#azriel brotp

[likeiwishiknew]

Azriel: I give up. I am so tired.

Cassian: Get the emergency supply!

Nesta: *takes off to the library, grabs Gwyn, drags her back and places her in front of Azriel*

Gwyn: *smiles*

Azriel: *cracks a smile* Hello, Priestess 

[unhealthyfanobsession]

If you don't write it, I'll never forgive you

FUCK you know I have a terminal case of “incapable of letting down MB” disease so your crack fic will be coming soon.

Teaser?

“Don’t even think about it,” Azriel warned. More exacerbated than truly concerned.

“You just hate to see a female succeed where you couldn’t,” Nesta clicked her tongue, fingers playing with the brass sworls that answered without her even calling.

Gwyn snickered behind her, sword unsheathed. “Is there a way to make sure you only raise female corpses? Really drive our victory home.”

“See?” Nesta raised an eyebrow, “true friends support each other.”

“Nes.” Cassian’s warning was more serious. His throat tight in that adorable way that always pulled his voice up half an octave. Nesta nearly slammed the mask over her face just to teach him a lesson for being so damn concerned. No faith, these drill sergeants of hers. “It’s dangerous.”

“For you, maybe.”

[acourtofladydeath]

Eris Week '24 Day 3: Healing/Betrayal

Nesta and Eris find more than a superb dance partner in each other, and their mates, Cassiand and Azriel, go on a wild goose chase to figure out why they’ve been secretly spending nights together.

Day 3 of @erisweekofficial has Nesta and Eris dancing their way through therapy together, as best friends are wont to do. Read a snippet below, or find the full fic on AO3.

It was the night of the month Nesta most dreaded and looked forward to, the simultaneous emotions warring within her. She zipped up her favorite gown and tried to steady her nervous hands by running her fingers through the gossamer fabric that seemed to float on air. It moved beautifully as she brushed it back and forth, a calming dance that kept her transfixed until her breaths evened. With her nerves under control, Nesta checked her reflection one last time to confirm her braids were tightly pinned in place. Practiced hands smoothed back the few fly-aways that could become a distraction until she was satisfied. She gave herself a small smile while she combed through the skirt of her gown once more and watched it move between her fingers in the mirror. When she was ready to leave, Nesta went back through the room to cover her tracks. She rearranged the closet so her missing dress was less obvious and placed an outfit inconspicuously in the corner so she could easily change upon her return. The note she wrote for Cassian was brief, asking him not to wait up and giving a vague excuse for her absence. He respected her independence, so she didn’t think he would read too hard between the lines. As she snuck down the hall, Nesta could smell her mate walking toward their room and ducked away as quickly as possible, off to her monthly rendezvous. 

Keep reading here on AO3!

Thank you to @the-darkestminds for betaing this fic!

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[queenofqueensarcheron]

Can you imagine the chaos a friendship between Nesta, Azriel and Eris would be like. I just need them to like go on a mission somewhere for whatever reason in the next book. And then Nesta does something with her powers because she doesn’t fully control or even understand them. Because nobody is really teaching her. Like she blows up a tiny mountain or something . And all she says is “oops” or she starts thinking that Rhys is actually going to 💀 her. And instead of screaming at her, they all start laughing so much that their belly starts hurting.

Can you imagine the chaos. Please give it to me 🙏🙏🙏

[somnas-writes]

Peak Nesta-Azriel dynamic to me is “brain cells disappear together”

Separately, they’re basically geniuses. They problem solve like no one else and rarely get into shit.

But together? Absolute GOONS, they do reckless shit and get into constant trouble.

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Cas still swears the building wasn't his fault. Az swears he wasn't even there

[vidalinav]

I would really like to see how Nesta’s self depreciating ways or her self sacrificial tendencies look like to the others now that they “like” her. I just honestly want to write something with Nesta being “I don’t care about me” like she’s said before in one of the books after figuring out how she can help by doing some dangerous task that may risk her life and Azriel fiercely being like “but we care about you!” And then proceeds to try and stop her from doing said desperate, dangerous thing.

[bookofmirth]

so I was talking to @fracturedarkness about her husband Azriel, and while we can't figure out the mechanics of how his lie-detection works, we thought it would be super funny if, for the few weeks that Bryce has Truthteller in Midgard, Az became really bad at detecting lies and the IC takes advantage of that.

Azriel: who took my slice of cake? Feyre: I don't know 🙂

Azriel: Why do none of my socks match, who took the other half of every pair? Cassian: beats me 🙂

Azriel: who do you guys think will win the snowball fight next year? Rhysand: Definitely you, buddy 🙂

[incorrectacotarwords]

Cassian: Okay, question

Azriel: ?

Cassian: Am I on your list?

Azriel: …my list of what

Cassian: MILFs

Azriel: …what

Cassian: Males I’d like to f*ck — wait what did you think I said??

Azriel: I don’t know probably Moms I’d like to f*ck??

Cassian: oh Nesta is the only mom I’m be interested in f*cking

Azriel: Great, I’m gonna go suppress the memory of the dining table…again

Part 2???

[my-fan-side]

Uhmm - Spoiler Alert?! 😅

So I just finished Chapter 14 of HOFAS. I know I still have a lot to go through —- but My God! I can’t help but smile everytime Nesta and Azriel appears! I feel so giddy and happy, I just missed them so much! 🥹 And honestly, i think it’s fitting that it’s them with Bryce. It would be a disaster if it’s Cassian and Feyre hahaha 😂

I know it’s probably far fetched, but I want Nesta and Azriel to be part of Bryce’s found family (Team F*ck You) ! 😅

[featherymalignancy]

🌹🙏your writing is AMAZING and the previews are somehow better <333

The way Azriel’s eyes lit up as he regaled her with a story about Frank Lloyd Wright reminded Nesta of the look Elain always wore when discussing the Papal intrigue of Quattrocento Rome, and she envisioned—not for the first time—how well those two would likely get on were they to ever meet.

[likeiwishiknew]

Azriel, drunk: If I were a gardener, I would put our 'two-lips' together

Gwyn: *blushes fiercely*

Cassian, drunk: If I were a gardener, you would be my hoe

Nesta: This is why we're together

[polysjmweek]

Look, look, look! More sneak peaks 👀

We can't wait for the full fic!!!

I can't resist writing my fav brotp any chance I get ...

(a feyre & lucien snippet from the eluzriel fic i'm writing for @polyacotarweek!)

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“Alright, you didn’t summon me to put your son in his place and likely not for my wound dressing either.” Lucien glances up to her face beneath the curtain of his hair that has fallen over his shoulder while he bends to finish tying the wrap. “What can I do for you, Feyre?”

“I thought seeing me half naked would be a fun memory to reminisce over?” 

He presses a little harder than necessary on the wound. Feyre hisses.

“Okay, alright, not enough time has passed to joke about that. In truth, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Lucien whistles low while stepping back to appreciate his handy work. The bleed has stopped seeping through the white cloth.

“A favor? This should be interesting.”

Feyre lifts her top from the desk she’s had it resting on. She pulls it over her shoulders and begins buttoning it, pointedly not making eye contact with Lucien. A very interesting favor then, if it is enough to make the High Lady feel guilt.

“I need you to go to Rask and retrieve a special package… Your mate.”

[acourtofladydeath]

Sunday Funday!

Hello loves! I hope you're all doing well! It's time for a little update:

🐶 @erisweekofficial prep is WELL underway, with two fics fully drafted and ready for edits including the newest "To Become a Vanserra" installment "The Clause". I've got lots of lofty plans for this event, but I don't want to promise anything until I have drafts! Keep and eye out on WIP Wednesday posts for teasers.

🦇 Only two more chapters of "Take These Broken Wings"! I plan to come back to this fic very soon, and hope to get the entire thing finished by the end of 2024. I know that's a LONG ways away, but we have Eris week, Secret Santa, and a few other events I may try to participate in between now and then.

👩🏽‍🏫 Unfortunately this week school starts back up again and my schedule will be even more rigorous than before. I'll try to keep being consistent, but we will see. (We all know consistency was never my game...)

As always, please feel free to reach out in DMs or asks if you have any questions or comments! Love to hear form you all. Thanks for following the journey so far!

[nestastits]

Something I find very adorable and funny in the acotar books is how both Nesta and Feyre have Brotp with their mate’s brother.

Feyre and Cassian are platonic soulmates in the same way Nesta and Azriel are and I just think it is adorable and hilarious at the same time. I love how both of these brotp have matching energies lmao. Cassian and Feyre are both known to be chaotic and joking while Nesta and Azriel are more laid-back but deadly when needed.

Makes me wonder if Elain will get her Brotp with her mate’s brother? Could you imagine her teaching Eris how to make bread and Eris sneaking pieces to his hounds 😭 but paying full attention to Lainy.

And I know Gwyn isn’t an Archeron, but her and Rhys brotp? They could definitely be the besties who have a trauma dumb candy salad while their mates are in the background like “😳” 😭

I just think it’s adorable how sjm still makes sure her main characters have a good platonic relationship as well as romantic relationship. And genuinely funny with the pairings.

[asnowfern]

(Probably) How not to teach someone how to fly

A/N: It’s @cassianappreciationweek !!!💕💕💕 I’m gonna try my best to post a drabble each day and this is a little baby Cazriel brotp to kickstart day 1: Flight! I hope you enjoy!

“You’re so terrible at this, it’s embarrassing.”

Azriel bit back a groan. He used his battered palms to push himself off the ground and brushed off the pine needles that had lodged themselves in multiple spans of exposed flesh. Not deigning to look up from the sandy grounds, he flipped off his camp-mate, “Fuck off”

Cassian gave a noncommittal shrug. “I could. It’s not like you can chase after me with that pathetic movement you call flying.”

The taunt wasn’t particularly searing. In fact, it was comparatively mild compared to what the other bastard or anyone else in the war-camp had once said to him. But after leaving multiple Azriel-shaped dents in the terrain over the past hour, he had just about had it.

His fist shot out by instinct. Azriel might not have the so-called natural Illyrian call for the air but the thrumming call for blood in his veins was undeniable and unquenchable.

The hit went unblocked, striking Cassian in the cheeks, who did nothing more than wear a vicious white smile. Azriel barely shook his shoulders out before Cassian retaliated, arms swinging, wings spread.

The duo rode on training-honed reflexes. Strike and dodge. Tackle and lock. Swerve and grapple. There was no finesse in the way the two males entangled in a brawl, swinging punches until one was pinned down to the ground in a chokehold.

Azriel barely resisted the urge to spit in Cassian’s face, the other sporting a victorious grin despite the blooming purple eye and split lip. He huffed instead, sending a blood streaked spit to the side. If it just very narrowly missed Cassian’s face then that was too bad.

Cassian released his limbs, letting him collapse into the ground while he himself leaned back to stand upright on his knees.

“Feeling better?” He asked with a smirk, stretching out a hand to him.

Azriel grunted as he accepted the hand.

“Good.” Cassian nodded before sliding a broad arm around his shoulders to hoist him up, another arm supporting the back of his knees into a ridiculous bridal hold.

Azriel sputtered. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Cassian barked a laugh and shot up into the star-flecked sky. The icy whip on their faces was somehow a relief from the blows each of them took just minutes before.

“You’ve been thinking too much,” Cassian commented as he glided through the sky, his voice as smooth as the flight. It was comforting, soothing. “Every muscle in your body is made for this. There’s no need to try steering or balancing with your arms. Those are irrelevant.”

They circled over the trees, climbing higher with each loop. The scream of the wind quieting down to a whisper, a lover’s caress. Eventually, the muscles in Cassian’s back tightened and he halted in midair. His wings outstretched, catching the airflow with the most minute of movements, the span of rust and ebony so wholly a part of him.

“You’ve just got to remember. You are Illyrian, no matter how much you like to forget sometimes. And we do not obey the wind, it obeys us.” With a last parting smirk, Cassian released Azriel.

He cursed the wavy hair idiot throughout his entire descent. Even more so when his wings caught him, the muscles in his back and wings finally working in tandem.

It didn’t last long and still resulted in another, albeit lighter, Azriel-shaped dent. The motion was still too much a stranger to him. But for the first time ever, Azriel thought that perhaps flying wasn’t all bad.