

He stood, pressing a kiss to her temple before disappearing into the attached bathroom, his leathers abandoned in a heap on the chaise.

As he stepped into the bath after her, body tense beneath the spray, he let the water cascade over him in silence, scrubbing away the residue of stolen touches, the intimacy of the afternoon. He closed his eyes, tasting her name on his lips, and allowed himself one slow inhale, filling his lungs.

Elain moved to her vanity, towel still wrapped around her chest, fingers rifling through her jewelry for something simple that wouldn’t draw attention. The room held a faint trace of him, despite the open window and the lavender oils from her bath. She picked up a brush, running it slowly through her damp hair, before starting to slip into the deep blue dress she’d laid out earlier.

And that was exactly when her bedroom door flew open.

“Elain!” Nesta’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. “What are you planning to - oh.”

Elain, halfway into her dress, yelped, stumbling back and clutching the bodice to her chest. “Nesta! What are you doing?!”

Her sister leaned casually against the doorframe, eyes quickly scanning the room, taking in the mess. Her brows lifted.

“I came to ask what you’re wearing to dinner,” she said with mock innocence. “But now I see the dress isn’t the most urgent decision you’ve made today.”

Elain opened her mouth to respond - then the sound hit them.

Water. Still running.

Nesta’s gaze sharpened.

“Elain,” she said flatly, “is someone in your bath?”

Elain blinked, starting to laugh nervously. “I - uh - I think I forgot to turn the faucet off.”

Nesta slowly turned her head, eyes taking in the evidence: tossed pillows, a lacy undergarment flung across the floor, and most damning of all : the pile of distinctly Illyrian leathers on her chaise, blue siphons catching the candlelight, alongside a legendary blade.

The splashing stopped. Silence fell like a curtain.

“Is that…” Nesta tilted her head, “a dagger?”

Elain stared at Truth-teller as if seeing it for the first time. “It might… be.”

“Elain,” Nesta said slowly, “is there a very large Illyrian in your bathroom right now?”

She buried her face in her hands. “Please go away.”

Nesta grinned. “Absolutely not.”

And just then - because the Cauldron clearly had a cruel sense of humor - the bathroom door slowly opened. Azriel stepped out, one towel slung low around his hips.

He froze.
Nesta froze.
Elain may have whispered a silent prayer to die.

“Oh,” Nesta said calmly. “Hello, Az.”

Azriel glanced down at the towel, then at Elain, then back to Nesta. “I thought she was alone,” he said evenly. Internally, he was scolding himself. How in hell did the spymaster of the Night Court not notice a new person in her room? He was probably still dazzled by his time with Elain, as usual.

“She was,” Nesta replied. “Then I came to ask about her dress. Which… seems futile now.”

And as if the situation wasn’t catastrophic enough already, the booming voice of Cassian called up from below. “Nesta! Elain! Are you two ready or what?”

Still looking at Azriel, Nesta raised her voice just enough to carry. “Just a minute! Elain’s… freshening up.”

She turned on her heel, brushing past Elain with a smirk and a pointed look that said: Ten minutes. I’m waiting downstairs. Figure it out.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Elain buried her face in Azriel’s bare chest and groaned. Dinner promised to be interesting.

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For some reason the "SJM said Gwyn is a fully grown woman" thing in opposition to the "Gwyn is probably too young for Azriel" arguments has been living in my head. This time it's in combination with the argument that she's "older than Elain" because she's 28 as fae whereas Elain was Made in her twenties as a human.

This is an overly simplified way to think about it, but humans and far have pretty different lifespans, especially any version of High Fae. We don't really know concrete upper limits, but we know the Bat Boys are hundreds of years old and aren't at all considered old - or even middle aged - by Fae standards. Humans, on the other hand, have much shorter lifespans.

Dogs, on average, live 10-15 years. Humans, on average, live to a current global average of 72+ years. You can have a five year old dog and a five year old human who were born on the same day, are the same number of years old, and are not actually "the same age" in terms of things that matter (like maturity and development). The human is still a child and the dog is well into its adulthood.

We can apply this same kind of framework to humans and Fae in Prythian. A 28 year old Fae is in fact likely to be younger, in terms of development and maturity, than a 20-something human. Elain was at a different level of maturity as a human than Gwyn has reached as a Fae.

This does not make Gwyn a literal child - I don't think anyone has been truly claiming that. It *does* mean that Elain, despite her lack of literal years, is likely considered closer in age to Azriel - by development and maturity - than Gwyn.

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"I'm getting her back."

Another fanart that's been gathering dust for over a year. I think it was the last one I drew of Elriel.

I also have some of Elain saved!

Anyway, I hope to draw Elain and Azriel again at some point. Hopefully, we'll get some great scenes in the new book.

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🎨 art by jenna.draw

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Another Elriel in the trunk wip

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meanwhile somewhere between in the garden in townhouse..

Elain: I love the sun.

Azriel: Me too (looking at her).

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Did I forget about Feyre week? Perhaps…ok yes 😂

Did I also draw this entirely yesterday evening? Also yes

Enjoy some Feyre and Rhysand goodness

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Loved this! 🔥😍

The Prophecy

Chapter 1: The Maiden

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At the far end of the ballroom—a ripple of movement.

Subtle, but enough to draw notice. Enough to hush conversation.

Heads turned. Bodies leaned. And woven through it all came a scent—faint, familiar. Fresh earth, honey, and something warmer beneath.

He found her instantly.

She wore a gown that didn’t belong to the Elain Archeron he knew. Deep, shadowed silk, cinched at the waist, the neckline daring enough to make even Hewn’s courtiers pause. Her hair was tied back, exposing the curve of her neck, her collarbones, the freckled sweep of her shoulders.

The crowd hadn’t parted, but they moved like it had. Composed and deliberate.

Mor’s eyes found him first. She nudged Elain lightly, murmured something that made her blink, then lift her gaze.

The moment her eyes met Azriel’s, her breath caught. Just a flicker. Surprise, then something cooler. Not fear. Not quite.

Interest.

Dangerous little flower.

“Az,” Mor said lightly, coming to a stop before him. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Mor.”

A beat.

“Elain.”

She lifted her chin. “Azriel.”

His name on her lips curled down his spine. He took her in again—the gown, the candlelight brushing her cheekbones, the vulnerable line of her throat where her pulse fluttered. She didn’t belong here. Not in this court. Not in that dress. Not in his line of sight, standing too calm, too poised, like she couldn’t feel the danger licking at the edges of the room.

Whatever this was—whatever game Mor was playing—it ended now.

“Take her home.”

That earned him a look from Elain. Bright. Sharp. Proud.

Mor sighed. “You’re such a joy when you’re working.”

Azriel stepped forward as the crowd around them resumed their conversation. Mor arched a brow but didn’t protest when he caught her elbow and steered her toward a shadowed alcove off the ballroom floor. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm—unmistakably serious.

Once they were out of earshot, Azriel rounded on her.

“What the hell are you thinking?”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Elain,” he said, voice flat. “Bringing her here.”

“She’s not helpless, Azriel.”

He shook his head, sharp and disbelieving. Mor’s eyes swept over him, pausing on whatever flicker of emotion he hadn’t managed to hide. Her shoulders eased, just slightly.

“She had a vision. A female being taken. Feyre thought it might be connected to what you’re already investigating. We both did.”

Of course they had. He would’ve, too—if it had been anyone else.

“So what’s your plan? Parade her through the pit and hope something useful rattles loose?”

Mor shrugged, casual as ever. “No parading required. I was going to leave her here with you.”

His expression turned to stone. “That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

“You are if you think that would be in her best interests.”

Something in her face shifted—less smug, more knowing. “I know exactly what kind of male you turn into down here, Az. And you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

There it was—the raw edge of it. The dark, unspoken fear that clung to him tighter than any shadow.

What terrified him wasn’t what Hewn might do to Elain.

It was what he might do.

What the dark might draw out of him. What she might see.

“She trusts you,” Mor continued. “And I’m still royalty down here. If I stayed, all eyes would be on me. I thought someone less…” her mouth curved slightly, “distracting might be better.”

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because she wasn’t wrong—and that made it worse.

“What did Rhys have to say?”

“He doesn’t know.”

His jaw flexed. “Convenient.”

She gave a small smile. “Two days. Try not to scare her off.”

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What would have happened if Rhys hadn't interrupted Elain and Azriel in the bonus chapter 😌

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Thank you so much! 💕

Little Heir

@duskwhisperer and I are so excited to share “Little Heir” with you for @azrielappreciationweek day one, the family you make.

Thank you, @ruisfree for collaborating with us and bringing this piece to life. Still smiling and kicking our feet over all the creative details you added. We loved working with you! 💕

This commission and fic were inspired by the adorable idea of Azriel catching Nyx sneaking Aunt Elain’s cookies late at night. 🍪 We wanted to capture Azriel trying not to smile while Nyx guiltily looked up at him. With the scene set in Elain and Azriel’s kitchen, we thought it would be perfect to show Nyx’s artwork on display. And of course, we couldn’t resist showing our appreciation for a shirtless Az. 😏 We truly hope you adore this piece as much as we do.

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Trigger warnings: mild NSFW language, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,177

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Azriel felt the pull even in his deep sleep. That urgent tug that something was amiss. He knew the feeling of his shadows trying to drag him from his slumber. Had experienced it for years.

He very nearly growled at the disruption, until a single shadow curled around his ear, whispering their secrets.

The heir is awake. He wanders the house.

That had his attention, his eyes blinking open and seeing the sky outside their bedroom window still stained deep blue and purple, the sun not yet basking over the eastern mountains to grace them with its presence. The moon’s glow across the floor indicated it was still very late at night or in the wee hours of the morning. Far too early for the nearly five-year-old to be out of bed.

Why Nyx was awake, he didn’t know, but he’d soon find out. Azriel carefully detached himself from Elain’s warm body. Her brows furrowed in protest, a wordless sound passing through her parted lips as he slowly slipped away.

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