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#azriel x emerie

Am I the only one that doesn’t feel the Elriel chemistry? I feel like their interactions are read into way too much haha

On the other hand i am the queen of crackships so no judgement

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ACOSF SPOILERS + CRACK THEORY WARNING

Okay this is mostly for my Emeriel shippers who are far too invested in this crackship. I wrote this long theory (and I mean long) in order to argue the viability of the ship still happening. Warning: do not get your hopes up, this is all a massive reach, but I might not get to write this post-ACOSF so please imagine, for a moment, with me, at your own risk. 

This was written five days before the release of ACOSF for future notes.

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idt anyone realises how desperate i am for that azriel pov once aocsf comes out

like from there we could see if elriel or emeriel is canon

im rooting for emeriel though

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Yea I said I was gonna be on hiatus, but I have things to say:

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I know this is Cassian and Emerie speaking, but I hope this is foreshadowing that she’ll finally, completely smile with another Illyrian male and you all know exactly who I mean.

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watch us clowning when emerie won’t show up in acosf and instead will be part of lucien’s (or elain’s) book

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If Feyre is the stars, then… Feysand.

If Nesta is the moon, then… Nessian

If Elain is the sun, then… Elucien

Azriel is a literal fucking shadow, Im unable to understand how he would match all the Elucien foreshadowing in Acotar.

If Emerie is the darkness, then… Emeriel

Also I love that all the ships begin with the women’s name. I just noticed.

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Dusk and Shadows

A/N: This is the last Chapter of Part 1. I’m not sure when Part 2 will come out exactly, but definitely nothing until ACOSF is out and read (by me). There will, however, be an Emeriel smut scene (not part of this fic) released later on in the week. Anyway, THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND GETTING ME BACK INTO WRITING!! <3 (also if anyone knows a synonym for “shadows” or “darkness” please let me know because the number of times I’ve managed to use them in this chapter is just astounding)

Warning: violence, blood, discussions of trauma and abuse

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Summary:  Emerie, shopkeeper and spy for the Illyrian rebellion, had a simple task when she befriended the High Lady’s sister, Nesta Archeron: get info on the High Lord. However, when things turn south after a disastrous encounter with the Inner Circle, Emerie may risk both the rebellion and her own safety when she is approached mysteriously by the Shadowsinger who has motives of his own.

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Part 1 - Chapter 5

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If Emeriel happens:

Imagine Azriel bringing Emerie to Rosehall to meet his mother and she just sees the scars and the tough exterior and goes,“Mine.”

And Emerie has a mother after not having one for so long and not really ever forgiving her parents for clipping her. And she’s loved and cherished and she gets someone who asks her if she’s sleeping when she does too many long hours at the clothier shop and makes all her favorite foods for her. And I just 😥Emerie and Az’ mom

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“All Night” by Beyoncé is an Emeriel song and you can’t change my mind. Like, look at the first verse:

Found the truth beneath your lies

And true love never has to hide

I’ll trade your broken wings for mine

I’ve seen your scars and kissed your crime

LIKE SARAH, PLEASE MAKE THIS SHIP A THING

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Part 3

Summary: Rhysand has been killed by his enemies from Hewn City, and Feyre has died with him because of a secret pact between them no one knew about. Keir, Rhysan’s only male relative, has inherited the crown of the Night Court and the High Lord’s magic, and he is taking revenge on each and every member of Rhysand’s Inner Circle one by one. Azriel’s been taken, and Emerie has only one chance to save him before he is executed in two days.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long.

Also, I read in the phone app someone asking to be included in the tag list, but when I later looked for them from my laptop to reply I couldn’t fin the rb, so if you sent me a message asking to be on the list and you are not, let me know again, pls

Tagging:  @illyrianwitchling​  @arinbelle@bookstantrash@mireillemystique@silvernesta@thatoddgirl777@angrypotatofairy@azrielsgirl@thalia-2-rose​​

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Emerie

She still had a chance to save Azriel from death. It costed her every favour she was owed and every promise made to her father by other merchants and business owners in the trafficking line from Hewn City to Windhaven, but she finally put her plan in motion.

Her father had been the one illyrian in the camp who sold silk garments, and that had its perks. To travel with such materials was expensive, they required a lot more care than other goods transported from the cities to the mountains. Many inn owners who had their establishments along the way had made deals with Emerie’s father so he would alter the route he gave the hauliers, forcing them to spend the night in their taverns. It was a longer path, and he had to wait for an extensive time to get the goods, but he would always get something in return.

Emerie put out the bluish fire in her living room and run downstairs to prepare her bundle for the voyage. She tried to remain confident, reminding herself of how capable she was, how strong Azriel was, and how everything was going to be okay.

She had had only a few really nice pieces of clothing growing up, all the good stuff was for the clients. Her father hadn’t been a greedy male, but he had been careful to make sure she would be safe once he was no longer around. Business and property were rarely inherited by a female in Illyria, he had wanted to make sure she would have a safety net if she ever needed to get out. If anything ever happened, if the competition got too hard and she felt threatened, there was a whole net of people she could resort to and ask for help. They had been in debt with her father for years -centuries- waiting for him to name the price of his service.

Even before she had received the answering letter from Keir, she had contacted them. Emerie had written her cry for help on a piece of paper and hurled it into the flames coming out of the chimney. It would get to all of them, and if she was lucky, they would be willing to keep their promises when she got to their doors. She had also sent the same message to four smugglers she knew, people who had no connections to her father -an honorable and cautiuos male- but who knew her, and whom she had dealt with in the past.

One of them had been the one to deliver her first letter to Keir. She had written it with perfect handwriting, not letting the ink reflect her fear. She knew the address of the High Lord’s residency in the city; it was the place where Morrigan used to have her official house too.

“When they still ruled over that people” she had thought.

As soon as she heard from the new Camp Lord that Azriel had been found, she sent him the letter and secured it with a wax seal Nesta had gifted her. She knew from Azriel’s stories how twisted the male was and how much he would enjoy a chance of torturing her too, even if it was just psychologically; that’s where her hopes had laid. Keir agreed to her petition, and now she found herself three days afar from Hewn City, and with only one day to get there before her mate was killed.

“I’ll make it in time” she told herself. She didn’t need to pack much, she had no intention to drink or eat until she got to the Great Hall’s doors. Just in case, she put a bottle of water inside her bundle.

Emerie run out of her shop, the same building where she had lived for over 500 years. She didn’t give herself time to say goodbye to the place. She wanted to, but she would rather save those minutes for now, just in case they were the difference between getting to Az in time or not. She was not sentimental, anyway. She jumped to get on the horse and spurred it.

The Illyrian had no attachments to the animal, but she felt bad for it. She was going to put him through hell.

Emerie knew the way, and she rode as fast as the horse could. She was taking the longer route, the one her father’s hauliers used, because only that way she would find a friendly inn when she needed to. Galloping, she didn’t stop when the animal started to complain. She didn’t stop when the horse’s knees became weaker, and only once she gave it enough time to recover from the effort of crossing a freezing cold creek before she pricked it again.

The wind cut her face, the coldness of the early morning making it a little hard to breath. But she didn’t stop, she didn’t say a word. She was going to gallop on that horse until it gave out. Her mount complained a few times again, but Emerie didn’t listen and forced it to keep going, running as fast as it could, if not faster. She had no time.

It was noon when the horse let her know it simply couldn’t keep walking.

“Come on, boy, were are close, just four miles away” Emerie tried to reason with the animal, who fell on its knees. She had thought the beast was strong enough to take her to the next stop on the way, the first inn one could find after getting out of the camps -or the last one, when travellers came from outside the mountains to Illyria-. It had taken her 4 hours to get there without an actual pause on their way. She really had thought the horse could keep their rhythm for a little longer, and based on that she had decided to stay on the dirt path instead of deviating from it. If Emerie had done that, she would have found the first smuggler she had sent her message to. He was waiting for her.

“He may be waiting for you” she corrected herself. She had no guarantee that the male had actually answered her request. That was one of the reasons she didn’t want to deviate from the route, which was already the longest one. She didn’t have a way to know if her plea had been answered.

The illyrian had no idea if he would actually be there. She wasn’t naive enough to trust him, and she wasn’t desperate enough to forget who she was racing against: Keir. Cauldron knew what he had planed to put in her way, and who he might have sent to stop her from reaching the Great Hall’s doors.

So, what are you going to do?” she asked herself. “Go back and find him, or keep walking to the village ahead?

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Dusk and Shadows

A/N: So um…. that took longer for me to write than I promised. Oops (life + writers block happens). ~Anyway, this is the second to last chapter for Part 1, and hopefully I can get Chapter 5, the last chapter for Part 1, out this week. There will also most likely be an extra Emeriel smut scene out right after Chapter 5 is out, so look out for that.

Warning: graphic descriptions at some certain points

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Summary:  Emerie, shopkeeper and spy for the Illyrian rebellion, had a simple task when she befriended the High Lady’s sister, Nesta Archeron: get info on the High Lord. However, when things turn south after a disastrous encounter with the Inner Circle, Emerie may risk both the rebellion and her own safety when she is approached mysteriously by the Shadowsinger who has motives of his own.

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Part 1 - Chapter 4

The clipping post burned like a funeral pyre under the gray midday sky. Emerie– heading out for the day’s deliveries  –stopped at the edge of the growing crowd to watch the angry flames tear away at the wooden boards which had been darkened with the blood of the Illyrian women for centuries. The beams which the females had been strapped to during the clippings were now collapsed under the heat, and the clipping knife, jagged-edged to make the mutilation all the more painful, lay discarded in the ashes at the base of the flame-bathed platform. Emerie’s throat tightened at the site. This should have happened long ago. But it burned now, and those angry orange flames were all she could see. 

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In acomaf Azriel longs for Mor.

In acowar he longs for Elaine.

In acofas he longs to disband Illyrian rebel for seeking freedom. I-

So who know in acosf Azriel might long to be with emerie and our crack ship might sail.

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Ever since SJM mentioned that Azriel was into BDSM ⛓🔗 I’ve been stalking the kinky tag. And let me tell you-

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So SJM refuses to gives us names for the most beloved characters in acotar. So here are some of my personal head cannons for their last names.

Rhysand

  • No last name is going to ever be more satisfying then Darling. Rhysand Darling. Because he’s been calling his own mate that from the beginning. It’s would come full circle. Hello Feyre Darling… he’s been manifesting her to be his wife. Idk but it’s just the most Rhysand thing to do.

Feyre Archeron Darling

Cassian

  • I always wanted his last name to be something about the moon. His mate is so often compared to the moon in the teasers. So Cassian Moonbeam. And it belonged to his mother, I’m not crying you are 😭. Or something in Illyrian that means Moon would be beautiful 🥰

Nesta Archeron Moonbeam

Azriel

  • I imagine silhouette, because he wants to sever his connection with his father, so he takes his mother last name. He’s embarrassed because it sound feminine but loves it because he adores his mother. So Azriel Silhouette. It literally means shadowy!

Emerie Silhouette

Lucien Vanserra

  • At least we have this one guys

Elain Archeron Vanserra

Mor

  • For Mor I imagine something that means beauty, or warrior, or truth. But I can’t think of one

Amren Darkling

  • She creates it herself.
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Part 2

Summary: Rhysand has been killed by his enemies from Hewn City, and Feyre has died with him because of a secret pact between them no one knew about. Keir, Rhysan’s only male relative, has inherited the crown of the Night Court and the High Lord’s magic, and he is taking revenge on each and every member of Rhysand’s Inner Circle one by one. Azriel’s been taken, and Emerie has only one chance to save him before he is executed in two days.

A/N: To the people who thought the last chapter had a lot of angst… sorry in advance. This is a long one.

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Azriel’s cell under Hewn City hadn’t existed a year ago, when he was still the Spymaster of the Night Court. The space had been built in record time just for him, and the spymaster couldn’t help but wonder if Keir had given an order to create a personal nightmare for each member or Rhysand’s Inner Circle, or if it was just for him. The light was blinding and came from the ceiling. Not even his body could cast a shadow on the marble floor because of how intense it was. It felt like an endless noon, with the sun right above and not a shadow to be seen. The cell’s walls were not average either. They were not made of raw stone or bricks, it was a flat rock surface without any breaks or divisions where a tiny shadow could grow. He was absolutely powerless there.

Maybe this is life’s way to punish me for my crimes” he thought. The white floor was so smooth he could get a glimpse of his own reflection. It was not neat, but he could still tell that his black hair was long enough to almost cover his eyes. 

That’s what gave him the idea.

Azriel knew for sure it had been less than a day since they shove him inside of the cubicle. His whole body was tense, eager to get out before he had the chance of discovering the variety of tortures Keir and his subjects had planned for him. To take revenge on him. Azriel had known a day might come in which he had to answer for all the pain he inflicted on others, and he had been ready to endure it. But now that his destiny was so close, he felt scared. He hadn’t thought he would feel that way when death lastly approached him, but he did. Because he had dreamed of his own life ending many nights, but in his reveries, Rhysand and Feyre were alive, Amren was alive, Mor and Cassian were safe, and Emerie was still a stranger who had recently befriended Nesta Archeron.

He realized with horror that he hadn’t dreamed about his final day coming since they met. Not once had the urge of punishing himself with self-inflicted nightmares come to him since Emerie forced herself into his life with her loud arrogance and big presence. He could only look forward, to what the next day by her side might bring.

The bright light of his cell didn’t allow him to sleep, so he didn’t even get the chance of trying to imagine her in the scenario. That was probably for the best. Azriel didn’t want her to see him when his life was taken from him, even if her face was the one thing he wished to see before his eyes were closed forever.

Azriel had always understood balance. He thived from it. His power was not darkness, like many people assumed, but the mastering of shadows; those that came from both obscurity and light. He was sure darkness would come into his cell sooner or later. They had built new spaces to torture them, sure, but the protocol of Hewn City’s prison was sill the same. He only had to wait and it would come to him.

For how long?” he asked himself. They kept Amren there for a month, but Keir’s people would probably hold him for a longer time just to enjoy torturing him with no hurry.

Vengeance upon him, what Keir had wanted from the moment Rhysand sittted on the Night Court throne’s for the first time and declared him his enemy instead of making him his mentor. Azriel, a bastard born and a lesser faerie having a bigger role in the Court’s politics than he did. He was above Keir, who was of royal blood, and that couldn’t be forgiven. Nor all the humiliations that came next.

Azriel stood up and walked around his cell. There was nowhere to sit or lay, so he had to “go for a walk” pretty often to avoid his muscles becoming sore. It was tiring, and he thought it could help him get some sleep. His wings were tied, but no one touched them further. They didn’t dare. His name still had power in the Night Court, battle-hardened soldiers flinched at the sound of it. He had a reputation, and even the people who found an imprisoned him were wise enough to be scared of the tied up and unarmed Illyrian shadowsinger.

Besides, if he stayed on the floor, he would eventually get bored, and when that happened, his thoughts went straight back to Emerie. Every moment he didn’t spend scheming a way out of the prison was invested into regretting their last encounter.

After a lifetime of chasing the wrong love, he found her, and barely a year after, they were forced to part. He could have proposed to her, but instead, he was the one who suggested never binding themselves together.

For your safety” he had said. And she had agreed.

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I have so many crackships involving Emerie 😂

Azriel and Emerie

Nesta and Emerie (although Nessian for life)

Elain and Emerie

or even…..Lucien and Emerie

fuck man, Az & Emerie (or Elain & Emerie) would be FUCKING ELITE. I need it to happen.

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