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@nobibiname
Welcome to my blog! acotar fanfic, mostly Elriel. tears_of_dreams on AO3
My AU Pirates fanfic:
Songs and Visions for Prythian (Elriel, Adventure, Romance, Slow Burn, 🏴☠️) read on Ao3
One shots.
Hands of thorns, touch of petals (Elriel, romance and fluff) read on Ao3
Every waterfall in Prythian (Nessian, Elriel implied, attempted comedy)
Also I just recently started writing, I love feedback, don’t be shy :)
More stuff coming soon!
A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.
What Bloomed in the Darkgarden // A story by ehoney
Chapter 44: Asphodel
“Elain?” he whispered, and it was this: her name on his lips, a prayer- a plea- the last ember of a light fading atop a ruined tower- that had her crossing the space between them.
Read the chapter here.
Tbr!!!
Another Elain and Azriel adventuring Moodboard
Dressed simply and practically, for long treks to distant lands, Elain can get her heart's fill of faraway places, their landscapes and architecture, the fascinating cultures, the culinary marvels, and beautiful trees, flowers, and fruits, she has never seen or tasted before. Elain is in love with every single, new wonder she gets to experience. Sometimes she thinks she will never tire of the sights, the sounds and scents of their adventures. And Azriel? He gets to be there, and watch her face light up, with every new flower she finds, every new fruit she tastes, and every conversation with the locals that so easily warm to her. He gets to just be there.
my headcanon is that Azriel has a nipple piercing
in my headcanon he has a happy trail
In my Headcanon he has a Prince Albert, or even a Jacob's Ladder
In my headcanon Azriel absolutely has multiple slutty piercings
My headcanon is Azriel has very slutty thigh tattoos… one of those stylized, black and white, rose ones
Elain likes to trace them, very veeeeeryyy slowly when, ahem, she’s in the area
“I can hear the sea. Even at night. Even in my dreams. The crashing sea—and the screams of a bird made of fire.” - Elain, ACOWAR
Songs and Visions for Prythian
Chapter 2: The Crying Lady
Read on Ao3
Read ch1
Summary
Having parted ways, Elain and Azriel cannot seem to get their encounter on the Handsome out of their heads. They each seem at war with themselves how to feel about the encounter. Luckily, due to pure chance, or perhaps something else, their paths appear to converge, and they are bound to meet again.
The Summit has begun. And though Cassian is supposed to mind their rivals, and the politics of the meeting, he cannot help but indulge in a particular distraction. Meanwhile Feyre sits at the seat of Power in Velaris, preoccupied with both her hardships, and the weight of a ruler.
Chapter 2: The Crying Lady
Feyre 1; Velaris Isle
It had been a few days since she sent that wretched message to Cassian, and Feyre still felt faded with misery. She had been scolding herself endlessly for using their taboo. They simply didn't do that. Her friend was so strong, she couldn't imagine him using it, and she knew he'd forgive her. Still, she felt wretched. In the depths of starless nights, her nightmare rang in echoes of the taboo. remember, remember, remember
She closed her eyes, to get a breath of reprieve, but there was a knock on the window of her office, a stark reminder that the day of the Lady of Velaris had no room for idleness. She stepped out on the small balcony into the endless gloom of the day, to find a messenger gull with the daily news. The new shattered world held mostly pain for her, but she had to admit there were some ingenious inventions making life easier. Such as the dissemination of news via messenger seagulls, a new specialty of Dawn. It came as no surprise to her, Dawn have always been so fond of tinkering, and without magic, they have been inspired to design stunning creations.
The news had mostly been a continuation of the usual headaches in her life. Hybern was always expanding the navy, pretending to render justice, and poaching the youths of the seas for their brutal organization. Some islands in the east, the outer reaches of Summer have been burned down. Keir in the Nightmare Isles was once again employing war tactics of harassing Summer, stopping short of actually declaring war; the coward. And Tamlin announced another trade deal, typically toeing the line between being painfully neutral, and painfully useless.
There had also been a shipwreck in the sea between the human lands and Hybern. The cargo, a large shipment of iron ore washed up on the shores of some nearby unclaimed islands, along with large crates of fae-yarrow, henbane, and the lichen usnea.
In the section on local news, another curious tidbit caught her eye.
Three day riot on Dawnskerry! The riot that began in the tavern 'the Grinning Shark' has now been ongoing for three days. The original perpetrators have not been caught, and the trigger for the event is rumored to be a spot of cheating at cards. Local authorities on Dawnskerry have yet to interfere, as the event has attracted an audience that has given some of the neighboring establishments that are not involved in the skirmish, a boost in sales.
Feyre pinched the bridge of her nose. Piracy, another headache in her life; these cursed pirates will be the end of her. A skirmish lasting several days, or even a few weeks was rare, but not unheard of. Dawn, however, couldn't possibly be reaching front page news. Not right now!
Almost instantly, the thought of pirates flooded her mind with silky, black, waist long hair, half woven in an impressive warrior braid, flowing with the song of the wind. The new tattoos that told tales of the sea, piercing blue eyes and midnight voice, were not welcome, but they came anyway. Must she yearn for that which she could not have for over a century, every single damnable day? She could hardly even think the word pirate without the hair and the piercings and the eyes running through her mind. If given the chance she would live the rest of her long life with the new name, and without their shared memories, if he'd just come back to her... just come back. And then her pain turned to anger, like it always did.
... Read the rest on Ao3
Thank you for reading! You're making a novice writer very happy :) I was hoping to get this out by end of Elriel Month of 2026... so here's my late submission, if it still counts lol As always, let me know if you want to be included in the notices!
Notes: @tragiclore @lentejita25 @karmaliciouslife
~ Songs and Visions for Prythian ~
Chapter 2 coming on Monday!
Catch up on ch1 here
What's happening in the next chapter?
Az and Elain have met by complete accident, and he helped her get out of a sticky situation (quite gladly actually). Surely they must have parted ways by now, but maybe the encounter stayed with them somehow. They still have their own journeys to complete, will they cross paths in the future? We also get a short glimpse of what Feyre is up to, and Cassian meets a few new players at the Summit.
I wanted to say a huge thanks to anyone who's read chapter 1, it means so much! I'm still a new writer, haven't been writing long (and shared even fewer works), I take forever to edit, and am still getting my bearings, but I just want to keep writing :)
And if you want, tell me which ones of my pirate collages you prefer 🏴☠️ 😆 I can't seem to decide on just one
Choice..
🎨 art by shanlie.art
What a beautiful depiction of Elain’s struggle in the next book 🫶
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Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He'd beg on his knees for a chance to taste it.
Art: mageonduty
Speechless…. ❤️
@elriel-month | Gardens
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.
✨Art by aurithemoon
✨Commissioned by me
✨Please do not repost without permission. Likes and shares are appreciated.
such beautiful artwork
Rot
Bone
Bloom
Like the second half of the Book of Breathings sang:
Life and death and rebirth
Sun and moon and dark
Rot and bloom and bone
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Love me, touch me, sing me.
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And as Feyre concluded, this was Chaos. The force the Princes of Hel would never defile with violence.
The Starsword and Truth-Teller unlocked the land’s ley lines and unleashed its pure, inherent magic. Like other parts of nature, it communicates through song: a symphony of life and joy and beauty. The stones bones of the earth move in perfect harmony with that earthly music, and its skin blooms with life once again.
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𝘿𝙖𝙮 28: 𝘼𝙐𝙨
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✮♱✮ art by @luxury_banshee
✮♱✮ commissioned by elain_kingslayer & me
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With all 3 of us being big Genshin Impact fans, the idea of @elain_kingslayer and I commissioning my beloved @luxury_banshee for this piece. For @elriel-month , we wanted to have Elain as a Dendro catalyst user, and Azriel as cryo polearm since it just fits them so perfectly! They would fit in soooo well with Teyvat, honestly. Coming up with this art was soooooo fun, the biggest shoutout to my wonderful and amazing friends for collaborating on such a stunning and perfect piece! We can’t wait to see how the both of them will overcome their challenges and obstacles in the upcoming books.
༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.
✮♱✮ characters are Elain Archeron & Azriel
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✮♱✮ likes, saves, and shares are always appreciated!
✮♱✮ no reposts allowed.
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ohh, love me some Anime style Elriel :)
this is perfect
#elriel month day 27th "Touch"
I had this one in the vault for a long time but I am sneaking this in now an hour before I am due to start an exam 🥴
Please be kind, it was my first ever drawing of them and elains face took forever to get it just the right angle 😂
I love you all. Thank you for being amazing in this fandom!
Wednesday WIP
My contribution to Elriel month 2026 , my Pirate AU story
In chapter 1 Azriel and Elain have met by happenstance on the ship of the Bats pirates. They have separated but not forgotten, will chance bring them together again? In a Prythian shattered into islands, the seer Elain must go on a different kind of treasure hunt.
Read chapter 1 on Ao3
Songs and Visions for Prythian
Chapter 2: snippet
Chocolate, why was he craving chocolate? A casual observer might not have noticed that Azriel was not only walking aimlessly in the markets of DawnsPort, but that he was also very irritated. All his contacts have come up empty. He'd have nothing to report back to his captain, and it had put him in a sour mood. He sent them all on a mission to find more information, but for now, he just felt useless.
Summer chocolate sounded good right about now.
He had stayed with her through the night in case someone were to discover her. It was a flimsy excuse, but she must have forgotten to point that out. They talked the whole night, and he absorbed all the pieces of her he could. Between the chunks of rather impressive lies, he gathered she harbored talent and enthusiasm for herbalism. Good thing too, she'll need it to help her aunt. Azriel smiled to himself at that particular, well crafted lie.
Her name though. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get her to admit Peony wasn't her name.
He stopped by a stand of navigational gadgets and maps, and examined a few pieces without real interest.
When he handed her the simple dinner he had scrounged up in the ship's kitchens, he noticed she smelled like sandalwood and something floral. It was a type of soap quite popular in Velaris, and Azriel wondered if she might have made it herself.
Why was he torturing himself?
He won't run into her again, this was clearly a woman who won't be found, if she doesn't want to be found. Azriel's way of staying in touch was to hire informants and minor spies. He couldn't bring himself to even broach the subject. But why? It would have been dangerous for her, sure. But so was sneaking onto the ship of the Bats pirates, and she had brazenly done that already. Ever since he had helped her sneak off the ship early this morning, and in the middle of the most awkward farewell, neither made a move to see each other again, he had been utterly miserable.
The salesman threw him a glance as he was finishing with a customer, and Azriel decided to disappear before the man attempted to sell him an ancient and secret treasure map, that he has definitely never tried to sell anyone before.
As he turned to leave he got a whiff of sandalwood and verbena, and his head spun so fast he almost knocked into an unsuspecting youth. But it had only been a herbal oils and perfume stand selling Velaris soap. The woman in the booth did not have chocolate eyes, or honey brown hair.
Wednesday WIP
My contribution to Elriel month 2026 , my Pirate AU story
In chapter 1 Azriel and Elain have met by happenstance on the ship of the Bats pirates. They have separated but not forgotten, will chance bring them together again? In a Prythian shattered into islands, the seer Elain must go on a different kind of treasure hunt.
Read chapter 1 on Ao3
Songs and Visions for Prythian
Chapter 2: snippet
Chocolate, why was he craving chocolate? A casual observer might not have noticed that Azriel was not only walking aimlessly in the markets of DawnsPort, but that he was also very irritated. All his contacts have come up empty. He'd have nothing to report back to his captain, and it had put him in a sour mood. He sent them all on a mission to find more information, but for now, he just felt useless.
Summer chocolate sounded good right about now.
He had stayed with her through the night in case someone were to discover her. It was a flimsy excuse, but she must have forgotten to point that out. They talked the whole night, and he absorbed all the pieces of her he could. Between the chunks of rather impressive lies, he gathered she harbored talent and enthusiasm for herbalism. Good thing too, she'll need it to help her aunt. Azriel smiled to himself at that particular, well crafted lie.
Her name though. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get her to admit Peony wasn't her name.
He stopped by a stand of navigational gadgets and maps, and examined a few pieces without real interest.
When he handed her the simple dinner he had scrounged up in the ship's kitchens, he noticed she smelled like sandalwood and something floral. It was a type of soap quite popular in Velaris, and Azriel wondered if she might have made it herself.
Why was he torturing himself?
He won't run into her again, this was clearly a woman who won't be found, if she doesn't want to be found. Azriel's way of staying in touch was to hire informants and minor spies. He couldn't bring himself to even broach the subject. But why? It would have been dangerous for her, sure. But so was sneaking onto the ship of the Bats pirates, and she had brazenly done that already. Ever since he had helped her sneak off the ship early this morning, and in the middle of the most awkward farewell, neither made a move to see each other again, he had been utterly miserable.
The salesman threw him a glance as he was finishing with a customer, and Azriel decided to disappear before the man attempted to sell him an ancient and secret treasure map, that he has definitely never tried to sell anyone before.
As he turned to leave he got a whiff of sandalwood and verbena, and his head spun so fast he almost knocked into an unsuspecting youth. But it had only been a herbal oils and perfume stand selling Velaris soap. The woman in the booth did not have chocolate eyes, or honey brown hair.
