#feyre archeon

[nightcourtreader]

Hi<3 hru?

can I rant with you a little? I feel like you're the most reasonable person in this fandom (and this platform) haha or maybe we share same opinion idk but:

I am so tired of seeing this fandom painting Feyre be bad at everything... her talent in painting? "not very good she didn't have a teacher or anything" (mind you I'm an artist and self-taught). her being a high lady? "she can't even do her job she a bad ruler" her being equal to Rhys and powerful as fuck? "Nesta is way more powerful than her" her being beautiful in Rhys' eyes? "no everyone say Elain is more beautiful than all of them" Feyre being a mother? "oh she will be a bad mom and can't raise her child" to the point I've ppl saying Eris (ERIS OF ALL PEOPLE) who apparently had 6 brothers and knows better than Feyre how to calm a baby and we all know both Feyre and Rhys won't let him get near him at any scenario. or how there's fanfic where Gwyn is the one telling Feyre how to pull it together and calming Nyx and Rhys just sits there and agrees with her... it's funny how ppl want to show Feyre as a incapable mother so some ppl like Eris and Gwyn should come and save the day.

I love Gwyn don't get me wrong (and I'm neutral about Eris since it's obvious he's a another version of Rhys lmao) but to show a softer version of them through bringing down Feyre pisses me off... and in none of this Rhys is portrait as a bad father... interesting! or how I've seen more fanart with E/riel and Nyx more that Feysand and Nyx is bothering me to no end. them babysitting him or a older version of him have a sleepover in their house or them literally raising him bc apparently Feyre is busy being a high lady and doesn't have time to spend it with Nyx. and no one say Rhys is also there being a high lord and have a job like Feyre ruling their court no...

and it won't stop on her being a bad mother she's also a bad painter and that rages me. we have Azriel going through continent to buy her paints, Cassian watching her paint and cries over them and Nesta she also cried when she saw Feyre had a painting of her and lets be honest if Feyre was a bad artist Nesta would've already told her in cabin but she said nothing and let her paint on everything. or how Mor loved what she did to the Cabin but everyone only focus on her drawing on the walls without permission and make fun of it. or how they have always something to say about sjm bad writing means they look deeper in it but never notice the artistic way Feyre describes things...

but we don't see anyone saying Nesta is a bad dancer or Gwyn a bad singer or Elain's a bad cook... Like ever... I've never seen it at least!

it's funny how they bold their fav Character through bringing down another... and think sjm would or doing the same :)

Hiii 💜 trust me you can rant to me all you want! Thank you 😂

I always found it crazy how Feyre was the only character to be made fun of about her hobby. I know people say oh it’s a joke, lighten up, I just thought it was funny. But is only funny to a certain extent, you know?

There are people literally shitting on Feyre for painting. And I think that comes down to not liking the character. You don’t have to like her, but making up lies because you don’t like the character is crazy to me. Like people have to realize that SJM is writer not an artist but I think she did pretty with describing Feyre and her painting.

And like you said. Why is it that Elain is so good at baking even tho she just picked up the hobby in acofas but Feyre is a bad painter. Why is nesta so good at dancing but Feyre is a bad painter? Why is Gwyn such a good singer but Feyre is bad at painting? We see that Azriel also sings, why is he a good singer already and we haven’t seen him sing yet?

Cassian AND nesta said how much the black dress Elain wore to the court of nightmares was an ill suited dress for her. If they can critique Elain’s fashion choice, why haven’t they critiqued Feyre’s painting if she’s so bad? I could have sworn nesta was upset because there wasn’t any paintings of her in the river house.

It has been stated by numerous characters that Feyre is a damn good painter. It doesn’t matter if she’s self taught and so is my nephew who is a teenager and he can outdraw my on my best day.

People get so upset about the cabin but nobody cared. Mor even brought her more paint to encourage her to continue! If it’s Rhysand’s cabin, then in turn it’s Feyre because what’s his is hers and I think Rhysand made that pretty clear. I can even see the IC in the cabin making little drawings around Feyre’s painting like Mor did to mess with each other and add more color to it and laugh about it later.

With the whole Feyre not being a good ruler thing kills me because she just literally got into the role in acomaf. They had a war in acowar where we couldn’t see her be a ruler but Feyre was actively helping in the war. She saved prythian twice by defeated amarantha & rebuilding the cauldron. She saved the damn rainbow of velaris! Nobody was over there but her. She even talked about the paperwork side of being a high lady in ACOFAS, but this is the same novella people say they don’t like.

Tarquin just got to be a highlord in acotar but he’s such a great ruler? Why people are acting like Feyre can’t be further taught? She just got into the role. She’ll be fine.

I do think if nesta had her full power before she gave it away she would have more power than Feyre, some people also have a hard time understanding that nesta literally didn’t want that power and she stated that she slept with numerous men to keep that power away/at bay. But now since she doesn’t have as much of her power I think that Feyre and Rhys are once again more powerful than she is.

I get it that Elain is the most beautiful sister but all the sisters say the same thing about Azriel, does it make Cassian or Rhys less beautiful? Cause I could have sworn nesta didn’t think Rhys was ugly and she didn’t even like him. Aelin saw Rhys and she said he was beautiful too. So why does saying Elain is the most beautiful Archeon sister take away the beauty from Feyre & nesta?

The whole she a bad mother thing is just crazy because we haven’t even seen Feyre be a mother at all in the series! Just because we got that one scene at the end of acosf, that doesn’t tell us anything.

SJM said in CC3 the acotar characters are going to be very protective of Nyx, if they are so protective with him why would he be around Eris when they don’t even trust him? Eris is allies with the night court at best. We’re not even sure if eris himself even help raised his brothers because based off reading it’s clear that the autumn court siblings are not close (they are all killing & hurting each other) and they had a fucked up upbringing.

I love Gwyn but Gwyn is only 28, I know she defended the children in sangravah and I have no doubt my girl will be a good mommy, but I don’t think Gwyn is the right candidate to tell someone what to do when it comes to a baby.

Having Nyx was something Feyre and Rhys wanted. SJM is a mother to 2 kids and just recently had her second one, so I’m pretty sure she’s excited writing Feyre as being a mom herself, so why would Feyre be a bad mother? Feyre knew how she grew up, she literally has all the chance and opportunity to give Nyx the opposite of what she had growing up, so why wouldn’t she?

If they’re only attacking Feyre since she’s supposedly going to be a bad mother and not Rhys then that tells me all I need to know, they don’t like Feyre.

I get being a new mom is hard and trying to balance work can be difficult and no I’m not a mom personally myself, but it has proven time and time again that first time moms and moms who have more than one kid can take care of their mother duties and work at the same time and still be a good damn mom but for some reason Feyre can’t?

#feyre archeon #pro feyre archeron #pro feyre #feyre and rhysand #nyx archeron #nyx acotar #acosf #acomaf #acowar #the inner circle acotar #nesta archeron #cassian acosf #azriel acotar #mor acotar

[anarchiii]

The cooking class —ACOTAR (canon) AU

Rhys x Feyre | one shot | warnings; bit of language, Rhys being amazing. Feyre shrieking.

Summary; Feyre makes Rhys go to a couples cooking class with her, it turns out, both Feyre and Rhys aren’t very good at cooking. Especially Rhys.

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

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Feyre’s POV

Being bad at cooking was an understatement, no, Feyre was horrendous at it, and she knew it too. Feyre had tried a few years ago and had nearly burnt the whole kitchen down. Rhys on the other hand…she didn’t know how he was with cooking, he’d had over five hundred years to master the skill but, they’d soon find out, Feyre had signed them both up for a couples cooking class. She smirked, this was going to be entertaining.

Cooking class time

“Welcome everyone to my class, my name is Florence, I will be your cooking instructor today! Any questions?” The teacher said, answering other couples questions. “Why again are we doing this darling?” She heard Rhys say in her ear. “Because we needed to get out of the house and I thought this was something fun we could do together” Feyre answered back. Rhys opened his mouth to say something but the instructor redirected everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone, today, we are going to be making a simple vanilla cake! Go find a table, there will be instructions on a sheet of paper there. Chop chop!” Making a quick motion with her hands at the various tables in the room. Feyre followed her mate to the one he chose, She grabbed the piece of paper and looked at the ingredients listed.

She saw the instructor walk out of the room leaving all the couples to cook on their own—so much for helping us—“Rhys darling, go grab a bag of flour.” Rhys gave her a smile and nodded his head before grabbing a bag of flour that was on a table. She grabbed one of the two aprons that were there and put it on, Feyre was looking at the ingredients once more when she heard a rip and next thing she knew she was covered in flour. “Rhys!” Feyre shrieked, Rhys bursting into a giggling fit at the high tone her voice reached. “Go get another bag, and don’t cover me in flour this time!” Rhys pouted at her as he went and grabbed another bag. She quickly dusted herself off and went back to what she was doing, Rhys successfully managed to not pour it directly on her, next the eggs, Feyre wandered over to the ingredient table and grabbed the nearest carton of eggs, she had just made it to their table when Rhys crashed into her. This male was going to be the death of her. She glared up at her mate before quickly cleaning up the mess. Apparently the other couples weren’t any better at this.

After an embarrassing amount of time, they had finally put all the dry ingredients together without anymore messes, next, the wet ingredients. She was lightly mixing together the dry ingredients when Rhys came back with the milk. “Don’t you dare” Feyre said without looking up at him, “I wasn’t even going to do anything!”

“Don’t give me that shit, I know exactly what you were going to do and I will repeat myself once more, Don’t. You. Dare.” She saw in her peripheral; Rhys was looking at her like a child did to their parents when they didn’t give them what they wanted, she half expected him to have a tantrum right there. After this, she was never taking a couples cooking class again.

Rhys’s POV

How on earth did she know what he was going to do? He had not even looked at it! Sometimes his mate was to good at read people, even though she knew. That wasn’t going to stop him from doing it. He was the high lord of the night court, most powerful in Prythian, he could do whatever he wanted. And his mate was not going to get in the way of that. With Feyre’s back turned, Rhys made his move, he darted over to where it was, it, the vanilla extract bottle. He could tell what it was without looking at the label. The sweet smell of vanilla coming from the bottle, he snatched the bottle as quickly as he could and took the lid of in record time, gulping it down to its bottom, “RHYS DAMMIT” by the mother . It did not taste as good as it smelt. He felt sick in seconds, oh fuck.

What the fuck had he done?

Feyre’s POV

“I can’t believe you downed the entire bottle of vanilla extract! I told you not to do it, but of course! You didn’t listen to me, now look at you!” She was practically dragging Rhys home, they had been kicked out of the class, because while Rhys was lunging for the bottle he ended up somehow turning the nob on the oven to the highest setting which had made the fire burn high and hot, She hadn’t noticed and had taken Rhys to the bathroom where he would be dry heaving for ten minutes. In that span of time the oven had started burning and had made the fucking oven melt. She was pretty sure you couldn’t even do that. But of course, Rhys finds a way. So here they were, walking back to the town house, when they finally made it through the front door and into the foyer they found Cassian and Amren there—an unusual pair—“dare I ask why the high lord looks like he’s about to vomit his organs out?” Amren asked, “it’s a long story but to shorten it, basically. Rhys downed an unhealthy amount of vanilla extract and is now sick to hide stomach, oh and, he managed to burn an entire oven, don’t ask me how.” Cassian immediately fell into a fit of laughter while Amren let out an unnervingly loud laugh, she sighed. “Good fucking job brother!” Cassian said while still laughing uncontrollably, Rhys groaning in response. She didn’t understand what was so funny. Rolling her eyes, she took Rhysand into their bedroom and laid him down on the bed, grabbing a bucket and some water for him.

Feyre had been reading one of her spicy books when her mate let out a groan, misty blue met purple eyes, “what were you thinking” Feyre said to him baring her teeth slightly, when he didn’t respond, she flicked his forehead hard. Earning a wince from his in return. Rolling her eyes once more, she went back to reading her book.

“Worth it” She heard her mate whisper after a few minutes, with that, she slapped him on the forehead with her book as hard as she could.

You could hear his sounds of pain from a mile away.

The End.

#fantasy #sjm universe #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #books #sarah j maas #rhys acotar #rhys x feyre #feyre archeon #feyre acotar

[the-darkestminds]

Nesta: *spends a shit ton of Rhysand’s money on booze and gambling, verbally abuses Feyre and Cassian, makes Elain cry*

Me:

#lol #nesta is queen #she can do no wrong in my eyes #pro nesta archeron #pro nesta #nesta #nesta archeon #sarah j maas #sjm #acowar #acomaf #acotar #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #elucien #azriel #Cassian #Feyre #Rhysand

[fantasymindpalace]

what the ic does to nesta after she reveals the risks of feyre’s pregnancy is actually called tone policing which is a fallacious argument which ridicules the opponents word choice & speech tone in order to invalidate/dismiss the opposing side (& usually used when one sides argument is less substantial/truthful than the other). this is why i simply don’t fault nesta for the way in which she chose to deliver the information. tone will never negate the necessity of truth

#this is my opinion #so don’t come for me #eventually i’ll shut the fuck up about this #but not today #sarah j maas #acosf #nesta archeon #feyre archeron

[duvetdaybooks]

The acotar ladies as Disney characters:

Feyre = Merida (brave, no nonsense, skilled archer)

Nesta = Mulan (intelligent and a warrior)

Elaine = Rapunzel (sunshine flower child)

Mor = Jasmine (beautiful, strong and speaks her mind)

Gwen = Ariel (the singer that longs for adventure)

Emerie = Tiana (determined and a business owner extraordinaire)

Amren = tinkerbelle (small, powerful and has a bit of an attitude)!

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #acowar #a court of wings and ruin #acofas #a court of frost and starlight #acosf #a court of silver flames #feyre archeron #feyre cursebreaker #Feyre #Elaine #elaine archeon #Nesta #nesta archeon #mor #morrigan #Gwen #emerie #amren #Disney #merida #rapunzel #princess jasmine #mulan #tinkerbell #princess ariel #princess tiana

[lunatay13]

Elain Archeon basking in her moonlit garden. ❤️🌼

Art by me :)

#Elain #elain archeron #elain kingslayer #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #archeon #archeon sisters #feyre #nesta #flower princess #procreate #acotar fanart #elain fanart

[truthfulkingslayer]

How I think the IC would handle Nyx

Cassian: The fun uncle. He’s the type of uncle that would do really fun and dumb stuff with Nyx that might get the two of them i trouble with Feysand ( more specifically rhys)

Azriel: The intimidating yet gentle uncle. I feel like Nyx would be intimidated and kinda scared of Azriel, but after meeting him, I think Nyx would like him.

Nesta: The intimidating aunt. She’s the aunt that takes no bullshit from anyone. She may look scary, but make no mistake, she’s ultimate hawk aunt and if anyone messes with Nyx, that person better run.

Mor: The fun, wine aunt. She would like to playfully mess with Nyx and tell really embarrassing stories about the IC.

Elain: The wholesome, really sweet aunt. She would teach Nyx how to garden and grow vegetables and flowers and omg it’s so wholesome. Also, Rhys would tell Nyx to not underestimate her I think

Amren: The really intimidating aunt. Feysand would tell Nyx a little bit about Amren. Also. If you think Nesta is hawk aunt, then Amren is eagle aunt. She seems uncaring but beware to those who mess with her nephew.

#acotar #acomaf #acosf #acowar #acofas #feyre archeron #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #azriel acotar #mor acotar #elain archeron #nesta archeon #amren acotar

[littlebugs]

saved - chapter one

azriel x reader series

warnings: she/her reader, a little language, short!reader, reader is the archeon's half sister (no race mentioned), fluffy ish, azriel ooc, sfw, not edited oops, azriel has a big wingspan, elain slander i'm sorry i have to rafs bloo notes: this was supposed to be a blurb but i just...spiraled. first time posting a series here BE NICE. also i kind of imagine this charcater with a evie vibe hence the gif (: description: you're half fae, living life on the borders of various courts after your half siblings got dunked in the cauldron. set after acowar, feyre has invited her half-sibling to Velaris to reunite the family. but what happens after a certain shadowsinger takes interest in you?

The night air in Velaris holds a mystic chill as you ascend the multitude of steps leading to Rhysand's townhouse. More like a deathly chill,  as you’re not dressed for a trek up the small mountain stationed at what seems to be the highest point of Velaris. Finally making it to the top, you keel over, cursing whatever god decided this what your life. 

 Despite the weariness, a sense of anticipation lingers, excitement almost. Or maybe you’re catching frostbite and becoming delusional. After a few minutes, you finally reach the top, swearing and actually panting.  Before you can gather the energy to knock on the door, it swings open, leaving you surprised. 

A tall figure stands in the doorway, the glow of lights inside outlining his broad shoulders. His features, sharp and captivating, come into focus. The eyes, a shade of violet that sparkled with mischief, locked onto yours. Is he tryna rizz me up or- 

The tall figure extends a hand, his handsome face framed by windswept hair. "You look like you've just climbed a mountain. Welcome. I'm Rhysand." The sarcasm in his voice is undeniable, but you refrain from sneering. Ripping your eyes away from the High Lord, you notice two more figures emerging from behind him. One, with an easygoing grin and tousled hair, winks at you. The other, with piercing hazel eyes that observe with a quiet intensity, makes no move. They’re all very hot.

Rhysand vaguely gestures toward them, "This is Cassian, and Azriel."

Cassian, the one with the easy grin, greets you warmly, and you smile back. Azriel's gaze lingeres, still not making any moves, but stepping aside to allow you to enter. Finally out of this cold ass bit- You hear Rhysand snicker behind you, laughing at an unheard joke. Or maybe you’re the joke. It’s hard to tell. 

Only seconds after crossing the threshold, a joyous commotion erupts from deep within the townhouse. Feyre, Nesta, and Elain, a hurricane of brown hair and laughter, rush towards you. Feyre, her vibrant blue-gray eyes lit with happiness, embraces you first. "You made it!" Her hug crushes you, and you swear you hear a rib snap. 

Nesta, looking bored, adds, "It's been too long." But you swear you can see a hint of a smile on her lips as she hugs you alongside Feyre. And finally, Elain, looking sort of sickly but better than when she was human, joins the embrace. "I’ve missed you" she says softly, her arms wrapping around you. 

The reunion unfolds with laughter and hugs, your sisters laughing and examining you, everything from your hair, to your shoes, and kind of scandalous outfit which Elain pales at. 

After they finally get tired of you (you swear a singular tear escaped Nesta’s eye.) Feyre guides you into a sitting room, which is charming and cozy at the same time. Taking a seat on a couch, you find yourself flanked by Feyre and a blonde headed fae, smiling almost too widely at you.

As soon as you turn to look at her, she starts talking. Very fast. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! Feyre has told us so much about you!"

You stammer, shocked by her swiftness “Oh, uhm I-”

Rescuing you from introduction, Elain chimes in, from the couch. "This is Mor, Rhys's cousin, and that's Amren, who's…yeah," her face strains at the mention of Amren, as she gestures to a woman sulking in a corner, who looks at you with nothing but disdain in those oddly shiny eyes. Almost.. silver? You quickly look away, trying to avoid her gaze.

As you settle into the space, the blonde, Mor, starts yammering on about some sort of dress. You listen intnetly, until your sister's mate enters the room. 

Rhysand, (The most delightful, cunning, handsome High Lord, as Feyre has told you,) takes the seat across from you, his two friends joining him. Almost out of earshot, he quietly leans toward Azriel. "What's going on, Az? You're acting strange."

Azriel, the one who has not said a word to you since you’ve arrived, remains silent, his focus elsewhere. He’s actually very….attractive. Like a greek god, like you would just let him throw you across the room and- 

Rhys snorts, distracting you from your train of thought. Almost like he heard what you were thinking. Oh. The blonde on your left quickly distracts you, laughing loudly, as the Cassian lad rants about the quickest way to behead someone, which is just..swell. And all the meanwhile Rhys and Feyre stare at each other giggling. Feyre opens her mouth in shock and Rhys nods, gesturing to you, engaged in silent conversation

Raising your arms up in silent defeat, you get up and walk to what seems to be a kitchen. With no food. Which is just-  You nearly jump as Azriel basically appears out of nowhere. He shoots you a seemingly uncharacteristic smile as he observes your bemused expression.

"Curious about the kitchen, aren't you?" Azriel's voice, deep and resonant, carries warmth. Very at odds at how he looked at you like you were some sort of demon  five minutes ago. 

You nod, very confused with the switch up, and lack of any food, while drinking in his appearance. His hair, dark and tousled, frames a face chiseled with handsome features. Hazel eyes, deep and mysterious, hold intensity that make you never want to look away. Why he kinda…  Feyre and Rhysand start laughing again, and you feel yourself getting flustered.

"Is there something I'm missing?" You ask, gesturing to the seemingly empty kitchen.

Azriel leans against the counter, looking oddly casual. He crosses his muscular arms across his chest in a way that makes you shiver, and continues "In this house, you don't find the food. You just..think of it."

Confusion lifts from your face as Azriel just…thinks. In an instant, the kitchen responds. A tall glass of water appearing in front of him automatically, as if the room itself is eager to please.

You can't help but marvel, "That's incredible." You look at him, but to meet his eyes you have to physically tilt your head, and as he loos down at you, the height difference is obvious.

With a stretches flex of his arms, his impressive wings unfold gracefully, each membrane extending with a mesmerizing precision. As the Illyrian basically flexes, the intricate webbing catches the light, with wings that are far bigger than the ones you saw on Rhysand at the door.

From the living room, a conversation commences "What is Azriel doing?" Cassian whispers, smirking slightly. Rhysand, clueless himself, raises an eyebrow. 

As you borderline gape, you catch Elain's gaze intensifying, frustration apparent in her expression. You can only wonder, why as Cassian blurts out from the other room "Well, someone's feeling extra dramatic today."

You look over to Rhysand, leaning back with a sly smile adding, "I didn't know our shadowsinger had a flair for the theatrical."

Azriel, with a casual shrug, replies, "Just felt like stretching my wings a bit."

Breaking the heavy silence that fell over the group, Mor finally breaks into laughter. "Well, well, Az. I never thought I'd see the day. What's next, a dance number?"

The group laughs, but seeing Elain’s pointed stare, you make your way back to the sitting room, leaving the Illyrian in the kitchen, unbeknownst to you, disappointed. 

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As the night deepens, members of the once noisy dinner party leave one by one, leaving the town home quieter than it was. With only the three Illyrians and the blonde (whose name you keep forgetting) you head towards the stairs, bidding them good night. 

Your ascent to the second floor brings you to an opened door at the end of the hallway adorned with what you expect are Night Court aesthetics – moonlit tapestries, celestial motifs, and the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air. You breathe in, and slowly sit down on your bed, trying to get the hazel eyes and mysterious shadows out of your head.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Azriel stands abruptly, and not so discreetly follows you upstairs. Cassian and Rhysand, left in the living room, exchange bemused glances

Rhysand, eyebrows raised in silent query, looks to Cassian for an explanation. Cassian, shrugging with an amused grin, whispers, "Beats me. Maybe our shadowsinger has a sudden interest in beauty rest."

Intrigued and sensing unspoken mystery, Rhysand and Cassian exchange conspiratorial glances. With shared nods, they decide to venture upstairs, their footsteps quiet as shadows against the Night Court's nocturnal melody.

Back in your room, you find comfort in the surroundings of your room. Moonlight filters through the window, casting a soft glow on the elegant furnishings. Deciding to settle in for the night, you slip into a set of…you could barely call them pajamas, more like scraps of silk, and stretch your arms, sighing faintly. 

A soft knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. You secretly hope for a certain shadowsinger as you trudge towards the door. Opening it, you silently rejoice to the cauldron as Azriel stands there, his typical shadowed demeanor now softened by an unusual glint in his eyes.

"Mind if I come in?" he asks, breaking the silence.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel spymaster #inner circle x reader #a court of thorns and roses #azriel shadowsinger x you #azriel spymaster x you #azriel fluff

[nikethestatue]

Never will I ever, EVER understand the hold that Lucien Vanserra has on parts of this fandom.

I am not a Lucien hater. To me, he is a throwaway character that did a good job being a comic relief and first friend to Feyre in ACOTAR. And that's it.

But my god. Every day there are all these glowing, obsessive posts about him. About how he deserves everything. About how he deserves his mate. His happiness. About how Elain is a slut for even considering anyone else, let alone trying to kiss another man while Lucien is around. That Feyre is an ungrateful bitch. Rhys is a Lucien abuser. Azriel is an unhinged maniac who wants to kill Lucien. Lucien suffered the most in the entire series. Nothing compares to the horrors that Lucien lived through. Lucien is homeless. Oppressed. Depressed. He doesn't have parents. He doesn't have friends. He is abandoned. Woe is Lucien.

And I am just like...wut?

You know who suffered more than Lucien? Literally EVERYONE in ACOTAR. Not to play trauma olympics, but really? Lucien is the most unfortunate character is ACOTAR? Are people nuts?

You know whose fate is 100 times worse?

Clotho!

Gwyn Berdara!

Rhysand!

Tamlin!

Elain Acheron!

Feyre Archeon!

Every Priestess in the Library!

And many more.

Lucien is a High Fae who's lived a privileged life his whole life. Yes, he's got a mean dad. His girlfriend was murdered. He lost his eye. None of these are easy things to live through. But I don't recall him watching his entire family die violently. Has he ever struggled with poverty? Didn't have enough to eat? Was he enslaved? Was he ever violently tortured? Was he forced into an unwanted marriage? Was he turned into a human against his will? Watched thousands of his people slaughtered in a war?

Elain's history and suffering are brushed under the rug like they mean nothing, but poor Lucien, who's moved from palace, to manor, to palace wearing his cream pants and glossy boots is the epitome of suffering. Rhys was tortured by his dad more intensely and cruelly than anything that Beron's ever done to Lucien. Somehow Emerie, who is permanently mutilated, truly oppressed, is a 'lesser' Fae, violently abused by her father, and not accepted by her people, is just an afterthought, but Lucien is praised and cried over (for basically exactly the same things as Emerie is living through) like he is the most tragic character in history.

I don't know. I don't get it. I will never get it.

[thomasisaslut]

Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Nipple Clamps — KTober

Word Count: 1.7k

Includes: Nipple Clamps, Rough Sex, No prep, Light Bondage, Love making, Hickeys, Cross Dressing, Mating Bond, Revenge Sex.

Dress that Eris is wearing at the end!

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Eris would get revenge for Azriel fucking him on his own throne.

He rummages through his clothes, and quickly looking for an outfit that he could tease the spymaster with.

Eris’ sighs as he can’t find something but suddenly, his eyes land on a light maroon dress, a beautiful golden band is hanging around the waist—the same golden bands hold up the sleeves connected to the flowing gown along with a neck piece. He also notices minor accessories with the outfit, he smirks.

“Perfect.” Eris whispers to himself.

Quickly, the ginger slides on the dress, adding the golden accessories afterward. He manages to find some golden earrings in his large room, pinning them onto his pointed ears before checking himself out in the mirror.

Eris smacks his own ass, making sure to leave a mark so the spymaster sees it later—perhaps to make him jealous.

Before leaving to the Night Court he finds golden hook-like clips and attaches them to the sides of the dress—the sides of both his thighs now revealed. He

Finally—after checking himself out once more—Eris decides he needs one more thing… he kneels before his bed and grabs a box from underneath, he opens the wooden crate then pulls out a pair of shiny, gold nipple clamps. He hooks them onto his hardened buds then winnows to the Night Court. He arrives in the main hall of the Court, the only person there was the High Lady—Feyre Archeon.

Her blue eyes widen in shock at the High Lord of the Autumn Court’s appearance, she has never seen a male dress that way let alone Eris.

“High Lady.” Eris greets with a mischievous expression. “Would you mind telling me where your dearest spymaster is?”

“Y-Yes, of course!” Feyre stands from her seat at the table and walks over. “Beautiful gown…” She mutters.

“Thank you.” Eris smiles.

Feyre nods and hooks her arm around Eris’, she leads him to the room where Azriel resides then swiftly takes her leave.

Eris takes in a deep breathe—mentally preparing himself to tease Shadowsinger—before knocking on the door. He spots Azriel’s shadows peek under the door, gently brushing his ankle before it retracts back under the door.

“Vanserra.” Azriel growls as he opens the door, he quickly takes in his mates appearance—Eris watches the tent build in his tight Illyrian pants.

“Shadowsinger.” Eris chirps then pushes past him, Azriel instantly shuts the door behind him and within a second his scarred hands find the gold belt around Eris’ waist.

“What are you wearing.” Azriel tugs the shorter against his throbbing bulge, his chin nestling between Eris’ neck and shoulder—dark wings instinctively flexing out.

“A dress, why?” Eris glances over his shoulder with a sly smirk. “Do you like it?”

Eris feels Azriel’s shadows swarm around his legs, tracing up his thighs and squeezing them tightly.

“I like it for my eyes.” Azriel growls, his right hand grabs Eris’ ass—where the handprint is. “What is this?”

“What is what?” Eris asks, putting on a fake innocent act.

“Eris.” Azriel warns, his shadows squeeze Eris’ thighs harder and his hand tightens on the others rear.

“Azriel.” Eris hums.

“Why is there a handprint on your butt?” He asks, his tone sharp and cutting.

“There is?” Eris’ smirk grows.

Azriel turns the ginger around in one swift movement—he holds him close to his chest, his left hand grabs his chin so Eris is forced to look up at him—his right doesn’t dare to leave Eris’ asscheek.

“You know damn well there is, who gave it to you?” He snaps.

“No one, my mate.”

Azriel scoffs the winnows them to the bed, Eris is now pinned to in by Azriel’s thighs—his shadows still tightly around his thighs while some new ones form ropes around his wrists—tugging them to the sides—pinning them to the headboard.

“Tell me.” Azriel demands.

“I said n-“

Azriel undoes one of the shadows holding his wrist and drags Eris’ hand to his ass—placing his hand on top of the mark.

“You did this?” Azriel laughs. “Trying to make me jealous? It worked.” He snaps.

Eris smirks but Azriel makes eye contact with the smaller man—he grips the back of Eris’ head before his lips crash against his, Azriel’s mouth moves hungrily invading his own and his tongue quickly beginning to explore.

He moans into the kiss as Azriel deepens the kiss, the shadow connects around Eris’ wrist again and tugs it back up—pinning him back to the bed.

“Was this your attempt as revenge?” Azriel smirks and bites Eris’ neck when he hears a jingle, in a second Azriel rips the cloth covering Eris’ chest.

“Nipple clamps?” Azriel’s cheeks flush a light tint of pink. “What a nice accessory, little fox.” Azriel tugs on the golden chain connecting the clamps.

Eris’ breath hitches. “For you, Az.” He seems to already have forgotten his original plan—to focused on getting pleasure from his mate now.

“Oh really, my mate?” Azriel bites his neck again, causing Eris to moan. “Then why did you try to make me jealous, hm?”

“So…” Eris looks around as if he is trying to find an excuse.

“So what?” Azriel kisses the pale skin on Eris’ neck before sucking on it—leaving a dark, purple love bite.

“So I could get back at you.”

“Hm, for what, Eris?” Azriel hums and kisses his neck then chin.

“You fucked me on our throne!”

“Our?”

Eris’ cheeks flush a deep red. “Yes, our throne, Az.”

Azriel smiles at the nickname and even more at the confirmation. “What does that mean, my mate?”

“I want you… since Beron is gone… to be my High Lord.”

“You are the High Lord though?”

“Rhysand has a High Lady, why can’t I have another High Lord?”

Azriel smirks. “Keep that name out of your mouth, little fox.” He quickly connects their lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Eris smiles back and tugs on the restraints, he hooks his legs around Azriel’s waist and tugs him closer—the thin, maroon fabric of the dress making it impossible not to feel Azriel’s hard cock.

“I want you, Eris” Azriel whispers—he leans forward and his voice is quiet as he murmurs. “Your body. Your lips. Your eyes. How your face flushes. The way you beg. How you squirm and beg. How you moan….” He tilts his head to the side, awaiting an answer from the small, ginger male.

“Yes, I want you too, High Lord.” Some tears form in Eris’ eyes. “So much, I crave you, I… I love you.”

Azriel’s eyes form tears of his own and he instantly connects his lips onto the other males again except, now it is a soft and delicate kiss. Gently and loving. Proving how much he cares for the shorter one.

“I love you too, my mate.”

“Good, now…” Eris bucks his hips, Azriel’s breath hitches. “Get to work.”

Azriel nods and flips up the thin fabric of the dress, he quickly finds that Eris was comando the entire time.

His eyebrow lifts. “No underwear? And you are wearing such a short dress…” His shadows find Eris’ hips again, gripping them tightly—almost bruising. “What if someone saw you, my little fox?”

“Maybe they’d get to enjoy me instead of you, I’m sure you’d feel it through our…” Eris tugs on the bond. “Little bond?”

Azriel growls and quickly removes his pants, harshly shucking them to the floor—he then rips off his Illyrian leathers, not caring for the fine fabric.

“No one else will have you, my High Lord.” Azriel makes sure to put extra emphasis on the word ‘my’.

“Yes, and no one else will have you, my High Lord.”

Azriel hums in agreement then kisses him again.

“Do you need prep, my love?”

“No… no, I want to feel you.” Eris pleas. “Can you strip me?”

“No.” Azriel smirks. “I want to fuck my little Lord in his dress.”

If Eris’ cheeks could burn any brighter they would.

Azriel uses his shadows to hold Eris’ hips up, Azriel tugs on the mini chain holding Eris’ nipple clamps together before aligning the tip of his cock with his hole.

Slowly, Azriel begins to slide in. Eris groans in pain before it slowly fades to pleasure.

“I need you! More, please!” He begs. Azriel happily complies, he pushes himself further into Eris’ tight rear until he can’t anymore.

“Fuck, little fox…” Azriel grunts. “Can I move?”

“In a moment…” Eris whimpers. “Remove the restraints.”

He nods, Azriel’s shadows quickly move from Eris’ wrist and in a second Eris’ hands fly to Azriel’s shoulders—tugging him closer. His mate smiles then begins to slowly thrust.

“You feel so good, my mate.” Azriel smiles and kisses Eris’ temple.

“As do you, my High Lord.” Eris winks then moves his left hand to Azriel’s temple—bringing him down for another heated kiss.

Azriel begins to pick up his pace, fucking the ginger headed man faster and harder. His shadows begin to play with Eris’ clamped nipples causing him to moan loudly.

“I love you, little lord.” Azriel repeats and one of his hands get placed on the back of Eris’ nape before he kisses his mate again.

“Love you… too!” Eris moans and moves one of his hands to stroke his own cock when suddenly it gets smacked. “Huh?”

“Allow me, as a reward.” Azriel smiles. “Even if you were being a brat earlier.”

Eris chuckles before it fades into another moan, Azriel’s scarred hand begins to stroke Eris’ cock, using his leaking pre as lubricant.

“Fuck!” Eris shouts. “So.. s-so close!” He moans.

“Cum for me.” Azriel begins to pound harder—now hitting Eris’ prostate with every thrust. He kisses him again, Azriel’s hand movements not stopping for a second.

Within a few more minutes Eris cums with a loud, “Azriel!”

Azriel’s movements don’t stop as he continues to thrust. “I love you.” Soon enough, Azriel’s own load shoots in Eris, filling him. He slowly thrusts and then gently pulls out. “Are you alright?” Azriel asks, worry filling his tone. “I know you didn’t want prep-“

Eris kisses him again, slowly sitting up. “I am fine, Az.” He smiles and Azriel swore his heart stopped from the sight.

“Promise?”

“I promise, my High Lord.”

Azriel laughs and kisses his temple. “Alright then, my High Lord.” He emphasizes the word ‘my’ once more with a wink.

The dress/fanart this is by! (Not my art, credit to the artist!)

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[reyleese]

*** ACOTAR 5 THEORIES ***

So.. We all know of the three ancient siblings: the twins, the Bone Carver, the Weaver of the Wood, and the oldest, Koschei. Each of the, were “contained”/trapped by an ancient fae female (can’t remember who, please let me know if you do). Bone Carver was locked in the prison, the weaver had her powers diminished and she was stuck in the woods in the Middle. Then Koschei was trapped in the lake, he is also the suspected “big bad” of this upcoming half of the ACOTAR series.

There’s a lot of balance of threes in this series. The three objects Made by the Cauldron; the Mask, Crown and Harp. Then there’s the three Archeon sisters, Nesta, Elain and Feyre. In a way, each of the girls can be matched with one of the ancient siblings, and maybe even the Made objects, as each of these girls are also Made.

Feyre could be Koschei, the strongest of the siblings, trapped by the fae as she was in the very beginning of the series. Feyre was trapped by her life in many ways, but in a way essential to her transition into who she is today, she was trapped in the house by Tamlin, trapped Under the Mountain by Amaranthe, etc. Feyre is the crown, for very obvious reasons, like her being High Lady, but also her being the head of her household. She may be the youngest, but Feyre has been the head of her household since she was 11 and she had to save her family from starvation.

Nesta could be the Weaver, the one who literally devours the people who get close to her, which was part of Nesta internal struggle. The one who had a great portion of her power taken from her— the Weaver from the ancient fae, and Nesta’s was given back to the Cauldron— and stuck somewhere she didn’t choose. She is the mask. She’s put up more of a front to hide her feelings than either of her siblings.

And Elaine, the Bone Carver, who is the Seer— like Elaine— who is not as noticed or out in the world as their siblings are. The one who seems hidden, quiet. But the one who always knows more than what other people think they know. She is the harp. The otherwise beautiful instrument, the most beautiful of the sisters. Even her personality is softer, more appealing to others than anyone else, and yet, she is capable of incredible things. People underestimate the instrument of the harp.

Now, both the twins are “dead” thanks to the war in which Rhys and Feyre made bargains for their assistance against the King of Hybern. They were taken out by the Cauldron (if my memory serves). HOWEVER, Koschei, the oldest, is said to be deathless, but considering he and his siblings were here before the invention of the Cauldron, it’s possible they are susceptible to this new power, as the twins were. I wonder if, with all the objects of death could be wielded by one of each of the sisters, could they in a way combine their power with the power from the cauldron to kill Koschei. Especially considering the idea that the Made objects of the Cauldron are objects of death basically.

Secondary, theory that can either be separate from the first or part of it, but it was said that the three ancient being came from another world a long time ago, potentially a world much like Bryce’s. What if Bryce inadvertently brings with her some vital piece of information or something that ends up being of use to the Court of Dreams when Koschei comes along.

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[nightcourtreader]

I think that the anti feysand-ness of gwynriels and pro feysand-ness of e/riels comes just that gwyn is nestas friend and a lot of them dislike nesta.

But i really don’t see that as an excuse for them to constantly bash her the way they do

I can see that.

Quite honestly, I don’t see why people like to drag Feyre and nesta or constantly put them against each other, when from what I’m reading. Feyre and nesta have an ok relationship. Feyre was defending nesta in HOFAS. Just because you don’t like one character doesn’t mean you shouldn’t like a character that’s associated with that character. That’s not a valid reason.

I do think it’s ok to critique both nesta and Feyre’s actions tho. Like some of their actions are warranted of criticism. Nothing wrong with it.

But honestly, the war between these two fans is going to be never ending at this point and I’m over it. If you don’t like one, you don’t like one, cool. Just make your content of the girly you do really like. 🥴

#feyre archeon #nesta archeron #pro feyre #pro nesta

[historiaxvanserra]

I just say another anon about the reader in your eris story being an archeon sister and i was just wondering what the relevance was? does she have to be one of the sisters? could you not just change it?

The reader in These Violent Delights doesn't have to be one of the sisters but in my mind when I was living vicariously through my maladaptive days dreams of this story she was one of the sisters and so I wrote it that way not really thinking that it might not be inclusive for everyone.

I used the motif of water a lot with that reader to describe her power and her anger which is an important part of her character is that she is deeply angry with the world but also wants to belong with someone so she bends to the will of others, gives parts of herself to help the people she cares about. I thought water was a nice compliment to Eris' fire and additionally she completes the Archeron sisters; Feyre is air, Elain is earth, Nesta is fire and the reader is obviously water.

If it's something people want me to change I could and would, quite happily too, but it just happened to be that originally I wrote her as one of the sisters but by no means I am trying to exclude another at all but I understand why readers might feel let down by the fact that she is related to feyre, elain and nesta in the story.

Hope this helps, anon :)

[taskignored]

Archeon dynamic and the culture of the Humans

This is just a continuation of this post. Just some ideas I had to tweak the acotar world, at least on the human side of things.

So in canon the humans are matriarchal, they have queens. But this lil detail literally does nothing for canon, the only thing that is relevant to this detail is the queens who basically just show up, disagree, betray their kind, and are never really shown again (in any meaningful way iirc, it's been a hot minute since I read). Not to mention everything else is extremly patriarchal. First, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think in the real world a matriarchal society would be more socialist. So that means a Kingdom Queendom is iffy. But this is fantasy and i reserve the right to have badass queens decked out in heavy armor roaring commands at their bloodthirsty warriors.

So instead a way this matriarchal culture can be emphasized is to first change the Archeon dynamic.

This means that mama Archeon would have been the bread winner and her husband could be some eccentric trophy husband who likes to build things (inventor if you will) and woodwork. A man who occasionally invites other fellow carpenters over to build and talk. And when he's not doing that he's talking to other wealthy men and trying to introduce their handsome sons to his very talented daughters. Nesta is still the apple of mama Archeon's eye, but instead of trying to catch a husband, she's being raised to inherent and manage the ridiculous wealth and estate of the Archeon family. Elain is a woman who is very popular and basically the socialite of the family, she sets up community gardens and was working to get a degree to show the youth how important the natural world is. Feyre was a professional child athlete, mostly in archery (surprise). As she got older she dabbled in a bit of competitive shooting with guns and had the hobby of painting, something she really enjoyed. All three daughters are very educated and older, so no illiterate baby Feyre venturing into the freezing cold (plus Feyre was/is a badass markswoman pro).

The Archeons are still a family that owns a very successful company that sells general supplies to woodsmen, only to fall on hard times when Mama Archeon makes a mistake and ends up going bankrupt. Alas, it was their lavish lifestyle that damned them, hate to see it. Anyway, Mama Archeon still gets sick after they lose the majority of their fortune leading them to lose the rest trying to treat her. They all still end up in a small, cramped house with three rooms total. Mama Archeon dies, but not before telling her children to look after eachother and to take care of their father. So now they are broke and trying to survive.

Nesta is the Head of the House being the eldest daughter. She still has connections though, so for now she works for her dear friend Clare Beddor. Elain works in a plant nursery and is a private tutor, she also still has friends and connections that don't evaporate into the aether after she and her family have fallen from grace. Feyre enters competitions to earn some money and teaches marksmanship to people who are willing to pay. The only time she hunts to survive is in the winter when times get tough. Their dad takes care of the house and occasionally takes commissions to build gizmos or fashion wood carvings for people. All of them are trying to save up to buy a new home that's a bit larger than what they are stuck in right now, no one is a slouch.

Okay, that's the Archeon situation. Now for the real stuff, which is human culture.

The humans in this au are very martial. War is almost all they know from centuries full of it.They place great importance on their warriors. Everyone is expected to know how to fight in some capacity, they should also know some of the basics of science since I think they'd be really reliant/proud of it.

Humans aren't stupid (in this instance), so I think they'd know why they have such an edge on the fairies. This would lead to them venerating iron, steel, science, and blood. And this brings up something that's really interesting, in my opinion at least. And that's culture, it shifts and changes as societies age, it's kind of it's own organism. So with that thought process, I figured that as the centuries churned past and the war dragged on, the humans changed from an enlightened race that was trying to protect their world from these aliens into these grim soldiers who almost always assume that war will always be there, waiting. They changed from a society that was focused on technology, the advancement of their race, and prosperity into one that is focused on churning out the next great general. The next innovator that'll make something to put those filthy abominations down when one crosses the wall, or when the war resumes in earnest. Since, to them, the war never really stopped, did it? They'd be surrounded by reminders in the form of their fortresses and war machines.

So how does one reflect that attitude in a society? The first idea that comes to mind is religion. They'd have churches built to the things they live with constantly, they'd have gods for these sorts of things. So there would be a god of blood, science, innovation, and war. All of these concepts have a great role in their lives which would lead to these gods being the four "major" ones, with the old ones being "forgotten" and "dead." An idea I had for this was, since they were a society that wanted prosperity for themselves in ages long past, they could see the gods of these venerated concepts as dead because the fairies killed them. These deities stopped having such a role in the publics' lives that they just kind of fell to the way side, there but gone. The priests and politicians would use the idea of these much beloved gods being dead as a way to stir the pot and rouse anger.

-The god of blood could have massive churches where they occasionally sacrifice an animal on this god's holy day or smthin. I'm just thinking of the massive cathedral in blood borne when I think of this. Basically blood is a big deal, it's the gift from the gods to protect the creatures and people of the old world from the fairy incursion. And no red blood should be spilt without a good reason. Good reasons include melting fairies and/or venerating this god via sacrifice (kinda brutal).

-The god of science could basically be the one who lobbies against magic. They teach people to learn as much as they can about the natural world, and anything magical is an insult to this god.

-The god of innovation would probably be the one to encourage experiments. If the god of science is a teacher, this one is the one applying those teachings. Think of their priests as that one chemistry teacher who seemed a little too excited to set something on fire. Unhinged scientist.

-And then the god of war. This one would mostly be associated with iron and steel, I think. Protect each other and the world. The battle priests' motto is "All's fair in war." And they take that literally, biting, scratching, kicking, it's all fair game to them. In war, I feel I should stress that.

Another way to express that attitude is to make hunters a thing. Hunters being humans who go out to cull any fairies that cross the wall. These people would be very respected, and recognized by the government as an official group/organization. They would probably venerate the god of blood and maybe an old god of the hunt.

The matriarchal angle could also be further emphasized by giving the slice of human territory that is on the island a baroness. The queens aren't going to bother with a tiny territory, they'd give it to someone else let's be fr. The territory could actually be called something. Idk what. The Halting Steps Barony since that was where Jurian made his final stand and the war halted? If someone has an idea for it pls tell me.

I'm half asleep rn so this might be edited later, just wanna post this real quick

#acotar au #anti sjm #Iron Blood

[born-to-riot]

Rancor and Risotto Dinner Outfits: The Women

Since we’re finally seeing everyone in chapter 3 and chapter 4 of my fic Rancor and Risotto, I thought I’d show y’all my Dinner outfit inspo for everyone!! Of course nothing will be as perfect as it is in my head but I will still try to show you the vision. Idk I thought it might be fun. Also I will make a separate post for the males here and here so look at that if you are interested!

Nesta

I want Nesta in a dress like this except for more Navy and she will have suitable jewelry to make it more formal. Nesta will look wonderful alright.

Morrigan

(Not my art, all credits to artist- found this on Google images) but yes this is literally the exact dress in my head for our resident fashion goddess Mor. (Keep in mind Eris may be bitter about it but she looks amazing)

Feyre

You cannot tell me this silhouette does not scream Feyre Archeon. And the fact that her breasts are easy access is even better lol. For Rhys I guess....

Amren

I know we usually only see Amren in the typical Night Court style harem pants and the top that goes to her midriff, but I think she’d love the opportunity to show off some of her hoard hehe. Also slip dresses look good on petite girls and especially girls with a small bust so I think Amren would like it idk.

Elain

I actually had a hard time coming up with Elain's outfit in my head, mostly because of this beautiful fan art that kinda was ruining my vision of her. But I think she would wear this in a color that compliment's Lucien's suit. Maybe more pale pink or a dusty yellow? Idk but her outfit is most definitely corresponding to Lucien’s. She doesn't really care about the Night Court colors or her technical residency there IMO

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[duvetdaybooks]

Why Elaine and Azriel could have a child in the future!

It has to do with getting help from the Mother! The Mother is mentioned a lot in a court of silver flames alone. By name the Mother is mentioned 29 times (I have the ebook so could check this). And alluded to another few times as a presence that Nesta can feel. Now we know Nesta changed Feyres anatomy as well as her own so that they could give birth safely to winged babies. Well I think that if Elaine wants to have children with Azriel at some stage she can ask the mother herself or get Nesta to ask to change her anatomy.

Firstly to deal with the argument of why did Nesta not just ask for Elaine to be changed too it’s very simple Elaine has already been changed without her permission when she got thrown into the cauldron and Nesta would not want her to be changed without her permission again. It’s one thing to change Feyre who Nesta knows wants children and was on her death bed and will likely have more in the future with her mate. Elaine doesn’t exactly get along with her mate who doesn’t have wings anyway.

I think Nesta will be the one to help Elaine to ask the Mother for help and here is why:

It would bring Nesta and Elaine back together in a more solid way. They were always close and Nestas depression put a strain on that relationship this would help them to form a close bond again. Elaine has forgiven her at the end of acosf but this would be a nice way to become closer.

Nesta helped Feyre change why not help Elaine too. We know she can.

She is very supportive of the relationship between Azriel and Elaine so I know she would only be too willing to help them.

She has a special bond with the Mother.

Nesta still has some of her powers

As well as…

At the end of acosf Nesta can still feel that presence with her

We also got some foreshadowing at the end of acosf. When the sisters take Nyx to their fathers grave Feyre is holding the baby as they walk down the hill to give Nesta some alone time at the grave. When Nesta returns to her sisters Elaine is now holding baby Nyx. The fact that she is holding the baby might be foreshadowing for Elaine and her story involving her own pregnancy. The end of books are meant to set up future ones. But who knows!

One argument I have seen against an Elriel baby is that when Cassian and Azriel are talking about Feyre and Rhysand and the baby due that Azriel doesn’t say he wants to have children. Cassian actually asks thinking that Azriel is still pinning after Mor and mentions it as in Azriel and Mor having a baby together but we all know that isn’t going to happen. I read this scene as Azriel longing for one his response isn’t even an answer it’s just a way of deflecting. So I think he longs for one secretly.

Another thing about Gwen and her pliant bones is that I think it was included to explain how Gwen was so good at the balance excercises and caught up to Nesta who had been training for a while before Gwen joined her. Even Gwen says who cares about that! I never read it as Gwen could have a winged child. But everyone is entitled to their own opinion so I don’t mean to come across as dismissing any Gwynriel theories. I’ve no hate for Gwynriel fans I’m a ship who you wanna ship kinda person lol

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