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It truly makes me wonder if E/riels really read ACOSF when they say things like this:
Because if they truly read the book.... they'd know this happens after the bonus scene takes place:
And this:
Two scenes in which his shadows have a reaction when Gwyn is around or mentioned in ACOSF. One during training, one when Gwyn is in the Blood Rite. And there is no singing involved.
Oh, and in the bonus scene.. there is more than just that one mention of the shadows dancing with Gwyn breathe.
There is this before they even dance for her breathe:
And this happens when something restless settles in him during his scene with Gwyn:
And this is as Azriel is leaving his interaction with Gwyn:
Again, no *actual* singing involved. Azriel can hear & see things others cannot so when he's leaving he's not actually hearing Gwyn sing. He's hearing faint, beautiful singing that follows him that his shadows sing back to, which can only be concluded as foreshadowing of a mate bond between them since Nessian bond snaps into place that same night and is described as music between their souls. If Gwyn was the one singing, that would have been made clear.
I rest my case 😌
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When you make up a theory about a character who is arguably one of the best, least toxic character to paint them in a bad light because Azriel's shadows have a positive reaction to them... I just know you are threatened because if his shadows reacted the way they do to Elain...you'd be singing from the rooftops an E/riel endgame.
Azriel..the shadowsinger who can see/hear things others cannot...his shadows singing back to some silent music...his shadows are reacting to the mating bond that WILL be revealed later, not only to him but to us the audience. This is called foreshadowing.
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Gwyn: Who's a good little shadow!? Are you ready? *throws ball*
Shadows racing against each other to try get the ball first.
Azriel: They used to kill people.
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21. 12. 2023 - quinta-feira
Late night in the House of Wind
Azriel: *just got back from a mission*
Azriel: *to shadows* We should get some sleep, we have an early mission tomor-
*soft singing from Gwyn’s bedroom*
Shadows: *run towards her bedroom door*
Azriel: No- let her rest. She probably just got back from the library. Don’t disturb her.
Shadows: *stop, sullen*
That one little shadow: *runs and slips under her door*
Azriel: Don’t-
Gwyn: *from inside her room* Hey, little one! *laughs* You’re finally back!
Gwyn: *whispers conspiratorially* Ready to read the new book Nesta suggested? I was just about to start it… Where are your buddies?
Shadows: pleaaase…
Azriel: *sighs* Fine, go. But be back-
Shadows: okay! *run to Gwyn’s room*
Azriel: *brows high in amusement*
#gwyn x shadows#gwynriel#gwyn berdara#azriel shadowsinger#azriel's shadows#gwyneth berdara#gwyn x kenny
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Azriel sitting in his father's dungeon, he's stopped crying for light now, he probably wouldn't get it, or proper food.
A treatment for his hands for out of question too, hands seem to not stop burning.
He's curled up in a dark corner, crying to himself when he feels cold, on his waist, neck and hands, he watches shadows cover him, he thinks they're here to take him, he won't fight if they wanted to.
But this darkness is comforting, soothing, as it holds him, whisps of shadows singing to him just like his mother did, holding him sane.
#acotar#acomaf#acowar#pro azriel#azriel shadowsinger#azriel#azriel spymaster#azriel acotar#azriel headcanons#azriel angst#azriel's shadows
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Imagine– Azriel’s shadows having the mindset of a toddler (which I almost think of them as) and Azriel is a parent that they toddler looks up to. If Azriel is checking someone’s wounds the shadows have to do the same. If Azriel is trying to cook they want to help.
Maybe Azriel meets his mate and the shadows love whoever it is too and loves trying to be playful with the mate. Against Az’s commands the shadows are at his mate before the mating bond even clicks, because they just know, in the same way children are just receptive in these ways.
If someone will host a conversation with the shadows, they’ll respond, maybe even just babbling nonsense like a toddler who can’t quite form perfect sentences or certain sound structures.
Az is basically a god in their eyes.
#azriel#azriel shadowsinger#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#sarah j maas#azriel's shadows#shadowsinger
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Azriel's skittering shadows
I suggested this ages ago, but not only does "skitter" refer to the quality of a movement:
Skitter (v) - to move lightly and quickly or hurriedly (the direction of said movement is not specified as being of any importance)
It also defines a type of luring technique used in fly fishing:
Skitter (v) - to draw (bait) jerkily across the surface of the water as a technique in fishing
The fact that Azriel's shadows skittered back could imply that they actually wanted Elain; that they were trying to draw her in, for whatever reason.
You know, having opposite intent of recoiling.
We're coming up to three years since ACOSF, and I still think shadowsingers may be able to lure, but given Azriel's shadows have skittered in response to IC/family members, it's really sad that they could be acting on his thoughts and feelings that he doesn't truly belong. That maybe he needs to trick people into liking him. It would also be useful in his line of work, if he ever learns how to control it.
That or, as @nikethestatue has told me, "skitter" is slang for having the runs. Maybe we're all wrong, and it's the shadowy version of watery bowels?
* Could we be wrong here? Of course! That's always a possibility. But it's astonishing to not acknowledge the fact that skittering back doesn't imply any connotations, positive or negative.
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#azriel shadowsinger#azriel theory#azriel's shadows#there has to bemore going on here than ship war bullshit
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CH 30: As It Was Foreseen
If you've been following the fic, I think you can correctly infer the chapter summary for yourselves given the title. It is NSFW.
Read the last chapter of What Lies Inside on AO3.
[Instead of an excerpt, y'all get a little author's note]
This is the first long fic which has held my attention long enough for me to complete it. I'm very proud of myself and I'm extremely grateful to all of you who followed along for this journey. You lovely readers are the support that saw us through to the end.
The response to this fic has been overwhelming in the best way possible. Everyone go thank @damedechance for being my #1 enabler & cheerleader back in September when I said "I think I want to try writing Azris." I had no expectations going into this fic but thanks to you we are doing the good work of advancing the Azris agenda. Your comments made me smile and cackle evilly at my keyboard, you encouraged me to keep going even when you didn't know I needed it.
Your kudos???* You guys, the other day I learned that What Lies Inside broke the top 50 most-kudoed fics in the fandom—like wtf but okay cool. There are two Azris fics up there now, and several others nearby <3 This really is the little rarepair ship that said "wanna bet? hold my beer" (or should I say whiskey.) Go team Azris 🎉
I'm sad that this fic is wrapping up, I will miss them in this one :') On the other hand, I'm also super excited for my upcoming Azris projects. The first chapter of Nebulas and Night Sky, Frosted Blades and Flame is already available for you viewing pleasure.
tagging:
@iftheshoef1tz @headcanonheadcase @octobers-veryown @krem-does-stuff @lady-riel @melonsfantasyworld @legionsofthehungry @wellwhatisnttaken @foundress0fnothing @mali22 @blurredlamplight @rigelus @yourethehero @cataclysmica [now you can binge it all at once @the-lonelybarricade @houseofhurricane]
*Obviously statistics don't matter, at the end of the day it's about our love for the characters not some numbers. But to those who give us the side-eye and still incorrectly call Azris a crackship I give you the data with a side of the sjm classic: a vulgar gesture ✌🏻
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This is @born-to-riot but I’m on my phone so it won’t let me ask you with my account. But if you’re taking short requests can you please talk about the first time Eris lets Azriel have complete control of him (sexually and/or aftercare) like Eris is so in his head all the time I want to see some trust and just let him let go and azriel can help him do that idk (shadows as blindfolds and restraints and feeling Azriel’s scars on his skin are highly encouraged but not necessary) (also I haven’t requested a Drabble in a minute so idk if this counts) have fun :)
Alrighty, so I partially listened and partially did not. This is not sexually based aftercare, but Azriel is still taking care of Eris after something happens so I'M GONNA COUNT IT. Here's your drabble! (Which I managed to keep under 1K by 6 words and I'm very proud.)
Read "The Wall Comes Down" here on AO3, or below the cut.
TW: Mild descriptions of injuries from canon typical violence.
Azriel’s shadows were frantic as they pulled him faster and faster toward their mate. Hurry they practically yelled at him he needs us. One word kept coming through clearer than the rest, and each time he heard it, Azriel picked up his pace. Pain.
As he reached the hallway of Eris’s room, he began to see the trail of blood, leading from where he knew the Autumn Court dungeons lie, where Beron loved to take his sons. Barreling through the door, terrified about what he was about to see, Azriel tugged once more on the bond that had been silent for far too long.
His breath stopped entirely as he took in his mate, beaten and broken, lying face down on the rug in front of the crackling fireplace, as if it had taken all of this strength just to make it into the room. “Eris…” Azriel’s voice broke as he spoke, rushing to turn his mate over. “Azriel, is that you?” Eris stirred as he was jostled, wincing in pain at the bruises and cuts littering his unclothed abdomen. The faint tinge of faebane around the edges of the wounds and the rag stained the same clutched in Eris’s hand told Azriel all he needed to know.
Azriel went to reach for the cloth, but Eris pulled it away, inhaling sharply with the quick motion. “No, I can do it. I can take care of myself.” Eris rolled out of his mate’s arms, curling in on his body to try and protect himself from whatever he perceived would happen if he ever let anyone take care of himself. He couldn’t be weak, couldn’t ever show fault…not if he wanted to survive.
Eris tried to sit up, grinding his teeth together as he found the pain, pretending not to notice the shadows gathered around him, trying to ease his motions. Azriel sat back, present but silent, letting his mate work through this himself as much as he could bear. As Eris went to clean the next spot the pain was so intense he couldn’t choke down his sob fast enough. Azriel came up behind him, slowly and gently. “Please love, let me help you.”
Letting out a shaking, teary breath Eris responded, “If I let you help, you’ll think I’m weak…they’ll all think I’m weak. I have to do this Azriel…”
Azriel placed a hand around Eris’s still holding the rag, squeezing with tight reassurance. “But you are not alone, Eris, and you are not weak. Receiving help is not a weakness, it’s one of our greatest strengths. Please, let me take care of you. Let me in.” Taking several shaky breaths, Eris closed his eyes, leaning his head back to wrest on Azriel’s solid chest behind him. With each passing second, Azriel felt his mate relax into his arms, the adrenaline waning from his system as he finally started to allow himself to feel safe, to be cared for.
Moments later, Eris removed his hand from Azriel’s, leaving the cloth behind. Turning his head into his mate’s leathers Eris nodded, a soft and tentative “okay,” slipping from his battered lips as he finally gave in and allowed someone to care for him. As he let that final protective wall drop between him and Azriel and gave this last piece of himself over.
Azriel placed a soft kiss in Eris’s blood matted hair before he got to work, swiftly and surely cleaning the wounds. Eris barely made a sound, grunting softly at the particularly sensitive swipes of the cloth over his damaged body. But for the first time in all the years they’d been together, Eris allowed himself to give this last bit of him over to his mate. He let him help.
Some time later, when the wounds were properly cleaned and Eris was finally beginning to heal, Azriel carried him to the washroom, gently placing him in the tub that was already full of hot, soapy water. Strand by strand, Azriel detangled and washed his mate's hair, brushing each long piece out and cleaning it to his mate’s satisfaction. Every time before this, Eris had allowed him to watch as he cleaned himself up after an evening with his father, and Azriel had paid special attention to how he washed his hair.
This final part of his post-torture ritual seemed to be the final cleansing, a way to wash the sins of his father fully from his body before he allowed himself to sleep. Azriel had taken notes, praying to the Mother for the day that Eris would allow him to help. And now that that day had come, he was fully ready. His mate, breathing deeply in the tub, looked up at him as Azriel finished and placed the brush he’d been using on the edge of the tub.
“You’ve been paying attention.”
“It is my job, you know.”
Eris winced slightly at that, and Azriel hastily added on.
“You are not a task Eris. Caring for you is not a burden. It’s a privilege. And I’m honored you let me close enough to let me help you.” He tacked on the finally aspect of that statement in his mind, but Eris heard it anyway.
“Well, I’ll be checking your work Shadowsinger, but it seems as if you’ve done…adequately. For a first try that is.”
Azriel’s heart swelled for in this banter, the love language that was uniquely their own, he heard the unsaid words. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for knowing. And thank you for helping.
“As long as I get to keep trying,” Azriel said as he wrapped his mate in a towel, and helped him back to his bed where he’d rest while he recovered from the last of his wounds. But this time, he wouldn’t handle it alone. He’d rest safely held in his mate’s arms, cocooned within the fortress of his wings.
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Azriel's shadows practicing how to tell him that if he wants a future with Elain that's great, but they are staying with their mom Gwyn
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"A thing of secret, lovely beauty"
Artist: Kloartz over on IG!
~Gwyn nimbly rolled to her feet, grinning so broadly that Nesta was momentarily taken aback by it. The priestess had been pretty in the library, but with that joy, that confidence as she aimed for the three priestesses, she had emerged into a beauty to rival Merrill or Mor.
~Gwyn’s fingers slid into hers, squeezing tight. Nesta looked up to find her holding Emerie’s free hand as well. Gwyn smiled again, her eyes bright. “Our stories are worth telling.”
~Gwyn let out a high-pitched noise that was nothing but pure excitement. Azriel, on the other side of the ring with the rest of the priestesses, half-turned at the sound, brows high.
~Azriel had winnowed her and Cassian here after training, but hadn’t lingered. Apparently, Gwyn wanted him to go over dagger handling, so he’d left them with a promise to return in an hour.
From the bonus chapter: Which happens inbetween Ch. 58/59 of ACOSF
~His shadows peered over his wings at her. The young priestess smiled--and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows.
~“Aren't you cold?" His breath clouded in front of him. Gwyn shrugged. "Once you get moving, you stop noticing it." He nodded, silence falling. For a heartbeat, their gazes met. He blocked out the bloody memory that fashed, so at odds with the Gwyn he saw before him now. Her head ducked, as if remembering it too. That he'd been the one who'd found her that day at Sangravah. "Happy Solstice," she said, as much a dismissal as it was a holiday blessing. He snorted. "Are you kicking me out?" (He's showing concern about her being cold and we have proof from Azriel he was there at Sangravah and Gwyn isn't making things up like the other side tries to say)
~Pure amusement glittered in her stare. Better than the pain and grief he'd spied a moment before. So he offered her a crooked smile. "I can't sleep without my favorite dagger."
"A comfort to every growing child." Azriel's lips twitched. He refrained from mentioning that he did indeed sleep with a dagger. Many daggers. Including one under his pillow. (Azriel shows more positive emotions with his interaction with Gwyn than seemingly around anyone else)
~How was the party?" Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music.
~She shrugged again, irreverently. Az narrowed his eyes, studying her. "Do you, though?" she pressed. "Sing?" Azriel couldn't help his soft chuckle. "Yes."
~Gwyn tried the movement as slowly as he had, and he watched her self-correct, fighting against the urge to open up her wrist and rotate the blade. She did it three times before she stopped falling into the bad habit. "I blame Cassian for this. He's too busy making eyes at Nesta to notice such mistakes these days." Azriel laughed. "I’ll give you that." Gwyn smiled broadly. "Thank you." Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow, something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch.
~"Happy Solstice," Azriel said before aiming for the archway into the House. "Don't stay out too much longer. You'll freeze." Gwyn nodded her farewell, again facing the ribbon. A warrior sizing up an opponent, all traces of that charming irreverence gone. Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer. (Again, Azriel is showing care/concern over Gwyn possibly being cold/out too long and just look at the wording used here)
How the bonus chapter ends:
Clotho's pen moved once more. She deserves something as beautiful as this. I thank you for the joy it shall bring to her.
Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason... he could see it.
But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.
A thing of secret, lovely beauty.
These scenes take place after the bonus chapter:
~Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face."
~The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren, Right then and there. That was when it all changed.
~Azriel went wholly still, as if he, too, had felt the shift. As if he, too, were aware that far larger forces peered into that training ring as Gwyn moved.
~Azriel clapped his hands, and all the females straightened. “You’ll work in groups of three.” Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “What do we get if we finish the course?” Az’s shadows danced around him. “Since there’s no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn’t bother to get a prize.” Boos sounded. Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge. “We look forward to proving you wrong.”
~Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. “See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,” she tossed over a shoulder. Az stared after her, brows high with amusement. When he turned back, Nesta grinned. “You have no idea what you just started,” she said. Az angled his head, hazel eyes narrowing as Gwyn reached the archway. “Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon?” Nesta winked and clapped the shadowsinger on the shoulder. “You’re the new ribbon, Az.”
~“The first had just unbuckled his belt when Azriel arrived.” Silent, unending tears streamed down Gwyn’s face. “Azriel slaughtered all of them within moments. He didn’t hesitate. But I could barely move, and when I tried to get up … He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it." (Without hesitation, Azriel slaughtered all the soldiers and gave Gwyn his cloak.... similar to Lucien breaking free of his restraints without hesitation to get to Elain and give her his cloak)
After reading all this.... how can you NOT think Gwyn and Azriel are endgame? And this is what you missed on Glee......
#gwyneth berdara#pro gwyn#pro gwyneth berdara#pro gwyneth#gwyn acosf#gwynriel#pro gwynriel#azriel x gwyn#gwyn x azriel#azriel shadowsinger#azriel's shadows#azriel#gwyn#azriel and gwyn#gwyn and azriel
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SJM creating Azriel's dream girl: a beauty that could rival Mor, affinity for daggers, savage spy techniques, ridiculously competitive, doesn't shy away from brutality
E/riels: Yeah, it's definitely just a friendship/mentorship type thing
Meanwhile, Azriel's shadows around Gwyn:
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gwynrielweeks2024 - @gwynrielweeksofficial - day 10 | theories
Azriel’s shadows already know Gwyn is his mate and are trying to set them up (or simply get Az to spend more time around Gwyn so the shadows themselves can be around her 😌).
#gwynriel weeks 2024#gwynriel moodboard#gwyn berdara#azriel's shadows#gwyn x shadows#azriel shadowsinger#azriel bonus chapter#gwynriel#gwynrielweeks2024
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First Gwynriel Week Day 1 : F I R S T S
@gwynrielweeksofficial
Of course Azriel's Shadows are the first captains of the Gwynriel ship.
#gwynrielweeks2024#day 1#acotaredit#azriel's shadows#gwyneth berdara#gwynriel#they put up a portrait of their mommy 😌#my edit#made with pixlr#*mine
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"We know Azriel's shadows look for Gwyn, they protect her, they are happy to be near her."
WHEN?!
When in fuck's name did they go looking for her or protect her?
Oh wait yeah...
His shadows whispered to him that Elain had gone upstairs.
No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room,
like snakes preparing to strike.
“What now?” Elain mused, at last answering my question from moments
ago as her attention drifted to the windows facing the sunny street. That
smile grew, bright enough that it lit up even Azriel’s shadows across the
room.
Oh but that's all Elain. It's all Elriel. Oh so they want Elriel but without Elain🤡...so sad they won't be getting it.
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Azzy baby 🦇
Art by @tonyviento
#sarah j maas#acotar#acosf#acomaf#booklr#sjm books#acowar#bookish#batboys#Azriel#azriel's shadows#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster
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