#Sarah J Maas

[bindinglove]

me when the sentries in acomaf ran shaking but lucien just told rhys he was dead and then left. feyre made a comment abt cassian being able to destroy lucien in 2 seconds but i literally cannot imagine that sorry, bro has no fear and all the audacity.

Still makes me laugh that Feyre was all shocked and impressed that Lucien didn’t back down from the Inner Circle when he grew up with Beron as a father; sir he is experienced. To him, Rhys is child’s play.

[elainweekofficial]

( D A Y O N E )

T R A V E L S

"You should come with me," Elain went on. "Nesta won't go, because she says she doesn't want to risk the sea crossing, but you and I .. Oh, we'd have fun, wouldn't we?

— A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

What better way to experience the land than to feel it beneath your feet? From all the way in book one, we have seen Elain curious about the rest of the world just outside of her doorstep. Whether on land or sea, her path forward is full of endless possibilities. What do you picture when you imagine Elain's travels around Prythian? Do you see her waltzing in a grand ballroom, beloved by the nobility of the Continent? Or perhaps witnessing the Aurora Borealis above the Winter Court? This is a prompt meant to highlight the different ways in which Elain could travel, or her adventures.

ART CREDIT — @majuandrad

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[svearehnn]

sunlight in burgundy pt.2 | azriel x reader

Summary: Azriel recommends you another book and in return you read with him in the library.

a/n: I didn't mean for it to be this much of a slow burn but here we are lol. Hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t long before you finished the book that Azriel’s shadows had found for you. Another venture outside your room had not happened–rather, you stayed in, afraid to come across someone else, someone new. Madja had made you privy to the knowledge that only three fae lived in the House of Wind, yet, your first adventure within the large castle had proved futile to your desire to stay hidden.

You huffed, turning over in your bed as you pulled the covers up until darkness encased your vision. You didn’t want to leave, but you were bored. There was nothing to do except stare at the dark blue walls and shut the curtains tight when the House opened them. You needed to go get another book or you would go insane. 

With a sigh, you took slow maneuvers out of your bed, shuffling into your slippers that were far more exquisite than anything you had ever owned before. You pulled a cream-colored sweater on over your head and a pair of leggings that held tight to your legs before you opened the door a crack with taut lungs. Your eyes flitted this way and that, ears straining for any presence of another, but you came up empty. With that comforting knowledge, you stepped out of your safe place and hid in the shadows when you could as you made your way back to the library.

The mahogany doors greeted you with the same menacing smile, causing a knot to form in your throat. You gulp it down and, with shaking hands, push the doors open. A crackling fire greets you rather than the chilled breeze, filling the room with a fond comfort. You take in the familiar walls of books, the floor to ceiling windows, and the luxurious furniture that held the same shadowed figure as last time. His hazel eyes were on you, a soft smile gracing his features, casting him in a heavenly glow that you were afraid you imagined. 

“Hello,” he greeted, reining in his shadows as they began to float toward you with intrigue. You took a step towards him, eyes downcast yet nervously meeting his every couple of seconds.

“Hi.” You answered, fingers twiddling with rings behind your back as you tried to keep your nerves under wraps.

“Did you come back for another book?” You nodded, another step forward as though your feet were acting without your brain’s permission.

“I enjoyed the one you gave me.” You muttered, voice softer than the crack and pop of wood beneath orange flames. Azriel’s smile widened at that, his shadows seeming to dance around him.

“I’m glad to hear that. Would you like another recommendation?” You met his eyes again with another nod, breath held as you finally took notice of the male through the veil of fear that rattled your bones. He was rather lovely with his tanned skin and sparkling eyes, the freckles adorning his nose and cheeks giving him a charming glean. His features were sharp and defined, lips falling in a natural pout with a defined cupid’s bow. Azriel was gorgeous, far more so than the other fae males that you had met.

“You still there?” You blinked and pulled yourself out of your thoughts and back into the present conversation. His lips were still stretched in that gentle smile, his thumb once again marking a page in his book. Heat bloomed in your cheeks as you nodded.

“Sorry,” you murmured sheepishly, glancing down and then back at him, sensing a tad bit of amusement coming from those gleaming eyes of his.

“I asked if you had any preferences.” Azriel stated, his voice a lulling purr that calmed your racing heart. 

“Um…” After a moment of contemplation, you shook your head, eyes wide and brows furrowed. “Sorry, I don’t know. I liked the last one.”

He chuckled and slowly stood, stretching his wings with a shake. “You have nothing to apologize for. I think I have one in mind for you.” A shadow flew to his ear before roaming down the shelves, multiple others trailing after it. He took a tentative step toward you and you didn’t back away even though your mind was screaming at you to run. Something in your chest was blooming–it was warm and bright and it wanted you to stay. So you would listen, for now. At least, until flight overcame the newfound strength that had begun to fill you.

“How has your stay in Velaris been so far?” He asked, a hand snaking through his dark locks and mussing them up even further. You let out a slow breath, eyes locked on his mesmerizing ones.

“It’s been alright. I haven’t left my room much.” Azriel nodded and took another miniscule step, one that you barely noticed.

“You should come have breakfast with Nesta, Cassian, and I tomorrow. I can promise you that they are both great fae. Nesta’s a bit sharp around the edges, but once you break down her walls she’s a rather good friend.” A hum buzzed from your lips, mind lost in thought as you weighed the pros and cons. His shadows came back then with a leather bound book in hand, their wisps darkening the hallway of shelves for a split second before reaching their master’s side. He was close enough now that his shadows washed over you, cooling your clammy skin as a few began to traipse along it. 

“Sorry about them,” Azriel muttered as he scratched the back of his neck, the tips of his ears turning a light shade of red. “They’re curious about you.” Shadows slithered up your legs and arms, the sensation similar to being submerged in water. You smiled softly as you admired them.

“It’s alright.” He took the book from his remaining shadows and handed it to you, his gloved fingers grazing yours for a split second before he dropped them down to his side. You ran your fingertips down the spine of the burgundy book, feeling the softness of the worn down leather as if the spine had been cracked a hundred times.

“Through the Wilderness,” Azriel blurted out, startling you for a moment. “The title. Through the Wilderness.”

“Oh.”

“It’s fiction about wolf pups surviving after their mother is shot and killed with an arrow. It’s quite good.” You nodded, lips pressed tight as you noticed a swirling in his eyes that resembled the darkness of his shadows. Pain of some sort, you could tell.

“Thank you.” His shadows floated back to him as he smiled, that look in his eyes gone with only two words. You clutched the book in your hands and held it to your chest, glancing to the doors behind you before focusing back on him, knowing your safety was beyond those doors. Yet, this male that you had met only once before was beginning to resemble those satin sheets and velvet curtains that you coveted so much.

“If you want to stay here and read, you are more than welcome to. I can step out so you’re comfortable.” It was as though he were talking to one of the frightened wolf pups in the book with his head bowed and his voice softened. Your eyes widened, taking in his words with a lick of anxiety.

“Oh, no, I don’t want to kick you out.” 

“I don’t mind–”

“What if we read together?” The words fell from your lips before you could stop them and you winced. You didn’t know where this was coming from. A week ago you were scared of this male, and now you were asking to read with him? You were starting to think you were losing your mind from locking yourself away in that room for so long.

“I would be happy to, as long as you’re okay with that.” You nodded hesitantly and swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat. Azriel smiled and took back over his assumed position on the couch. He opened his book without another word and began reading, his eyes roving over the words thoughtfully and swiftly. You observed him for a moment, noting his subtle movements like the way he flipped the pages with just his thumb, or the way he would gently blow that one lock of hair that kept slipping into his view. 

You closed your eyes and took a steadying breath before timidly advancing to the couch, taking a seat on the side farthest away from him. Azriel didn’t comment on it; he continued to read, his shadows looming over his shoulders as if they were studying the page too. A shaky sigh left your lips, and you pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and opening the book. There you immersed yourself in the book, surrounded by the fire crackling within the hearth, the winter sun hidden beneath light gray clouds, and the scent of mist and cedar.

[theegemini92]

And this is why ferret annoys me so much. The fact that she BLOCKS things from her mind. The lack of accountability and responsibility is lost to her and her dismissive behavior. She reminds me of a parent who says “OH THATS NOT WHAT HAPPENED” or “YOU ARE BEING DRAMATIC” because to her she refuses to acknowledge whatever happened. In the spring court she was in a daze for days… I bet there were times Tamlin would comfort her with her nightmares or do things to make her comfortable but she never noticed. Just like Nesta may have done things that she was too little to remember or understand and didn’t appreciate things. She REMEMBERS and SEES THINGS DIFFERENTLY… she knows she’s done wrong things but she emulates rhysie cup so much she refuses to see that she is not him, she’s not a high lady and everything she is is by a male who doesn’t have the best rep even among his people. Good people don’t hide in the shadows.

Omg that High Lord meeting was such a clusterfuck of bullshit. It’s the most annoying and hard part to read in the entire series. Thinking about this scene gives me a migraine. Everyone was so cringe.

Tamlin’s entry *SWOONS*

How very caring of Feyre. Wondering whether Lucien’s mom heard the lies she crafted. The audacity-

The way Feyre always “block” things out when truth is being spoken that causes her the tiniest inconvenience every single time. The sheer ignorance from this women is disgusting

Now this is what we call a HIGH LORD 🗣️🔝

Taken notes Rhysand. Why did Rhysand bring his entire family to the meeting? They made the meeting 10x worse.

[rizzoreads88]

“In der Clurb we all (Elriel)fam”🫶🏼

[azrielarcherondefenseattorney]

Me serving Gwynriels all of Azriel’s mating behavior towards Gwyn

Azriels mate behavior towards elain on the other hand…

[azriellls]

az x f!reader — writing #1

• summary: azriel can’t stand the torment of loving you and being unable to show it • pairing: az x fem! reader • warnings: none, just angst. food?

Cassian’s laugh, so rich and full, pulled you out of your reverie; spoon still in hand, your untouched porridge atop it long gone hard and cold. For the past ten minutes, you’d been trying and failing to get down the breakfast spread out in a buffet before you: bread and butter, seasonal fruits; all courtesy of Rhys’ stocked townhouse kitchen. But every time you tried to eat, the leaden weight in your stomach grew heavier. The absence of one particular male at the table was a tangible, physical thing.

But your surroundings snapped back to you then: the faces of all the people, bar one, that you loved the most in your war torn world. Feyre, to the right side of Rhys, had her hand lovingly placed atop his, but her eyes were flitting to you at short intervals with an increasing, almost motherly, concern.

You could tell within seconds that a private conversation flowed silently between the two of them. Knew it as surely as you knew it was about you. About what to do next, and how.

Indeed, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed as fully, as heartily, as Cass.

With a slight shake of your head as if to refocus, you spooned in your mouthful of oats. Chewed, swallowed. Did it again. Again. Again. Again.

Across from you, beside Cassian, this time Morrigan caught your attention. Out of everyone in your found family, you often felt she understood you best: that your trauma bond was one that ran so unspeakingly deep, between two females that had been broken and made themselves reborn.

Now, her eyes were tender, painfully so, as she sought out your own. Beneath the table, her shoe clad foot bumped yours, and you took the message as if her voice had spoken in your very own head. Come on.

It wasn’t chastising. Never would Mor, a sister to you in soul if not in blood, be chiding. Food was fuel, and they all knew it, too. Had fought enough battles, enough wars, to know it.

And the Cauldron only knew what they’d face today to make you regret not agreeing.

Still, Cassian and Amren continued their sniping back and forth across the table; what they’d been saying, you couldn’t have said, but the rumble of voices was a sure — albeit distant — comfort.

There was still most of the breakfast spread left, a veritable feast with no chance of going to waste when surrounded by such warriors.

Or, as you and Feyre liked to say, an excess of Illyrian babies.

You shut down the thought as you deliberately didn’t think about the one conspicuously absent.

As if it was a physical thing, you knew your sorrow bled out into the room; knew it was pretence that kept your friends laughing, and joking, and talking into that deep quiet.

As if on cue, Cassian and Amren’s bickering slowed, then died out altogether.

It wasn’t until that scent caught you in the gut that you realised quite why it had.

Azriel’s presence took all the air from the room, the townhouse, the world, as he took one step over the threshold. Around him, his shadows were an extension of himself: that inner darkness you knew lingered in him, that you loved dearer than your own self.

Of course, he’d known you’d be in here — those lithe whorls of living night never missed a trick, especially not when it came to you.

So it was a surprise, a shock hit to your gut, when Az’s broad frame filled the doorway, and he walked in, swift as though born on a wind, and made to the seat beside yours.

It had been a month — longer, even — than he’d been this close. Than he’d been within range of even speaking. At every chance, he wouldn’t deign to say a single word; would leave a room, no excuses needed when it was him, just because he knew you would soon enter it.

No one, as far as you knew, could discern exactly what had gone wrong between you —you certainly couldn’t. But you did know how they spoke about it in your absence, and it never sat well. Even though you knew it was for love of you both, it didn’t work to lessen the sting.

The proud, stubborn insult of it. Of being what they had to discuss.

The pains the others took to restart conversation almost brought you to tears, your heart been hammering against your ribs like a struck bird of prey trapped in its cage.

Between you and Azriel, tension thickened and wrought the air heavy with its taste. His shadows twined around his shoulders and you knew they whispered to him; could swear you sometimes felt them watch you — speak to you — as they did him.

One breath in, one out. With impossible focus, you looked anywhere but at the Shadowsinger, holding fast to the deep timbre of Rhys’ voice, and Feyre’s responding, light laugh.

The easiness between them, the intimacy that came so readily, so naturally —

You couldn’t help but turn your eyes to the male seated beside you, hoping for something, anything, some sign that he was there, just that he cared for a second —

All at once, the room changed. Azriel’s chair was pushed back with the ease and assurance of the warrior he’d always been. His tall frame seemed to fill the whole room as he stood from the table and crossed to the doorway.

He didn’t utter a word as he left, as his scent was carried on a phantom wind.

But you could’ve sworn you heard that whispering, heard it pull at something deep inside your core, deeper even than your heart as he walked from the room. From you.

Your family met your eyes, guilt and disappointment twin aches on their faces. No no no. You couldn’t stand their pity.

Even worse was the genuine sorrow not only for you, but for who they’d lost as well.

When was the last time the seven of you had eaten together, a full meal? When was the last time you’d laughed together like you used to, as a unit, as a family?

You couldn’t bear to keep count any longer.

•~•

Azriel hadn’t made it three steps out of the dining room before he could’ve fallen to his knees. He might have, were it not for him knowing that you all watched his back receding from view — he knew, even without his whispers, how acutely you all mourned his presence.

But what could he say, or do? Azriel had thought of going to Rhys, of telling him — confirming to him — what he suspected he likely already knew. That was, judging by the way he’d met his eyes just before you turned his way.

In that one look, every unspoken word between the two brothers had passed. It was a flat, unyielding look, tinged with a sympathy he couldn’t stand. Toeing the line between brother and High Lord wasn’t always easy, and it never was now. Not with this.

Not with you, his mate.

And when you’d turned your head, those wide searching eyes so damn trusting, so achingly hopeful as they sought out his own —

Your scent had lifted up from your hair with the movement, and that had been Azriel’s undoing.

He’d had to get out of that room before his heart caved in on itself. He’d had to get out, get out, and now that he was he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think around the ache in him —

Not even his shadows, in their swift stealth and silence, could quiet the voice in his mind; a child’s voice, his voice. Unloved unloved unloved.

Every day, every time — those words, and that same voice.

So if this was the price he had to pay then so be it. He would pay it, and be done. He knew exactly what he didn’t deserve.

Would never deserve.

Because if you found out the truth, if you knew for one second what you actually were to him —

He’d rather be the one to do the leaving than be left.

[aquara-siragon]

Thanks for the invite, I know you know who I voted for 😝

I don’t have anybody on here to tag so I’ll do some popular blogs I like and anyone who wants to can as well

@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @percabeth4life @i-am-a-fish

Five Favorite Characters Poll (Tag Game)

I was tagged by @fallintosanity today and I'm miraculously doing this in the same 24 hour period.

Rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Tagging (no pressure): @mayalaen @peachonified @threshie @leatafandom @amarriageoftrueminds (sorry if you've already done this)

[elainweekofficial]

( D A Y T W O )

H O B B I E S

“Elain met me halfway to the kitchen, bearing a tray of jam tarts toward the table in the dining room. Where an assortment of baked goods had already begun to take form, tiered cakes and iced cookies. Sugar-frosted buns and caramel-drizzled fruit pies. “Those look pretty,” I told her by way of greeting, nodding toward the heart-shaped cookies on her tray. All of it looked pretty.”

— A COURT OF FROST AND STARLIGHT

Elain is often depicted dedicating time to her hobbies and crafts, and we are able to see her work truly pay off. Whether she is baking tirelessly from dawn until dusk, or gardening out in the sunshine, everything she puts effort into turns out to be oh so beautiful. When you think of Elain’s love for her hobbies, do you picture her on a sunny day at the townhouse, pruning roses? Or perhaps with a flour-dusted apron, baking bread for her family? Show us what you picture when you think of Elain enjoying her hobbies.

ART CREDIT — @jennastokesart

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[litteraslegit]

I didn’t like the bit where Nesta was given the House of Wind. I understand she Made the house and it’s practically hers to control but who wants to live in a house where you don’t have the freedom to leave whenever you like. In a way it’s keeping you in control and taking away a sense of independency. I don’t want Nesta living in a house thanks to Rhysand in a city where she prolly doesn’t want to be and has no choice but to stay. Knowing that she was forced to live in that very house.

[rizzoreads88]

Spotify out here being Elriels💅🏻♥️

[litteraslegit]

Not to forget when Elain was the one depressed in ACOWAR Nesta looked after her, worried about her 24/7 ,tried to talk to her. But when Nesta was the one depressed Elaine was the most inconsiderate person and their scene from ACOSF was jaw dropping for me. Nothing can change the way I feel about Elain.

no one will change my mind, I hate Elain.

Reason 1, she is treated like a infant by the inner circle and thrives off of it.

Reason 2, She and Feyra watched as Nesta went into a deep and dark depression but when Feyra and her went into them Nesta was the first to defend them and take care of them.

Reason 3, she berated Nesta until Nesta fought back verbally and then acted the victim and bad-mouthed her to the inner circle not giving Nesta a chance to say her side of the story even though Nesta wouldn't bad mouth Elain.

Reason 4, she isn't interesting! the only thing that was going for her was her sear abilities but nope she gave up training on that and now can't even do it anymore.

I know my blog is mostly HotD but this is my blog and I'm gonna make commentary as I see fit instead of feeling guilty and deleting the post. so YAY TO CHARACTER GROWTH

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Nessian One Shot: Leather Jacket

You call me up from a pay phone I said, "Hang tight, I can drive you home" I pulled on up and with a Southern accent I offered you my Dad's leather jacket

(Song Fic for the Arkell's Leather Jacket.)

Teaser:

“Hello?” His voice was scratchy, deep and confused in the way it often was if she came to bed late and tried to speak to him while he was half asleep.

“Hey,” she said hesitantly. “It’s me.”

Silence. A soft whispering of sheets as she pictured him sitting properly up in bed. Navy blue bamboo silk would drop down to his waist, covering his –

“Did you get a new number?” There was an accusation in the question.The without telling me, implied.

Nesta swallowed the urge to bite back that it wouldn't be any of his business if she had. “No,” her voice cracked around the word. It was late and cold and his voice sounded like the sort of comfort she no longer allowed herself. “My phone died. I’m using a pay phone.”

“Who the fuck uses a pay phone?” His quick laughter was like a balm against the cold. A brief flash of his real self bursting through all the walls he had started putting up when he spoke to her now.

[elainemg97]

Azriel Bonus Chapter- Annotated Part 2

Here are Azriel’s conversations with Rhys and Gwyn. Part 3 will be Azriel’s conversation with Clotho.

[elainarcherondefenseattorney]

I am so desperate to get into Elain Archerons mind oh my lord.

Shes such an overlooked character by so many but I, myself, could write a whole ass essay on her personality and story so far. 😘 shes such a Queen

The quiet soft characters who have their own kinds of strength and don’t need to have stereotypically masculine qualities to be viewed as important(which goes both ways btw for men and women). She can wear purple, plant flowers, be kind and still save the world. A woman who bakes her sister a cake for her birthday, who gives her friends fluffy cozy blankets, who gives her crush funny gifts just to make him laugh, who can look at the run down cottage she lives in and see hope

A characters value doesn’t have to come from how many people they can kill on a battle field or how many men they can drink under the table or being pissed off and mean for no reason.

I love how SJM very purposefully writes that variety into each of the Archeron sisters. None of them are carbon copies of each other. They all have different personalities, goals, things they look for in life and in partners, ways they approach trauma, etc.

[ratgirl2020]

Since Elain will be able to Make objects like Nesta did maybe she can make Azriel’s shadows into a real boy for Gywn.

Then they can stop bugging us about their gwyn/shadow kinks and Azriel can be free to love Elain in peace like he wants to.

I don't normally respond to e/riel inbox messages but...

Here is an interesting theory.

Elain can turn Azriels shadows into a real boy for Gwyn.

This is obviously to get her out of the way, as the e/riels so desperately need.

But I actually love this idea, then Gwyn would also be able to hear them and the things they have to say about her 🤩 They can explain why they danced with her breath and why they didn't warn Azriel of her presence.

Honestly, Azriel might like this too. As he has given no indication that he doesn't want his shadows around. In fact, Azriel (sjm) pointedly thinks about how they have always kept him company and always will.

Now all this is canon.

What's not canon? Azriel loving Elain. Again, no indication that he truly loves her. Crushing? Caring for? Infatuated with? yes. but there doesn't seem to be any deeper thoughts in Azriels own head.

And despite what some readers may think, characters wanting to bang other characters (even loving them) does not indicate end-game pairings for sjm.

I sincerely hope this respons helps brings about some understanding of the text 🥰