#nezriel

[unhealthyfanobsession]

The fandom: Azriel is quiet because he’s so ✨mysterious and contemplative✨

Me: Azriel is quiet because he has never once in his life had a thought that should be voiced out loud.

#dumbaz #azriel #gwynriel #idk why I’m on an Azriel is dumb kick but I am #nessian #nezriel #nesta archeron #acosf #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses

[cryingoverfictionalcharacterss]

HOFAS SPOILERS

So I read the Bryce/Nesta/Azriel bonus chapter and the first 200 pages when Bryce is still in the NC, and I have thoughts.

1. HOFAS really fed the Nezriels (personally I ship the only platonicly but either way we were fed)

2. The part about Azriel's mom???? I need to know more about her.

3. Nezriel listening to Bryce's music!!!! AND AZRIEL HUMMING WHILE HIS SHADOWS ARE DANCING AROUND HIM!!!!

4. NESTA AND THE MASK AGSDFSGAHSHWHSS.

5. Their friendship. I just can't-

6. What was that whole conversation about babies??? If sjm makes Nesta pregnant i swear... let the girl live damn it. She has forever to make as many babies as she wants.

7. Az being protective over Nesta!!!!!

8. Az saying he doesn't have a mate or a spouse!!!

9. Nesta being a badass like always (and bryce thinking that too).

10. It was obvious to me that gwynriel was end game ever since ACOSF came out, but I could understand why some people are sceptical. NOW, however, with all this foreshadowing and parallels, if you still think el/riel is gonna be endgame, you're just delusional.

I will probably talk about it in more debt, but after my session is over.

#nezriel #gwynriel #azriel acotar #pro nesta archeron #hofas #hofas spoilers

[dustjacketdraws]

Wip update in honor of poly week @polyacotarweek

Nesta x cassian x azriel just having a Sellyn Drake good time

#wip update #dustjacketdraws #fanart #poly+acotarweek2024 #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #nessriel #nessian #nezriel #cazriel #sketch

[wolfnesta]

• “He’s waiting for you at the House of Wind,” Azriel went on. “At home.”

It’s almost like Azriel knew she’s never had a home and how important this is in reminding her— that the HoW is her friend/home😩

• ‘Azriel was there, catching her, bringing her to his chest, scarred hands stroking her hair.’

• ‘Nesta didn’t speak, staying close beside Azriel. Or maybe he was the one staying close to her. The male didn’t seem to want her farther away than he could grab’

The fact that Nesta refuses affection or reassurance even when she needs it and the mask canonically makes her feel nothing which she craves ☹️ oh my Nezriel heart

#nezriel #hofas spoilers

[just-a-fangirlmore]

If suddenly Sarah decides to backtrack from ness*an and make neris (or even nezriel) canon I wouldn't oppose I'm just saying

#nesta archeron #anti cassian #anti nessian #neris #nezriel

[whitedemon-ladydeath]

Azriel chooses kindness or at the Very least inaction and empathy in regards to how he interacts with Nesta. It's interesting bec Mor is routinely stated to just be so nice and so kind and yet she's a damn viper and reeks of elitism but Azriel is the one who takes a step back to remove himself from his feelings, from the ICs biases, and objectively observe Nesta

sometimes it truly does just take one (1) person taking a step back and trying to understand someone to be able to find a threshold and be able to begin to adjust and heal

tldr: Nesta should have been with Az ok thanks

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #nesta archeron #azriel #nezriel

[hereathemoment]

Azriel would kill rhysand for his mate. Cassian would kill his mate for anyone in the IC. That’s the difference.

#nezriel #sometimes I’m against him but other times I lean into fanon #anti inner circle

[moodymelanist]

happy WIP Wednesday 🫶🏽 here’s a little something I’m working on for @sjmromanceweek 2024!!

“I’m sorry?” Nesta eventually said. She hoped she didn’t look as out of breath as she felt.

“You’re not in trouble,” Azriel repeated. He had a healthy serving of breakfast in front of him, and her stomach panged with hunger once the smell hit her. “You’re not expected at training today.”

“What?” she replied, taking a few hesitant steps closer to the table. He had no reason to lie to her, but a large part of her didn’t quite believe what he was saying. “Why not?”

“You needed the rest,” Azriel told her mildly. Despite his gentle words and the softness with which they had been delivered, she could tell he wasn’t inviting any argument. “I told Cassian you’d be back to training tomorrow.”

“He let you?” Nesta blurted out without thinking. Cassian never let her miss a day of training no matter how exhausted she looked each morning, so the fact that she’d gotten to sleep in today almost felt… wrong. Like she was getting away with something that she shouldn’t be.

“He doesn’t let me do anything,” Azriel replied, his tone a little cooler now. “I’m my own person, same as you.”

#sjmromanceweek2024 #Nezriel #acotar #acosf #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger #nesta x azriel #story snippets #moodymelanistwrites #WIP Wednesday

[lorcandidlucienwill]

Nesta should've had a threesome with Cassian and Azriel and then married Eris. It would've been the funniest shit ever plus it would've satisfied everyone's fantasies.

#nessian #nezriel #neris #pro nesta archeron #pro eris vanserra #nesta archeron #eris vanserra #high lord eris

[turesti]

Also not trying to speak this into existence or anything, but with Cassian’s divided loyalties in that bonus scenes while Az stayed by her side and showed genuine care for Nesta….

Could you imagine if SJM decided to do another fake out for endgame couples in ACOTAR again???

AGAIN- not trying to speak into existence, but can you imagine???

#nezriel #hofas spoilers #nesta archeron #azriel #like I love nessian obvi #with the occasional side eye to cass #but bruh could you imagine with what SJM said about having multiple mates #possible fic idea at least

[unhealthyfanobsession]

So … who is gonna make a PDF of HOSAF but it’s just the Nesta and/or Azriel scenes for me …

#nesta archeron #nessian #cassian #hosaf #acosf #sarah j maas #nezriel #azriel #gwynriel

[nocasdatsgay]

Nesta really should have been Azriel’s mate. I understand the need for guy/gal friendships but Sarah they were right there 😭 we could have had it all.

#Az and Nesta are peak book girl/gamer boy vibes #maybe I’ll write a modern au #but for fuckin real #NESTA LOOKS BETTER IN BLUE I SAID IT #maybe I’m just projecting #nesta archeron #nezriel #azriel acotar

[thesistersarcheron]

Plagiarism in the ACOTAR Fandom

If you write Nessian, Nezriel, or Cazriel and ACOSF fics, take note.

On Thursday, June 29, I learned that my fic, viciousness & intelligence, was plagiarized by A03 user amaliea25 in her story titled Fall from Grace. Since alerting her that I was aware of her plagiarism, she edited the scenes she stole from my fic, but she has not removed them entirely from her story.

This plagiarism came to my attention when amaliea25 commented on my short V&I outtake, promises & punishments. This was the first time she contacted me on AO3, and I was curious about what drew someone to such a minor fic. I clicked onto her page and found that she was also a Nesta/Azriel/Cassian writer. Previously, I ignored Fall from Grace because, as a canon-divergent ACOSF story in which Nesta has an unexpected dual mating bond with Cassian and Azriel, the premise was similar enough to V&I that I did not want to step on her toes by accident.

However, I shouldn't have worried about that. Because when I decided to check out a random page in her fic anyway to decide whether or not I should bookmark it to read after I finish V&I, I discovered she was already plagiarizing my work.

Screenshots below the cut.

The Plagiarized Content

To my knowledge, three scenes from V&I were stolen from Chapters 2, 3, and 6. However, amaliea25 is in the habit of paraphrasing the scenes she steals, and I haven't read V&I in over 6 months, so I have suspicions about at least half a dozen more passages and plot points. I will highlight the two most obvious offenses here.

These screenshots were taken on June 29th.

viciousness & intelligence Chapters 2 and 6 (published 5/10/22 and 6/21/22) vs. Fall from Grace Chapter 22 (published 5/31/23)

viciousness & intelligence Chapter 3 (published 5/19/22) vs. Fall from Grace Chapter 23 (published 6/2/23)

The Reddit Tip-off

I have since read the entirety of Fall from Grace to check for more plagiarism, and while doing so I realized that the title of Fall from Grace and the sentiment in the comment on promises & punishments sounded familiar to me. I used to advertise my fics on r/ACOTAR, and in May I received email notifications about several comments on my old post about V&I... the most recent of which advertised another Nessriel story entirely.

I was appalled that someone promoted another fic on my post, but ignored it at the time and muted the user - I thought it was just a fan of the Nesta/Cassian/Azriel ship being unknowingly rude.

But when I went back and confirmed that the story in this comment was the one that plagiarized my fic, I did get a little heated and jump the gun. I replied, "Considering that fic has plagiarized mine, do not do that." The next morning, the comment advertising Fall from Grace on my post was gone.

But even though that one instance of this user promoting Fall from Grace was deleted, it is strange that it is the only fic u/Embarrassed_Room1347 promotes, isn’t it?

So I suspect that u/Embarrassed_Room1347 and AO3 user amaliea25 are the same person, and that my comment about plagiarism on June 29th tipped her off that I was aware and that she needed to cover up her tracks...

The Alteration

...which she tried to do. Poorly. Here is a screenshot of the same portion of Chapter 22 of Fall from Grace taken today, July 1st, proving that amaliea25 is aware that she committed plagiarism, that it is not okay, and that I am unhappy that she did. This is the only edit she has made to my knowledge, since as of this post, Chapter 23 remains untouched.

Despite amaliea25's attempts to edit away her plagiarism, I also downloaded a copy of Fall from Grace as an EPUB from AO3 on June 29th before she had the chance. This fic was first published on May 8, 2023, and the extreme length and patchwork quality of the writing and plot indicates to me that much of it was taken from outside sources.

If you are a fellow ACOTAR author and you are concerned amaliea25 may have plagiarized your work and is now attempting to cover it up, please DM me. I'll send you the file so you can check for yourself.

She may have altered what she stole from your work even further since June 29th, but it is likely still in her fic.

I only check AO3 for fics. If you are aware of Fall from Grace on any other platforms, I would appreciate it if you told me so I can report it.

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of silver flames #acosf #nesta archeron #azriel #cassian #nessriel #nessianriel #nezriel #cazriel #a court of thorns and roses fic

[alicentsaegon]

Listen I was hesitant about Nezriel at first. But on second re read. My third eye is wide open Nesta and Azriel actually THEEEE ship of dreams. Top Dog recognizing Top Dog

#the virgin cassian vs the chad azriel #nezriel #how is EVERYONE a better match for Nesta than her own mate #acotar #nesta x azriel #pro nesta archeron

[separatist-apologist]

Every Corner Of This House Is Haunted

Summary: Nesta would leave if he asked her to.

Azriel never would.

For Day 2: Traditions of @sjmromanceweek

CW: Cheating, smut

Read on AO3

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She knew he was coming. 

Silent as the grave and yet somehow she always knew exactly where he was, could have picked him out in a crowd with ease. It had always been like that between them—some silent understanding they shared, some secret only they knew. Nesta didn’t move from her chair, pretending to read though they both knew he was there.

The tell-tale click of the lock shattered the game of pretend. Nesta was forced to look over where Azriel stood, back pressed to the door hiding them from the world. They were friends—no one wondered why they were alone in the House of Wind and if they were caught behind this door, no one would think a thing of it.

But no one was coming tonight. Cassian was out with Rhys, spending one last night of freedom doing whatever it was he had planned before they were married in the morning. Nesta had kissed him on the cheek and warned him not to be hungover at their wedding ceremony the next morning. 

Azriel should have been with them celebrating. 

“You’re home early,” Nesta commented, well aware that Azriel could hear her heart racing. 

“I told Cass I’d meet up with him if I could get away from my assignment early,” Azriel responded, his words low and deep. She couldn’t drag her eyes off him, pulled in his current until she was drowning in eyes more green than brown. 

“They’re probably down at Rita’s,” Nesta said dismissively, returning to her book. You should go meet them, was what she didn’t say because she didn’t want him to leave though she knew he should. He’d promised the last time was the last time.

Just like always. 

“I’m not finished,” Azriel told her, pushing himself off the door to come closer. Nesta watched from the corner of her eye, one hand gripping the arm of the chair so tightly she could hear it groan beneath the pressure. “He’s not coming home tonight.”

“I know,” she whispered, drinking in the cool smell of peppermint and snow. 

“Tonight I can pretend,” he added, swallowing hard. I can pretend you’re mine. 

Nesta turned her face, unprepared to find him kneeling beside her. Azriel didn’t let her speak, capturing her lips with his own as he reached for her face. It was easier this way. If they really talked about what tomorrow meant, Nesta knew she’d cry and Azriel would leave and there would be nothing left between them.

No it was better like this. Threading her fingers through his thick, messy hair, Nesta scooted until Azriel was pulling her from the chair, her book clattering to the ground. They had to be careful—scents lingered. Tonight, though, Nesta wanted to pretend, too. She wanted to pretend that it hadn’t been Cassian on the other end of that cord but Azriel instead.

It was a cruel, unfair thing to wish. 

Maybe she would have hated him, too, had he been her mate. Maybe Nesta just wanted what she couldn’t have. There was no way of knowing and for the rest of her life, Nesta would be plagued with the knowledge of what it was like to be loved by Azriel without ever sharing that with anyone but the male himself.

“Up,” Azriel ordered, hands sliding beneath her ass to lift her into the air. “With me.”

His room was private. Cassian and Rhys didn’t dare tread in his space and would never know the things that happened within those four walls. Even the presence of the house seemed to vanish there, as if it knew better than to watch. Nesta buried her face in the crook of Azriel’s neck, tracking the tattoos that crawled over his skin with her tongue while he walked. 

Stay with me, she wanted to scream. They could run away somewhere even the long arm of Rhys didn’t reach. Could hide on the continent for a couple centuries. Long enough for tempers to cool, at least.

And Nesta knew that Azriel never would. He wouldn’t leave his brothers, his family, his home. Not for her, not for happiness. 

Not for anyone. There was no use begging—not that she ever would—because Azriel didn’t think he was worth all the trouble. He’d take her like this because these stolen moments were all he thought he deserved, and Nesta didn’t know how to untangle that knot.

To prove he was worth so much more than the scraps of another man's life. 

His bedroom door opened and closed, plunging them into total darkness. It was Nesta’s turn to kiss him, legs wrapped tight around Azriel’s torso, her hands back in his hair. He tasted like the cold air around them and when his fingers slid over her spine, deftly undoing the pearl buttons that kept her dress on, Nesta shivered. 

“I need to taste you,” Azriel whispered in the dark. 

“Please,” she responded, relieved when her back hit the bed. Her dress was gone, leaving nothing but the whisper of air against her bare stomach and her underthings she wished he would shred. Somewhere in this room Azriel must have had a collection of her night dresses. Nesta had never asked what he did with them when she slipped back to her room naked and Azriel had never once returned them. 

Nesta had nothing of his at all. Only her memories, locked up so tight not even Rhys would find them, even with a hundred years of torture. She wanted more, though. More than his rough, callused fingers taking off the rest of her clothes and more than the darkness that hid them. 

“Az—”

“Don’t,” he rasped, sinking to his knees at the edge of the bed. “Let me.”

She was already naked, propped up on her elbows as Azriel slid smoothly to his knees. He preferred them this way—her on a pedestal, him worshipful. His eyes were catlike in the dark, reflecting the tiniest sliver of light. She could see his scarred fingers sliding up her shins, spreading her thighs further apart. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Azriel murmured, his breath warm against her skin. Nesta held her breath, hoping to hear him say the three words that had eluded them both since they’d first began. He didn’t, though. And she didn’t ask him to—there were some lows Nesta refused to stoop to. 

He’d say it with his hands, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. But never with his words. Just give me a reason to go, Az.

He wouldn’t. 

Could he feel her desperation, she wondered? As he trailed his tongue up her leg, stopping just to return to her other leg, teasing her with slow touches, Nesta thought he must. This felt like an apology.

It felt like goodbye. 

“Turn it off,” Azriel whispered, hovering between her legs. “I can hear your thoughts.”

“Az—” Nesta tried again, but this time he silenced her with a long lick up the center of her cunt. Nesta exhaled and just like Azriel wanted, her thoughts narrowed to his mouth and his tongue and nothing else. She convinced herself, when he slid one of his fingers into her body, that they had more time. Eons of it. He wasn’t going anywhere and neither was she. There would be time.

Nesta relaxed into the mattress and Azriel rewarded her for it, sucking and teasing her clit until she was panting as though she’d run up and down the stairs. 

Azriel began to pump slowly, replacing that singular finger with a second, and then a third. It was a prelude to what he’d do when he finished and some little part of her wished he’d just hurry himself up. 

Nesta raked her nails through his hair, delighting in the shuddering moan that escaped him. His mouth moved against her quicker, though with that same, fluid softness that drove her insane. Nesta was burning, could feel her magic crackling beneath her skin. If she wasn’t careful, she’d ignite the bedsheets on fire and have to make up some lie about what she’d been in Azriels room.

Again.

Azriel’s mouth was a symphony, each touch a new note. Fisting her fingers in his hair, Nesta pulled him closer the way he liked, grinding her body into his face until all she could hear was their shared breathing and his soft little moans reverberating through her.

“Az,” she whispered in warning. They were always quiet and she wondered what he was like wholly unrestrained. Did he even know? Nesta pressed her toes against his shoulders, pushing just a little as pleasure swept her toward the ceiling, toward the sky. Nesta’s thighs clamped around his face seconds before she came, causing Azriel to pull his fingers from her body so he could drag her closer and hold her still.

It was his favorite little game. She was lost to pleasure, drowning beneath the press of his tongue. It seemed as though he might just ride her through the orgasm but Azriel was a torturer, and that instinct didn’t stop in the bedroom. It merely sharpened him, drove him to keep licking until Nesta was writhing, her legs draped over his back so she couldn’t kick at his chest.

“Az,” she breathed, the pain quickly shifting into over stimulation. It was no use. Eyes locked on her face, Azriel pulled that second orgasm out of her writhing and panting before he let her go. Nesta felt exhausted, her limbs heavy. He’d let her sleep and she knew it, and Nesta wasn’t letting Azriel play the gentleman. Not tonight. 

Rising up on her knees was met with a soft push against her chest, fingers grazing her bare breasts. “Not tonight,” he murmured, undoing the snaps that kept his clothes on. Nesta watched, tucking her heels beneath her body, hands resting in her lap. She thrust her chest out just a little, noting that his eyes were locked on her breasts, lips parted with obvious desire. 

He was hard—of course he was. It was still a revelation each time he revealed the thick, long length of himself. She still remembered the first night after months and months of dancing around their attraction. Nesta had been so sure she’d reach between his legs and find nothing waiting for her—just proof she’d made the entire thing up in her head. 

“Don’t move,” Azriel ordered, his voice dark and bossy. Nesta stayed where she was as he climbed on the bed and sat himself against the headboard. He looked like a nightmare, wings spread wide, legs parted, cock jutting high in the air. “Crawl to me, Nes.”

Nesta did as he asked with exaggerated slowness, making her way toward him until she was eye level with his cock. She licked the length of it, holding his gaze. Azriel exhaled, shaking his head. “Get in my lap, sweetheart.”

Her relief threatened to choke her. 

Swinging a leg over his hips, Nesta rubbed her dripping cunt against the head of his cock. Azriel’s head fell back against the headboard with a thud, eyes fluttering shut. She might have thought him totally gone had he not reached for her breasts, taking one in each of his large hands and squeezing lightly.

“You’re so cruel,” Azriel whispered, leaning forward to brush his lips against her neck. “What have I done to deserve your hatred, Nesta?”

“I don’t hate you,” she protested, sinking slowly down his shaft. Azriel groaned louder this time. I love you. 

It hung between them screaming loud despite having never been spoken aloud. 

Azriel’s hands skimmed down the sides of her body, pulling her flush against him roughly. Nesta gasped, squeezed tight around the length of him. She’d never be used to the sheer size of his body, would never adjust like she’d once thought she might. The look of satisfaction on his face told her he didn’t want her to get used to him. He liked the time she spent breathing through parted lips and squeezing herself around him, trying to relax so she could wholly enjoy herself.

“You’re so tight,” he praised. “So wet for me.”

Digging her nails into his tattooed chest, Nesta replied, “You’re chatty tonight.”

He smiled and oh, the sight made her heart ache. He was so impossibly beautiful. Did he even know it? Nesta didn’t move, distracted by a thought that had wormed its way into her mind months earlier. How were mates chosen? Didn’t the mother recognize she and Azriel shared pieces of the same soul? He couldn’t see how utterly lovely he was, would never believe anyone could love him.

But she could. Just as Azriel had loved her long before anyone else had and Nesta wished, more than anything, that it had been him. 

Azriel rolled her hips, pulling her back to the present. “Stay with me now,” he murmured, kissing her with glossy lips. Nesta let him, matching his slow, steady rhythm while bracing herself on his shoulders. It was easy enough to reach for one of his wings even with her eyes closed. She knew what he liked, had once spent an entire evening teaching her every spot she could touch and the response it might elicit.

Some pleasure.

Some pain.

Azriel liked a mix of both under the right circumstances. A torrent of memories flooded through her—nights spent tying him up, his knife in her hand. That wasn’t this night, though. And Nesta couldn’t let him go—not the way he expected her to. Not like everyone else did. Wordlessly, without explanation.

Without telling him what he meant to her.

Gripping his face, his cock still buried in her body, Nesta forced Azriel to look at her. “Tell me to leave. Ask me to stay with you.”

Pain flashed across his features. Azriel wrapped his arms around her body, crushing her against his chest as his hips began to move faster, with more urgency.

“I can’t,” he said, forehead pressed to her own. “I can’t do that.”

“Please,” she whispered. 

“In another life we could be selfish,” he told her, and she knew there would be no pleading with him on this. He wouldn’t betray his friend, his brother—not completely. And Nesta knew if she left, Azriel would still be firm in his resolve.

“This isn’t goodbye,” she said, well aware her words were a lie. 

“This isn’t goodbye,” Azriel agreed, brushing his thumb against her cheek. 

But it was goodbye and they both knew it. This was all that was left for the two of them and Nesta was going to hold on to it for as long as she could—though in the end, it wasn’t long enough. They couldn’t hold off, sweat slicked bodies pressed tight. Azriel whimpered softly, the only indication he was close. Nesta wasn’t going to cry.

So she came loudly, letting all her feelings out in that one, strangled cry. This was all that was left between them. Azriel’s hold on her body was punishing, legs drawn up as he pumped himself into her desperately. 

She should have left him, then. Should have gotten up, redressed, and gone to bed. Nesta had to be up early—Gwyn and Emerie would be arriving with the sun if Elain and Feyre didn’t beat them first. Everyone would descend on them, excited for the first real, semi-royal wedding the Night Court had seen in centuries.

Azriel must have been thinking it, too.

“Let me clean you up,” he whispered with a hoarse whisper. 

“Stay with me until the sun comes up?” she asked.

Azriel brushed his fingers over her lips. “I’ll stay here as long as you need me.”

Their eyes met. Azriel would never leave.

And Nesta wouldn’t, either.

#nezriel #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger

[starsreminisce]

Antis like to highlight that Lucien lives with Vassa, conveniently ignoring Jurian, as if Azriel doesn't reside with Nesta and Cassian.

However, it was Bryce who felt as though she was intruding on an intimate moment between Nesta and Azriel, whereas we haven't encountered similar descriptions regarding Lucien and Vassa.

Even when Vassa discussed having to return to Koschei, there weren't any indications of intimacy between her and Lucien.

Lucien never embraced Vassa, didn't defend her against Jurian's teasing, and their interactions were primarily focused on engaging conversations. In fact, Lucien blushed while looking at Elain when Feyre teased him about being Vassa's acolyte.

After the battle, Lucien immediately sought out Elain, and during the subsequent meeting, he remained by her side. In ACOSAF, Mor hinted that Lucien and Elain weren't ready for a romantic relationship.

ACOSF unequivocally clarifies Lucien's feelings, positioning him clearly with Elain rather than Vassa, as emphasized within paragraphs of each other.

So, why are the brief interactions between Vassa and Lucien being misconstrued as romantic, while the interactions between Nesta and Azriel are perceived as platonic?

#elucien #antielriel #antie/riel #antivassien #nezriel