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slytherhys · 4 months

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12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

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4th day of Christmas - Ice Skating

Better Safe than Sorry (Elriel Drabble)

Velaris in the Winter was like a fairytale come to life. Small wooden stalls dotted the bank of the Sidra, vendors selling everything from hot beverages, to books, to trinkets from every other court. Fairy lights hung between lampposts, giving the city an ethereal glow even in the soft light of the Winter sun. Just to the side of the river, a rink of ice welcomed everyone for a spin, the laughter of children filling the air alongside the cheery music that so often played the streets.

It was truly a Winter Wonderland, and Feyre couldn’t be gladder she had dragged Rhys and everyone else to enjoy the festivities alongside the Velarians.

Even if her attention now lied elsewhere.

Feyre took a sip of her hot cocoa, frowning as her eyes followed Elain struggling to stand straight on her skates for longer than 3 seconds. Elain leaned against the barrier surrounding the ring, her cheeks rosy as she let out an embarrassed chuckle, eyes rising to whoever stood to her side.

She felt, rather than saw, Nesta approach her, shivering and cursing the cold under her breath. “Care to tell me why you’ve been standing here for the past ten minutes?” She asked. “It’s fucking freezing.”

It was – Feyre had lost feeling in her toes about 5 minutes ago, but she was just too enthralled to do anything about it. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to actually reply. Not when she spotted the male effortlessly skating towards Elain, a gentle smile on his face as he reached out a hand to help her.

“Feyre?” Nesta called again, huffing indignantly when she got no answer in return.

Feyre kept her eyes on the rink.

Elain, her hand in Azriel’s, tried to skate again, yelping as she stumbled against Azriel’s body the second she tried to move. Feyre tilted her head, watching as Azriel pulled her closer, head bent as he asked her something that earned him a blush and a nod.

“What are you looking at?” Nesta grumbled, eyes following Feyre’s line of sight. Feyre could feel the second Nesta spotted them, head tilting as well. “Oh.”

They watched as Elain and Azriel started to skate again, Elain much more at ease now that she was holding his hand, clinging to him - watching him - as if she feared she’d fall if she even dared step away. Azriel, for his turn, was watching her right back.

Neither seemed to notice the ease Elain now seemed to skate with.

Feyre hummed. “Didn’t Elain have skating lessons when she was younger?” She asked, watching as Elain “slipped” again; as Azriel immediately reached for her, hands going around her waist. Even from where she stood, Feyre could see the blush darkening his cheeks.

She finally turned to Nesta, as if trying to check if she was seeing what she was seeing.

Nesta smiled, a pleased look on her face. “Yes.” She smirked. “Yes, She did.”

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galaxyofstars · 1 day

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honestly the debate about whether feyre was qualified or not to be high lady wouldn't be such a big deal if the story stopped trying to frame her as the best at everything. it's ok if the only reason she is initially made high lady was to make her rhys' equal in the sense that he does not hold more power over her, and technically, legally, cannot command her, or force her to do anything. she's his mate, so he feels comfortable doing that very early on into the relationship. it's a statement of his love and trust of her, or rather, his respect of her as her own person. but as @ofbreathandflame elaborates on here, it doesn't actually say anything about feyre herself, and to claim that she has done something to earn being high lady causes problems and conflict, because, well, she didn't. she didn't earn the title at all. there are qualities she possesses that may give her the potential to be a good leader, but she is not there already.

and then of course there's the problem that even if the story focused on rhys 'making feyre his equal', there's still confusion, because she fundamentally is not his equal. and it's never elaborated on because sjm can't without highlighting the contradictory nature of it all, but rhys did not arbitrarily become high lord because he earned the support and was sworn in. it's not clear when a high lord begins his reign officially, but it's implied that it starts when the magic 'chooses' them. the magic chose rhys, not feyre, and that fact will always mean that he holds some level of power over her. and that's a whole other topic with no real solution, but i don't think it would be as much as a problem if the story didn't try so hard to insist that that dynamic did not exist at all.

and to be clear im not trying to criticise or shit on feyre, this is more in defense of her than anything. girl deserves better than being lied to.

#sorry im literally just rambling at this point but my point stands #sjm critical #anti sjm #acotar #acosf #feyre archeron #rhys #acomaf #acowar #first time i've hyperlinked another post and it was so easy what #felt very acomplished #if you can't tell im not great with tech lmao #im not old i just don't vibe with it #my sister is the tech person in my house and i rely on that a bit much lmao #do i post without editing/reading over it at a later date?#im going to and regret this later but oh well

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nanstgeorge · 7 months

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No one was my master—but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.

#feyre archeron #feyrearcheronedit #acotaredit #my edits*#litedit #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #acotar #a court of mist and fury #acomaf #a court of wings and ruin #feyre

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simmanin · 1 month

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collaging is my guilty pleasure lol

Quotes all from ACOWAR:

Chapter 15, Chapter 29, & Chapter 69

#elain archeron #acotar #acomaf #acowar #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #azriel acotar #pro elucien #the clever fox #the lovely fawn #feyre archeron #rhysand #maasverse #sarah j maas #sjmaas #the autumn court #the spring court #the night court #elucien edit

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vicioux · 1 year

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I did not expect to see those doe-eyes peering at me from across the world.

#elain archeron #elain #pro elain #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #litedit #booksociety #acotaredit #acotar edit #elainsweekmarch2023 #second year in a row!!#theme is blues n greens for my girl this year <3 #what is this #graphic again still cant moodboard #still waiting on her book...

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ae-neon · 1 year

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The Archeron Sisters.

#acotar #nesta archeron #elain archeron #feyre archeron #the archeron sisters #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #pro nesta #pro elain #pro feyre #poc acotar #poc edit #lit edit #acotar modern au #ae aesthetics

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lyssasdrafts · 29 days

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this song is so azriel 💙

#— lyssa’s thoughts #‘everything is blue’#i keep seeing these tiktok edits that remind me of him #team blue #acotar #acotar azriel #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #acomaf

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komoonyoungah · 2 years

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ACOTAR theory

I need to get this out of my head but I don’t know where to go with it so I’m going to put it here

I read ACOSF back in February and it’s almost October now and I still can’t shake off the feeling that all the previous books have been leading up to this one. Like this isn’t a spin-off but the main event. Like everything that happened with Feyre was child’s play to prepare for Nesta’s takeover not as the FMC but as the High Queen. Hear me out.

I’m sure Nesta will build the Valkyrie. She already has the mightiest general of Illyria at her side. She has Gwyn and Emerie who, let’s face it, are the strongest baddest females of the series. If Azriel ends up with Gwyn (fingers crossed) she’ll have him and his shadows too. If Mor and Emerie do become a thing, she’ll have her too. The main forces will naturally shift to her. All Rhys will be left with is powerless Amren and Elain and her gardens. Not to mention a baby and a birth-weakened Feyre.

But more importantly than all of that, it was Nesta who executed every life or death moment when it mattered even before the proper character development.

It wasn’t Rhysand who killed Hybern. Nesta did.

It wasn’t Rhysand who killed Briallyn. Nesta did.

It wasn’t Rhysand who defeated the cauldron, Nesta did.

It wasn’t Rhysand who the Dread Trove revealed itself to, Nesta was.

It wasn’t Rhysand who made the Great weapons, Nesta did.

In ACOSF when the blacksmith brings the weapons to Rhys and Amren tries to convince him to use them, he says “I was born with my powers. I didn’t earn them.” I wholeheartedly agree. He never done anything to earn him his position. Whereas Nesta is actively building herself (to become a leader imo). She said she doesn’t want to be a weapon for someone else. That she wants to wield her power herself and lead others—presumably the Valkyrie. She’s constantly learning and discovering and leading from literal scratch. Worse than scratch. She’s starting from dust particles.

On top of all that, while Rhys’s abilities are impressive and all that, his is merely fancy magic. Nesta, on the other hand, is basically god. She TOOK from the cauldron with her teeth and imbued herself with their gods essence. Nesta is the only character in the series who has a personal one on one conversations with the Mother. She *negotiates* with the gods directly. They all pray and hope. She has a direct hotline to them.

All of this can’t be meaningless.

This is just my theory but I’d be so disappointed if SJM reduces Nesta to a mere weapon for Rhys because this fandom is horny. Nesta Archeron has the potential to be the greatest feminist icon ever written only if SJM doesn’t heed the Feysand cheer squad.

#acotar #ACOSF #acomaf #nesta archeron #pro nesta #sjm books #edited: Briallyn’s name typo #i still stand by everything I said

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darling-archeron · 2 years

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the story of feyre archeron, as told by taylor swift’s midnights.

this album has me in a chokehold and so many of the songs reminder me of feyre, so i couldn’t resist taking a little break from my creative hiatus to make a few quick edits. <3

#acotar #acomaf #feysand #feyre #acotar edit #taylor swift #rhysand #tamlin #sjm #mine #a court of thorns and roses #yes i took liberties rearranging the lyrics of high infidelity lol

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curiousity-cell · 1 year

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thank you rhysand for serving us the best forbidden romance ever i’m so excited

art: yibiart, gessueter, rutisfree, amaatis :)

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slytherhys · 5 months

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12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

PS. I'm open to requests.

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1st day of Christmas - Christmas Decorating

New Traditions (Modern Elriel AU)

Living with Elain Archeron, Azriel had found, implied a great many things. For starters, there wasn’t a windowsill that wasn’t peppered with colourful vases, the leaves green and luscious all year around. The kitchen, now covered in all kinds of baking supplies he couldn’t even begin to name, was constantly in such a state of disarray that the simple task of getting a glass of water easily turned into a hefty task. He couldn’t complain – not when every day he was greeted by a different kind of pastry his girlfriend was eagerly trying for the first time.

These, however, were details Azriel had been expecting when he first asked Elain to move in with him. What he hadn’t expected, however, was the sight of the enormous garland covered in berries, orange slices and small pinecones, hanging on their front door. Nor did he expect the tiny, chubby snowman sitting on it, staring at him with unwarranted joy. Azriel scowled.

It was the first day of December.

He opened the door, briefly wondering if Bing Crosby’s voice was crooning from their neighbour’s living room and not theirs. If the sweet voice singing along wasn’t his girlfriend’s – who couldn’t possibly be decorating on the 1st day of December – and belonged to Mrs. Allis instead.

Such wishful thinking was short-lived.

The house, Azriel noticed, smelled distinctively of ginger and cinnamon, and the wooden table in the foyer, usually covered in random knickknacks and their house keys, now sported entirely too many candles and a knitted reindeer wearing a Christmas sweater, welcoming him home with an innocent smile. Azriel settled his keys next to it, feeling oddly disturbed.

Azriel eyed the kitchen with concern. He wouldn’t go in – not yet at least – but he could glimpse Elain’s baking supplies on the counter, as well as a plate filled with red velvet brownies. Azriel swallowed a groan, fighting the urge to eat one – Elain knew how much he loved red velvet, but this felt premeditated. It felt like a bribery.

He kept walking, following the sound of Elain’s voice as he pointedly ignored the gingerbread house kit on the kitchen table (and the fact it remained unopened). Apprehension coursed through his body as he eyed the mistletoe hanging in the archway leading to the living room. As it was, Azriel usually decorated on the week before Christmas, and that was if Cassian nagged him enough that he’d just give up and put up whatever crappy decorations he had gotten throughout the years (read an old, plastic Christmas tree and a few random Christmas ball that didn’t really look good together). Azriel rarely spent Christmas in his own house, so it had never made much sense to decorate in the first place.

Elain, however, clearly had different plans.

Sure, this was their first Christmas together, but he couldn’t say he had expected this much…dedication on her part.

Azriel stopped in his tracks just as he reached the living room, eyes widening as he took in every single detail. Their once cosy living room was no longer. Their couch, a beige, dull thing by default, was covered in a fuzzy, checkered blanket, white pillows dotting its cushions. The usually empty mantelpiece was now covered by a green garland, dotted with fairy lights. Hanging from it, two stockings – one with an A stitched into it, the other with an E (if he seemed to smile at the sight of it, it was purely a muscle spasm).

He fought the urge to groan, side-eyeing the checkered blanket with horror once again. At least, he thought, there were no knitted animals in the living room.

Needless to say, he wasn’t entirely convinced on the Christmas decorations.

His girlfriend, however, was a sight to behold. He crossed his arms, fighting to not let his amusement show as he watched her. Even in her pyjamas and frowning at the tangled Christmas lights in her hands, Elain was lovely. Her cheeks were slightly pink, lips pursed in concentration as she appeared to fight the knotted mess in front of her (it seemed to Azriel she was losing, but he refrained from commenting on it). There was an old Christmas hat on her head, one Azriel faintly recalled taking home from one of Cassian’s holiday parties. It was entirely too big on her head, but it only made her all the more charming.

She was sitting on the floor, right next to a very tall, very bare Christmas tree. More boxes littered the floor around her, but Elain remained humming, unconcerned and completely unaware of Azriel’s presence in front of her.

Azriel hated to ruin her peace, but the checkered blanket seemed to mock him from the couch. He cleared his throat, face stoic ever as Elain yelped and looked up, eyes widening as she blushed.

“You’re home!” She greeted, standing up as she unceremoniously dropped the Christmas lights on the floor. Azriel raised an eyebrow, watching her as she turned down the volume of the music.

“What are you doing?” He asked, briefly wondering if this was one of those times Nesta had accused him of taking himself too seriously. Whatever that meant.

Elain, however, wasn’t deterred by his seriousness. She smiled prettily. “Decorating.”

Azriel made a show of raising both eyebrows. “It’s the 1st of December.”

“Yes.” She simply said, as if that explained everything.

“It’s the first of December.” He said again, not sure she had heard him correctly the first time.

“I’m aware.” She said, pushing the beanie away from her eyes. She did look adorable. “I’m in a festive mood. I wanted to do some light decorating.”

“Light?” He was vaguely aware he sounded like a crabby old man. Elain was too if the twitch in her lips was any indication. “Isn’t this all too much?” He still asked, eyeing the blanket.

He truly didn’t like that thing.

Elain blinked. Then she blinked again, taking in their living room. The couch, the tree, the mantle garland. Then she frowned. “Are you messing with me?”

Azriel scoffed. “Why would I be messing with you?” He took a step in her direction and Elain eyed him suspiciously. “There’s a gingerbread house in our kitchen.”

“No, there’s a gingerbread house kit in our kitchen.” She explained very slowly. “We’re going to build it together.”

“No, we’re not.” He chuckled, but his smile quickly fell away at her raised eyebrows. “We are?” He asked, frowning even as she walked towards him, a pretty smile on her lips.

“We are.” Elain said, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “But I made you red velvet brownies as a reward.” She whispered.

Azriel groaned, pressing his head against her neck, making her squeal as his beard tickled her skin. “You can’t distract me with brownies.”

“Are you sure?”

Azriel chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist as he pushed the Christmas hat away from her eyes. “I am.”

“Well, can I distract you with something else?” She asked, her fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Azriel hummed, pressing his nose against her neck, taking her in for the first time in hours. He was almost distracted. Almost.

“Can we at least get rid of that blanket?”

Elain frowned, eyeing the couch. “What’s wrong with the blanket?”

Well, its very existence was wrong, in his opinion, and he opened his mouth to say just that.

“Nesta gave it to me.”

He promptly closed his mouth. The blanket was staying, then. Mother’s tits.

He cleared his throat. “And the tree?” He asked instead, trying to swiftly change the subject. Elain eyed with him a cheeky smirk, making it clear she was fully aware she had won the fight before it even begun.

Gods, he loved her.

“Were you going to start decorating it now?”

“Oh, well. No.” Elain turned shy, chuckling nervously. “I actually wanted to decorate it with you.”

“Right.” He nodded. “On the 1st of December?” He asked. Just to be sure. Elain chuckled, playfully pushing him away even as he tightened his hold around her.

She looked at the tree, avoiding his eyes. “I just wanted to give you a new tradition.” She shrugged. “Our own tradition.”

Oh. Oh.

He was an absolute fool.

Azriel looked at her, his heart beating wildly inside his chest. “You did, love?”

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “If you want to, that is.”

It was all he could do not to drop to his knees and show her exactly how much he did.

He kissed her instead, his tongue seeking hers, his hands roaming around her body. He groaned at the taste of her, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Elain smiled against his lips.

“Is that a yes?” She asked, gasping as his hands found her ass.

“How could I ever say no to you?” And little did she know how much he really meant it.

Which would explain why, merely hours later, Azriel could be found wearing a stupid Christmas hat, ignoring the stupid checkered blanket, and helping Elain put up the last of the ornaments on the too big Christmas tree. And if he had a smile on his face…

Well, that had everything to do with the girl in his arms.

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