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solbaby7 · 19 hours
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If ur still taking requests can i ask for azriel x reader. Where reader and Az are newish friends. One day Elain asks reader for help on how to please a man (I imagine elain always on her back 🤷‍♀️). Reader asks elain if its to show Az and elain just blushes sweetly saying "maybe". Reader being a girls girl shows elain how to be ontop and how to do other favors like if they were besties. ( idk if uve seen game of thrones but a girl shows khalessi how to ride khal drogo. The girl straight up straddles her with clothes on of course, And shows her. I have it in my head that while reader straddles elain Az walks in and is like 😮😮). Readers a bit jealous cuz she has a mini crush on azriel but doesnt show it. She sees elain with some hickies and what not and she decides she cant be around Az anymore (hurts too much blah idk lol). Az is like wtf! Turns out that Elain was asking for sexy help for lucien!!! Doesnt have to be detailed smutty at all, whatever ur comfortable with is cool with me. Oh btw i so so loved that possessive toxic azriel fic u posted the other day. 🫠🫠🫠 🥵🥵🥵
I love love love love love this idea! So happy you requested it🤍💗
Teach Me
azriel x reader
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“Well—can you help me with that?” A furious blush fans across Elain’s cheeks, eyes wide and hands fumbling at her sides. Dainty fingers dig into the intricate lace detailing of her dress, nails raking over the pattern in attempts to calm the racing of her heart.
“You want to know how to please a male,” You repeat gently, slightly shocked after she’d timidly slipped into your bedroom with flushed cheeks and sweaty palms. It took Elain ten whole minutes to reign in her rambling until she’d finally blurted it out. “Anyone in particular?” She doesn’t meet your eye, shifting her weight from foot to foot and your stomach rolls at the turn your mind takes. Elain had been spending a lot of time around Azriel; afternoons spent tending to the garden and evenings were blocked off to trail behind as she baked some new sweet treat. “Az, maybe?”
“Maybe,” Elain mutters softly, subtly taking in the contents of your room. The pictures propped against your side table and the endless jars and creams stacked neatly on your vanity. “Can you please teach me?”
Pushing side your curiosity, you offer an encouraging smile, patting at the spot beside you on the bed. “Come here.” The first step is hesitant and so is the one that follows but Elain still finds herself following the gentle command and complying even further when you urge her to lie back. You can feel her thighs shake when you swing a leg over to straddle them but the trembling subsides when you adjust her hair and straighten out her dress. “Sex is like a dance.”
Immediately, she’s hooked, hanging onto every word as if you were the Mother herself coming down for a personal visit. Briefly, Elain’s gaze flicks to the door, shoulders relaxing when noting its shut and locked; curtains drawn and the fireplace crackled with life. The smell of you is everywhere. Something light yet memorable, soft and elegant, classic and slightly sweet—soothing in every way. “A dance?”
“It starts off slow,” You begin, a sliver of your abdomen exposed in your Night Court attire. A breathable onyx top that seemed to wrap around your chest like a bandage, blending into a lighter material that was slightly see-through. “Lingering glances from across the room, the heat of feeling his eyes watching you long after you’ve looked away.” Her confusion is palpable in her furrowed brows and slight pout. “Love always begins in the eyes—I’ve heard of women who’ve finished males with nothing more than their gaze alone.”
“Finished?” Your brow raises, a teasing smirk accompanying it and the implication alone has Elain’s cheeks rosy once more. “Oh, gods. I don’t think I’m capable of anything like that.”
Your fingers trace along the length of her bare arms, holding her hands and guiding them to the sides of her head as you hover, voice low. “You are a woman. You’re capable of anything.”
Elain swallows thickly, taking in the words as if it were the first time she truly wanted to believe them. “What if he doesn’t like it? Like me or the fact that I’m not very experienced.”
“They don’t care about if you have experience or not. They simply desire what they’ve never had.” She hangs onto every word, analyzing the way you guide her through the motions of what she’d do. Talking her through the scenarios on how she’d touch; when to kiss and gently tug at hair. Eventually the blushing becomes less frequent, Elain’s eyes fluttering closed as she visualized it, working through the new feelings that brewed at the thought of being able to use such teachings.
“And they like that? Us on top?”
“If you like it then they’ll love it.” You rest her hands at your waist, demonstrating the sensual rocking of hips going back and forth. “Fae males are not like the human men you were accustomed to—all sweet and gentle. Fae’s fuck. They take control,” You’re still above her, watching as her thoughts race a mile a minute, thick lashes fluttering before she moves in a flurry. Quickly the position is changed and while it’s a little sloppy, Elain was obviously paying attention as she hooks her leg over your thighs the same way you had hers. “Good job—exactly like that.”
She lets out a laugh, seemingly surprised in her own actions but the thrill of it all is evident across ethereal features. “My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.”
“Breathe through it and always remember that no matter how highly you think of him in your mind, no matter how highly others think of him—in that room, he belongs to you. There for you to do as you please and if you’re ever uncomfortable you can always say no. You can always stop no matter how far you’ve gotten.”
Elain nods in understanding, dainty fingers barely gripping at your wrists. “Thank you for this. I don’t know what I’d do if—just, thank you.”
She lingers a tad longer, following every instruction you give and just as you’re about to correct her, your door creaks open. A familiar voice calls out your name, shadows slinking across the wallpaper but they freeze once they take you in—sprawled out against the bed with Elain straddling you, hands pinned by your head.
“We were just—“ Elain scrambles off of you, cheek and chest a furious red as her mouth opens and closes; unable to come up with a reasonable explanation before she’s sliding past Azriel and rushing down the hallway.
“Most people knock.”
But Az wasn’t most people. You’d been friends for years and long since had he forgone the formality of knocking before entering. He hasn’t moved an inch, still donning his fighting leathers and surely he must’ve just rushed in from flying because his hair was a fucking mess. Inky strands lay messily atop his head, flopping over his forehead and teasing the thick of his brows. “What was that?” A finger points in the direction Elain had just disappeared off too and you’re unable to explain why such anger swells in your gut—all too aware of the fact that another female would be using your moves on him.
Seducing him in a manor that belonged to you but would never actually be you.
“Just wait a little, I’m sure it’ll make sense soon.” Confusion sweeps over the angles of his face at the vagueness of your words, skewing the corners of his mouth and you have to physically tear your eyes away before you did something stupid. Like, kiss him. You suck in a sharp breath, a hand curling around the doorknob. “You should get to bed, Az. It’s late.”
You can’t bear to see the look on his face when you close the door on him but it was for the best. It was one thing crushing on him while knowing he wanted another. But it was more complicated now, teaching the object of all his desires exactly what to do to him—how to please him and draw out the sounds you’d been dreaming about for decades.
You flop down on your bed, nose scrunching at the lingering smell of Elain on your pillows.
Sleep doesn’t grace you with her presence that night, instead offering a series of scenarios of what could be happening a few hallways down.
Elain’s back two days later, a goofy grin spread across her cheeks and a line of hickeys branding the side of her neck in a way that makes your stomach turn. It takes everything in you to hide the jealously, to smooth over the embarrassment of ever possibly thinking that Azriel would go for you when he had a blushing Archeron hanging off his arm. “I take it that it went well.”
“More than well,” Elain confessed, dressed in a pale shade of green with ivy’s laced into the thin sleeves. “It was perfect—everything was perfect thanks to you.” She continues on, divulging naughty details and devastating descriptions of Azriel’s fingers grazing at bare skin, the tickle of his hair against her cheek, the warmth radiating from his body when the nights chill became too much. “I’d always heard whispers about the males of Autumn but you guys really weren’t joking,” Your head tilts to the side at that certain detail, brow quirking and your spoon halts its swirling about the teacup. “Fire really does run through their veins.”
“Autumn males?” Your hair flicks behind your shoulder with the wild way you turn to face her, arms crossed loosely over your chest. “You were with Lucien last night?”
Elain nods with a knowing smile growing at the corner of full lips, the tulle of her dress shifting obnoxiously when she takes a seat on your bed.
“I guess I just assumed you’d be with Azriel.”
“Not quite my type,” She replies wistfully, gaze far away as if she were reminiscing on the night before and the male involved. “He’s yours though,” It’s not a question but a statement, thrown out there as if it were a known fact amongst others and you were the last to be let in. “—you like him.”
The teacup pressed to your lips muffles the words but Elain still understands perfectly clear. “”He’s my friend.”
“Friends don’t really look at friends the way he looks at you.” You swallow audibly, attempting to hide your interest and yet it’s the quick flick of your eyes that gives you away. “It’s exactly as you said the other night,” Elain raises from the bed, a gentle hand trailing up your arm the same way you’d done to her. “Love always begins in the eyes. Just look at him—really look at him and see what’s right in front of you.”
Your hands tremble in your lap and for the first time in a very long while, it was you that felt like the blushing virgin searching for answers and not knowing where to look. “I don’t think I’m capable of handling what I might find.”
“You are a woman,” Elain softly answers. “You’re capable of anything.”
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reispinkoveralls · 2 days
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The thing about Elucien is if you got them alone for 20 fucking minutes without the inner circle watching like hawks, they'd be best friends. Probably start holding hands without even realizing it.
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sydneymack · 2 days
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A Court of Thorns and Roses Characters
Artist: @natserpiece
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elrielsendgame · 3 days
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Azriel when he’s not with Elain:
“Too many razor sharp thoughts sliced him any time he grew still long enough for them to strike.”
Azriel when he’s WITH Elain:
“His head went quiet.”
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cinnibelle · 3 days
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“And I think Elain - Elain would like it, too. Though she’d probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet. I smiled at the thought- at how handsome they would be together. ” [ACOMAF]
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skyjasper · 3 days
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Betray You Like A Man.
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Azriel X Rhys sister oc (but Rhys Centric kinda?! Rhys and Az angst?)
Summary: HOFAS bonus chapter inspired. Azriel and his mate Y/N Moonbeam aka Rhysands little sister have been hiding for over 50 years. When her older brother finds out he is anything but happy.
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Warnings: mentions of SA, Yelling, lots and lots of Angst, quite Az.
Words: 1,382.
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She and Azriel had been seeing each other secretly for over 50 years now. They had been through hell and back together, finding out about Rhysand under the mountain, Supporting her brother with his mate, fighting a damned war, and even finding out they were mates. Not once did either of them let on to their secret relationship, always passing each other with cold glances and curt words. The only form of kindness shown was on important occasions. But the minute they were alone, when they got back to their secret apartment, they were perfectly fine.
That was until Rhysand barged into Azriel’s apartment yelling something about Nesta telling Feyre something about their babe and found the two of them laying on the floor. Y/N reading and Azriel mulling over paperwork with a biscuit. In an instant, albeit a second too late, Azriel’s wing was covering her. Rhysands words fell away and he stood still, she could see him just barely through her mate's wing but she knew that her older brother could smell her.
“Azriel,” Rhysand growled out. With a knowing sight, Azriel released his wing that covered Y/N’s frame, not hiding her wings.
The moment Rhysands eyes found her matching violet ones he turned and walked out, slamming the door. She turned her head to her mate whose eyes were glazed over in silent conversation, she decided to listen to what Rhys had told him.
“Do we go? We should probably give him time to calm down shouldn’t we?” She asked, staring at Azriel’s golden eyes. He just nodded quietly.
Silently and with deathly calmness they gathered themselves and flew to the river house. She winced as they walked in the door, taking in the ruined vases and the loud shouting of her other brother and sister trying to calm Rhysand down.
“I DO NOT CARE. THAT IS MY SISTER.” He screamed at Cassian. She turned to Azriel, putting a hand on his chest to stop him,
“Maybe I should go in there alone.” She offered. And with a short nod he agreed, before she could walk away he grabbed her arm, and with a deadly voice he spoke,
“If he even thinks about yelling at you I will be in there. I will just be right outside.” Then he let go so she could enter the room. When she did she gasped at the sight of her older brother.
“Rhysand,” she spoke firmly, only slightly scared as his raging eyes turned on her.
“Is that bastard here?!” He spoke.
“It doesn’t matter, Rhysand.” She went to place her hand on his arm when he flinched away and stared at her with disgust.
“Don’t even get me started on you.” He raised his voice, tears springing to her eyes at his reaction. The pair of them had always been as thick as thieves, never staying mad, and definitely never yelling at each other like this.
In an instant, Azriel was behind her, hands on her waist to inform her he was behind her. Her brother didn’t even glance at the male behind her before continuing,
“I can’t believe you slept with my brother like some common whore.” He spat out like a slap in the face, he knew what she had been through, what she had done for him while he was under the mountain. A cry fell out of her mouth, his words inflicting more pain than any physical blow could.
Before she could say anything the entire room went still, the bottom half of the room covered in angry shadows. Before she could blink her mate had her brother around the throat against the wall.
“Be very careful how you talk about my mate,” Azriel growled, she could feel his anger festering through the bond. She sent a comforting phantom hand over his shoulder.
“Your mate?!” Rhysand laughed, “That’s hilarious brother, no one could ever love a bastard like you. We all know it, just admit it Azriel, you aren’t capable of loving a female.”
And then it was Y/N who was on top of her brother, facing him with a slap that resonated throughout the entire room. Not a single soul spoke as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. Not even Feyre said anything as her sister-in-law hit her mate.
“Fuck you Rhysand.” She yelled. “Fuck you for reacting like this! You are nothing but a cowardly piece of shit. You blame everyone else for everything that is your fault. Did you ever stop and think as to why we didn’t tell you?!” She yelled, Rhysands mouth opened to respond but she continued, “No Rhysand, you don’t get to speak. Maybe if for once in your godsforsaken life actually looked at anyone other than your mate you see that the people around you are going through shit! You would see the face that Elain is on the verge of breaking, that Nesta was going through something none of us could possibly imagine, that Cassian was coping and that I, your fucking sister, was traumatized. I get it Rhysand, what you went through under the mountain, trust me I get it, but it does not give you the right to treat everyone else like shit because they don’t react the same way you do to trauma. You do not get to sit here and act like my brother trying to defend my honor when you haven’t actually acted like a decent brother for the past 3 years!” She screamed in his face.
She gave him one more resounding slap before standing up and finding Azriels hands.
“Do not come find us brother, for I do not want to see your pitiful face.”
Then, hand in hand with her mate, they left. They both flew, flew for hours till they were at the cabin Azriel had built for his mother before she passed. When they arrived and got out of the cold she sunk to her knees, tears finally flowing.
Az’s rough hands came to hold her face, “Shh my love, he is not worthy of your tears.” He murmured into her hair. Instead of trying to calm her again he just let her cry, not once letting her go, instead instructing his shadows to gather water and blankets.
So she fell asleep crying in his arms over the hurt her brother had caused. And when she woke she found Azriel’s dark hair. She stared at him as her fingers twirled in the onyx strands.
“You know what he said wasn’t true right, you know how to love and you are worthy of it Azriel. You and I are the proof, this right here,” she gestured in between the two, lightly pulling on the golden ribbon that flowed between them. “This is the proof. I love you beyond words Azriel. I know you feel the same shadow singer.” She told him. Observing as his hands tightened around her waist. They had both suffered far too much to let the words of her cruel brother diminish all the progress they had made.
It wasn’t easy at the beginning, getting Azriel to open up and come to accept himself. It took him years to realize he was worthy of her love. That he wasn’t a broken bastard.
“I love you beyond the sun and the stars, I would travel worlds for you Azriel. And if the stars would vanish then I would voyage through the darkness with nothing but my bare hands to find you.” She whispered, “I would rip the wings off my back if yours were ruined because I know how much you need to fly. I would kill gods and kings alike to ensure you are safe. For as long as I am alive you will no longer be alone ever again, you will always be loved. I will always love every part of you.” She brought his scarred hands to her lips and kissed the skin on them. When she released his hands her lips found his mouth.
“There are not enough words in this world for me to express my love for you Y/N Moonbeam, So instead let me show you.” He spoke against her lips before moving his kiss down her neck.
And show her he did.
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Elain x Azriel - A Court Of Thorns And Roses
Artist: dudledudlesss / @dudlesdudles
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bloomingdarkgarden · 2 days
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What Bloomed in the Darkgarden by ehoney
ELAIN ARCHERON | Cauldron-Made Seer
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A common argument I see against Elriel is that “I didn’t see any of their interactions as romantic” or something in that vain.
And I think it brings up an interesting argument about author intention and reader interpretation.
Just because you interpreted the text differently than what the author intended doesn’t make your interpretation correct.
Elriel is a good example of this and they don’t even need to be endgame in order for it to be true.
Even if you didn’t personally read Elain and Azriel’s interactions to be romantic or building towards something doesn’t mean that’s not what they were intended to be.
Spending time in the garden together, rescue, Truth-Teller, the potatoes, the headache powder, “something charged” between them, Nesta saying it was his secret to tell, never hers, was all meant to show us that something is growing between Elain and Az that we aren’t privy to.
And then the bonus chapter was meant to confirm it.
If all those interactions weren’t meant to mean something beyond friendship, the scene in the BC wouldn’t have happened.
To me, their feelings in that scene came as no shock because I thought SJM’s intentions had been pretty clear for a while.
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nikethestatue · 2 days
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We treat Elain's rescue scene by Azriel and Feyre as romantic, because it was romantic. That's all.
Unlike the other two rescues--Mor's and Gwyn's. Which were never meant to be romantic. One of the major differences between the 3 is that Elain was not physically harmed, unlike Mor and Gwyn.
Rescuing Mor was Azriel's decision, supported by Rhys, but Mor was terribly harmed and the basis of the rescue was not inherently romantic. It was about saving her life, when she had actual nails nailed in her body, when she was shamed and discarded by both her family and the Vanserras, and left bleeding and wounded in Autumn.
Gwyn's rescue was an accident and she was violated. So much so, Azriel was only able to throw something on her to cover her and then immediately handed her off to Mor. (Of course the whole thing was retconned, but that's a different post). Nothing about that incident was remotely romantic. Or even planned. He happened to be there, he killed her attackers, he stopped the assault and then he handed her to Mor and left.
What's more, BOTH of these rescues are off page. Someone's memory. A 'bloody memory' in Gwyn's case. In Mor's, a violent and traumatic memory.
Elain's rescue was on page. And it was LONG. A long chapter. And it started with a declaration of 'I am getting her back'. Decisive and unwavering. What's more, it's just like Mor's rescue--Azriel's first love. He was getting her back as well.
However, the aftermath of the rescue is completely different. Mor --again, HARMED and wounded--walks away from Azriel. She isn't listening to his love confession. She closes the door on them, leaving him behind, never to reopen that door.
In Elain's case, what starts the same way, ends very very differently.
The entire verbal exchange between her and Azriel is romantically coded language.
"You came for me"
"Hold tight and don't make a sound"
Azriel was cradling Elain to his chest, unwilling to release her.
Elain is unharmed when he finds her, and therefore, she is an active participant in her own rescue. She helps him, she defends him, she clings to him, but she is determined to save him just as much as he is determined to save her and Feyre.
Unlike with Gwyn, Azriel is NOT handing Elain off to anyone. It's the opposite. He clutches her closer to him, and Rhys is basically forced to tear her out of his embrace, even though again, she isn't wounded, and Azriel is. But the only thing that matters to Azriel is Elain, and not his own injuries or his torn wings. Not even his High Lady. Elain is his concern. The first thing he says is that the chains should be removed from her, not that he needs a healer. The chains are annoying, but they are not hurting her. Yet, Azriel's only concern is for her and he needs her to be comfortable first.
And in the end, Elain--unlike Mor--doesn't walk away. She turns around and she kisses his cheek--in gratitude and with a silent promise.
And that is the difference between the three rescues.
And that's why it's been mentioned 14 times (as someone recently counted) throughout the books, as a reminder of what Azriel did for Elain and how it impacted him and her.
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elainemg97 · 14 hours
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✨Elriel x Tangled ✨
“Now she's here, shining in the starlight
Now she's here, suddenly I know
If she's here, it's crystal clear
I'm where I'm meant to go.”
“And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything is different
Now that I see you.”
Once, I said that the cartoon version of Elain would be Rapunzel for how kind and non-judgemental she is. She accepts everyone as they are, yet she hides her true self to keep her family happy.
Of course, I had to draw Elriel as Eugene and Rapunzel 🥹 The tough exterior bad boy with a heart of gold and the sweet dreamer ❤️
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psychologynerd · 2 days
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Is it true that Sarah can write whatever she wants? Yes. It’s true that Sarah can decide to forego everything she has written in multiple books; drastically changing her mind and the trajectory of the books she has set-up for years. All of that is true.
But is it realistic? Is it likely?
A side of this fandom believes so. They believe that all of the set-up Sarah laid out for 4 books in the series was dismissed and dismantled by half of a bonus chapter. A bonus chapter that was a limited edition release for sales. That was never reprinted. A bonus chapter that if you don’t go looking for information online you’d never know exists. A bonus chapter that was only released in English. A bonus chapter the majority of this fandom has never accessed.
The other side does not believe a bonus chapter indicates such or would so drastically dismantle all of the foreshadowing set-up over 4 books.
What I, and most Elriels I know, see is this:
1. We see Elain and Azriel take comfort in one another at the initial family dinner in the human lands. The 3x3 was there sharing a meal. Azriel was humored by Elain arming herself with a fork. Elain was comforted by Azriel. Elain was even wearing a cobalt dress.
2. We have Feyre musing about Elain liking Velaris and clinging to Az for peace and quiet. What a handsome pair they would be. Mor drawing 3 winged men and 3 women with golden hair.
3. We have Az carrying Elain down from the house of wind. Elain calling his hands/siphons beautiful- earning a blush from Az. Offering his arm, “graceful as any courtier,” walking her to the garden.
4. Azriel and Cassian going a bit stiff at the sight of Elain and Nesta. Azriel offering his hand to take Elain out to the garden.
5. Feyre musing: “why not make them mates?” “What if that’s what she needs?” And an entire conversation on mating bonds fueled by, what Feyre perceives, an obvious compatibility and comfort between Elain and Azriel.
6. “A seer. The cauldron made you seer.” After being told if anybody could determine what’s amiss it would be a mate.
7. “I’m getting her back.” Elain “devouring the sight” of him. “You came for me.” Azriel’s eyes glowing. Rage rippling off his form at the thought of Elain being hurt. This was no ordinary rescue. It occurred on page. Elain worked with him. He cradled her to his chest despite his wounds. He refused to let her go. She kissed him on the cheek. Explicitly romantic rescue.
8. “This is truth teller.” We have an entire alchemical marriage of light and dark. Spring and death. We have Elain step out of a shadow with truth teller and save Nessian (and all of Prythian). A knife Rhys tells Feyre that Azriel has never allowed anybody else to so much as touch.
9. Potato steam from a dish Elain is carrying being likened to Azriel’s shadows.
10. Azriel bulldozing by Feyre (essentially) to wish Elain a Happy Solstice.
11. “Sit, I’ll take care of it.” “Wait until everyone is seated to eat.”
12. Headache powder. A sweet and considerate gift. Azriel’s eyes light up. His laugh a sound more joyous than any Feyre has ever heard.
13. Rosehall. Azriel is associated with a Rosehall.
14. Staying up into the early morning hours together to discuss gardening plans. When Az barely makes time for anything outside of work and training. When Feyre doubts he is interested.
15. Shy glances. Azriel’s shadow snakes ready to strike when Nesta insults Elain. “What happened to Elain?” And cassian marking Azriel’s obvious distress. “Are you alright?”
16. Cassian realizing Az is over Mor. Few longing glances.
17. Elain being trained in stealth by Azriel or the wraith spies? Elain might have Az beat in secret-keeping?
18. A charged glance. His secret to tell (confirmed Elain).
19. Elain loses her newfound boldness around Lucien. Lucien can’t stand to be around Elain for more than a few minutes. Elain is relieved when he isn’t around.
20. Elain has been paired in her trio friendship with the wraith spies Azriel, himself, trained. Feyre (the rulers) has Amren and Mor. Nesta (the warriors) has G and Emerie. Elain (the spies) has Nuala and Cerridwen.
Elain and Azriel have been aligned in so many ways.
Now, regardless of how you interpret alllllll of that (and I’m probably missing things),
This is what 100% of readers have read. Guaranteed if they read the books, they read all of these scenes. They expect something to come of all of that. That all has to go somewhere. You know what is not guaranteed they read? A limited release bonus chapter.
This is why, despite the explicit confirmation of romantic interest in the Azriel pov bonus between Elriel, we think if what happened in the second half of the bonus was so pivotal, it would have been included for 100% of readers to access.
What bonus chapter of Sarah’s (or any author) that was not an epilogue, included in every book, vastly changed the trajectory of a series?
This is why when people say it’s “only lust” between Elriel, we cannot fathom this perspective. After all of those scenes??? Really?
This is why when Sarah said we should know by the end of ACOSF, we say “The sisters standing together ended the series. Spring was blooming through Velaris. The rose carving half-hidden by shadow on the mantle. Azriel and Elain both leaving us with Nyx in their arms. The next book is Elain and Azriel.”
When Sarah said it was obvious, we all say- indeed, look at all of this. Look at the other bonus as well, which was originally a chapter in the book, that says “let’s focus on one sister at a time.”
It becomes extremely mind-boggling that Elriels are told a bonus chapter supersedes all of that canon. That we’re delusional.
I don’t get it.
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bunnyshideawayy · 1 day
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i think the way male characters interact with each other over a woman says a lot about how they view said woman.
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it’s clear here Rhysand is worried not only about the political ramifications but also personal ramifications Azriel’s clear LUSTING after Elain will cause.
its stated and made obvious multiple times throughout this chapter that Az is sexually attracted to Elain….and that’s it. His lust and desire and ENTITLEMENT is made so clear that Rhysand has to step in and reprimand him before it blows up in everyone’s face.
Elain is obviously infatuated with him, and Azriel is playing off of that to sleep with her and then what? he literally doesn’t know because he’s so blinded by lust and jealousy that his brothers have mates he cannot see past getting Elain naked. i believe it’s perfectly implied here he only sees Elian as a challenge, and should he ever get the chance to actually sleep with her he will no longer be equally as infatuated. He won’t even admit to himself he’s not over Mor.
I’m just pointing this out as many people seem to have skipped half of his chapter after seeing the word “arousal” and running with it. if you actually read the chapter as it is written it’s actually pretty gross to see people justifying Azriel’s behavior and mindset.
I personally don’t really care who Elain ends up with, if i wrote the story she’d stay single and living her best life baking and gardening and volunteering in the community but alas this is a romance at the end of the day. but i will not ignore clear implications from the story, Az sees her as a sexual pursuit. i can’t wait to see how the next acotar will play out and if gwyn will receive the necklace / wear it as it would prove to the readers and Elain my point was correct, hopefully not though the “OW” trope is so icky to me, but as i said it would add to my point. If Az truly liked Elain for Elain he wouldn’t back down from her or from Rhys (although this seems to be a problem for both Az and Cass) and he wouldn’t give this necklace he meant FOR* Elain to another woman on some random whim. I could go on and on but i’m so tired of seeing shippers justify and ignore this bs. Az shouldn’t be near any woman as long as he’s got this jealous and entitled mindset- Gwyn or Elain or whoever yall ship him with.
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sydneymack · 1 day
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The weight of sight
Elain Archeron - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @/eclipvze_art
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bright-side20 · 2 days
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Azriel's going to sleep after Elain gave him the headache powder. He put it on his nightstand, sat, and looked at it. Overwhelmed by the realization, it's a small gesture but so meaningful for him because she actually also sees him. She's been observing him, saw that he's in pain, and got bothered by it, so she made him a remedy. Then he spent the whole year looking at the headache powder.
Sarah give us some Elriel flashbacks please
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lullabestie14 · 2 days
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“We want a rejected mating bond” “we want Elain to reject Lucien” “we’re tired of mates we need chosen love”
also them:
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