So There’s This Monument In Paris

I realized that basically for nearly the entire spam of Elain's life, Lucien was living in the spring court and now I can't stop thinking about the idea that the reason she feels such connection with gardening was because he subconsciously send her images of the spring court, especially the manor's garden, like Rhysand had done with Feyre and the nigh sky.

SANTA TELL ME [pt. 1]

@ofduskanddreams I was so excited when I knew that I was gonna write for you, like really excited. I'm sorry I got a bit late but I hope you really, really like it.

This is the first part of a multi chapter fanfic and I hope that you really enjoyed it.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I'm sorry for any possible spelling mistakes.

Azriel didn't expected his life to be like this when he was a child.

Well, maybe it did, but definitely did not expect to be a courtier in his work just to make alliances. He, as a matter of fact, was a better courtier than his brother was, he loved Cassian, but he was an asshole and sucked in all the aspects of the work it has to be done.

He was okay with being a spy, with interrogating and murdering people, well, not okay with it, but he learned that it was for the better for the Court and did know his job was relevant and it had to be done. Sometimes he thinks of it and doesn't know what to do with his life if it wasn't for the job he has been doing for the past five hundred years.

But having to work even in the holidays. He was maybe not a big fan of the rumbling and the stupidity of all the things he had to endure during solstice, but was one of the only holidays he had, and maybe was a little angry with Rhys for accepting in his name to go a week into the Winter Court to see the holidays there and make a treaty between the Winter and Night Court, but it did pissed him off.

He was expected to accept it since Mor was back from the fucking Continent and Amren wouldn't go, and his brothers and his mates were obviously out of question being the first solstice as a pair for Cassian and Nesta and being the first solstice of Nyx, so he was the better option. Well, the only option available, cause Elain was out of question again.

Between the three of the brothers he was the most patient one, since his life consisted in waiting and waiting for his job to be done, but he was done waiting and wanted to scream to Rhys for the fuck he happened to be the solstice.

That he could join them for the night after solstice for the annual snowball fight, and definitely he would make them pay for this, cause Cassian agreed it was a good idea to make it happen.

But tonight he did not have any patient, so when he throws the glass he has on his hand to the wall it shatters in many pieces, oh how he wanted it to be one of his brothers, he was fuming.

And nobody could do anything about it, not now that the answer had been sent to the Winter Court.

He needed something to calm down, or it will be a very long week. Seven days, he had to survive in the Winter Court for seven days before he could wipe that attitude off Rhys's and Cassian's face with the floor.

Oh how he hated them in this fucking moment.

He hated not being in control, he was a fucking control freak, how could he not when all his choices where out of his hands for all his childhood and early adulthood, even now he hand not all the control in his fucking life. He adored his family, he really did, but not now, not when they make decisions for him without even noticing until the night before he had to go.

Oh he would not go unnoticed. He had a clear idea of what to do hen he arrived, but definitely he would destroy Cassian and Rhys in the annual snowball fight, he had won many before and would won many after this one. He outnumbered the other two of them, not even adding up his victories did they compare to Azriel's.

He didn't tried to sleep, it was useless, he knew he couldn't sleep in this fucking situation. So he started thinking of anything he could've forgotten, even though he knew he hadn't forgot anything.

When he had calmed down he picked a book of the library he had in his plain room, he had read it at least a dozen times, but he hadn't get any knew book that caught up his attention a simple bare minimum, so he kept re-reading the books he already read.

He spent all the night reading till the sun was up, then he had put down the book and took his bag full of clothes, plans, and information he had not memorised. If he was being honest, he remembered quiet well, but being an asshole knowing almost everything normally made people feel uncomfortable, so he pretended most of the times he didn't knew, other times he was extremely cocky about it, reaching the top level of being an asshole.

Cassian was already up when he came out of his room, but choose to ignore him, he really did not wanted to talk to someone so early, he would shout at him if pushed far enough, and he would push, even though he knew it was not good for any of them.

He was gonna go out for several days and eve though it was all bullshit it was better than having to see all happiness around him revolve while he was unsure about everything.

The bag on his shoulder didn't felt like any weigh was there. A remember of all the little things he needed to be set up in another place. A feeling of discomfort waved from his chest. His life was a scattering mess again and again and again, and he couldn't pull from the waves that were pushing and pushing him far below from the surface.

He loved Nesta and Feyre like her sisters, he really did, but before them he was taken care by Rhysand and Cassian even though he did in fact not tell anyone he was hurting, and here they were, far apart from each other, maybe it was unintentional but he did not wanted to go to the Winter Court. It was freezing there, and when it was really winter in all the other courts it was almost unspeakable how his hands really hurt with all the extra freezing.

Not any gloves could fix that shit.

So he started flying, snowflakes in Velaris were merely starting to fall, and when he was out of reach of the city he had called home for centuries now, he winnowed far away. Just when he reached the border of Nearon, the capital of the Winter Court, he started to feel his hands begin to frozen up.

How he hated winter and how he loved it at the same time.

He hated how it make him shiver every time he saw something like a cave or a hole on the ground full of snow, he remembered very well how it was back in his fathers house, the cell full of worms and snow in winter. He hated how his hands ache all this time after the incident with his step brothers, he hated the memories of all of that. He mostly hated winter.

But he loved it when it was not freezing but chill outside, late winter reaching spring, with the chill and the sun bathing all his body without being feeling hot. The snowball fight was the only time he loved snow.

He looked his surroundings, while his shadows explored all the zone. In less than ten seconds there were two white heads that caught his attention. Kallias and Viviane, High Lord and the Lady of the Winter Court.

"Shadowsinger, a pleasure to see you" said Viviane with a wide smile.

"Pleasure is mine" he said with a nod.

It didn't take him long to have it his own way while both of them started speaking of something about the holidays. Azriel was unsure why but his shadows were starting to wander far, far away from him.

"This week we wanted that our visitors meet our traditions so that they could maybe catch some for their Courts, and maybe start a new trade way." Kallias didn't say anything else.

He didn't comment, but was in fact curious of who else would be visiting in this holiday another Court for work and allies purposes.

It wasn't till he saw the palace from far far away that he smelled a smoky scent. Burnt wood, cinnamon and leather, that what it smelled like, and he knew quite well who that scent belonged to. If the holidays weren't terrible enough they might just get worse.

Eris Vanserra was grinning in their direction. Azriel couldn't be more pissed of.

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

It's beginning to look a lot like C H R I S T M A S! 🎵🎄

Hohoho!!! Hello, giftee!! I hope that you've been doing well. With it officially being November 1st, the holiday season is upon us and I have officially begun working on your gift!! I have a few questions to help me along as I go:

What are your headcanons about Azris regarding the mating bond (if you think they're mated)? (i.e. do you think they know about it and ignore it? do you think one of them knows but the other doesn't? are they both oblivious? etc)

Which of the ACOTAR books is your favorite and why?

I look forward to hearing your answers!! Have a great week!!

Hiiii Santa! I'm so so sorry for making you wait to respond.

Like I think the one that knows is Eris, and it's a fucking tease, Azriel is oblivious but knows how to put him in his place. Like he would have be mad if Eris didn't told him and he discovers it any other way.

So much angst between this to, like, holy gods how I would like them to be soo angry, and the grovel over the mating bond.

My favourite book could be Acosf, but due to the Valkyries, like, I didn't like when they make a prison out of the HoW for Nes. Such a dicks witty that fucking decision.

Have a nice week santaaa

and i don’t even like staying up this late i just do it

singing why u so obsessed w me at slyth*rin sk*ttles fans who insist on reposting our posts talking about our problems with their interpretations of characters that completely betray canon.. we are allowed to disagree with you and you are allowed to disagree with us. just be respectful and do it in your spaces and we will do it in ours!

how does tumblr even work do you just like talk to yourself until people are like "i like this one"

fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

The fellowships are playing game

Gandalf: Now, describe Aragorn in just one word.

Frodo: Loyal

Sam: Brave

Merry: Serious

Pippin: Handsome

Boromir: Regal

Gimli: Trustworthy

Legolas: Mine

Aragorn: ...

Aragorn: What he said.

Everyone else: ...

Ho ho ho hello! Secret Santa just checking in to make sure you received my last ask? I sent a couple questions on November 1st. If you did and are just taking your time answering that's totally fine, I just didn't want you to think I abandoned you if somehow tumblr ate the ask.

If you didn't receive it can you let me know and I'll resend?

Anyhow, hope you're having a lovely November so far! I'm actively working on your gift and want to make sure it's the best it can be for you, so I'll continue to have questions as we move along.

So sorry I didn't answer sooner, like, I didn't show the notification, but here I am, so sorry