#elainxazriel

[siyana95]

Elain&Azriel

Элейн и Азриэль - Siyana

Элейн и Азриэль Сцена из 4 книги (новеллы) серии Двор Шипов и Роз, Сары Дж. Маас.

Elaine and Azriel, a scene from Book 4 of the Sarah J. Smith series. Maas "The Court of cold and starlight". A scene through the eyes of a younger Fairy sister. The image format is like a photo card) On boosty.to You can download it in high quality for a small fee and print it out as an illustration insert in the book.

[pinkrasberryfish]

my brain reading acotar and acomaf was functioning at like 50% capacity but then elain got tossed in the cauldron and suddenly the book was two inches from my face and my eyes were rocketing down the lines. tell me why the most my heart was ever racing in this book series was when the solstice potatoes were passed ???

and yes. i almost succumbed to cardiac arrest when i finished the series and saw someone say that there was an elusive azriel bonus chapter kicking around the internet. i think i read it on some elriel's Instagram story highlights because my kindle edition didn't have it??

i've never been the same since. three longfics... two completed... 561,720 words total... i guess that's over half a million now that i see it all added up. And i've never written fiction before any of this lmfao. just business documents and uni essays.

i think elriel is a weird type of drug? or a cult? or both ??? help i can't stop writing for this ship ???????

[lectophile]

So I fucked up my textbook purchase and it was expensive, so I was a bit frantic and worried that I wouldn’t be able to get a refund. The lady on the other side was so sweet and patient and honestly it made me want to cry.

Kindness, especially unexpected and during the midst of unhappy moments in your life, is so so powerful.

To loop it back to books, I have no doubt in my mind that Elain’s kindness and light kept the Archeron household mentally afloat. I was worried sick for about thirty minutes; I can’t imagine years on end of shivering, darkness, and starvation in a father-less/mother-less household. Thank you Elain for keeping your beautiful Archeron sisters alive.

[abreeviate]

Some Azriel and Elain. Any ship requested by @fck-tamlin I'm only 9 followers away from 100! So I will be doing a contest, so keep your eyes peeled!

[aelin-and-feyre]

I See You

Requested by Anonymous 69: “Just pretend to be my date.”

Elriel

A massive party is put on at the Night Court every year for the winter solstice. They celebrate the longest night of the year with a party from sunset to sunrise. Everyone has endless fun as the shadows swirl and darken throughout the event. Being their High Lady's birthday just adds to the celebration, causing an extravaganza of the largest proportions all over Velaris.

Azriel convinces himself that the only reason he came tonight was for security reasons; to protect his High Lady and the Inner Circle. It is most certainly not so he can make sure that no one tries to take advantage of any of the Archeron sisters, namely Elain, though that is just a plus.

The Illyrian also revels with the shadows, but these are of his own summoning, not just the absence of the sun, and he finds himself separate from the main event, as usual. Mor tries multiple times to get him to come dance, to take a drink, to loosen up, but Azriel refuses. He knows, and his shadows reassure him, that he wouldn't fit in that crowd even if he tried.

Around one in the morning, during deep night, a small form joins him in the opening of the alley where he has stationed himself. He glances over and almost reels back in surprise to see the middle Archeron sister standing silently beside him, watching the dancers with quiet dismay.

They don't speak for many minutes until Elain's soft voice finally sounds, seeming to be talking more to herself than to him. "I almost didn't see you over here, with all those shadows circling you. Practically blending into the darkness tonight, I see."

Azriel's shadows tighten around his form, as if claiming that, yes, that is their purpose.

"I don't know why but the visions get louder and more frequent when I'm around a large group of people. It could be to compensate for the enormous amounts of energy they produce, or as a place holder for the absence of them interacting with me, to distract me with something other than the loneliness." Azriel is surprised by her candor on such a subject, as she's been incredibly reserved the last few weeks.

Elain still hasn't glanced at him and he's not sure if she means to be saying any of these things out loud. "I hope you don't mind me standing here, as I just don't feel like I belong in such a crowd as this, especially with all the happy emotions tonight. I figured I could either stand by myself in that alcove over there, or come be lonely with you." She finally turned her head to look at him. "Why can't we just have fun?"

Azriel shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I've never felt truly excepted by my peers, other than the Inner Circle,” He confesses. “Whether from the fact I'm a bastard, or a shadow-singer, or an Illyrian, people seem to always be wary around me. I'm ok being myself around my true friends, but showing the real me around large groups of people is too much pressure, too much expectation. I suppose loneliness by choice is preferable to loneliness by rejection."

They are silent for a while longer as Elain digests his statement. Azriel can feel the eyes of his friends watching him and Elain, judging and contemplating if they should intervene. He knows they won't.

Suddenly, Elain finds the right words to voice her own opinion. "My mind is so busy, constantly. I find I'm easily distracted and my emotions are constantly in flux. I have a hard time holding a conversation, much less eye contact. I think that because of this, combined with the fact that I was once human, people have a hard time approaching me, and I have less opportunity to make friends."

"I think the fact that Nesta scares the shit out of everyone contributes to that." Azriel agrees, causing Elain to laugh. The shadows that were encasing his body relax a bit at the joyous sound.

Elain sighs. "Look at us, social outcasts in every sense of the word."

"Look at you, I'm not sure anyone can see me anymore." Azriel retorts tightly, suddenly a bit resentful towards his shadows that refuse to disappear.

Her eyes search the side of his head as he won’t meet her gaze. She grasps his elbow, prying his arms apart, and takes his large, scarred hand in her own small and delicate one. A squeeze forces him to finally look at her, seeing the deep and sincere feeling stirring there. "I see you, Azriel."

The shadows around his entire arm retreat and Elain smiles, Azriel grins back. Without warning, her eyes recede and he knows she is no longer in the present, but the future or past or wherever in the universe it is that her visions take her. Az immediately goes on edge, taking her other hand and squeezing them both tightly. "Elain, come back to me." Her eyes water just a bit and then she blinks, focusing on him again. Azriel smiles. "There you are." He squeezes her hands again once.

"Thanks," She says, allowing him to release his hold and they both turn back to watch the party continue. It takes a few minutes for Elain to build up the courage and turn to him. "Why don't we just go dance together."

Azriel raises an eyebrow questioningly.

"Just pretend to be my date or something, let's dance and be social outcasts together." She insists.

To everyone discreetly watching and Elain's endless surprise, the Illyrian simply tilts one side of his mouth up in a small smile, takes one of her hands in his own again, and nods. "Why not?"

So the Seer and the Shadow-Singer dance through the rest of the Winter Solstice celebration, twirling, twisting, and swaying. They are awkward and graceful at the same time, completely not caring about the rest of the world. His shadows disappear even as the sun rises and her eyes remain hers as long as they are locked with his.

For the first time in a long time, Azriel thinks he's found someone who understands how he feels. He laughs at the fact that someone can finally see him.

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[siyana95]

Elriel

Sketch, rescue of Elaine by Azriel, morning before dawn, camp. This scene caused me a lot of emotions, and even though there were hints about this couple in the books, or the author wanted us to think so, but probably from that moment I began to sympathize with this couple)

[pinkrasberryfish]

A new chapter of A Court of Blood & Mercy just posted! Chapter 44, "The High Lord of Autumn" is now available! Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47497081/chapters/163473580

[pinkrasberryfish]

A new chapter of A Court of Blood & Mercy is finally available! Enjoy! Chapter 40 - "A Sacred Place"

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