#the suriel
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No one talk to me.
I'm mourning a fictional character.
#if you think this is about Liam Mairi#you'd be correct#liam mairi#fourth wing#xaden riorson#violet sorrengail#Rebecca yarros#books#bookblr#romantasy#this also extends to#the thirteen#Gavriel#the suriel#lehabah#delano for 2.5 seconds#harwin strong#literally any fictional character who has brought me grief#throne of glass#acotar#becs.txt
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A Court of Thorns and Roses Page Overlays (Part 1)
Artist: @listening_stars_
#feyre archeron#nesta archeron#elain archeron#archeron sisters#tamlin#lucien vanserra#alis#the suriel#acotar#sjmaas#page overlay
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Feyre: *steps one foot into the forest*
The Suriel, on the way to drop hot tea:
#does feyre ACTUALLY catch the Suriel? Or does Suri wanna gossip?#sarah j maas#acotar fandom#acotar#acomaf#feysand#acowar#acosf#nessian#feyre archeron#rhysand#the suriel#a court of silver flames#a court of wings and ruin#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of frost and starlight#fae#fae mates#the night court#books#fantasy books#romance books#acotar series#acomaflove#rip suriel#sjm#book humor#book memes#book life
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Snaring the Suriel
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#the suriel#fanart#acotar fanart#drawing#illustration#art#procreate#the suriel is my little creepy boy#feyre archeron
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A batch of ACOTAR doodles:
What Azriel really does on those spying missions
Lucien wishes everyone would find a new gift theme
Elain, Gwyn and the Suriel have a lovely picnic together
Cassian makes a playlist
#acotar series#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acotar fanart#acotar art#acosf#elain archeron#cassian acotar#lucien vanserra#the suriel#shadowbabies
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In the dark, a light
Azriel x reader
a/n: lil azzy one shot
warnings: mentions of death, gore and canon typical violence
Wordcount: 1.1k
Masterlist
In a way it was comforting. You were grateful for whoever had chosen a burial and not the traditional burning. The tight box where you lay was plain wood on the inside. But someone had taken it upon themselves to dress you in your most precious gown. The blue velvet was wrinkled now, months of decomposing does that to fabric and bodies. Your hair was dry and shriveled, not like it had been in life. Someone used to run their fingers through those once luscious locks. If you concentrated you could almost feel the calloused pads of those fingers massaging your scalp.
You were buried deep enough the ground did not freeze, moisture caused the wood to smell like an old cabin you used to play in as a child. The cabin belonged to your grandmother, but that was a detail you could not remember. It had been months since you died. The cause of death must have something to do with the cracked ribs and broken neck. Your body had been laid perfectly straight, except for the slight bend just above your clavicle. It must have been painful, you think.
Days aren’t something that can be measured in the darkness of a grave. Sometimes you realize where you are and try to remember who you were. Other times you’re not sure where you go. You suppose one day you won’t return from that ominous place. Returning to this worn and wasted vessel became more and more pointless. There were no names or memories, only flashes. But just when you thought it was over, that the final transition had been made, those rough calloused hands would yank you back. Unwilling to let you drift.
In the absence of light you failed to notice how with each return to the vessel, your body was warmer. Your cheeks fuller, your hair softer, body plump with something alien to this space. Only when a ray of light seeped through did you realize your eyes were working. You could see. It blinded you and on instinct you raised a hand to shield yourself. Choking as you realize the arm responded to the command and a healthy looking hand landed on your nose.
The light got brighter and brighter and shuffling could be heard from above. Then movement. Your coffin, your home for the last… however long was lifted from the soil and placed on a mound of green grass. Muffled voices clouded your ears, overwhelming your senses. Now I know why babes cry when they are born, you thought. Just moments before you were in a state of bliss, nothing could harm you. Now light was glaring, sounds were overwhelming and the feel of being moved around was all too much. Just then you noticed your heart was beating wildly. Your heart was beating.
There was more commotion outside, the sound of metal and then ripping of wood ended in the lid from your coffin being lifted. The glorious midday sun floods you with its light. Four figures loom above you. All you want to do is go back. Put me back, you want to say. Let me rot.
Their faces are cast in shadows. They are speaking amongst themselves, you can’t understand what they are saying.
“She 's alive.” Said as though the male was confirming a mirage.
“She must be in pain, let's get her to Madja.” Another deep voice commands. Then the calloused hands she would feel pull her soul back to this world picked her out of the coffin and held her close to his chest.
A sense of relief flooded her. He smelled familiar, like her body knew his and had been aching to rejoin him. In an instant they were in a bedchamber fit for royalty, then she got gently placed on a soft mattress. The ancient healer walks up to them and tells the males to wait outside.
“How is this even possible?” Cassian asked, dumbfounded.
“I.. I don’t know.” Azriel answered, gazed fixed on the door that separated him from her.
“You always said you still felt her.” Rhysand points out.
“I thought it was her ghost.”
“Did the Suriel say anything else?” The High Lord asked Feyre, still frazzled by the corpse they had unearthed.
“He just said that she was never gone, she never fully made it to the other side but… how long did you say she had been dead?”
“Fifty years.”
“Mother above… and she’s your..?”
“She’s my mate, yes.”
The door opens and Madja beckons Azriel, “she’s perfect, her memory is fuzzy but I expect her to recover it in time.”
Then she leaves, he forces his feet to step into the room that used to be theirs and struggles to breathe the five steps it takes him to reach her bedside.
“Y/n…” He doesn’t know what to do. Every impulse he has is telling him to hold her, to never let her go, to kiss her and love her until the world fades to oblivion. He settles on twirling a piece of her hair in between two gentle fingers. She gasps at the gesture.
“It was you.”
“What?”
“All this time… how long has it been? I- your hands” she grabs the one that was caressing her hair “they kept pulling me back.”
“Do you remember what I said before you..?”
He was cradling your head as breathing became more difficult. A rogue Illyrian band had ambushed and beaten you to a bloody pulp. You were screaming down the bond you shared with your mate and hoping to whatever was out there that Rhysand could hear your mental pleas. They outnumbered you fifteen to one. You didn’t stand a chance. When you were sufficiently damaged the leader took you in his arms and flew you to the barren mountain range, making sure to drop you where the rocks were jagged.
Azriel took too long to find you. “Please, please, y/n stay with me. Don’t go.” He begged over you.
“It hurts Az.”
“It’ll get better, just wait until we get Madja and she’ll make you better.”
But then you coughed and bright red blood spilled from your lips. “No, no, no.”
Your eyes were still open, fading. “Listen to me, I will never let you go, I will take you home and you will recover. You can’t- please don’t leave me y/n. Please, please, please.”
Your eyes rolled back by then. It hadn’t been two minutes since he found you. All hope vanished when your head went limp in his hands. You were gone. But the bond lingered and Azriel held onto it with everything his soul had to offer. He would keep the bond alive, knowing that your souls were entwined and believing that death was nothing, if not a worthy opponent.
“You never let go.”
#acomaf#acosf#acotar#acofas#acowar#azriel shadowsinger#acotar fanfiction#rhysand#cassian acotar#cassian#feyre archeron#the suriel#azriel x reader#azriel acotar#azriel#acotar series#az x reader
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Feyre “fuck fuck fuck” Archeron
Nesta “fuck you” Archeron
Elain “well fuck” Archeron
Rhysand “fuck me” Darling
Cassian “fuck it” Commander
Azriel “fuck everything” Shadowsinger
Morrigan “fuck this” Truthteller
Amren “fuck off” Winedrinker
Lucien “fuck my life” Vanserra
Tamlin “what the fuck” Beastie Boi
Gwyneth “oh fuck” Berdara
Emerie “fuuuuccck” BossBitch
Suriel “for fucks sake” Teamaker
Based on this post
#acotar#acotar headcanons#a court of thorns and roses#feyre archeron#nesta archeron#elain archeron#rhysand#cassian#azriel shadowsinger#tamlin#lucien vanserra#mor acotar#amren acotar#gwyneth berdara#emerie#the suriel
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The Suriel: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos everyday, my body might explode.
#the suriel#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acowar#a court of wings and ruin#acofas#a court of frost and starlight#acomaf#a court of mist and fury#acosf#a court of silver flames#acotar funny#acotar memes#incorrect acotar quotes
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Rhys: Thats my girlfriend, suckers!
Suriel: your mate, Rhysand.
Rhys: my mate! Even better!
Feyre: wait, what?
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#feyre archeron#feyre#feyre cursebreaker#high lady of the night court#high lady feyre#feyre darling#rhysand#rhys#high lord rhysand#rhysand archeron#rhys acotar#high lord of the night court#feysand#the suriel#incorrect quotes#incorrect acotar quotes#acotar incorrect quotes
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Acotar doodles ✨
#elain archeron#feyre archeron#rhysand#feysand#the suriel#gwyneth berdara#azriel#azriel shadowsinger#acotar#acotar fanart#my art#Tess Art tag#sjm
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*shows up to a private meeting*
Oh no, gasp you caught me.
I suppose I'll have to tell you everything I know...
Oh, hi bestie, @feyrecursebrkr need to catch up while we drink some of my famous tea.
@the-moon-on-a-string, Beron is not your real dad, son, I am... Actually, it's @daycourt-daddy.
Also, Lucien Spell-Carver, you are the heir of the Day Court.
Lady Autumn, you and Helion are mates.
@shadowbabiesdaddy Morrigan is queer, child. Good to see you are too to some extent. Congratulations on the wedding by the way.
@futureautumnhighlord some of your folks are planning a revolution since they figured out you were in on killing Beron. Just a heads up.
...I suppose that is all for now... Also, I'll take that! *takes cloak off of @therealradicallord and puts it on* Love this design way better than the black ones I usually wear!
*disappears, leaving everyone stunned*
#xoxo the suriel#Tea spilled#All the tea#I know everything#Don't pretend to hide it#I know more about you than you do yourself#Goodbye#Catch me to know more#the suriel#acotar roleplay
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A Court of Thorns and Roses Page Overlays
Artist: @moranatascia for @imaginebookssshop
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Prythian's XOX Gossip Girls
Rhysand: Feyre, Darling. Has Cassian gotten into the good reds-? walks into room and pauses
The room: Feyre and the Suriel with wine glasses in their hands
Feyre: ...
Rhysand: ...
The Suriel: ...
Feyre: Helion got a new hair cut...
Rhysand: ... summons his own glass and sits Tell me it's bad.
Helion: walks in from a quick bathroom break It's not. hair is looking fine, winking, and returning to his own wine glass
Rhysand: Cauldron damn it.
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acomaf#acowar#rhysand#night court#feyre archeron#the suriel#helion spell cleaver#helion acotar#prythian#sarah j maas#what real happens to all Rhys' wine#tea
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Feyre: *constructing elaborate snares because everyone says The Suriel is so hard to catch*
The Suriel: girl just put down a mouse trap or something idc I have tea for you
#acotar#acotar memes#the suriel#sarah j maas#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#fantasy romance#fantasy#books#booklr#halogen
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there's no fucking way rowan just stared at aedion and went bitch you're gavriels son im gonna cry what is this he's like the suriel of tog but much more straightforward and spontaneous I spat out my fucking water
#throne of glass#queen of shadows#aedion ashryver#rowan whitethorn#aelin ashryver galathynius#what the actual fuck happened in less than half a page#the suriel#acotar#im screaming and choking
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