[islamontgomery123]

✨✨Bat boys & Archeron sisters dynamics— three brothers x three sisters is inevitable and superior, your honor. Evidence: HERE

Bat boy’s HAVE sorted out their priorities: here

Every Lucien vs Az scene/mention pertaining to Elain:

Part 1 Part 2

Gwyn is a lightsinger. I know this to be true because Mor told me: here and here and here

The Cauldron, More on the Cauldron, Guess what, more Cauldron

Spy gang things: Nuala and Cerridwen, Spy Things, Besties, They’re sentimental okay?,, Spy Elain, Vallahan

Elain & Az are mates, argue with the wall: here, here, here, here… here

Inject into my veins: here, here, here, here, here

Elain stays surprising everyone, but not me! Here

Shadow things, Void things, Cauldron things. here

Vision things, wedding things, jewelry things in stock: here

The future of ACOTAR: here

Elain✨

Feysand💜

Prythian’s IT couples paparazzi’d(and credited!) 📸: here, here, here

Sleeping Beauty: Part One, Part Two, Briar

[jasmineandshadows]

Elriel Month // Gardens

From "would you like me to show you the garden?" to 3am chats about gardening plans to the fact that our boy is always peeking out windows to watch Elain gardening below, there's something about Elriel and gardens that just hits. For this piece, I wanted to imagine another happy garden moment, with Azriel returning home from a mission and making a beeline straight to Elain's garden because he knows that's where he'll find his girl. 💐

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🎨 Art by @azeher_may

✨ Commissioned by me for @elriel-month

💙 Please do not repost. Reblogs are welcome! 

[islamontgomery123]

Elriel Month Day 5: Gardens

🌹🌻🌷🪻

Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. He, too, wore his Illyrian armor, Elain's golden-brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulders.

He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door.

Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face.

Azriel smiled faintly. "Would you like me to show you the garden?"

She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them.

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded—just once.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn't tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, "Beautiful."

Color bloomed high on Azriel's golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.

My hair still damp from the bath I'd just taken, I slid my heavy earrings through my lobes and peered out our bedroom window, monitoring the garden below.

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports—likely information on the Autumn Court that he planned to present to Rhys once he'd sorted through it all.

Already dressed for the Hewn City—the brutal, beautiful armor so at odds with the lovely garden. And my sister sitting within it.

"Why not make them mates?" I mused.

Cassian's dark brows narrowed. I dragged a hand over my face before going to Elain and touching her too-bony shoulder. "Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely."

"I can help her," said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand.

Nesta monitored him like a hawk, but kept silent as Elain took his hand, and out they went.

Azriel strode to the lone window at the end of the room and peered into the garden below. "I've never stayed in this room." His midnight voice filled the space.

"No," Azriel said, not turning from the window.

Azriel remained at the window. "Will Nesta stay here if she comes?"

"I’d still be surprised if they remember once the storm clears," Azriel said, turning from the garden window at last.

It was three by the time the others went to bed. (...)

Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she'd sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea, but I sent him a silent prayer of thanks for his kindness before Rhys and I slipped upstairs.

I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder.

[islamontgomery123]

Elriel Month Day 5: Gardens

I’m just happy we’ll actually get to follow them next time 😭 No more disappearing off page, take us with youuu 😭😭

[islamontgomery123]

Elriel in ACOFAS ❄️💙🩵

Elriel Month Day 4: Canon

Part Two

[islamontgomery123]

Elriel in ACOFAS❄️💙🩵

Elriel Month Day 4: Canon

Part One

[curlychip]

I did a full re-read of the Captive Prince trilogy and something that stood out to me is how much Pacat respects their audience’s intelligence. Things are not pointlessly repeated. The dialogue is not convoluted and the characters do not drift away from their characterisation for the sake of simplicity and shock. The audience is expected to keep up with the plot and not be served the facts on a platter. Things that escape the main POV character’s notice can be revealed to the reader, as long as they are paying attention. Our own understanding of the line of events is not strictly tied to that of Damen’s.

The love and labour put into the pages is apparent in every sentence. The book requires your full attention, and that’s its power.

[islamontgomery123]

So I watched Sleeping Beauty...

"Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you'll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love's kiss, the spell shall break."

True love = Soulmate

"See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it's a mate."

"How." The word was barely more than a barked command.

I braced myself to warn Nesta to be polite, but Madja said to my sister, as if she were a small child, "The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls."

Not in death,

Her skin was so pale it looked like fresh snow in the harsh light. I realized then that the color of death, of sorrow, was white. The lack of color. Of vibrancy.

but just in sleep,

Azriel stepped forward. "But you heard something else."

Elain seemed about to nod, but only backed away. "I think I was dreaming," she murmured. "I think I'm always dreaming these days."

the fateful prophecy you'll keep

Seer. The word clanged through me. She'd known. She'd warned Nesta about the Ravens. And in the chaos of the attack, that little realization had slipped from me. Slipped from me as reality and dream slipped and entwined for Elain. Seer.

And from this slumber you shall wake,

Elain blinked and blinked, eyes clearing again.

when true love's kiss,

"We're the ones who need..." Azriel trailed off. "A seer," he said, more to himself than us. "The Cauldron made you a seer."

the spell shall break.

As if the understanding, our understanding... it freed her from whatever murky realm she'd been in.

🎶For true love conquers all🎶

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her.

Part Two

[islamontgomery123]

Elriel Month Day 1: fairytale 🌹

[islamontgomery123]

Elriel x Tangled

Elriel Month Day 1: fairytale

Beyond the windows, darkness had indeed fallen. The longest night of the year. I found Elain studying it, beautiful in her amethyst-colored gown. I made to move toward her, but someone beat me to it. The shadowsinger was clad in a black jacket and pants similar to Rhysand's—the fabric immaculately tailored and built to fit his wings.

He still wore his Siphons atop either hand, and shadows trailed his footsteps, curling like swirled embers, but there was little sign of the warrior otherwise. Especially as he gently said to my sister, "Happy Solstice."

Elain turned from the snow falling in the darkness beyond and smiled slightly. "I've never participated in one of these."

It was three by the time the others went to bed. (...)

Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she'd sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea, but I sent him a silent prayer of thanks for his kindness before Rhys and I slipped upstairs.

"And I think Elain—Elain would like it, too. Though she'd probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet." I smiled at the thought—at how handsome they would be together.

Feyre:

Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn't stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn't go near the fire.

His secret to tell, never hers.

Nesta:

He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. "It will serve you well."

"I—I don't know how to use it—“

Elain:

But as a black blade broke through the king's throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king's neck as she snarled in his ear, "Don't you touch my sister."

Also Elain:

Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain's face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.

Az’s shadows:

Nesta started, not having heard her sister approach. She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she'd been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.

Elain was in her nightgown. Gagged, wrists wrapped in steel that glowed violet. Her eyes went wide as she saw us—Azriel and me—I shifted my face back into my own, raising a hand to my lips as Azriel knelt before her. I kept up my litany of praying, beseeching the Cauldron to make my womb fruitful, on and on—

Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. "You came for me."

The shadowsinger only inclined his head. (....) "We don't have time'" Azriel murmured. "He's coming." The screaming and shouting began. Azriel scooped up Elain, looping her bound arms around his neck. "Hold tight," he ordered her, "and don't make a sound."

“Yes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them. 

Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.  

Offer and permission.

He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.

To be continued Oct 2026💙🩷

[shadowedpetals]

Elain the moment she sees Lucien:

[tragiclore]

Rhys almost crying when Feyre smiles at him for the first time

🤝🏼

Azriel randomly standing in the hallway listening to Elain’s laugh

[islamontgomery123]

An addition to the lightsinger theory

Part one

Part two

[allergictononsense]

“I waited until I had a stack of steaming slices before I said, “Nesta is still a part of this family.” “Is she?” Elain sawed deep into the next loaf. “She certainly doesn’t act like it.” I hid my frown. “Did something happen when you saw her today?” Elain didn’t answer. She just kept slicing the bread.”

[azrielsbxtch]

Just realized when Tamlin locked Feyre up in the manor, the power she instinctively reached for was Rhysand’s….

[elainarcheronsvisions]

Just a reminder that Elain and Azriel’s fingers occasionally brush against each other😌

[islamontgomery123]

Too many razor-sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike. Too many wants and needs left his skin overheated and pulling taut across his bones. So he slept only when his body gave out, and even then only for a few hours.

Azriel couldn't stop it. The envy in his chest. Of Cassian, and Rhys. He knew he'd be swallowed by it if he went up to his bedroom, so he'd remained down here by the dying light of the fire.  

But even the silence weighed too heavily, and though the shadows kept him company, as they always had, as they always would, he found himself leaving the room.

But she'd gotten Azriel one last year— a headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which he'd done every night he’d slept there. Or attempted to sleep there.

Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn't stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much. Elain's large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days.

ACOSF- Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn’t stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn’t go near the fire.

The infamous bonus chapter has THIS in it. The way I wouldn’t ever bring up another ship if this is what was being said in the same chapter 😭 And that’s even setting aside him calling her beautiful in 100 different ways, and the sexual tension that could be cut with a knife that follows. Razor-sharp thoughts slicing him any time he’s still? Pulling taut across his bones? Sleeps only when his body gives out, and even then only a few hours? He’d be swallowed by envy if he so much as went to his room? Silence weighing too heavy? Staring at headache power ffs every night? Can’t stand the sight of Elain and Lucien? Was going to leave solstice with his family during a time he thinks is important to spend with others? Hasn’t been coming to family dinners because he wants her so much? His eyes full of so much pain that Nesta couldn’t help but console him?

If this isn’t absolute peak yearning behavior idk what is. There’s not a chance in hell Lucien’s “longing” even comes close.

[islamontgomery123]

For the females, it is usually easier to ignore, but the males ... It can drive them mad. It is their burden to fight through, but some believe they are entitled to the female.

Idk about you guys but Azriel sure seems like a male driven mad about not being able to be with his mate.

[islamontgomery123]

Dying on the hill of a crackship for five years is crazy when Elriel has literally always been endgame. Godspeed to these people fr