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I’ve come out of hiatus to say….

Elriels are delulu. It’s okay baby girl we know you are just pulling “facts” out of thin air, you can be delulu if you want. But we did not read the same books 😂

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #elain archeron #elucien #anti elriel #acowar #acomaf #acosf

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Me:

No I'm totally fine I swear

Also me:

*Types "<character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*

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when will i be someone’s cute girlfriend i’m ready now 

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tattooing this on my forehead. people forgave Feyre and Rhys for their trauma behavior after UTM but can’t find it in themselves to forgive all of these people and hope they find healing.

I don't understand why this fandom thinks the characters who were abused as children and grow up to suffer from depression and self-loathing somehow need to be "redeemed".

Chaol, Nesta, Azriel, and Eris don't need redemption. This fandom just hates them because they actually show symptoms of abuse and signs of mental health issues. God forbid.

These characters don't need a redemption. They need to heal from the abuse that no one shielded them from and learn to love themselves.

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reading these hollow vows and wondering if I actually like Finn or if I just miss Rhysand :/

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Listen….

I hate hate HATE love triangles, but I always give both love interests a chance. Because normally I love both and can’t decide who I’d rather the MC end up with. But if Bash is endgame and not Finn I’m suing.

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Don't @ me like this

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I’m halfway through These Hollow Vows and all I can think is FINN FINN FINN FINN FINN FINN FINN

#these hollow vows #these twisted bonds #abriella x Finn #fantasy books #booktok

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Starry Eyes

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol but nothing crazy. kinda cheesy writing

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: It’s Solstice, reader gets clingy w Azriel when she’s tipsy but he loves it. He tries to keep her awake to see Starfall but she’s falling asleep. He takes care of her and takes her to her room when she drifts off. 

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“Some Spymaster, huh?” Feyre mused to Rhys under her breath, leaning into him to be discreet. Rhys glanced over at his brother who was sitting on the couch, his full, undivided attention upon you. Whether Azriel was letting his guard down due to the gradual intoxication of his friends around him on Solstice or because he simply didn’t care, it was still quite the sight for him to wear his heart on his sleeve so comfortably. He was seated on one end of the couch with his body turned fully to face you, his posture shamelessly relaxed, a contented grin on his lips. He was listening to you go off on one of your various drunken rambles.

You weren’t timid by any means, but you did have some shy tendencies around him specifically. Despite that slight reservation, the two of you always gravitated towards each other, silently seeking each other out in group settings, sitting beside each other during meals, volunteering to go on missions together. It was incredibly entertaining for the rest of the IC, of course, to see the two of you wander towards each other and then have so few words to say. Unsurprisingly, there have been many bets placed on the pair of you about who will fold first and take that leap of faith beyond friendship. Until then, it was lovely entertainment from the sidelines.

Azriel typically left the love for alcohol to Mor and Cassian, but Azriel has come to appreciate the lessened inhibition that came with your occasional drinking. He was endeared by your shy nature around him, especially because he mirrored that sentiment, but when you drank, he had the opportunity to see an uninhibited side of you that absolutely clung to him. He could only hope that one day you would feel this comfortable and open with him without needing the liquid courage, but for now he settled for the short-lived windows of it that came on holidays.

“So the exam had a question about an earthquake that had happened two days before, which is absurd because why would anyone anticipate a question about one so recent anyways? And then he had the audacity to tell us all ‘Happy Solstice’ afterwards, like he didn’t just ruin the holidays for us with that test.” You were gesturing enthusiastically as you told your story to him, eyes wide and bright, and he was nodding along, gaze unfaltering from your face. If you caught him looking at you like that sober, with such softness and adoration in his eyes, you may have walked into a wall in fluster. “Anyways, that was a horrible introduction to geology, but it makes for a good story.” You beamed at him and began moving closer on the couch to where he was politely seated, not touching you. You wrapped your arms around his arm and laid your head on his shoulder, his brows shooting up in surprise and a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Sorry for rambling, Az.”

“Don’t be sorry, I love your stories,” he reassured. You reached for his hand and grasped it in both of yours, and he let you.

“You have the warmest hands, you know.” You began to speak more softly, the drink making you sleepy.

“You’re cold?”

“Little bit. I thought champagne was supposed to make you feel warm.” You opened your eyes and began reaching for your flute on the table nearby.

He chuckled. “I don’t think you need any more of that.” You stopped and turned to face him with a frown.

“You think I had too much?”

“No, but if you have any more, you’ll miss the Starfall. We wouldn’t want you to fall asleep first, would we?” He spoke to you gently.

“No, we wouldn’t,” you shook your head in agreement. He laughed at the seriousness in your expression, breaking your eye contact before his chest ached. He couldn’t help his wide smile. When you got like this, he felt so intoxicated by you that he rarely bothered to drink. “Okay, Az. Be a dear and don’t let me fall asleep, then.” You placed your head on his shoulder again, closing your eyes. He was still chuckling.

“And how am I supposed to keep you awake?” he mused.

“Mmm… You tell me, you’re the big smart Spymaster, aren’t you?”

He felt like a fool, not being able to speak without that smile on his lips, even when your eyes are closed, and you couldn’t see it. “Okay, I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to worry.” He couldn’t lie, he also didn’t want you to stop leaning on his shoulder, to stop embracing him so comfortably, like you felt safe.

Just when he thought you drifted off, you softly said, “you’re so sweet, Az. An angel.” His heart skipped a beat, and that faded the smile off his face. You thought he was the angel here?

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” he asked softly, his voice gruffer than he anticipated. You giggled, nuzzling closer to him and shushed him. “The only angel here is you.”

“Be quiet. What I say goes, and I say you are an angel.” You smiled though your eyes stayed closed.

Though he wholeheartedly disagreed, he couldn’t deny you anything you wanted. If only to let you win, he didn’t say argue. You relished in the small victory and finally drifted off to sleep.

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“[Y/N],” someone said gently, squeezing your fingers in warm hands. “It’s time for the Starfall.”

“Hm?” you started to stir.

“Wake up for the Starfall.” Azriel.

“I’m awake.”

He chuckled. “Then why are your eyes still closed?” you could hear that smile on his mouth. It made you smile back.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s all under control.”

He laughed softly but got up gently to allow you to reorient yourself as you awoke. When you went to stand, he outstretched both of his hands to you, which you took without a second thought. You took his arm and let him guide you to the balcony to watch the stars fall. You didn’t let go of his arm even when you stood, and you leaned even closer to him, which he allowed.

“Are you still cold?” he asked.

“No,” you said softly. He looked down and found that you had closed your eyes again. The stars began to fall then.

“Open your eyes for me,” he said softly, not wanting you to miss the sight, though he didn’t move his gaze from your face. You did as he asked, watching the stars fall, and he continued to watch you, the stars in your eyes, the wonder and contentment in them. He was taking in how relaxed you looked with him, and more of your body weight slumped into him as you let yourself take in the moment. You eventually turned to look at him, catching his focused gaze, and you smiled brightly at him. The stars continued to fall around you, but the two of you couldn’t take your eyes off each other. Azriel’s throat bobbed slightly. Angel, you had called him before. Yet here you were, rivalling the stars in his eyes. You continued to gaze at him, feeling such a warmth in your chest that you didn’t notice your eyes closing again until you felt the hardness of his chest against your cheek. Your friends’ delighted laughter and the music were in the background, but all you could hear was Azriel’s heart, feel his arms slowly come around you. “Let’s get you to bed,” you felt his smooth voice rumble against your cheek. You simply nodded, not wanting to open your eyes. He leaned down and scooped you up into his arms, and he began walking back inside while the stars continued to fall behind him.

By the time he made it to your room, you had all but drifted back asleep, clinging to him around his neck. He walked over to your bed and gently laid you down. Once he released you, he began to rise, but your hold on his neck tightened, preventing him from leaving. “Stay,” you murmured sleepily. His cheeks burned, heart rate increased.

“I can’t, sweetheart,” he said gently, bracing his arms on either side of your head to support himself while your vice grip around his neck continued to pull him down.

“Why not?”

“It’s not right.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you quipped. He laughed again, and you smiled with your eyes closed. “I’m sober.”

He smiled. “Sure you are.”

“Please.” His heart panged, never wanting to deny you a thing. You had him wrapped around your fingers. He didn’t say anything, and you opened your eyes but didn’t let up the grip around his neck. “Please, Az.” You pouted.

He took a deep breath and nodded, to which you closed your eyes again in contentment and let him out of your arms. He covered you with the blanket and made his way around your bed, laying on top of the covers. You snuggled into his side, exhaling happily. He absolutely beamed in adoration as he watched you. He waited for you to fall soundly asleep before begrudgingly untangling himself from your hold. He could only imagine your embarrassment if you woke up tomorrow to find he had stayed, despite how badly he wanted to. One day, he thought to himself. Once that line was crossed between the two of you, he would never leave your side. Stars continued to fall outside, lighting the world with brilliance, but there wasn’t a sight more beautiful to him than you in your peaceful state. He finally turned to leave the room with that sense of intoxication in his veins, stardust on his shoulders, your starry eyes on his mind, and his heart on his sleeve

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In ACOFAS we learned that Feyre randomly clings to Rhysand, because, you know, he died in the war. And Rhys clings to Feyre

Now imagine Feyre having a nightmare that Rhys dies and she's crawling half asleep on his chest, sobbing, to hear his heart beat and Rhys just strokes her hair and tells her "I'm here. I'm here, Feyre darling. I won't go away. Never again."

AHHHHHH

#how very dare you #a court of thorns and roses #feysand

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I can't stop laughing at anthony's white shirt like sir??? even the whitest, flimsiest of clothing shouldn't be THAT transparent when wet like,,, you intentionally brought that at the slut store

#lmfaooo yes #bridgerton s2

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who else genuinely believes that if one of the bridgerton brothers smiled at them their depression would be cured, raise your hand

#picture this #a high benedict bridgerton sees you in the foyer before dinner #and he just starts rambling about how beautiful and wonderful you are #i would absolutely die on the spot #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton

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“You are the bane of my existence”

“And the object of all my desires”

“Night and day, I dream of you”

“Do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced?”

#May god have mercy if a man ever said that to me I’d melt right off of existence #Bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony x kate #kanthony #Bridgerton spoilers

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my friend that I convinced to read ACOTAR with me hasn’t read any of Crescent City yet and I just told her that CC3 is coming out before ACOTAR5 and she is so upset that she’s been waiting to see Feysand again and I’m over here like

#i need her to read it asap but she’s reading TWOTQ #i can’t wait to see her reaction omfg #she’s going to be so mad that I didn’t tell her #acotar #hosab #feysand #hoeab #cc3 #acotar 5

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domestic sweetness!!!! getting groceries together, buying home decor together??? making traditions??? cooking dinner while badly singing along to the radio??? making each other breakfast in bed??? leaving notes around the house for each other??? i’m so soft,,,,

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I think predictable is fine. It's fun even. I love predicting things in a series and finding out I'm right. It's like the writers and I get to high-five one another because they set up a sensible plot and I put the pieces together.

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