#Sarah J Maas

[thelov3lybookworm]

Misreading Letters

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Day 4: character A thought it was a date and character b thought they were going as a group

Summary: Maybe misreading letters sometime lead to happy nights.

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Word Count: 1283 (longer than i thought it would be honestly)

Warnings: a bit of angst ig? heh

A/n: i wanted this to be SO, SO ANGSTY, but then i was like eh lets see where this goes, and its kinda fluffy i think! so ig thats a plus? as always, with me not liking my fluff fics, i think i could have done better with this one, but i wrote half of this in like 30 mins lol (dont we love procrastination 😍😍😍)

ANYWAYS. not proofread but hope yall like it!!

my entry for day 4 of @starfallweek <3

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Sometimes, Y/n had learned, the cold that seeped into her bones was not always a bad thing.

Sometimes, instead of the cold heralding an impending arrival of doom, the feeling grounded her. It made her focus on getting herself warm and ignore the nervousness spreading through her veins like venom.

On the evening of starfall, it was the giddiness of finally having her mate to herself that induced the feeling.

For months now, Y/n had felt like she had been waiting for this very day. The two had barely been mated for six months before the high lord had him deployed at the outskirts of a city on another continent, one too far for Azriel to be able to winnow or fly home easily. And so Y/n had endured, written letters that barely got a response, usually two sentences detailing his health, inquiring about hers, and a small, little promise at the end, telling her he’d be back soon.

The day before starfall, she finally got more.

The cold I’d acquired a week ago is gone. How are you, love? Be ready for starfall. I’m visiting for the night. Though I won’t be able to stay. Let’s make the most of our time together, right?

Yours,Azriel.

She hadn’t been able to sit still for more than a few moments since she had received the letter. Nerves made her jittery, her heartbeat erratic at any given moment.

Most of her day had passed making cookies, the same ones she had baked the day they had accepted the bond. It would be a nice touch, she hoped, for their first starfall together. It gave her a reprieve from her thoughts too, from the constant buzzing in her head. It gave her something to do with her hands, gave her something to focus on.

Just before night dawned, the table was spread with aromatic foods, all his favourites, and desserts. He had a sweet tooth, something Y/n adored. She was dressed up too, hands on her hips, surveying the sparse ornaments she had decorated the space with.

It was perfect for the two of them, she thought.

The sun set. Moon rose.

Candles were lit, the faelight enhancing the soft glow.

And yet, the one who Y/n waited for didn’t arrive.

But.. she had waited four months.

One hundred and twenty one days.

Two thousand nine hundred and twenty hours.

Another hour of wait wouldn’t kill her.

She glanced out the window. No trace of shadows.

And another hour.

Y/n picked up a book, having covered the feast she had prepared.

And one more.

Starfall was almost about to begin.

Finally, the sound of wings descending stole her attention, and Y/n was out of her seat and opening the door before she could even think about it.

"A… Cassian?"

The general smirked. "Oh don’t look so disappointed. Any other day, I’d be sobbing if you greeted me with that look."

Y/n straightened her shoulders, pushing a smile onto her face. "I’m sorry! It’s just- I didn’t expect you-"

"Oh hush. I was just teasing." His smile softened as he took a step onto the porch, his eyes moving behind her, taking in the decorations inside. His brows furrowed. "Were you… expecting someone?"

Y/n tucked her hair behind her ear. "Az. He said he’d be home for starfall."

Cassian’s eyes widened with understanding and something close to…pity? "Oh. He didn’t tell you that we were meeting at the river house?"

Y/n blinked in confusion. "He… is at the river house?"

Cassian nodded matter of factly. "He was asking about you."

Her heart dropped a little, yet she ducked her head, a bashful smile on her face. "I- I must  have misread his letter. I-"

"It’s okay. Happens sometimes. Come, he’s waiting. Let me take you." His voice was gentle, understanding, like he knew she was lying. She had not misread the letter. After all, there weren’t enough words to mis-read. She had just assumed he’d want to spend time with her after months of absence.

Y/n nodded, her shoulders bunching inwards as she closed the door behind her, feeling the scrutinising gaze of the general on her back. His grip was gentle when he wrapped her in his arms, and Y/n could tell he was trying to purposefully look anywhere but her.

In a way, she was glad. She did not want to see the pity in his eyes.

The flight was quick, leaving her with little time with her thoughts. Another blessing on a ruined evening, one she was grateful for.

Soft laughter poured from the sitting room as Cassian landed, and Y/n hurried to find her balance and waited for Cassian to lead the way.

"Well, fly safe, Az."

Y/n’s heart stopped at the high lord’s voice.

Was he already leaving?

There was no response, except a quiet hum that ignited the longing residing within Y/n’s heart that she had tried so hard to hide from her mate, lest he abandon his mission. And if he had to leave now…

Only one glimpse. That’s all she wanted. She wouldn’t stop him. This was important to him.

He was still in his leathers when the main door opened, the siphons on his body glowing like a beacon in the dark night, beckoning Y/n closer like she was prey. His wings were slumped, almost imperceptibly, but Y/n noticed. Not in the way they slumped in her presence, relaxed, but… dejected. That’s what he looked like. Like his expectations for the night weren’t met. And she had an inkling why. After all, she felt the same.

His eyes were rimmed by darkness, the spark in them dimmer as they swept the foyer, waving to his family. And then he turned, his eyes landing on Cassian walking up the steps towards him. Azriel’s brows furrowed.

"Where were you?"

Cassian shrugged, pointing behind him. "Happy starfall, brother."

Azriel’s eyes flared the moment they landed on Y/n

His body jerked lightly, as if it were trying to move towards her without command. The corner of his lips lifted as he began towards where she stood, frozen.

"Thank- thank you." Azriel mumbled softly to Cassian, who nodded, shooting Y/n a teasing smile. Azriel reached out to clasp his brother’s shoulder gratefully before he began down the steps towards her, the door closing behind him and giving the two a reprieve from the curious stares.

"Az." Y/n mumbled, her gaze fixed on his.

"Y/n." He whispered, his eyes tracing over her figure. "I… I’m sorry."

She shook her head. "Did you forget to tell me that we were having dinner with them?"

He swallowed. Nodded. His hands reached out to lightly caress her face, his shadows already twining around her fingers and hair. "I was in a hurry. And excited. And it is no excuse. Forgive me, love."

Y/n wrapped her arms around him, an involuntary sigh escaping her as her figure relaxed into her mate’s body. "It would have been nice knowing I was not going to have my mate all to myself, but… I forgive you, Az. It’s no big deal."

He scoffed, his arms winding tight around her. "The hell it isn’t."

Y/n huffed out a laugh, pulling back to search over his features. "So… you’re leaving now?"

He offered her a gentle smile. "No. Bullied Rhys into letting me stay till tomorrow."

Her heart soared, and she stepped out of his embrace, her hand’s clutching tightly at his forearms. "Really?"

He grabbed her jaw, pulling her into a soft, quick kiss. "Really."

"Let’s go home?"

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[jacksdreams]

“You’re a High Lord—don’t you have better things to do?”

“Of course. But none as enjoyable as seeing you squirm.”

Artist

[theredcrane]

Gwyneth Berdara from ACOTAR 🫶

Wanted to practice focusing more on shapes than accuracy and studied some more comic book styles making this. I think it turned out cute!

[elrielffs]

They have made Gwyn more important than she actually is but regardless of that...

Elain. Even if she wasn't an Archeron. She is human turned fae, she killed the King of Hybern, she is a Seer, she can scry, she can wield the Trove...

And that's not even getting into her personal stakes with the bond and accepting/rejecting that and all it entails...and her entanglement with Azriel.

Any one character can have a story made about them but why would they when there's obvious set up and story surrounding another character that is vitally imporant?

Like, in no way is Gwyn's story more important than Elain's, even if they don't accept that the story is and always will be about the Archeron sisters.

[cherriesicons]

Feyre Archeron icons

like or reblog if you save or use.

[mahalachives]

Part 2: Plot Twist: You're All Fictional

Summary: In which a fan gets yeeted into the world of fae Genre: crack humor, drabble, minor az x reader (bcus why not)

Oops, I tripped Into Prythian - Masterlist

You had been in Prythian for exactly one week, and it was time to address the most pressing issue of all.

These people didn’t know they were in a book series.

You discovered this terrifying fact over dinner, when you accidentally let it slip that Feyre’s “entire life arc” hit harder than your student loan debt.

Feyre paused mid-bite. “My what?”

Cassian looked up, suspicious. “What did you say?”

You blinked. “Uh. Your... life arc. Like, the plot. The narrative. The emotional beats? No?”

Nesta slowly set down her fork. “Why does she sound like Gwyn when she’s two poems deep into a wine night?”

So naturally, because you had zero impulse control and no concept of self-preservation, you decided to fix the situation.

By holding a book club.

You gathered the entire Inner Circle in the House of Wind library and dramatically unveiled the stack of ACOTAR books Mor had helped you recreate with a little Illyrian smuggling and Helion’s glamour spells.

“Welcome,” you declared, arms outstretched, “to your unsolicited literary awakening.”

Rhysand eyed the books like they were cursed. “You’re telling me someone… wrote down our lives?”

“Multiple someones,” you said solemnly. “And then sold them. Worldwide.”

Azriel’s jaw ticked. “So strangers know... everything?”

You nodded. “Everything.”

Cassian leaned forward, grinning. “Even about—”

“Yes, Cassian,” you interrupted. “Even that.”

He fist-pumped. “Nice.”

Feyre picked up A Court of Mist and Fury, frowning as she flipped through the pages. “Why does this make me sound like a YA protagonist with trauma and a painting fetish?”

“Because you are,” you said helpfully.

She blinked.

Nesta grabbed Silver Flames and skimmed a few pages before muttering, “Well. This is uncomfortably accurate.”

Cassian peeked over her shoulder. “They really wrote that scene? That scene?”

Nesta smirked. “Word for word.”

Rhysand was halfway through A Court of Frost and Starlight when he scowled. “Why does this one feel like filler?”

“Because it is,” you and Nesta said in perfect unison.

Mor, gleeful, held up Wings and Embers. “Wait—does this mean Cassian is officially a simp?”

“Yes,” you said. “Certified. Trademarked. Embossed in gold.”

Cassian threw a pillow at you. “And what about you? Are you in these books?”

You shrugged. “Sadly, no. I am but a humble interdimensional interloper. However…” You dramatically pulled out a custom-made novella cover with YOU x AZRIEL: Mating Bond Mayhem printed on it in shimmering Night Court silver.

Azriel stared at it like it personally offended him.

“Please tell me that isn’t real,” he muttered.

You winked. “It is in my heart.”

Rhys flipped open A Court of Thorns and Roses, reading aloud. “He was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen.’”

You leaned in. “Yes. And that’s Tamlin. Remember him?”

Rhys dropped the book like it burned. “Unclean.”

Feyre giggled.

Nesta snorted.

Even Azriel’s shadows flared like they were trying not to laugh.

Then Elain, who had been quietly reading in the corner, finally looked up.

“I like this version of me,” she said softly.

Everyone froze.

You blinked. “You… what now?”

Elain held up A Court of Silver Flames, pointing to a scene where she verbally eviscerates Lucien. “I like that I get mad. That I have feelings. That I say things.”

Cassian whispered, “Oh gods. She's awakening.”

Azriel looked genuinely alarmed.

“Elain,” Feyre said slowly, “you’re always allowed to say things.”

“I know,” Elain replied, deadly calm. “But now I have dialogue.”

Mor cackled.

Nesta looked like she’d been waiting years for this. Rhysand leaned over to Feyre and whispered, “Do we… encourage this?”

You stood and raised your hands. “Friends. Fae. Chaos incarnate. I have one final proposal.”

Cassian perked up. “Does it involve more books?”

“No,” you said gravely. “It involves us starting a book club.”

Rhys groaned. “We live the events already, why would we—”

“Because,” you interrupted, “it’s different when you know spoilers.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes. “Spoilers?”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know who your mate is?”

Everyone froze.

You turned dramatically toward him. “Spoiler alert: It’s me.”

Azriel turned and walked away.

You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled after him, “I HAVE FANFICS TO PROVE IT.”

He didn’t stop.

But Elain, flipping through A Court of Mist and Fury again, murmured, “Wait… what’s fanfic?”

And you smiled.

Because Prythian wasn’t ready.

And neither were they.

To be continued.

[rizzoreads88]

✨Something I Find Interesting….✨

EOS & ACOWAR were released 8 months apart which means she was most likely drafting/writing both books around the same time. EOS is when we find out Maeve faked Rowan’s mate instincts and she wasn’t his mate. ACOWAR is when SJM started bringing up the idea of feyre starts questions e/uciens mate bond and thinking what if they aren’t right for each other…mates aren’t always love matches…. A mate bond can be rejected ect. All in regards to E/ucien and then SJM never talks about e/ucien again after Acowars release.

Acowar is when SJM ends the Mor/Azriel ship for good. She then starts The Elriel & Vassien ship by having Elain and Azriel start to have thier moments, and Lucien find Vassa by starting to build his storyline along her.SJM has not mentioned E/ucien or talked about e/ucien since Acowars release.

All the interview, and q&a answers e/uciens try to use as “proof” of their ship being endgame happened in 2016(9 years ago) before Acowar was released in 2017.

*This q&a took place in May 2016

*then on a press tour for EOS back in September 2016 SJM is asked where everyone would go on a date. Again this is before Acowar even was released…

So I find it interesting that anti elriels try to use 9 year old interview answers as irrefutable proof for their ship. Especially since after Acowar she doesn’t talk about e/ucien again and she introduces new ships in the book & she starts to have Elain & Lucien grow closer to other people and farther away from each other.

I personally don’t take anything SJM says in interviews as irrefutable proof because you can still find interviews now where she raves about Tamlin & Feyre, Chaol & Celaena… ect. She also said she would never do a crossover and here we are. Which is ok it’s her stories she can change her mind as much as she wants and she has said she lets the characters guide her stories as well. But when people try to bring up 9 year old answers as a “gotcha” moment…it infact is not at all the “gotcha” moment they think it is.

[parcai]

Sketch - Tamlin's Manor: Spring Court 🌷🌿

Determined to get good at backgrounds/scenery. We'll see how long this lasts. 💀 I feel like most of the courts have some irl cultures in their aesthetics. To me, Spring, both the land itself and the people (Tamlin's face!) is a bit German.

I feel like also that's why Feyre's village is largely German-inspired to me--people have just forgotten with the wall going up. Tamlin's manor here takes a lot of inspiration, accordingly, esp from Neuschwanstein Castle.

[elainarcherondefenseattorney]

Just fyi

An elain week starts soon. But its not the right one. Its run by an anti-elriel gwynriel shipper that really doesn’t care about elain. And was created to be petty about the real elain week having boundaries about abusive ships which takes place in September.

Like someone else i saw said. If they really loved Elain they would celebrate her with the rest of us and not make a different week.

Apparently they’re trying to make a new Azriel week too lol.

Art by muffin_art_m on insta Comm greenleaf.

Heres the real elain week dates. Still a lot of time to get prepared. Elainarcheronweek

[shadowedpetals]

Here's the template, I'd like to see yours! 😌

[darkest-fantasy]

Gwyneth Berdara is doing to e|riels what Lucy Gray Baird is doing to President Snow…

Haunting the narrative 😅😅

[elainweekofficial]

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D E A R D R E A M E R S

O N E W E E K

U N T I L

E L A I N W E E K

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A reminder that we will not engage with any posts using AI, posts that are seemingly negative against Elain and/or other characters, or posts that are seemingly negative against other individuals. We want this to be a fun and inclusive space for all Elain Archeron fans!

[polysjmweek]

Poly+ SJM Week M.A.S.H.!

You know it, you love it. But have you ever played a version with the possibility for multiple partners across the Maasverse? Now you can!

Your number is your month and day of birth added together (01/02 = 1+2). If you don't want to use your birthday for privacy reasons, feel free to use this random number generator to get a number from 1-30.

To play, start at the first numbered option and count each of the category options until you reach your number. Cross off the option you land on. Play through the first block to discover your story, leaving one option per category. If you have mates, play through the second, stopping when the number of options left equals the number of mates from part 1. Unlike part 1, it does not matter what column the results are in, just cross them off until you're left with your mates!

Post your story and finished board using the hashtag: #poly+sjmweekMASH.

We can't wait to see where this adventure takes you! You could even use it as inspiration for a fic. 👀

And we can't wait to see what you share for the event in JUST TWO WEEKS!

[elrielffs]

“Gwyn and Azriel both sing!! SJM highlighted this similarity so we know they are endgame!”

Oh yeah, Rowan famously plays piano, Hunt does ballet, Rhysand paints! I can’t wait until we discover Lucien’s hidden gardening hobby proving Elucien endgame!!!

OR

SJM highlighted they both sing because…one is a shadow singer and one is a light singer and we are supposed to draw THAT parallel.

A relationship isn’t built on a checklist of similarities.

[thewolflingofnoldor]

I think he’s rather eat it. (Happens to remember the bacon incident- ma man sure does love his food. But I mean if your built like a battering ram you probably need a lot of energy to fight and run, lol)

[mahalachives]

Oops, I tripped Into Prythian - Masterlist

Summary: In which a fan gets yeeted into the world of fae Genre: crack humor, drabble, minor az x reader (bcus why not)

Part 1: How to Crash Into a Book Boyfriend in 10 Steps (Literally) Part 2: Plot Twist: You're All Fictional