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Filthy Sweet Beginnings
Pairing: Elain x Azriel x Cassian
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Drawn in by the shadowsinger’s bedroom voice, Cassian stumbles upon Azriel and Elain having sex. The rest is simple: Cassian joins.
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Azriel must realize that Cassian’s here, watching him. He only tenses for a moment before trailing his scarred hands over the female’s soft skin. His fingers flex when he reaches her ass, squeezing as he angles her to deepen each thrust, pounding into her until her hands clutch at the back of the lounge chair she’s bent over.
“Gods, Az, ” she moans. The sound is breathy, muffled further as she presses her face against the fabric of the chair. Her hair is mussed, Cassian notices, her golden curls scattered around her until Azriel sweeps it back and tightens it around a fist. He uses his hold to shift her attention, to tilt her head until widened brown eyes land on Cassian.
Surprise leaves him stumbling back, until his shoulder hits the doorframe with a low thud.
His mind is reeling, yet she stares at him. With her flushed cheeks. And her full lips that part ever so slightly. And those fucking familiar doe eyes that never leave him.
It’s takes a moment for Cassian to piece together that she hasn’t stopped.
Unexpectedly, Elain thrusts back against Azriel—with more intensity than before—as she stares over her shoulder at another male. At him. Cassian, who’s cock twitches against his trousers at the sight of the two people fucking before him. Even from the distance, the interwoven scent of their arousal is enough to threaten the buckling of his knees. Yet, he holds firm against the doorframe until he forces a teasing smile to his lips.
Only then does he move further into the room.
“What do we have here?” he asks simply. Each word is a taunt, yet both Elain and Azriel tremble as if his question were a caress. It’s enough of an invitation that he allows his fingers to find the laces of his trousers, to draw them open and free his straining cock.
“We’re…” Elain begins, but her throat must go dry at the sight of him. Her mouth falls completely open. Her eyes glaze over as he fists himself—slow and purposefully. Circling the chair creaking beneath the weight of the two fae, he moves until he’s inches away from Elain’s face.
Up close, he can see the silvered edges to her eyes, can see the lashes fanning over her cheeks as she blinks up at him. With a rough movement, Azriel pulls on her hair until her back arches and her head tilts up just a bit more, exposing her throat. Her breasts thrust outward at the same time. The fullness of them is the perfect handful, Cassian notes; her pink nipples beg for his tongue.
But he has other plans, even as Azriel continues to fuck her.
“What have you gotten yourself into, Elain?” Cassian clicks his tongue, mock chastising.
“I…” She tries for words. “Az, he—”
“Do your sisters know you’re here, whoring yourself out to the shadowsinger?” His eyes dart up to Azriel and narrow before they shift back to her. “That you’re not getting muddied in a garden, but becoming absolutely filthy in Azriel’s office?”
“They… They don’t.”
“So you’ve been sneaking around?” When he slides his palm over his cock, Elain’s gaze tries to dip down, but Azriel’s hold on her hair keeps her still. “Hoping you wouldn’t get caught?”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She doesn't say a word, but a low whine escapes her.
“Or did you want someone to find you?” Cassian hums thoughtfully, dragging a thumb over the head of his dick. “Did you fuck Az where anyone can stumble upon you because you weren’t satisfied with just him?”
“I can satisfy her perfectly fine,” Az huffs, picking up his ceaseless onslaught between Elain’s legs.
“Oh, I’m sure.” The corners of Cassian’s lips curve upwards, his grin becoming genuine—less restrained. “I’m simply beginning to get the impression that our Elain would like it better if she were getting fucked by more than one dick.”
His thumb passes over his cock again, coming away wet.
“Isn’t that right, Lainy?” he asks. Yet, he already knows her response. He sees it in the way she blinks up at him, the way she seems torn between thrusting back against Azriel and shifting closer to him. Cassian puts her out of her misery—at least a bit—as he steps imperceptibly closer, raising his hand and the bead of precum that glistens against his skin. He gets his answer when he smears the wetness against her bottom lip, when her tongue arcs in a slow glide and tastes him.
But he needs her to say it.
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I am currently writing for A Court of Thorns and Roses!
Because I post updates and keep up with my fics most regularly on my AO3 account, miss_belivet, this list links out to each fic there. (This masterlist is outdated as of 4/19/24. Check my AO3 for current projects.)
Ongoing multi-chapter fics are marked with an asterisk (*). For more information about ratings, content warnings, and additional minor pairings, please check the tags on AO3. Also, please note that I am a multishipper!
Nessriel
viciousness & intelligence* — It is well known across Prythian that High Fae mating bonds are a rare and sacred union between two souls. Lesser fae mating bonds, more common yet less studied than their High Fae counterparts, are bound by an entirely different set of rules.
After the ball in the Hewn City, Nesta and Cassian swore to each other that there would be no one else. Ever. They didn't account for Azriel.
promises & punishments — Nesta and Cassian face the consequences of breaking their promises to Azriel. Set in the universe of viciousness & intelligence, but can be read as a standalone. PWP.
clandestine meetings — Prompt fill for “In my dreams, we’re still together,” with Nessriel. Oneshot.
Feysand
As the World Falls Down* — Based on a prompt from deepwaterwritingprompts: Sometimes in the dead of night on the way to the kitchen for a glass of water, I see an extra door in the hallway, black and imposing. Five times the High Lord of the Night Court tries to lure his human mate across the wall and the one time she hunts him instead.
Bejeweled — Every court has their own Great Rite with unique, ancient traditions. The Night Court’s priestesses have played coy with Rhysand since he inherited the throne last year about what imbuing the Night Court with his magic means; all they tell him is that he is meant to spend the night in the mines while everyone else attends an orgy without him. He doesn’t expect to meet Feyre, a faerie made of crystal who leads him on a chase deeper and deeper into the mines as the Rite’s magic overcomes him. PWP.
Poltergeist Darling* — Rhysand's grip on her tightened as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tamlin and I didn’t shuffle your corpse around for a week every month, if that’s what you’re thinking. I had to do some good old-fashioned graverobbing to get you, Feyre.” (What would have happened if Feyre wasn’t resurrected Under the Mountain?) PWP.
Hear It in the Silence (See It with the Lights Out) — Feyre's shields are weakened after a long, exhausting night with her mate, and she reveals an embarrassing secret she's been hiding from him. Rhys learns something new and exciting about his darling and gives her everything she wants. PWP.
High Infidelity — Prompt fill for “Why does this feel like goodbye?” with Feysand. In a world where Rhys was a split-second too late to interrupt Feyre’s wedding, he and his mate have to make the most of their bargain. Unfortunately, the goodbyes never get easier. Angst. Oneshot.
What a Mind — After years of avoiding reading lessons as a human, Feyre finally learned during those long, endless hours copying letters during her first visits to the Night Court. She even enjoyed it, developing a voracious appetite for books in the Spring Court. However, faced with an official document in outdated penmanship as High Lady, she realizes that no matter how much effort she put into those lessons, she still has more to learn. Oneshot.
Delicate* — Driven by instinct in the split-second after the mating bond snaps, Rhys abducts Feyre from the balcony overlooking the Middle during their goodbyes. Now that Feyre has seen Velaris—and witnessed Rhysand break down sobbing in another female’s arms, spouting some nonsense about mating bonds—she is forbidden to leave the city and return home to Tamlin and the Spring Court until the Inner Circle unanimously agrees that she is not a threat to the security and secrecy of their beloved City of Starlight. Slow updates.
Of the Archer and the Dark* — Feyre Archeron is the youngest member of the Fae nobility trapped in Under the Mountain. When she is dragged before the High Queen of Prythian in her father’s attempt to settle his gambling debts by selling her hand in marriage, Feyre faces scrutiny from all sides: the wicked queen herself, who takes a particular interest in securing a match for her; the leaders of the rebellion, who already paid the price of failure once; and the cruel High Lord of the Night Court, who seems to enjoy nothing more than dismantling the defenses Feyre has spent years building against monsters like him. Hiatus.
Elriel
Visions of You* — After learning of her younger sister's fate Under the Mountain, Elain Archeron struggled to envision her future as the lady of the Nolan estate. Sometimes, when she woke in the night and the iron band of her engagement ring was cold as ice on her finger, she knew only dread.
She had no such trouble with the fearsome faerie male who made a habit of checking on her nearly every day. It might have been some trick, a faerie enchantment or thrall, but falling in love with him was the easiest thing she ever did. Canon Divergence in ACOMAF, human Elain x Azriel.
all’s well that ends well (to end up with you) — Elain serves Azriel at Solstice dinner, a bond between them snaps, and they are sent into the mating frenzy as chaos ensues around them when the Inner Circle's holiday celebration is turned into an impromptu mating ceremony. Canon divergence.
Crimson Clover — When a stranger tries to kidnap Nyx during an outing to the park, Elain reacts the same way she did that day on the battlefield: by going for the throat. Azriel distracts her in the aftermath.
Hindsight — Elain Archeron used to be the world's darling, a sweet, wholesome pop superstar with millions of best friends. Her star never seemed to stop rising… Until a slighted ex leaked a video of Elain slut-shaming another singer. Now, she's launching a comeback album to tell her side of the story, and she knows her bodyguard, Azriel Shadowsinger, will do everything in his power to ensure she's never hurt like that again. Modern AU. On indefinite hiatus.
Glitch* — After a messy breakup with her college sweetheart, Elain retreated from her life as a social butterfly, moved home to Velaris, and started a work-from-home career as a shibari artist and a playful, kinky influencer on social media. Her little sister, Feyre, is eager to get Elain out of hiding—and to set her up with a man to whom she might cling for some peace and quiet. However, there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Feyre’s long-time friend and the local kindergarten teacher, Azriel. PWP.
The Altar, Part 2 — Prompt fill for Elain tying Azriel up and blindfolding him. PWP.
Breathless — Azriel and Elain do the dishes after a family dinner. PWP.
Nessian
The Altar, Part 1 — Prompt fill for Kinktober with Nessian. PWP.
Everybody Agrees, Everybody Agrees — “Good. He hates you, too,” Cassian shot back. “Everyone fucking hates you. Is that what you want? Because congratulations, it’s happened.” And for once, Nesta’s sharp tongue failed her. Angst, fix-it.
Elucien
Elain Archeron’s Guide to Etiquette, 1st Edition — Feyre said Lucien Vanserra was the finest emissary she knew. That he was raised a prince. But all Elain could see was the awkward small talk and the graceless manners. PWP.
A Million Little Shining Stars — After following the sad, lonely tugging on their mating bond to Velaris on Elain's birthday, Lucien finds that cheering her up is easier than anticipated. Oneshot.
Gwynlain
tiger lilies in the sun — With most of the Inner Circle on a diplomatic visit to the Summer Court, Elain decides that babysitting duties are easier split between several people and a sentient house. Nyx plays matchmaker. Fluff.
Casslain
To Everything a Season — A series of seasonal, post-ACOWAR AU prompt fill ficlets that tell the story of how Elain and Cassian came together. Fluff.
Gwynriel
Move Fast, Keep Quiet — When Azriel finds himself in a Summer Court hospital, the Night Court sends their only available agent to extract him before his diplomatic visit can turn into an international incident: the wife he didn't know he had. Oneshot.
Three Brothers, Three Sisters
His Mothers’ Child — During an afternoon in the garden with her sisters and her nephew, Nesta learns more about the consequences of her sacrifice at the end of Silver Flames. Somehow, the thought of co-parenting with her brother-in-law is not entirely unwelcome.
A Court of Divinity and Ashes — When Elain Archeron was twelve years old, she disappeared on her way to the market. Ten years later, both of Nesta Archeron’s little sisters are gone. Dead, she presumes... Until Feyre shows up on her doorstep with pointed ears and three faerie males dressed for war. Until Nesta is bound and gagged before a faerie king with a pale, hollow-eyed woman she doesn’t recognize standing beside her. On hiatus; reworked this fic into Visions of You.
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SJM Crackship Month July 2023
1. All crackships are welcome. They can be from Crescent City, ACOTAR, or TOG, and we welcome cross series crackships as well, like Bryce x Azriel, Nesta x Manon, etc.
2. Please don't be rude to others. This is supposed to be fun and we will not welcome any hate!
3. How much you participate is optional. Please don't feel like you need to do every single day!
4. Art, Edits, Fics, all are welcome!
5. Please use the hashtags #/sjmcrackshipmonth #/sjmcrackshipmonth23 and tag the blog if you wish to be featured on the page that way we're not missing anyone!
6. No reposting other's work unless you've been given express permission to do so
I can't wait to see what people come up with and I hope everyone has a great time!
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Casslain
A ship I can get behind 💗
Art: mageonduty
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~Marigold Flowers Bloom In Late Autumn~
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“Soulmates aren’t just lovers.”
Chapter 2; Two Broke Hearts
Having a vision always made Elain feel like she was floating, distant from reality. She could tell where and with who she was, her body knew when she was safe or in danger. Leaving the haze of her vision was exactly like resurfacing from underwater, like when she had first come out of the cauldron. It wasn’t terrible like when she had first become fae, she was more in control, visions like this only appeared from time to time when the Maiden would send her something that she found crucial for Elain to see. Slowly she could feel Nuala’s and Cerridwen’s touch, she could hear the sounds of the water running down through the sink and the oven, she could smell the dinner they had prepared and when she felt ready she opened her eyes and gasped for air.
“How long was I out?” Elain asked after catching her breath and leaning into Cerridwen. “Not long,” Nuala answered as she pressed a cold towel to Elain’s forehead. Elain closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cold towel on her skin.
“What did you see?” Cerridwen asked.
“ I- I couldn’t see anything,” she answered, staring at her hands confused. “I heard these voices, overlapping one another and just so much intensity in what they were saying but the scenery was pitch black,” she looked at her friends confused. “I-I think I heard my voice but the other one,” she mumbled.
While she didn’t necessarily feel a headache, there was this pressure in the back of her head, it felt like more of a physical ache, it had been almost a year since the last time getting a vision would leave her in such a state; so confused.
“Do you want to try the blindfold?” Cerridwen asked her friend while rubbing her arms.
“I- I don’t know,” she answered unsure of her feelings. “Why would the Maiden send me voices instead of a vision, I’m a seer,” she wondered. Elain was used to the quick flashes of scenes in her mind, she was used to the gut-punching scenes the Maiden would send her, the anxiety of wondering if this time it was someone dying or good fortune for her and her family. She wasn’t used to the darkness and just sounds.
“Maybe you should go lie down,” Nuala suggested sending her sister a worried glance.
“I think Nuala might be right, Lain.” Cerridwen helped Elain to her feet, “You have a ridiculously long day tomorrow, you don’t need to be tired and weak for the trip.”
Elain tried to shake her head but realized it would not be pleasant, “Can you stay?” She asked them, knowing she might look once again like the fragile little fae she was when she first met them.
They both smiled and hugged their friend. “Of course!” Answered Nuala.
They both helped Elain put the food away and clean the kitchen. Elain had insisted that at least they allowed her to help put the plates away. She didn’t need to feel useless, the twins knowing their friend agreed but both had kept an eye on her. After everything had been put away and the kitchen looked clean all three friends decided to head upstairs to Elain’s room. The townhouse Feyre and Rhysand had allowed her to live in after she decided she needed her own space was very spacious; it had enough rooms for all three of them but they always opted to stay in the same room. Sometimes the house felt too big for one person. Not long ago it didn’t use to feel like that.
All three friends had changed and gotten ready for the night and were now lying down in the bed squished together, it wasn’t ideal for any of them if they were honest but they wouldn’t have it any other way, they loved being able to be all three together; Elain could remember the first time they had spent the night in the same bed. It had been three months ago.
Azriel had left the house a few hours ago and he had taken everything that had belonged to him. Elain was sitting down on the kitchen floor, tears going down her cheeks.
For almost four months they had lived together in that house. They had gone to sleep in the same bed and woken up together, they had cooked meals and baked. They had spent every afternoon on the back patio, Azriel would be reading a book or working on some reports while Elain gardened, they had trained together and had recovered from missions together, they had hosted their family for dinners there, in their own little home. It had been almost perfect.
Their discussions had started as nothing more than serious conversations about Azriel’s self-deprecating comments. Elain had grown concerned about the image Azriel had of himself, she had tried to make Azriel see how good of a person, how wonderful and amazing he was, and how irreplaceable he was for his family and her. She had tried everything but his attitude never changed. Elain would never say that Azriel had been a bad partner, on the contrary, he loved her so much just as she loved him, he was attentive and gentle, he saw her after years of feeling invisible, and he could see past the front that she put for everyone but it all felt… delicate, she had always felt like Azriel never believed this was going to last, sometimes she caught visions of the anxiety and fear Azriel had of losing her. While she had the same fears of losing him, hers were more related to his work as a spy and the war looming over them. Azriel fear felt as if he was scared that a strong breeze of air would take her away from him, she would constantly reassure him often that she had chosen him and nothing could change that. She loved him and no one nor anyone could change that but some days his insecurities could get the worst of him. He would refuse to touch her or allow her to touch him. She was running out of ideas for how to help him when she thought about the person who had talked with the priestesses after Sangravah, that same day when she had asked him about it Azriel had accepted and talked to her for a few hours.
When he had come back from the talk, he was serious and distant. Elain had been in the kitchen prepping a new dessert when he had only kissed her head and headed upstairs, she had worried it was because she had done something wrong but whenever they had an issue or a problem they tended to have good communication, she had decided to give him space and he would come to her.
An hour or two later while Elain was finishing some touches on her dessert she heard Azriel coming down the stairs and when she turned around, Elain found Azriel with bags in his hands with what she assumed was all his stuff.
He was leaving.
She swallowed the pain and walked towards him. “Is it over?” she whispered with a broken voice and tears in her eyes.
Azriel closed his eyes and dropped the bags on the floor, “I want you to understand something,” he said as he approached her and took her hands. “This has nothing to do with what I feel for you or if I had been unhappy in the past months,” he whispered looking at her, those magnificent hazel eyes on hers.
“Then why?” she asked closing her fingers around his hands.
Azriel sighed and rested his head on top of hers, burying his nose in her hair. “Because there is a lot of me that I am not giving you, Elain,” he whispered with pain in his voice. “There are things in my soul I need to heal, I love you and these past months have been the happiest I have probably been in my life but being with you doesn’t erase all the hurt I have in me. There are things, things I have only shared with a few. I am not ready to share that part of me with you yet. I want to be with you completely and without hesitation, with no fear of losing you. I can’t spend the rest of my life feeling like any mistakes I make will cause you to abandon me. It’s not fair for either of us to be together when I have so much doubt. I want to be better, I want to heal. Not only to be the partner you deserve but also for me, is time to let go of things and move forward.”
“I love you,” Elain whispered as she separated from him and looked him directly in his eyes, bearing her soul and hiding nothing, showing him the raw pain she felt but all the love she bore for him.
Azriel had shed a tear and had held her face and had brought her in for a last kiss. A tender kiss full of sadness but also all the love they both had for each other.
“I love you,” he had whispered, giving her one last caress on the cheek he walked away from her to take his belongings and winnowed away to the House of Wind.
Elain had walked to the kitchen and rested her hands on the counter, finally had let out all the pain and hurt she felt coming out in the ugly form of uncontrollable sobs. When she had finished crying she sat next to the counter without the energy to move, and that’s where the twins found her. Eyes full of tears and sitting on the floor.
The twins had received a message from Azriel informing them that Elain might need them and without further explanation that he had ended things with her. They had considered murdering him first but knew their friend needed them. They loved Elain more than they cared for beating up Azriel.
They had helped her up from the floor and taken her to the couch, all three snuggled with some blankets around them, they had listened to the story and had hugged her as she cried. Eventually, they decided to move to the bed and refused to leave her alone. They all went to sleep in the clothes they had worn that day, it matter little to them, they were there for Elain, their best friend till the end.
That had been three months ago and Elain no longer teared up when thinking about it. It had been the best for Azriel, and while they no longer were together she had nothing but love for her friend who she hoped was doing better.
Elain closed her eyes and feeling safe with her best friends next to her she allowed sleep to take her.
Elain woke up sweating and with tears in her eyes.
She looked out the window and realized it was almost time for her to leave for the Autumn Court. Elain slowly shook the twins, waking them up. She left the bed and started getting ready focusing on her long hair, braiding some pieces on the front making a makeshift crown of braids, she had left the rest of it untied, leaving the waves of long brown hair to help cover the back tattoo hiding behind the colorful material of her dress.
As she finished arranging her jewelry and expecting her dress she heard the sound of Mor’s powers. Winnowing downstairs.
“Elain?” Mor called from downstairs.
“Up here!” She yelled grabbing her bag.
After Elain had woken them up the twins had each gone to the room they had claimed as theirs in the house and gotten ready for the trip.
“Good morning, dear Elain,” Mor offered her a smile when she spotted Elain coming down the stairs, she was wearing one of her many gorgeous red dresses. “Do you have anything new for me to try?” She asked referring to the pastries Elain often had around in her house.
“No sorry,” she apologized. “Since we were leaving today I thought it would be a waste to bake something I mayhaps not finish.”
“What a shame,” she answered giving her a smile. “Cassian will be disappointed he did not get a snack for the trip,” she joked and after that, she had gone silent and started to look around the room waiting for the twins.
It was always like this with her. Elain liked Mor but the reality was that she and Mor just weren’t friends. Mor was Feyre’s best friend, she was Nyx’s second favorite Aunt and Rhys' cousin but to Elain, she was an acquaintance, someone who was always there at parties, family dinners, and meetings. The reality was that if Feyre and Rhysand didn’t ask for Mor to be around then Elain would probably never see her.
They stood in silence for a few more minutes when the twins finally came down, “Everyone ready?” Mor asked smiling.
The twins nodded and came closer, Nuala had taken the position next to her sister and all four winnowed to the river state.
When they arrived they were greeted by Amren, Cassian, and Nesta. Elain could see Gwyn and Emerie in their leather Valkyrie uniform as they were having a small cup of tea on the couches.
Nesta had walked towards them and almost ignoring Mor she had hugged Elain in greeting and then had turned to talk to the twins about a message she had for Azriel.
Cassian kissed Mor on the cheek and then proceeded to pick her up and spun her around as she gasped and hold onto him. “Good morning my dear Ellie,” Cassian had said after he had put her down and kissed her on both cheeks.
She laughed as she hugged him. “Morning my dearest Cassian,” she greeted with a curtsy and then proceeded to give him a kiss on the cheek. It had been a joke at the start, how much it irritated their partners had been a bonus, Nesta and Azriel would roll their eyes at their display of affection, so every time they would see each other they would greet the other like that. After a few times, Azriel and Nesta had become indifferent to it but they still had fun, so it had just sort of become routine for them.
Gwyn and Emerie had come to greet the twins and had patted Elain on the back after a quick hello. As always Elain kept an eye on everyone, after all this time she still liked to keep to herself and observe. She was observing Emerie as she talked with Mor. Something was different, she couldn’t feel that usual nervousness in Emerie or the pull and tug she could see between them. Mor seemed almost indifferent to either of the Valkyrie but Elain couldn’t read why, that was until she saw Emerie's hand placed in Gwyn's back, almost a staking claim. She smiled to herself, she was happy for them.
“Well, what a beautiful picture you all give,” a voice had called from the top of the staircase, Rhysand.
“Lain!” A small voice yelled from the top too, her gorgeous nephew. Elain smiled brightly as she waved at him. Nyx was turning two soon, a couple of months, and the whole Night Court would be celebrating in grand.
Feyre came down the staircase with Nyx in her arms and Rhysand next to her, Elain had immediately been at her side so she could carry Nyx. Elain currently held the title of favorite Aunt, she didn’t like to brag but she also didn’t feel like hiding it, Elain was proud that her nephew loved her so much, and she felt honored that her sister and brother trusted her enough to call her whenever they needed help with him.
She snuggled Nyx as Feyre and Rhys went over some instructions with Mor about Nyx. They had all agree that Feyre and Rhysand would try to winnow during the night so Nyx didn’t feel abandoned, they would put a group effort into distracting whoever they needed to make it happen without no one noticing.
Nesta had asked for Nyx after he was ready to greet everyone else. The kid was the sensation of the Court of Dreams.
“Are we ready?” Rhysand had asked everyone as everyone was too preoccupied with making Nyx laugh and saying hello to him.
Elain had decided to sit down and think back to the dream she had.
Elain was standing in a destroyed office, papers everywhere, and furniture broken that seemed to have been thrown around.
“ I don’t understand,” someone whispered behind her, she turned and saw Eris, covered in blood and sweaty, his hands were trembling and his eyes seemed exhausted, he was turned around, back facing Elain and he was resting his hands in a giant window, the morning sun peaking through the clouds.
This is probably after he fought with Beron.
Eris turned around, ignoring her, and walked directly to the desk hitting it with his fist.
Elain was startled as she took a step back.
“Where are you!” He growled and threw a book to a portrait of Beron hanging on the wall above where Elain assumed his chair was supposed to be.
“You fuck,” Eris whispered sinking to his knees, he looked ready to pass out. Elain got closer and knelt behind him. She tried to put a hand on his as he closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. Elain could feel all the frustration and fear in him. 'What could Eris Vanserra be scared of,' she thought.
She saw him put his hands in his hair with desperation when some guards came running. “We found her, Your Highness,” they huffed exhausted from the running. “Who are you looking for,” she wondered.
“Take me to her, now” Eris exclaimed as he immediately got up and ran to them, Elain decided to follow them curious.
Eris and the guards rushed towards the someone Eris had been looking for, Elain had tried her best to keep up with them. They arrived at the entrance of the castle where she saw a crowd of what she guessed were the staff of the castle, the brightness of the sun and the orange surroundings outside had blinded Elain causing her to lose Eris and the guards she was following. She could hear the loud barking of the hounds and the voices of everyone around her as she tried to find Eris in the crowd.
Elain finally making her way to the front saw what had all the people gathered outside the castle in awe. On the floor was Eris Vanserra, the new high lord of the Autumn Court, on his knees cradling his mother’s unconscious and damaged body, bruises and blood covering her. The former Lady of Autumn.
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The Day We Met
Elain Week Day Three: family & friendships
An installment of a now infamous HC from the mutuals. The story of how Elain & Cassian became co-parents. Non-romantic pairing.
Elain x Cassian. Fluff. 680 words.
“Please, please come down! You can do it.”
Elain had dragged over the small wooden stool she used whilst gardening to the base of the large oak tree. Even standing on her tiptoes, she was still much too short to reach the kitten stuck high up on one of the large branches.
“Mrrreow!”
“I’m trying, you silly thing. Come here!” Elain exasperated, stretching her dirt covered fingers towards the fluffy white kitten. Elain had been attempting to coax the cat out of the tree for close to an hour now and it only seemed to get itself into a further bind.
The kitten was still about two feet out of reach when Elain slumped against the trunk of the tree, her chin uptilted looking longingly into the dense foliage.
“I don’t know what to dooo,” Elain whined, her arms coming to wrap around the trunk helplessly. Tears of frustration threatened to spill over.
“Sweet-talking your plants again, El?”
Cassian came sauntering down the lawn of the River house toward the large oak tree that grew along the edge of the Sidra. “I knew you’d have to have some sort of secret to growing the best gardens in Prythian.”
Elain huffed. “Of course not,” she retorted, her cheeks flushed with her exertions and dwindling patience. Her temper was boiling just beneath the surface at the petulant animals’ unwillingness to cooperate.
“This ridiculous cat is stuck in the tree and it’s not letting me help him down. He just keeps meowing at me like it’s my fault!”
“Mrreow!”
Elain just glared up at the branches like they had personally offended her. Her nose scrunched in irritation and Cassian chuckled, having heard the profanities she muttered under her breath.
Cassian craned his neck, ducking his head this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of the feline in question. “Ahh, there you are…”
Looking around at Elain’s attempts with the stool, he seemed to come up with a simple plan. Grasping her around the waist and hoisting her effortlessly into the air, he kicked the stool out of the way so he could stand in its wake.
Elain didn’t even bat an eye, she was used to being thrown around by Cassian. Whether he was lifting her out of his way to get to the dining table, or giving her a boost to reach the fruits that grew in the tall branches of the trees in her new orchard, she often found her feet off the ground when the General was around.
Elain sat perched upon Cassian’s beefy shoulder, having added several feet to her height, and she was able to now reach and coax the kitten out of the branches. Snaking her arms through the thick foliage, she lured the kitten into her awaiting embrace, its fuzzy little body trembling beneath her fingers.
“Got him!” she called down to Cassian when she had the cat clutched securely to her chest and he hefted her off his shoulder, placing her feet gently onto the grass once more.
“Aww look at the little guy, he’s shaking!” Cassian exclaimed, his eyes wide with concern for the tiny white kitten, prying him from Elain’s small hands.
Cassian’s hands in contrast seemed too big to be allowed, his large scar-flecked palms almost engulfing the kitten entirely.
“Come to daddy,” he crooned in the kittens’ face, which was answered with a tiny meow, nuzzling it’s cheek against Cassian’s bronze skin.
“Oh, he’s all sweet now,” Elain grumbled under her breath feeling scorned.
Cassian turned back towards the house, cooing and fussing over the trembling kitten leaving Elain to trail behind him, trotting to keep up with his long strides.
“C’mon Enalius, daddy will get you something to eat.”
Elain scoffed, feeling indignant that she had just spent the better half of the last hour trying to rescue the kitten only for it to schmooze up to the hulking Illyrian.
“Cassian! Who’s Enalius? Wait— that is not your cat!”
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Cassian
Pairing: Elain Archeron x Cassian
Summary: Hosting the court of her newly Made sister in her home, Elain Archeron visits Cassian's room in the middle of the night.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Smut, 18+
Note: This is a rewrite of Chapter 24 of ACOMAF. Beta'd by @abraxos-and-ataraxia <3
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The sun had long set behind the snow-capped trees when their guests emerged from the cold veil of winter.
Despite the safety of the dining room’s candlelight, Elain shook at the loud creak of the doors closing, the muffled sounds of male voices echoing off the walls. Forcing her trembling hands still, she reminded herself that there was no threat—and those heavy steps on their wooden floors belonged to allies, not intruders.
For the time being, at least.
Their words became more clear as Feyre led them down the hall.
“…That might give us an advantage when contacting the queens,” a low, quiet voice said, almost like a whisper between the shadows.
Someone hummed their agreement, and as if on instinct, Elain’s shoulders rolled back, her back stiffening—readying for the approaching company.
“Come,” another man said. “Let’s make this introduction.”
Elain swallowed hard. Beside her, Nesta’s body went rigid, her icy stare fixed on the hallway.
Feyre appeared first, the jewels around her neck glistening in the light of the chandeliers. Her hair was like golden threads woven into the night as it cascaded down her gown, its shade of blue so deep it seemed to ripple into the darkness itself. Without their staff’s prying eyes, she had removed her cloak, her new, immortal form exposed to them in its full—so foreign and so utterly Fae. Elain found herself struggling to recognise the woman that now stood before her.
Not a woman. A female, she thought, something in her gut twisting at the thought. Was Feyre Archeron a sister…or a stranger?
She crossed the room, her jaw clenched tight as she beheld the distrust in their demeanour. Blue-grey eyes slid from Nesta to Elain, dimming slightly, and she halted, keeping enough distance for them to breathe freely in the already stiff air.
Then, Elain saw them.
Three figures entered the room, towering well over her little sister as they followed her closely behind. The first one, dressed in a fine black jacket and pants, had raven hair and violet eyes that were unlike any she’d ever seen. He offered her a small smile—one of encouragement, she supposed. Too appealing, too inhuman to be harmless. Elain quickly averted his gaze.
She looked to the other two behind him, and her blood froze in her veins.
Were those…wings?
On the right, the man was draped in leathers, his chest and shoulders adorned with blue crystals, their intensity so chilling Elain felt as though she was somehow transported right to the raging winter outside their manor. Like the man closest to Feyre, he was beautiful—ridiculously so, in a way that was most definitely not human. He emanated what she could only describe as threat, even the light shying away from his presence.
The man on the left sucked the air from her lungs.
He was slightly larger than the other, with arms so broad and muscled Elain was certain he could lift the mountains had he only tried. His stones were red, their glint like the flames dancing wildly in the fireplace, and she forced herself to look away, too entranced by their shining warmth.
Fire and ice—they’d let them in, raw and wild and ready to destroy everything in their wake.
Her heart pounding against her ribs, Elain took in his face.
The wintry breeze must have ruffled his hair, the dark waves falling messily to his shoulders. She wondered if he ever tied it up—pulled it back enough to reveal the sharp angle of his jaw. There was a roughness to his features—like he’d been crafted by the wind itself, restless and unwavering. Cruel.
Fascinating.
Elain released a shaky breath, and before she managed to divert her attention anywhere else, their gazes locked and held.
The man smirked, and the blood drained from her face entirely.
From somewhere far beyond the grasp of her mind, Feyre’s voice cut through the thick air. “My sisters, Nesta and Elain Archeron.”
Elain did not curtsy, stopped by Nesta’s fisted hand on her back.
“Cassian,” Feyre said, inclining her head to the left. The man’s hazel stare ignited, not breaking free from hers for one second as her sister continued, “Azriel.” The blue one nodded, his attention immediately fading to an absent point outside the window. Feyre half turned. “And Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.”
But Elain had stopped listening.
Cassian.
With weapons strapped to his sides, far deadlier than mere daggers carried by mercenaries in the village, the winged male was nothing short of extraordinary. He didn’t command the room, like the violet-eyed one, nor did he slip into its shadows like his other companion. No, Cassian had walked into the room and became the only thing inside it that was worthy of attention. He had a presence about him—something that, against her best, most rational wishes, made her want to step in closer and ask if the red light of his stones was not one of fire, but the blood of those that perished under his hands.
Rhysand’s voice was but a blur in the background as Elain drowned in those hazel eyes, her breaths growing more and more shallow with each second they lingered on her own. A low bow towards her and Nesta finally made her tear her gaze away, only to see a warm smile on the High Lord’s face. Nesta made no effort to return it, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence.
“The cook left dinner on the table,” Elain said, her voice tight as she looked over their guests. “You must be hungry.”
Something flashed in Cassian’s eyes as they focused on her once again. “Yes.”
Azriel let out a quiet cough.
Nesta gripped her hand, nails digging into her skin as she said, “We should eat before it goes cold.” And with that, she pulled her toward the polished cherry table.
“Nice to meet you,” Elain only rasped.
***
To her horror, Cassian claimed the spot beside her, and she clenched her fork as she felt a brush of his wings against the frame of her chair.
As expected, the silence had only been temporary, her sisters quirky falling into an argument as though it was their second nature. That, at least, had not changed.
Instead, Elain found herself eyeing the man beside her—so comically enormous in his seat that she fought the urge to pull up another chair for his comfort. Those wings stopped her—large enough to wrap around the opposite ends of the table, she guessed. Brutal in their might and clawed like a bat’s. A gulp formed in her throat at the thought of touching them—could he feel them as one could feel their own hands? Would he attack her with the sword at his side if she dared to find out?
Cassian devoured his meal without a word, and she watched his strong, calloused hands, roughened with battle. A warrior, she decided. Cassian was a warrior.
“If you ever come to Prythian, you will discover why your food tastes so different,” Rhysand’s voice ripped her from her thoughts. Nesta’s stare was lethal as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“I have little interest in ever setting foot in your land, so I’ll have to take your word for it.”
Beside her, Cassian was clenching his jaw so hard she swore she could hear his teeth gritting. Perhaps that was why she murmured, “Nesta, please.”
Cassian looked at her, then back to Nesta, grimacing.
Her sister snarled softly. “What are you looking at?”
This couldn’t end well.
“You seem…hostile.”
Nesta bared her teeth. “I only wish to protect my sister from those intending to put her life in danger.”
He cocked his head. “What about your other sister? Does her life not matter to you?”
Feyre’s face paled.
“She risked her life in the woods every day since she was fourteen years old. For you. What did you do to protect her, Nesta Archeron?” Cassian asked. “Feyre died—died—and is willing to do so again. For my people. She may not be my blood, but I will not repeat your mistake. The question is,” he said, “will you?”
Nesta did not so much as blink as she surveyed his face. Cassian stiffened, bracing for impact, but her sister said nothing as she turned to Feyre instead.
“Cassian,” Elain whispered, and his head snapped back to her, eyes wide with surprise. “Nesta…we…it is very hard to understand. We are raised to believe your kind inflicts nothing but harm. Apart from Feyre today, and that beast in the cottage so long ago…” Feyre flinched. “We have never even known…” She shook her head. “What you’re telling us, it’s… it’s all very disorienting. Our own neighbour, Clare Beddor, was taken, her family murdered…”
Aside from Nesta, everyone at the table went still, and Elain wondered if any of them knew—knew what exactly had happened to the long-lost girl who’d been taken in the dead of the night, never to be returned again. Her voice wobbled as she continued, “We were scared. We are scared. And we’ve failed Feyre because of it—both of us.” Her attention was fully on Cassian as she added, “But we will not fail her again.”
She could have sworn she heard Feyre release a breath.
Cassian took her in, the creases in his face fading slowly as he beheld her fully. Then, he nodded.
The air seemed to return to the room at that. Nesta only said, “I assume you’ll want to stay the night.”
Rhysand glanced at Feyre. “If it’s not too much trouble, then yes,” her sister said. “We’ll leave after breakfast tomorrow.”
Elain explained, “The staff has been dismissed, but we can get a few rooms ready for you before nightfall.”
Nesta rose from her seat. “If we’re done eating, then this meal is over,” she announced, striding out of the room. Elain followed, a pair of hazel eyes trailing behind her.
***
Elain forced a steadying breath before she dared to knock on the door.
Within seconds, Cassian stood before her, no weapons in sight.
“Elain,” he only said in what she supposed was a manner of greeting. This…impropriety…she found it endearing, really.
“I…” she cleared her throat. “I brought you fresh sheets.”
“Oh.” His gaze dropped to the soft, white fabric folded carefully in her hands. “Right. Thank you, I—come in.”
Run, her mind shouted. Elain took a step forward.
Cassian closed the door behind her. “Is Azriel not here?” she asked.
A chuckle. “He doesn’t take too well to sleeping in unknown territory.”
Her brows knotted. “He’s outside?”
“Scouting the area for the night,” Cassian nodded. “Don’t worry. He’s usually too restless to sleep, anyway.”
Elain was more than certain he could take care of himself just fine—it was another problem caused by his absence that made her mouth go dry and tension stir in her gut.
They were alone.
She set the bedsheets on the mattress, her back turned to him as she said, “I’m sorry about dinner.”
Behind her, he took a step closer. “You have nothing to apologise for. None of you do.”
Perhaps not. Perhaps Cassian—and Feyre, and the rest of her new court—understood just how foreign this situation was for someone born to fear—to resent their kind. Her eyes were fixed on the bed as she let out a nervous breath. As a lady—though a newly reinstated one, she supposed—she had always been able to muster an appropriate response. But now…
“Feyre tells me you command the Night Court’s armies,” she said a shade pathetically. Another step of those heavy boots. He was less than two feet away—close. Too close.
She turned to find those hazel eyes glinting. “Have you been asking about me, Elain?” he teased, crossing his arms on his broad, powerful chest.
“I was merely curious.”
“Hmmm.”
Elain shifted on her feet. “Have you been asking about me?”
Cassian smiled, his face a picture of wickedness. “Maybe.”
Her chest heaved, something kindling inside it at the confession. “What did she tell you?” she asked.
Before she registered the movement in time to run for her life, he reached up, brushing back a stray strand of her golden brown hair with his calloused fingers. Elain went still as death, pulses of lightning shooting through every nerve in her body, her breath only escaping the tight muscles of her throat when Cassian’s hand returned safely to his side.
“She told me you have a fiancé,” he said, darkness creeping into his tone. “A human man.”
“What else would he be?” Elain asked weakly.
Cassian’s gaze narrowed on her own. “She told me he hates our kind.”
“Loathes is more like it.”
He angled his head slightly. “Do you?”
Elain blocked out the memory of Clare Beddor, of her house collapsing into the flames. “I don’t know anything about you.”
“I can think of a way or two to remedy that.”
Elain stepped back, a small noise getting past her lips as her legs hit the hard, wooden bed frame. She was trapped with a predator, his attention entirely on his prey.
It excited her.
“Elain,” Cassian rasped, so close she felt the gravelly sound on her skin.
Her stomach twisted, eyes averting the intensity of his stare, looking anywhere but into those dangerous, magnetic pools. “Your ears, they’re not…ah…”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “No, they’re not.”
Elain swallowed. “It makes you look more…human.”
He angled his head again. “Does that put you at ease?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“It shouldn’t.”
Elain sucked in a breath, a thrill slowly penetrating her blood, the air growing more and more thick around them. She dared to look into his eyes again, and her toes curled when she found them bleeding black.
“You’re not like the men here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Something feral flashed in Cassian’s dark eyes. “No, I’m not.”
“Show me,” Elain breathed.
Cassian did not need to be told twice.
Those strong arms wrapped around her, and she collapsed onto the mattress. Cassian undressed them so fast she could barely make out the move of his fingers, quickly unlacing his pants, his shirt long gone. Her eyes scanned his broad, powerful chest, the hard muscles that sculpted the golden brown skin. She had never seen a man like him—he looked as though the old gods themselves had brought him to life, a warrior sent to conquer. Elain was happy to submit, her body arching desperately for him, begging to take, take, take.
He didn’t stop until she was laid bare underneath him, knees buckled together, hiding the gleaming slickness of her sex. Cassian smiled, propping his hands by the sides of her hips, and slowly lowered himself down to her flushed skin.
Elain’s breath hitched in her chest when his mouth pressed a small, teasing kiss atop both of her knees. His voice dropped to a low rumble as he uttered a single command. “Relax.”
Elain obeyed.
Her legs parted for him, and Cassian let out a growl, the sound so remarkably Fae she felt its purring settling deep into her bones. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
And with that, he slid a finger into her.
A sharp gasp stung at her lungs, and her walls tightened suddenly, trapping him inside its heat.
Cassian tsked, finger plunging deeper into her, deeper than Greysen had ever managed to reach her the night of their first joining. “What did I tell you, Elain?”
She exhaled shakily, opening for him once more before grinding her hips into his hand slowly.
“That’s more like it,” the low rasp of his voice sounded in her ear, threatening to explode all that need swirling through her body. “So stubborn, you Archerons. But you’re not like your sisters, are you, Elain?”
Pleading, her fingers curled into the sheets, her walls twitching around his fingers as he pumped in and out of her in a quickening pace. “No,” was all she managed to breathe, hips rocking desperately on his digits.
A low chuckle. “I didn’t think so,” Cassian said, brushing his thumb over her clit.
Stars burst into Elain’s vision at the touch, and she shuddered almost violently. It was too much—and yet, it was not enough.
“No,” he mused absently, his gaze fixed on her sopping core, the obscene sounds it made around him turning his hazel eyes dark. “I think you’re going to take everything I give you and come like a good girl.” His middle finger dragged against the spongy roof of her walls, so thick and heavy her back arched off the mattress in desperation. “And then you’re going to come again.” Another thrust, stroking impossibly deep. “And again,” he promised, a feral edge to his words that filled her veins with lightning as he chased the feeling of her impending arousal on his calloused skin.
“Yes,” Elain mewled, her heart thumping loud against her ribs, unable to bear the rough circles his thumb traced on that swelling bundle of nerves.
“You want to be a good girl for me, Elain?” Cassian asked, his breath hot on her neck. “My pretty little slut?”
Her cunt fluttered wildly at the foul words. “Yes.”
“Then come for me, baby.”
Her climax knocked the breath from her.
The wetness of her release coated his fingers, dripping down their length, but Cassian made no move to stop their relentless pace, not until she was limp and empty, her mind nothing but a blur of pleasure.
Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing.
And then, Cassian lowered his head between her legs.
Elain’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
He looked up, that hazel gaze dark and searching her own, and she thought she might come again simply from the sight. “Has your fiancé never tasted you before?”
She swallowed hard. “He says it’s filthy.”
Cassian growled again, the sound more threatening this time. “It is. But not in the way he thinks.”
“Then, why do you want to…”
“Tell me, Elain,” he said. “Don’t you like to get a little dirty every once in a while?”
For a brief moment, her mind escaped to her garden, the days she spent in the scorching sun, kneeling and covered in dirt. “I do.”
Cassian’s smile was a purely male thing. “That’s what I thought.”
Elain’s teeth dug into her bottom lip, considering. She looked into his eyes again—and found them glinting.
“Okay,” she nodded.
Cassian wasted no time.
His hands gripped her waist, and he pressed a single kiss to her inner thigh before his tongue licked clear up her centre.
Elain bowed off the bed, her moan so loud she was certain they were heard even by Azriel, hidden deep within the woods. Cassian only smiled, the feel of his lips against her sex like nothing she’d ever experienced. With a swift move of his hands, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft, pliant flesh of her ass.
Feasting on her like a man starved, his tongue stroking the most delicious places inside her, hot and wet and sending thunder into her blood. He ravished her skin, slick and flushed with her arousal, and all Elain could do was chant his name.
“Cassian,” she panted, rocking her pelvis into his face.
He groaned into her folds, his iron grip on her tighter.
“Please.”
Cassian pulled back only an inch. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Elain,” he breathed, then dragged his tongue to her clit.
His mouth licked and sucked and teased, and all of Elain’s thoughts faded away, replaced by flashes of white, burning desire as her eyes fluttered shut and face contorted with pleasure.
“Cassian,” she warned, her voice nothing but a broken whimper.
Release came over her like a crashing wave.
She couldn’t help the cry that ripped free from her chest—not when everything inside her tightened and twisted and finally exploded with a force she didn’t know she held. Her body shook with the rush of her orgasm, her core running molten and pulsing against his mouth.
Elain closed her eyes, her chest heaving as he finally rose above her.
“Good girl,” Cassian praised. “Just like I thought you’d be.”
Brown eyes shot open.
Her legs tied around his back, gripping them tightly, and she flipped them so quickly Cassian blew out a surprised breath, his massive form sinking into the mattress.
Elain sat, the curve of her ass brushing against something new.
Her mouth went dry as she finally took in the length of his cock.
Cassian was going to ruin her.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his broad hands settling on her thighs. “Are you ready to take what you want, Elain?”
Elain had had a man before, but Cassian was no man. A male—a warrior, winged and dangerous and crass, everything she’d been warned against ever since she’d been allowed to lay her eyes on a man.
She was more than ready.
“Yes,” she said, her hands bracing on his muscled chest.
“Then take,” he told her. “Take everything and more.”
***
“We will not be hosting them again,” Nesta seethed as soon as the door shut behind them. “They cannot be trusted.”
“They’re with Feyre,” Elain protested.
“I don’t trust Feyre, either.”
“How can you say that? She is our sister.”
Nesta crossed her arms. “Only a few months ago, she was part of another court, and now she is sworn to another. A new court, a different man—a different male, who she claims is the most powerful of all those monsters. How are we to know he hasn’t used his power to gain her allegiance?
Elain scoffed. “They wouldn’t do that.”
“Like they wouldn’t harm Clare Beddor?”
It appeared Nesta had not missed it at dinner—the barest exchange of glances, the way Feyre’s face drained of blood at the mere mention of their old neighbour.
She opened her mouth. “We have no proof—”
“I don’t care,” Nesta’s words cut through the air. “I will not risk your life so you can go off fucking one of Feyre’s winged pets.”
Elain’s entire body went rigid.. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Do you think I’m a fool, Elain?” her sister asked. “You’ve never been good at keeping secrets.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’d be surprised.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her voice was an icy threat.
“It means I will do whatever the hell I want.”
“It looks like that Fae vulgarity is already rubbing off on you, sister,” Nesta hummed, her tone laced with mockery. “What would Lord Nolan and your little fiancé think?”
“Stay out of my business, Nesta,” Elain barked.
“I am trying to protect you! Think about the stories we hear, Elain!” Nesta beckoned. “Think about Clare!”
Elain hissed, “Cassian is nothing like the stories we hear.”
Nesta bared her teeth. “I don’t care what you think he is,” she said, her voice low. “But allow me to make one thing very clear. You are to stay away from him.”
“You can’t order me to do that.”
***
On the balcony of the House of Wind, Cassian looked up at the sky, wondering if the stars shone as brightly over the grand manor in the Mortal Lands.
He wondered if she looked to them too, thinking of him as often as he thought of her.
The long, five centuries of his life were driven by war. War, cruelty and pain.
Elain Archeron was the sun.
Warm, bright and kind. Cassian had known little kindness in his time. But she’d offered it to him—fully and unconditionally, despite her fear. In that moment, he knew—all those years of darkness were worth enduring for as much as a second he got spent in her light.
On the balcony of the House of Wind, Cassian made a promise to the stars.
He would come back for her. No matter what.
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“I’d rather you naked.”
Elain giggles, getting closer to whisper, “I’d rather you naked too.”
Cassian moves his arm to the back of the couch, getting easier access to her hair, twirling the waves absently.
“We have the same taste,” he points with a wink. “Maybe we should practice what we preach…”
Elain slaps his chest. “Settle down soldier, tonight’s not about that.”
“We could make it be.”
“No. Let’s keep all your bits covered and avoid temptation.”
His annoyed groan gets lost in the skin of her neck. “Why the ugly pj’s?”
Elain looks down to their legs, her pink striped pants and his cobalt blue ones highlighted against the white cover of the couch.
“Is official Bachelorette Night outfit.” Answers Azriel getting back from the kitchen, his red stripped pants without one wrinkle, always the kempt pretty boy. Elain goes up to help him, getting the popcorn bowl and giving him a quick kiss. “Be grateful for the loan, bitch.”
“Please, like I care for your girly pj’s. I sleep on the nude.”
“I bought him the PJs.” Elain pouts settling back beside him, Azriel sliding on her other side.
“You don’t have to wear them, you can put your cloths back on and leave any minute. We won’t mind” Azriel completes with a savage grin. Elain lets her back fall against his chest, looking up to glare at him. “I’ll mind.”
Ignoring his jab, Cassian starts rolling her pants up to her knees, kneading her calves with his massive hands.
“I never pegged you for a shitty reality lover, Az.”
“Is not shitty!” Az and Elain exclaim at the same time, Elain trying to kick Cassian’s chest, mumbling he has no taste. He catches her foot easily, kissing her ankle and settling it back down.
The intro starts to play, Azriel shushing his brother to ask Elain. “Who do you think Feyre will choose? My bet is on Rhys.”
“Pfff, no way! She’s s totally into Tarquin.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your flirting skills are rusty baby, they spent the last episode practically on top of each other.”
“They did not!”
“They did.”
Elain rolls her eyes. “When she kisses Tarquin senseless then you’ll see.”
“Wanna bet?” His eyes lit up with the challenged. He puts his beer down on the side table, his cold fingers closing around her throat, his words heavy with lust. “The looser gives me a blowie.”
Elain’s pink tongue darts to wet her lips, Azriel bending down to follow the wet path, biting her playfully, her pupils dilating. “Your phrase structure is very imparcial,” she breaths softly. “Cocky, much?”
“Confident.” He corrects with a wink, his skillful hands already down to her navel, her buttons undone.
“Two blowies saying she won’t chose either.” Pipes Cassian from the end of the couch, his lustful gaze locked on Azriel’s hand sliding down her shirt, giving her boob a harsh squeeze.
“You don’t even watch the show,” Azriel brush him off, his thumb circling her nipple, pressing the bud.
Elain writhes, her legs hitting the prominent shape bulging in Cassian’s pants, a sign the conversation was affecting him as well.
“I don’t have to,” he smirks, “beginner’s luck is on my side.” He bends forwards, his fingers digging on her cheeks, coaxing her mouth to open, his tone filthy. “Better start loosening that jaw sweety.”
The popcorn turned cold, the beer turned hot, the excited giggling of the contestants soon replaced by loud moaning and screaming, a lamp hitting the floor, the side table hastily pushed to open more leg room, the white quilt gushing wet.
By the end of the episode, the three of them had no idea who Feyre ended up with.
#elain archeron#azriel#cassian#elriel#casslain#casselriel#the tags don't like me today#swiping their color because sharing is caring#my writing#fluff gone south
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#acotar#acotar shipwar#elriel#gwynriel#Elucien#tamlain#casslain#brycriel#gwynochie#Gywn x Koschei#eris x azriel#sjm acotar
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Do you have recs for casslain? This is the first time I heard of that ship but it looks interesting
HIGHLY recommend The Rose and The General by @fawnandshadows
The nicknames 😭 the tension 😫 it’s perfect
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resurgence of my cassian era is hitting extremely hard
#cassian#might be time to write some nessian idk idk#or casslain 👀#perhaps a little wife swap moment???#👀👀👀👀👀👀👀#acosf#nessian#duskandcobalt overshares#new tag bc it’s all I do on here
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human beings in a mob…
what’s a mob to a king?
what’s a king to a god?
what’s a god to a non-believer?
who don’t believe in…
anything?
#elain#elain archeron#i’m just thinking with my pussy and it chooses elain every time lbr#idc who she’s shipped with as long as i get more of her#casslain#rhyslain#gwynlain
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I once went to one of their inbox to tell them to please stop tagging elucien if their posts is just about bashing elriel and they basically told me to f*ck off and they can "do what they want" or whatever. I swear, these are the same little sh*ts that would complain about Elriels tagging elucien.
It's the fact that it's always the same 5 people that have literally no hobbies but complain about Elriels. They're lurking in the gwynriel tag too. They're covering the sweet content we're looking for with their bullshit posts.
"Look what these Elriels say-" NO I DON'T WANNA LOOK CAUSE I DON'T CARE! WHY ARE YOU STALKING THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE???
I don't want to see the hurtful stuff they say about Lucien and Elucien, nor do I care about their theories and Interpretation. I blocked the elriel tag and some elriels so that I won't have to see their posts. Heck, I'm avoiding acotar content on Tik tok and Twitter just so I won't see anything elriel and anti elucien related. If I wanted to see anti elriel content, I'd go to the anti elriel tag. It's that simple.
The thing is, I also tried to be more open to the Elriel ship. I'm very confident in Elucien, but should Elriel be endgame then I want to be okay with it. However, these little shits that constantly shove statements from toxic elriels to my face make it very difficult for me. It brings me back to "Elriels are so toxic" thoughts.
Sry for the long rant. It just angers me.
Babe, I once told people to stop taking the bait and they told me to get off my high horse so I feel you on that. Is it getting on a high horse to say that not everything on the internet is made in good faith and by answering obvious trolls...you give them the fight they want? Wow you sure showed them.
But at its core, LB said it best. It's not a bipartisan system and you actually can't tell anything about a person based on the ship they like. If some folks had any self awareness they'd realize they are literally no better than the people they claim to hate and for every one person hyping them up, 8 others feel discouraged and burned out from all the negativity. A fandom can't sustain itself on pure spite- you need people who passionately love the series enough to draw art, write fic, create headcanons etc etc, and to that end you have to let go of the utter boring obsession with what is and is not canon.
I took screenshots of that post, and one person said "the author wrote it that way for a reason???" and to that I'd say, she wrote enough to make elriel a very popular ship, too. Are we picking and choosing? Are we saying you're not allowed to ship something if it isn't canon? No more Neris, no Rhysta, no Casslain, no Azris? And who gets to decide what is and is not canon? Someone on that post was discussing what "true" eluciens are, which excludes me along with a vast swath of other people.
I didn't elect any of these people to decide what I was allowed to write about or commission art for- Like the cherry picking so people can be faux outraged and then take screenshots of one of the most popular artists in the fandom, with a VERY distinct style to create a victim narrative that allows them to feel good about bullying is just overdone and boring at this point.
Anyway, I'll always advocate for blocking people and creating spaces that feel good. And I'll continue saying that if you hate something that much, you should stop engaging with it. No one is ever going to change my mind about elucien, I'm confident in my choices and even if SJM doesn't go that direction, I'll still be writing elucien like idgaf. The constant looking each other up to talk shit reeks of insecurity and boredom. Couldn't be me.
#also ill put this in the tags but LUCIEN IS AN ASSHOLE#OH MY GOD HE SPENDS ALL OF BOOK ONE ROASTING FEYRE#YOU THINK HES NOT GONNA HAVE SHIT TO SAY TO ELAIN WHEN SHE PUSHES TOO MANY BUTTONS GIVE ME A BREAKooo#OooOOOoooOOooh lucien is a pure gentleman he'd never- HE WOULD OH MY GOD#yall want “sassy” lucien back until its time to admit that he can be a dick#what did he love about jesminda- SHE GAVE HIM SHIT BACK#anyway anon im sorry you got the same treatment- you can always stick with me if you want
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~Incorrect quotes from marigold flowers universe~
Cassian: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?
Eris: Do not do that.
Cassian: You won’t even notice!
Elain, entering: Cassian, you wanted to see me again?
Cassian: Eris's single
Eris:…
#elain archeron#acotar#pro elain#erislain#eris vanserra#pro elain archeron#eris x elain#elain x eris#cassian#casslain#marigold flowers bloom in late autumn#incorrect quotes from marigold flowers#marigold flowers universe#elaris
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Counting Every Second
Happy @sjmromanceweek and happy early Valentine’s Day!! I only had the time to write one fic for this event and I really wanted it to be a quintessential Valentine’s fic that was full of fluff and banter. And so, I ended up with this: Elain + Lucien + speeding-dating (with a hint of one of my brotps, Casslain).
Day 1: Meet Cute.
Summary: When Cassian invites one of his friends to Elain's Valentine's Day speed-dating event, she's roped into participating. She's never met Lucien before, and even though she doesn't have high hopes, talking with Lucien for a few minutes can't be too bad, can it?
Read here on AO3
Read a snippet below:
A blush worked its way onto Elain’s cheeks. She could feel it—the warmth that licked its way up her skin like unruly flames. Lucien must have noticed because his gaze swept over her features, right over where she was undoubtedly turning red.
She could feel his focus on her, even as she took in the amusement in his amber eyes. He reached out a single finger, tapping it against the tabletop between them and keeping a steady pace. If not for the way he looked at her, if not for the way that grin of his widened, she would have thought he was being impatient.
“Honey, the clock is ticking.”
The clock?
Oh. The clock. Elain’s gaze fell to her timer, to the numbers that seemed to be counting down far too fast.
They had less that a minute left.
“I—” She cleared her throat so her words didn’t sound as rough. When she spoke again, however, they came out high-pitched. “I’m Elain.”
“The infamous Lainy,” he mused.
A soft laugh escaped Elain’s lips. Lucien’s russet eyes seemed to light up at the sound, as if he was completely entranced. She felt the same way about him, too, she couldn’t help but think—this man, with his red hair that shone like lively flames under the soft white light, with his brown skin that glowed a near bronze.
“Cassian is the only one who calls me that,” she told him. “Elain is fine.”
“I’m more curious about the ‘infamous’ part.”
Of course he was.
Setting her elbows on the table, she rested her face in her hands. The warmth of her skin pressed against her palms. “I don’t know what Cassian has been saying, but I’m an angel.”
“You mean your cute dress isn’t covering up the fact that you’re an absolute menace?”
“I deny any such accusations,” she said, and since the sentence seemed incomplete, she added his name. “Lucien.”
“See that—” He used a large hand to gesture in her direction. “That should be illegal.”
“Lucien.”
He pressed his hand against the centre of his chest, shoulders slumping forward as if he were struggling to breathe. “Babe, you’re killing me.”
#sjmromanceweek2023#elucien#elucien supremacy#modern elucien#au elucien#elucien fanfiction#elucien fanfic#elain archeron#lucien vanserra#acotar#acotar fanfiction
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Fawn Fest - Devil's Delight
Prompt: Baking would be fun (and maybe also disastrous) but perhaps with the sisters? or with Cassian? hehehe from @nikethestatue
AO3 Link
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Slight Angst
“The secret to my chocolate cake,” Elain said, standing on her tippy toes as she opened the wooden cabinet. “Is Hershey’s Special Dark Cocoa Powder,” She stretched a little more, desperately trying to get the tips of her finger on the container on the highest shelf. “It gives it,” Elain let out a little grunt. “The really nice dark color.”
Elain felt the heavy presence of Cassian come up behind her, maybe an inch of space separated their bodies, as he reached up and easily grabbed the container of cocoa powder.
Even though Cassian was only 22, he had the muscles of an Olympic God. She had no idea how he did it, but she wasn’t complaining. Especially not in the summer when their family would spend their days by the pool swimming and tanning until they were so exhausted they ended up crashing in the living room with some movie lulling them to sleep. And she definitely didn’t mind during the fall, when their families would get together for their annual flag football tournaments.
Elain, Cassian, and Rhysand versus Azriel, Feyre, and Nesta.
Whenever they won, which wasn’t as often as Cassian and Rhysand would like, Cassian would lift Elain over his shoulder in celebration. There was something about the ease in which he handled her that left her breathless, or maybe it was all the blood rushing to her head as her head landed somewhere by his tushy and her feet flailed above his head that caused her to feel so light headed.
“Are you sharing secrets with me, Lainy?” Cassian teased, his warm chuckle sounded right next to her ear and reverberated through her body. He leaned forward just a bit, his brown hair falling over her shoulder, and Elain pivoted just slightly towards him and hoped he didn’t notice the slight pinkening of her cheeks.
She told herself it was the early September chill that caused the shiver to creep down her spine.
“Yes, one of many,” Elain teased as she pointed a finger and pressed it into his hard chest. “And you’re the only one who knows, so you better not tell.”
“Just how many secrets do you have, Lainy?” Cassian grinned with a raised eyebrow, his hazel eyes bright.
Cassian moved his arm to rest against the counter, effectively trapping Elain. She ignored the cords of muscle that flexed beneath his dark skin.
“That,” Elain said, nudging his arm out of the way with her hip. “Is none of your business. Now,” She grasped the container from his hand and tried to break free of the bicep that was barricading her to the counter. “Do you want to bake Nesta’s birthday cake or what?’
Cassian dropped his arm immediately. His face turned startlingly serious, the kind of expression Elain imagined he wore when charging down the football field or across the baseball diamond or even in the ballet classes he did on the side to stay active. If Cassian set his mind to something, then he was nothing but pure grit until he achieved it.
It was one of the things that Elain admired most about him.
He had one of the busiest schedules she'd ever seen, but he never complained. He still found time to be with his friends and family, and he made sure to give everyone his undivided attention. And he always tried to make everybody's day better.
So, when he came to her and asked for help to bake a cake for Nesta’s birthday, Elain didn’t hesitate to say yes.
Cassian, with all of his determination, had been trying to win over Nesta for as long as Elain could remember. The second he laid eyes on her, Elain saw the interest spark in his hazel eyes. She saw the curiosity that curled his lips into a grin every time he was in the same room as her — It was a shift on a biological level, as if something in Nesta called to him.
She saw the way that Cassian hardened his heart just a little every time he watched Nesta with someone else. Someone that treated her poorly, someone that Nesta didn’t even like. Someone that would hurt Cassian just as much as it would hurt Nesta.
So, Elain pushed aside her silly little crush and agreed to help him.
Her smile never even faltered.
Despite the dull ache in her chest and the constant pain that scratched at her heart
“First things first,” Elain said, taking a deep breath as she stepped away from him. “Preheat the oven to 350,”
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Her cheeks hurt from smiling.
They physically ached, but Elain couldn’t stop it.
Not as she saw a flour coated Cassian looking at the standing mixer as if it had committed the worst kind of betrayal.
“How could he do this?” Cassian grunted, leaning forward with one hand on his hip and the other on the top of her pink kitchen-aid.
Cassian, in all his eagerness, went three speeds too high on the mixer and a mushroom cloud of flour erupted in the kitchen.
At some point Cassian had tied his hair into a messy bun, but a few strands of inky hair had fallen forward. Slightly blocking his handsome face from Elain’s view, but Elain could still see the hard line of his jaw that was popping out just a bit.
“It’s not a big—” Elain cut herself off as Cassian’s hazel eyes shot to her face. He inspected her face, bringing one hand up to her flour covered face.
Cassian delicately ran his finger across her plump cheek, brushing off the flour that had puffed out of the mixer, and adding a little more to the white haziness in the air.
Elain hoped that there was enough flour left on her cheek for Cassian not to see the blush that his touch created.
“Blake betrayed us.” Cassian said, his dark brow pinching.
“Blake?”
“The mixer.” Cassian stated, grabbing a clean dish towel to gently clean up her face. Her chin was delicately tucked between his fingers.
“Its name is Blake?” Elain asked, ignoring how closely her lips came to touching his fingers. The distance between the two heavy and charged.
“There’s always a Blake,” Cassian grumbled, his warm breath scattered over her face as he worked. Elain felt strangely unsettled being the center of his attention. “Always.”
His brown eyes were trained on her, and Elain vaguely wondered how much flour was on her face that it took him so long to wipe it all off.
Elain slowed her breathing, her eyes trained on his face as he worked, and she wondered what was going through his mind.
“What are you thinking?” Elain asked, unable to stop herself before the words rushed out of her mouth.
Cassian paused, his hand stood still on her cheek, and he looked at her.
Really looked at her.
He let the towel fall and used his fingers to tuck a lock of golden hair behind her ear.
“I am thinking,” Cassian said, his eyes looking into hers. He tilted her chin up, his fingers scorching against her skin. Cassian paused for a moment, and Elain could see that he was mulling over what words to say — but that concentration was broken by the dinging on his phone. “That we should do this more often.”
Cassian gave her an easy smile. He dropped her chin and tapped her on the nose before backing up and taking his phone out of his pants.
“It’s Az,” Cassian said, and Elain could hear the anxiety in his voice. “They’ll be here in an hour.”
“I guess we should finish.” Elain said, forcing herself to smile, and ignoring the surge of pleasure as some of the tension eased from Cassian's body.
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“It looks good.” Cassian said, and Elain could hear the pride in his voice as he took in their cake.
As far as Elain was concerned, it was the best cake that she had ever made.
“It looks perfect! Our very own cake,” Elain said smiling. “Devil’s Delight.” They had named the cake after Cassian almost doubled the amount of cocoa powder in the recipe, but Elain had managed to take most of it out.
Elain hip checked him, and blushed as Cassian laid a heavy arm over her shoulder.
The cake was perfectly round, so they had that going for them, but it was slightly lopsided. And the lettering that spelled “Happy Birthday Nesta '' was written in Cassian’s scrawl rather than Elain’s practiced handwriting. The frosting wasn’t smooth, per say, but if anyone asked they could say that they wanted a more rustic look for the cake — Elain was just happy that they had enough frosting left considering how much they ate while waiting for the cake to cool.
They admired their work for all of 20 seconds, and during those few moments Elain let herself relax in Cassian’s embrace and let herself lean into his warmth, before the front door creaked open.
Cassian instantly dropped his arm — Elain immediately felt the loss of him — and grabbed the cake. There was a look of pure excitement on his face as he picked up the cake, and he nodded towards Elain, silently asking her to light the candles that circled the perimeter of their masterpiece.
Elain did so quickly, and stepped off to the side to let Cassian leave the kitchen. As soon as he crossed the threshold and headed to the front of the house, he started singing Happy Birthday in a booming voice.
She followed behind him, quietly singing along, and she peered around Cassian’s large frame to see Nesta standing at the door with Feyre, Rhys, and Azriel. Elain was more than happy to let her voice be drowned out by Cassian, Feyre, and Rhys — In fact, it was almost as if she and Azriel were in competition to see who could sing the quietest.
Nesta stood in the middle of them all, her arms wrapped around herself, and tried to hide her smile. But it was obvious that she was happy — the happiest that she had looked in a long time.
After they finished singing Cassian leaned down to smack a kiss on Nesta's cheek and told her to blow the candles out, so she did.
“This is the ugliest cake I have ever seen.” Nesta said laughing, and Cassian clutched his chest in mock outrage.
“It’s beautiful!” Elain said, taking a step closer to the group. “Cassian worked really hard on it.”
Nesta’s blue eyes looked at her sister before moving onto Cassian.
“I appreciate it,” Nesta said, placing one hand on Cassian’s forearm. “Now someone cut me a piece.”
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#elain archeron#Cassian#Casslain#casslain fanfiction#fawn fest#fawnandshadows fawn fest#fawnandshadows fanfic#fawnandshadows writing#fawn fest prompt#baking prompt
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