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[sserrafeim]

Don’t you guys just love Gwyn?? 💕💕💕💕💕💕 her red hair that shines like molten metal 💖💖💖💖💖💖 her pretty teal eyes🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 her amazing singing voice 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 how she glows when she’s happy/confident ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️how sweet and kind she is 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 her charming irreverence 💙💙💙💙💙💙 how brave she is 😩😩😩😩😩😩 how she was the first Valkyrie reborn 💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝

[elainsgirl]

I knew I wanted elain and azriel the moment he gave her truthteller. so despite all the theories and stuff, im sticking with this ship until the next book. people can call me delusional but im just going off on what I read and feel.

Hey anon 🫶

That scene was quite monumental, wasn’t it?

Azriel giving Elain his TT, a dagger he has lent to no one else. Elain choosing to accept it and its with this dagger that always strikes true, Elain stepped out of the shadows and stabbed the king ultimately saving her sister, her sisters mate and turning the tide of the war in their favour. Sweet little Elain, who would have thought?

It was one of the scenes where everything stops and you’re just focused on whats happening, really locked in. This scene made me see where Elriel was going and exactly what Mass was imagining. Especially when you now think about Hofas and the prison plot -> the TT scene is symbolic of the future Elain and Azriel will accomplish together. And I’m not even sorry to break it to the antis but no author would ever put in such a huge significant, may I add Romantically inclined scene, between two characters who aren’t endgame. By this point - she had an idea for the spin-offs AND the fact Az giving TT to Elain specifically was brought up in acofas - the bridge between the og series and new books as well as THE book that sets up the main foreshadowing for the future novelS, says a lot.

That scene should’ve been written for Az and his final Li to make it so impactful, if his Li was Gwyn - Mass would have written the scene between them. But she didn’t. Why?

🗣️ ELRIEL IS ENDGAME 🗣️

I cannot believe this fandom has gotten so misguided that people call others delusional for literally reading the books instead of jumping onto whatever is the most popular ship. You are no where near delusional for picking up the clues the author intentionally wrote. Its there for a reason and its not to fill up a word count.

[surielstea]

Hey, do you also write for ModernAz? ❤️

I do!! Here’s some headcanons because I was bored and couldn’t stop thinking about him 💙🙊

Modern!Azriel HC’s

Works in a tattoo/piercing shop

Always wipes your tears and talks you through it, definitely says things like: “You’re doing so well for me.” OR “That’s it, stay still okay?”

Let’s you grip his bicep while he’s tattooing you because of the pain, but secretly knows you just like touching his arms

Definitely drives a motorcycle.

Sometimes he walks around with the helmet on just because he knows you love it

But you’re not opposed to when he takes it off and his hair is all messed up and sweaty

He loves horror movies.

Especially when he gets to watch them with you, and you cuddle into his side with one eye open barely watching the screen

Loves when you jolt at a jumpscare and burrow yourself into him while he just laughs, his large arms wrapping around you in protection

When you can’t find sleep that night because of the movie still haunting you he stays up with you and talks until eventually you’re falling asleep to the sound of his voice

An obvious one, he loves to read

Usually historical fiction or sci-fi but occasionally he’ll read a book you read since you won’t shut up about it, typically romance

Before bed the two of you will read your two separate books cuddling with each other

Azriel is a nerd.

As in, this man majored in chemical engineering.

The two of you met because he was your tutor in college, once the relationship was established he gave you a kiss for every question you got right and gave you a lot more than just a kiss if you did well on a test

[alicentsaegon]

In light of Pride Month i just want to point out that SJM is such a bad writer and her rep is so poorly handled that people still think that Morrigan is bisexual

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

from the moment you leave i can’t help but miss you

elriel month prompt one: shy glances & restricted touches

Light angst, slightly NSFW.

Meet me in the second-floor library.

That was all he had said.

Months. It had been months since Azriel had stepped foot in this house whilst Elain was present and the first thing she heard from him were those seven words.

She shouldn’t have been so surprised he had shown up for this, of course he’d be here today. It was Nyx’s first birthday after all; he would have never not come. 

He had become so proficient at providing excuses for missing family dinners that she had expected more of the same. He was off on a mission, he was needed in the Hewn City, he was overseeing training in the Illyrian Steppes. It was always something.

But today he had shown up, wearing a fine fitting black shirt and perfectly tailored pants that had Elain’s stomach twisting in knots with the way it showed off his truly magnificent physique. His cobalt siphons still sat atop his lovely hands, his tanned forearms catching Elain’s attention when she noticed he’d rolled up his sleeves, but otherwise he was the picture of effortless ease, strolling into the garden party where the rest of their family and closest friends assembled to celebrate the young heir.

All afternoon she had tried to avoid his attention, feeling a heat creep up her cheeks each time she thought of him. But every time she glanced in his direction, she found him already staring, quickly averting his eyes before having them flit back to her. As if he couldn’t help his gaze from drifting toward her.

His attention felt like a hot brand on her back, Elain remaining distractedly aware that his piercing hazel eyes were following her about the garden as she swapped out empty platters of food and chatted merrily to Feyre and Rhys’ guests.

She’d worn a strappy, lavender silk dress for the occasion, the colour an homage to the blooming spring around them as well as a compliment to her nephews sparkling eyes. But had she known he would be attending she’d have chosen something less… revealing. Not that her dress was revealing per se, but the way the Shadowsingers’ gaze followed her as she flitted about the garden had Elain’s skin feeling flushed, and she desperately hoped the blush creeping up her cheeks wasn’t mirrored elsewhere on her exposed skin.

Forcing those illicit thoughts from her mind, Elain feigned a pleasant smile, plastering that tepid expression on her face until she grew distracted enough to forget her anxieties and it became sincere.

She had been engrossed in conversation with Helion, his amber eyes gleaming in the late afternoon sun, when she’d felt the soft touch of a familiar shadow. 

Meet me in the second-floor library.

Gone before it was noticed, the message had been whispered in her ear, the silken threads of its darkness caressing her smooth skin like a lover. The lone shadow had twined about her neck, lingering at the shell of her pointed ear before flitting back to its master unseen. 

The second-floor library was seldom used, and Azriel knew that. It housed a few stacks of ancient books, a mahogany desk and a few plush armchairs scattered throughout, but Inner Circle meetings were usually held in Rhys' study on the first floor. He mustn’t have been summoning her for official business then. Elain gulped, attempting to tamper the heat that was rising within her.

All it had taken were those seven words, and here she remained, contemplating the decision between ignoring the whispered message, or succumbing to his forbidden request.

Deeming it improper to drop her hostess duties at his every whim, she ignored his message and continued her conversation with Helion, overzealously requesting additional details about the formal gardens surrounding the grand libraries his court boasted. No matter how much she wanted to run back into the house and meet him. Distraction was key, but that heat never abated.

After a while, she couldn’t help but be enthralled by Helion’s charismatic demeanour and easy-going nature, so at odds with the intimidating High Lord he portrayed to those outside of his closest circle. Elain found herself thoroughly enjoying his company. 

But it wasn’t long before a second shadow had come slinking along, winding itself around the silky strands of the hair, laving at her the skin behind her ear.

Please, Elain.

The shadow-carried message was more desperate and pleading this time, accompanied with a lingering caress from that tendril of darkness on the delicate skin of her throat. 

She hadn’t noticed Azriel make his way over to them through the small crowd, nonchalantly edging his way closer to no doubt listen in on why she was so enraptured in conversation with a dashing High Lord. Was that a hint of jealousy glinting in his hazel eyes?

Azriel’s gaze locked on hers for the briefest of moments before he brushed passed her, a solitary scarred finger stretched toward hers as he did. Their fingertips found each others in the folds of her dress, the swaths of smooth silk ensuring no one caught sight of the small, intimate interaction.

Her breath caught in her throat at the brief touch, his warm skin igniting hers in a way no other male had ever managed to do. His touch sparked a rush beneath her skin and Elain prayed that none of the astute fae ears around them heard her thundering heart.

Her concentration had finally slipped from the attention of the High Lord of Day; surely Azriel’s intention with the subtle caress. But try as she might, she could no longer ignore the Shadowsingers’ request. He had accomplished his mission.

Cad.

Awaiting an appropriate break in the conversation, Elain politely excused herself and made her way toward the River manor, picking up a few empty platters on her way inside. 

On silent feet, she casually meandered her way through the manor, consciously shifting her expression to simply appear absent-minded to any unwanted eyes that may be following her movements throughout the halls.

Climbing the grand staircase, she strolled up to the second-floor library where she was instructed to go, and as soon as she had clicked the heavy mahogany door closed behind her, the Spymaster materialised from a swarm of shadows milling about between two stacks of old books.

Elain’s breath caught in her chest. It was always prone to doing so when he was nearby. He was devastating.

He stood before her, broad-shouldered and solemn faced, pausing as his eyes once again raked over her, taking in every inch of her from head to toe. She burned under his heavy gaze.

With sure, fluid movements, it took him all but three long strides before he was standing before her, his imposing frame crowding her senses, leaving just a hairsbreadth of space between their yearning bodies.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be here today.”

Azriel didn’t answer straight away, he merely shifted closer still, his hand coming to rest on her waist, its warm weight heating her skin. 

Craning his neck down toward her, Azriel gingerly rest his forehead against hers, breathing in her honey and jasmine scent, and his eyes fluttered closed. Finally content.

He stood motionless for several moments, the only movement was his chest rising and falling as he slowly took lungfuls of her in, as if he needed her very essence to carry away the time they had spent apart before he could continue any further.

Opening his eyes but making no movements to pull away, he responded.

“I would never have missed it. Besides Rhys and Feyre would never forgive me if I did.”

“I just thought, with the way it’s been lately—”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” he murmured softly.

She didn’t blame him, the growing tension between the Shadowsinger and High Lord had been palpable lately.

To prove his point, he brought his other hand up to twine into her hair, his fingers grazing the delicate skin of her neck on its way. It sent a shiver up her spine that didn’t go unnoticed by Azriel, his eyes smouldering at her reaction.

Elain sighed into his chest, turning pliant in his arms as Azriel brought his lips to her throat, skimming her smooth alabaster skin with his nose as the fingers at her waist gripped her tighter.

A searing heat scorched its way up Elain’s insides, her veins thrumming with hedonistic desire, the sudden need to feel more of him engulfing her senses.

Elain had thought she had known the intoxicating feeling of passion when she was human, but in her fae body, the concept took on an entirely different meaning. Those fae instincts were sometimes all consuming, screaming at her to take, and feel, and want.

She dragged her hands up into his dark hair, scraping her nails across his scalp as his lips continued to lightly graze the skin of her neck, feeling his body shudder against hers at the sensation. 

He was barely touching her, barely allowing those lips to flutter across her flesh, and yet Elain burned. She burned with a desire so ferocious she feared one day it would consume her wholly.

She whimpered, and in answer Azriel finally allowed let his mouth to lave at her pulse, tasting the skin there, letting the steady thrum of her heartbeat set the pace of his actions. 

His tongue darted out from between his full lips, suckling at her flesh and he moaned, moaned at the taste of her. He was so proficient at leaving her needy and pliant, that all she could do in that moment was angle her jaw, giving him more, silently urging him to take it all.

Wrapping her arms tight around his neck she pulled his chest against hers, fusing her softness with his hard lines, revelling in the feeling of every inch of her flushed skin being pressed against his.

The only barrier between them now was the clothing that hung off their forms, serving as a feeble obstacle to the kindled flames that roared within them, begging to twine and dance together. 

His mouth didn’t leave the curve of her neck, continuing its march up her throat to lick at the delicate skin behind her ear, sucking her lobe into his mouth before releasing it from between his teeth. She bit her lip at his ministrations, stifling another whimper.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that they had to be apart. The periods he was away proved to be utter agony for the both of them. The endless longing only growing unbearable in his absence. It never dissipated, never wavered. And every time he’d return, they were only granted these fleeting, secret moments when it was assured they wouldn’t be found. This had been their most daring meeting yet with a garden full of fae just one level below. But in this moment they found it near impossible to care, both clearly desperate for each other after weeks apart.

They were not granted the privilege of being able to share their feelings in public, did not have the honour of being openly intimate whenever they pleased. They had been forced into shadowed corners and midnight affairs, the gentle grazes of skin as they passed each other by and weighted glances they traded across the room serving as small appetisers before they could be sated once again. Until they found themselves in each other’s embrace once more.

Clutching her firmly into his hard chest, Azriel’s broad hand paused on the small of her back, his nimble fingers inching their way down the smooth silk of her dress toward her behind.

Elain arched into him, silently urging his hands to move, touch, take. She fisted a handful of his hair in her fingers causing him to reluctantly tear his lips from her neck.

He pinned her with his heavy gaze, hazel eyes swirling with a hungry passion she had only ever witnessed when thrust upon her. A warm hum tingled low in her belly.

Nuzzling her nose to his, his cedar and mist scent turned headier, the air surrounding them becoming intoxicated with the fragrance of their mingled arousal.

“Azriel.” His name passed through her lips on a desperate, wanton breath.

She needn’t say anything else. From that single, uttered word, Azriel was able to discern her every desire. He knew. He tasted her need in the air between them, he sensed her arousal wafting around them like a bewitching mist. He understood her every gasp and twitch and whimper, as he too felt it deep within his soul.

His hot breath fanned across her face, his eyes flitting between hers before he gripped her plump behind in both of his palms and squeezed.

His rough hands groped her delicious curves, fingertips pressing into the plush flesh of her ass before they slid up her body, up her back and across her waist, marvelling in the feeling of the soft contours of her figure. 

Finally capturing her lips with his, Azriel held nothing back as he kissed her. His mouth was hot and bruising, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips before it stroked its way further along her jaw and back again. He groaned into her mouth, relishing in her sweet taste and softness, his hands remaining busy as they roamed across her body; grasping at her hips, her thighs.

Dragging his broad hands up around the sides of her waist, Azriel traced a thumb along the side of her breast through the thin material of her dress, and she couldn’t help but throw her head back at the inferno it ignited, breaking their kiss with a heavy pant.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering open and finding Azriel’s beautiful face, his eyes shimmering with want and lips swollen from their ministrations.

She wanted to kiss him for an eternity. Even longer. She’d give Azriel everything, and she knew he’d give her everything and more in return. 

She wanted to give him all of her and have every little piece of him for herself. And she knew once she did, once they traded those final pieces of themselves, she would never be the same again. She would be irrevocably changed, Azriel branding himself forever on her very soul, a scar she would never want to see fade.

But as she continued staring up into his magnificent face, the haze of their passion began to retreat, their minds clearing for just a moment, long enough for both of them to realise now was not the time…

They had already been gone for long enough and surely, they would have been missed. The spymaster was well aware of this, his shadows always watching, listening.

One day, they would be able to share more than a heated kiss in a quiet garden or an abandoned room. But for now, a small prince was waiting. And although it pained her to do so, they both needed to go. 

Clutching the lapels of his shirt, she dragged Azriel’s face down to hers once more, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. Elain allowed their tongues to tangle languidly, allowing one more taste of each other before they returned to their nephews’ party.

The regret in Azriel’s eyes never ceased to pain her. Every time they were forced apart, still needy and wanting, that look in his eyes was like a dagger to her heart. But he understood, he always understood.

His palm came up to cradle her cheek, his forehead once again resting against hers.

“I’ll find a way, Elain. I promise you.” It was barely a whisper, his voice rough with unanswered need.

His eyes shone with the hurt they both felt, and she knew it was reflected in her own. That after years of friendship, and months of these feelings of… something more, it pained her that they were only granted these fleeting, stolen moments.

“I know.” She reached up on her tiptoes and gave him one last, sweet kiss.

She didn’t doubt him for a second.

One day, they would be able to love each other openly as her sisters did their mates. One day, they wouldn’t be forced to pretend they were nothing more than friends. One day, their sleepless nights and agonised yearning would be nothing but a distant memory.

But for now, they’d remain in the shadows, those small touches and shy glances sustaining them until they could meet again.

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[itstwoamandimcursingyourname]

if u're a gwynriel shipper plz scroll and dni

Calling all elriels I have a question to ask. Why do you guys think az's shadows r so wary of gwyn ??

[theostrophywife]

can you give me fic recs for azriel

hello my darling! here are my all time favorite azriel fics:

when you hold me by @writingsbychlo

obviously it's chlo, so the writing is top tier. this fic is like a warm, comforting hug and I find myself re-reading it anytime I need cheering up.

coming home by @acourtofwhatthefuck

jas is a phenomenal writer and this series honestly tore my heart out and healed it all in one go.

daddy! az fics by @azsazz

can't express how much I adore the whole universe kierstin crafted for dad!az and his kids. it's literally so cute and fluffy and I love it.

there's so many more talented writers and amazing fics for az, but those are the ones that I constantly revisit.

[riorsonxaden]

Now look I've been an Elain's book is next truther since I finished Acosf. So what I'm about to say I still think this is what shes hinting at, but damn wouldn't it be hilarious if she's not hinting Elain and it's Tamlin. And Tamlin gets a redemption arc a la the Chaol special with Briar as the love interest. Then the next book is Elain and Lucien. If the novella still happens it's Azriel.

I would laugh so hard. Shows this toxic fandom that she really gives zero fucks about your ship war.

[gwyns]

“he gives off such pathetic wet cat vibes” he really does though 💀😂 it’s kinda cute but sad at the same time

he's the most pathetic, sad, wet cat man who just wants to be loved, dominated and called a good boy :(

[roserotten]

new year's kiss / for az

Send me 🫦 to have a New year's kiss at midnight.

tattooed fingers tap against the steering wheel of his all black rolls royce, irritation swirling his mind and body. late. he was so fucking late to the party @doesoftwill never forgive him, it was after all their first ever new years together after becoming wed— finally getting along. it was a rocky start, her pretty brown orbs stared daggers at him for months. ( it wasn't his fault, not entirely. ) azriel throws another text message to her, forever apologizing. his foot hit's the gas a little harder, running multiple red lights. call him crazy, azriel will there for her, he can't stomach letting her down. the curly haired male ignores all the stares he gets for his shit parking, taking the stairs three at a time, checking his watch he had five minutes. when he finally arrives to the party, he's practically pushing people away from him in those that wish to greet him with goal in mind. elena. his sweet elena, who was leaning against the counter laughing with a friend. two large hands reach for her cheeks, "i'm sorry i'm late." he whispers to her first before he pulls her into a heated searing kiss.

[litnerdwrites]

Day 1

Let’s rid of the evils first and save the merrier ones for the end.

Who is worse?

Azriel: Confessed his love to a woman beaten and battered, and abandoned in enemy lands by her father

Cassian: Slept with a woman his brother loved in order to hurt the said brother

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @achaotichuman @fenrysmoonbeamswife @gwandas @positivelyruined @hrizantemy

[Your headcanon is truly beautiful and you made my day better. Thank you! I hope this game brings you as much joy.]

First off, thank you! I do love that headcannon. And the game is already bringing me joy. It's fun.

Second, I'd say Cassian is worse, not just in regards to this question, but in general. I still don't like Azriel, by any means, but I'd say Cassian is 1000 times worse in every way. (Note: this opinion is subject to change depending on whatever happens with Azriel's character later on. Who knows, maybe he will end up acting worse than Cassina).

When Mor told Feyre this story, she said that her reaction to Azriel's confession was to run off. This indicates that Mor had time to heal, physically, since her ordeal, so we can assume that Azriel waited until she was in good enough (I say enough because we can tell that it still affects her) condition before confessing his feelings. However, I will say that fae wounds can heal very fast, so it's possible that, with a solid timeframe to reference, I might feel differently about the timing of his confession, but until then, I haven't found anything that indicates a lack of care for Mor's wellbeing in relation to his own desires.

There's also the fact that Mor knew, to some extent, that Az had feelings for her, which is why she chose Cassian. An argument could be made that Azriel was aware of this reasoning, and confessed anyway, which was disrespecting Mor's boundaries, but again, there's nothing solid that would indicate this, as we haven't had Azriel's POV, aside from one bonus chapter, and that was in relation to Elain.

Cassian, however, is a different story. Cassian slept with Mor because he knew it would hurt Azriel. He put his insecurities and desires to get one up on... Well, at this point, I'd say anyone barring Rhysand, over his loyalty and relationship to his brother. He did this to hurt Az, first and foremost. Moreover, he never did anything to make amends.

Fae are immortal, and the IC have lived for 500+ years, and while it might be hard to put that into perspective, given how daunting forever really is, but Cassian's willingness to let Mor use him to push Az away for centuries without, at the very least, to our knowledge, talking to and apologising to Az for going out of his way to hurt him. That's not to say that Mor was obligated to Azriel in any way, just due to his feelings for her, no. She doesn't owe him anything, and doesn't need to apologise for Mor trying to initiate (cause I'm pretty sure Mor said she initiated) sex with him. However, Cassian does need to apologise for going behind his brother's back to use Mor's advances to hurt Az, knowing that he has feelings for her, and Mor, if I recall right, chose to sleep with Cassian because he didn't have feelings for her, or if he did, she couldn't tell.

There's also the political ramifications of this decision. I've mentioned before how it was a very stupid decision for Mor to make, given that she grew up as a noble, and was aware of how courtly politics worked. The main issues with her plan, as I see it, are as follows;

Where will she go after giving up her parents found out? Would Rhys hide her forever? What if his father found out and decided to toss her to the curb too? Would Rhys even be able to help her then?

What could've happened to Cassian, if someone found out he slept with Mor. Rhys' dad was scared that Rhys made an alliance with the most powerful Illyrians, so what if he used it as an opportunity to kill Cassian? What if Mor's father demanded Cassian be punished? Would Rhys' dad value Cassian over political relations with THC? War doesn't start over night, so by this point, surely he had some clue that the war was about to start, no?

If she was hell bent on this plan, why not chose to sleep with someone who wouldn't be immediately identified? People who are travelling, or about to leave town? A random person she's never met and will probably never meet again? Someone who would be largely safe from political ramifications because their scent wouldn't be recognised, and Mor could effectively plead ignorance. And even if he was identified, he couldn't be easily found.

Now, I know we're not talking about Mor, but the reason I bring this up, is because I believe Cassian should've figured at least some of this out. He was introduced to Mor as Rhys' cousin, and if not, then he at least knew that she was related to him in some capacity, meaning that she was probably a noble. I also believe that he should've had some idea about the value society puts on virginity, since it seems to be similar in concept to Illyria, and if not, then he spent time in the House of Wind before Rhys' mother died, as we learn in ACOSF, so surely he was educated to enough of a degree to put two and two together.

Also, I find it hard to believe Rhys would leave Mor there without at least explaining the fact that she was betrothed to Autumn, and if she was hurt in any capacity, there would be political ramifications. All of that to say, I don't think it's too far a stretch to think that Cassian had some idea of why Mor was in Windhaven. Meaning, that even if Cassian didn't know what they were, exactly, I'm sure he could've guessed that sleeping with her, whether she's a virgin or not, would've caused issues of some kind.

My final reason for deciding that Cassian is the worst goes back to his insecurities. I think Cassian felt so insecure about his bastard title, that he slept with Mor, in part to hurt Az, yes, but also, in part, because he needs her validation. I think this is also the reason Cassian is so obsessed with Rhysand that he can't even bother to try and see Nesta's perspective, or ask for her to explain if she has any criticisms of him. Instead, he shuts her down the second she says anything remotely negative.

I believe Cassian needs validation from them to fuel his ego, and counter his self loathing because having two nobles (rhys and mor) approve or acclaim him in any capacity is automatically proving his insecurities wrong.

It's why he's hell bent on breaking down Nesta too. So he can have the mate he's always wanted, without doing any of the mental or emotional work on himself to overcome his insecurities and toxic behaviour. It's very much a 'misery loves company' and so he tries to break her down and remake her so he gets a perfect mate that he can take credit for 'fixing' all because his insecurities made him feel intimidated.

So even if you put Azriel's feelings aside, his actions were out of his own self pity and jealousy. He was being inherently selfish so he could feed his insecurities, ego, and get one up on the brother that he supposedly loves, all because he was jealous. Because he didn't stop and think the entire situation through, not only did her hurt his brother, but he set off a chain reaction of events that lead to Mor's suffering, that could've been avoided if he, and she, took two minutes to examine the possible repercussions of their plan.

[fimproda]

hello your gwynriels look so good, I wanted to ask you if you have ever received hate for writing them or about ither ship (this or other fandom), lately I see less hate but maybe is because I live in a bubble so Im asking other blogs

Hello, thank youuu! ❤️

No, I've never received hate, in this fandom or another, just because I'd written about a ship some people didn't like. The only kind of hate I've ever had directed towards me has been because of my, how can I say this, unwilligness to let serious, repeated grammatical errors pass, but this was on the Italian scene, on Wattpad, and years ago.

I'm relatively new to the ACoTaR/SJM fandom and I'm not as involved and "out there" as some other creators are, so I guess that's why Elriels haven't targeted me yet. But I've still gotten my arsenal ready, should they ever want to sign their own death warrant.

Again, thank you so much for this ask! What did you like the most about my Gwynriels?

[elainsgirl]

wait... so people say bad stuff about azriel and still ships him with gwyn? make it make so much sense.

Hey anon 🫶

I understand why Elucien’s feel the need to turn Azriel into a superficial, incel white knight. One of the main characters of their ship - Elain - was ready to kiss Azriel whilst her mate was right up stairs, nail in the coffin? She didn’t hesitate. Thats not a good look for your ship. It literally disproves all the elucien arguements that Elain is attracted to Lucien/secretly wants him. So elucien’s trying their utmost best to make Az toxic - you can see why they’re so passionate about it. Their ship relies on elriels’ downfall & they see Azriel as the perfect one to catalyse it.

But when gwynriels chime in? It just becomes ridiculously funny, like. Why are you agreeing that Azriel only views women as objects yet still want to ship him with Gwyn? Its so contradictory.

And the thing is: Antis exaggerate Azriels flaws, they twist him to be such a disgusting character…only TO Elain. With gwyn? He’s going to “heal” - he’ll be the perfect gentleman - the type that prioritises his work over his mate being in danger. These flaws and issues only exist when he’s paired with Elain. Not Gwyn.

it comes down to misogyny in my humble opinion. They see Elain as soft and feminine- someone who wont be able to “handle” Az or put him in his place like Gwyn would as she’s potrayed to be more stereotypically stronger.

The real cherry on the cake is the fact Azriel isn’t even toxic. Is he flawed? Absolutely, as all LIs are,.

but toxic? Incel? F-boy? White knight?

absolutely not.

[surielstea]

Hey, I saw your post and have an idea for an azriel x reader. She and Azriel are friends, but everyone thinks there's more between them because they're always cuddling or giving each other a kiss on the cheek or forehead. They also sleep in the same bed together and at game nights Az always sits behind her and she leans against his upper body. They just seem like they're in a relationship. The two also like each other very much, but neither dares to make the first step because they are afraid of disrupting the friendship. and now the Inner Circle makes it its mission to bring the two together. But this goes very wrong and az and reader argue and don't talk to each other for a while.

This is the best request i’ve literally ever received I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS, THANK U ANON.

Will probably be out in a few days cuz I’m planning making this suppperrr long so buckle up 💙😭😭

Edit: posted here.

[ircnwrought]

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜ // @aigonakru (azriel) to aelin !!

__________△         THE     QUIET     THAT     SETTLES     BETWEEN     THEM     AT     HIS     QUESTION     IS     HEAVY.     turquoise   eyes   measure   the   unfamiliar   horizon   beyond     (     this   world   is   not   hers,     &&    she   knows   she   will   eventually   have   to   return   to   erilea     ...      she    fears    the    battle    will    already    be    determined    &&    fought    by    the    time    she    regains    her    strength    to    travel     )     this   has   been   her   life   for   years.      hiding    while    the    course    of    history    for    her    home    is    changed    &&    written    by    those    who    do    not    hold    terrasen    in    their    hearts    the    way    she    does.     it   is   her   greatest   sin,     her   greatest   regret.      she    is    not    kind    enough    to    herself    to    acknowledge    that    she    had    been    a    child    &&    had    needed    to    grow    up    too.     ❛    no,     you   don't.    ❜     her   voice   is   adament.     she    has    no    hesitation    in    her    answer.     for   how   could   she   ever   judge   him   for   his   past   actions   when   she   has   done   worse  ??     when   the   blood   of   her   people   stains   her   hands   at   her   own   abandonment  ??     (     he    does    not    revolt    her,     for    she    has    known    that    true    revulsion    in    herself     )     ❛    you   could   never.    ❜

[rosmoure]

❛ I need you to be a monster. Which is to say, I’m trying not to love you. ❜ To Az from Elain? @wickedpeachie

her words, elain's words... were they true? his chest tells him otherwise, how it pounds against his ribs hard. a breath escapes him, stopping in his tracks. "i can be your monster."