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🍁autumn court babies!🍁

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Alexius - Day Court OC

Artist: @geniemillies

OC created by @zenkindoflove

Alexius (male OC) is a Day Court emissary, cousin to the High Lord Helion, and from a long line of Pegasus stewards, who he takes care of in his day to day. He's flirtatious, funny, unapologetically flamboyant, and the sunshine in Eris Vanserra's life (Erixius).

@geniemillies brought him to life in a way I couldn't even imagine. I'm so in love with her unique and whimsical style. She made him so glamorous and beautiful, and incorporated so many things about him in this work (clock the Pegasus wings!). I'm so grateful she agreed to draw my baby! ❤️ Thank you thank you thank you!!! Check out her commission post.

If you want to read about Alexius, please see my Eris x Alexius Masterlist that contains a complete list of fanfics and other works that focus on him and his relationship with Eris.

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I was thinking about this design for the dress. Tamtam you could be a god

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"If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?"🧡

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~Lucien Vanserra🍁

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He's probably my favorite male character from Acotar and well, he deserved a fanart!😂🧡

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Lucien my beloved

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Redoing a picture I did of Lucien last year. I thought it would be fun to see how different it looks now. Also, Lucien described in leathers, with a ponytail down his back, blood splattered on his face, was the hottest thing in ACOTAR series hands down.

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With you I am home 🩷

You can support the art here on Instagram

@amandapearls , @lulufoxlainfawn , and I have been holding onto this commission for so long we’ve been dying to share it. We’re so excited to share this GORGEOUS artwork of Elain and Lucien. We wanted to show Elain and Lucien happily mated and just having a nice peace day together. Plus sometimes a girl just wants to be carried by her mate 🥹🥹

Paola Pieretti.art blew us away with this beautiful art! Seriously we screeched with happiness when we saw this art. Thank you so much Paola Pieretti.art for creating this amazing artwork. It’s always a pleasure to work with you! The way you portray emotion so well in your artwork is exceptional!

All characters belong to Sarah J Maas and Bloomsbury Publishing

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Perks of being a High Lord

@azrisweek day 5: Favorite trope/AU

Pairing: Azris

Summary: Just Azris having very good, very soft morning sex, I guess 🤣

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, mxm, oral sex

A/N: I love me a nice morning sex trope 💕😊

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

Eris has never been a morning person. 

He always wakes up early, and has no issue in doing so, yes, but he has never enjoyed it.

Until Azriel came into his life. 

Now, he feels as if waking up with Azriel's lips latched onto his neck, as the earliest rays of sun filter through the curtains, has magically turned him into a morning person. 

“ ‘Morning, lordling.” 

And Gods, Azriel's morning voice does things to Eris. 

Eris exhales a breathy moan when he feels his lips travel south. “I'm High Lord now,” he whispers, his eyes squinted as he tries to make out Azriel's form through the semi-darkness. “Not a “lordling”.” 

“Oh, so what, should I kneel before you now, High Lord?” 

Azriel's hands grab onto Eris' hips as he attempts to buck them upwards. He pins them down onto the bed, restraining Eris from grinding against him.

“You're being unfair,” Eris grunts. “And I'm half tempted to accept your offer.” 

Eris' complaints die when Azriel does that thing with his mouth. The thing when he tugs on his right nipple with his teeth then soothes the sting with his tongue. 

Eris arches against his lover's body, tangling one hand into his soft onyx hair, following with every movement Azriel makes. Eris trusts him to go and do exactly what his body craves, just like he always does. Because Azriel knows him, knows his body, his limits, and what he likes. 

Perhaps not everything he likes, though. Because what's a Vanserra without a few things up his sleeve? Those things Eris likes that Azriel doesn't know of are surprises he keeps for when he feels like they need to spice up things. 

But for now, soft and slow morning sex is everything Eris wants and needs.  

“Mh, someone is already up and eager…” Azriel says once his face reaches between Eris spread legs. “Good morning, down there.” 

“Good morning indeed,” Eris stops talking when he feels Azriel's mouth against his undergarment, just above his growing length. 

He hears the faint sound of Azriel's amusement, and he tightens his grip into his hair, urging him on. 

Azriel doesn't make him wait, not this time. He removes his grip from Eris’ hips only to remove his sleepwear. 

Eris—who only sleeps in pants at night, always feeling too hot—is now utterly naked in front of Azriel. The sunrise seeping through the curtains cast shadows onto the Illyrian's body, making his muscles look even more defined. 

He's kneeling between Eris legs, hazel eyes drinking in the sight of his freckled skin as he stares down at him. 

Azriel, probably feeling the intensity of his stare weighting on him, looks up. The light coming through the curtains hit his eyes directly, making them seem a bit lighter, but brighter, like precious jewels Eris would spend a fortune to own and keep. The lashes framing them look thick, soft, and so damn arousing when he looks at Eris through them. 

Scarred hands slide underneath Eris, they tilt his hips up, exposing him completely so Azriel has full access to his body. 

Azriel's eyes are still glued on Eris’ face when he goes for his cock, pushing it down his throat inch by inch. 

Eris throws his head back against the insane amount of pillows in their bed. He pushes some of the bed to make himself more comfortable as Azriel quite literally blows his soul out of him. 

He moans when he feels the tip of Azriel's tongue sliding up the slit of his cock, and feels fingers digging into the flesh of his ass to keep him in place. 

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” He moans, running his fingers through Azriel's hair. 

Eris slides another pillow underneath his head, so he's more propped up and can have a better view on the lewd display happening between his own two legs. 

Azriel's hair is messy where Eris holds them. He's kneeling, ass in the air, wings spread wide and twitching above him, his arms underneath Eris as he lifts his ass off the bed while his mouth works magic. 

The view, plus Azriel offering him a nice morning blowjob, is enough to bring Eris to the edge embarrassingly too quickly. He lifts Azriel's face off him and pulls him up by the hair. Azriel gives his ass a last squeeze before crawling up the male's body, following him like a moth to the flame. 

Eris pulls Azriel down into a feverish kiss, biting onto his lower lip as his freckled hand—warm, as they like it—wraps itself around their cock. 

They moan in eachother's mouth as Eris leads them to their orgasm. Their breathing grows ragged, and Azriel breaks the kiss. 

“Come for me, Eris.”

Azriel's voice is raspy, deliciously so. He brings his forehead to Eris’ collarbone and bites down on it. 

The action makes Eris come undone, his fingernails biting into the sensitive skin between Azriel's wings. They flare, spreading widely above them, like a shield against the world. Then, Azriel spills himself, too. 

Azriel collapses atop Eris, careful not to crush their sensitive cock in the process. They're sticky, sweaty, and they probably don't smell really good either, but neither of them makes a move to get up. 

Azriel kisses the mark he's left on Eris skin, watching as it slowly fades away. 

“It's a shame, somehow, that Faes have such quick healing abilities.” Azriel mumbles, frowning in annoyance as his bite mark is now turned into a small pink patch of skin.

“And it's a shame that High Lords have duties. And yet, here we are.” Eris sighs dramatically before rolling over to stand up. 

Azriel holds him back, tugging on his waist to pin him back beneath him effortlessly. 

“Wait,” He says, pecking Eris sweaty forehead. “Stay in bed while I clean you up, it'll earn you a few more minutes in bed. I know how much you hate having to get ready in the mornings, and I can do that for you, if you let me.”

A blush creeps up the High Lord's cheeks, and he settles back into the pillows, giving Azriel silent permission to take care of him. 

Azriel feels very pleased, almost giddy, as he walks towards the bathroom to gather the things he needs for his “taking care of Eris” mission. 

When he gets back to bed, he takes his time cleaning Eris up. But he doesn't linger, not testing his luck. Getting the opportunity to take care of Eris like this is a rare occasion, so Azriel makes the most of it. 

“How do you always know what I need?” Eris asks, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. 

Azriel shrugs, now starting on getting Eris dressed up, slowly, taking his time. “I just pay attention, I guess.”

Another beat of silence passes between them. “Can I tell you a secret?” 

Azriel looks up at Eris, an eyebrow lifted as he waits for him to develop. 

“I really don't want to get up and work today.” 

“Well, good thing you're High Lord then,” Azriel snickers. Eris is all dressed up now. He's ready to face the day, technically, but… “Five more minutes in bed?” 

Azriel laughs when Eris’ arms wrap around his neck, sending him down with him. They're sprawled over the bedsheets, Azriel stark naked, and Eris cleaned dressed up in his fancy High Lord attire. “Approved.” The High Lord of Autumn concludes, holding onto his mate to laze around in bed for just a few minutes. 

Or maybe a few hours. But Eris is a High Lord, and High Lords make the rules. 

ACOTAR general taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @acotar-lover @paige0103 @princesssunderworld

Azris taglist: @g00seg1rl @irithiadourden

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“You’re mine.”

I hope this one is only the first art I’ll draw for this amazing chapter. It took me a while but Rhysand and Feyre are so worth it.

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Oh my stars, such a cute depiction 😍

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Day 5 AU

Lil 80s fae vamp AU coz I neeed em to be in the 80s metal, goth & s&m scenes. Azriel in particular paying homage to our gayest leather daddy king, Rob Halford of Judas Priest 🛐 (I can just see him torturing his victims to tunes like Nightcrawler or Painkiller, in full out 80s leather gear)

And Eris? He just has to radiate a young and cheeky Billy Idol please and thank yaw 🫠

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Taglist! Lmk if you want on or off babes 💋

@chunkypossum @jules-writes-stories @mistandmemories @g00seg1rl @irithiadourden @the-darkestminds @thesourcabbage @aleksandra25cracow

@futurehunt @molcat07 @buffy-vanserra @fourteentrout @makinglongwordsslutty @amalhe-kofee @rentfreeatticsquirrel @donnadiddadog @pippsmcgee @vnfadinglight

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baby eris’ first encounter with the shadowsinger certainly brought up some repressed emotions

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I fucking love how everytime lucien is asked about the spring court he says nothing about tamlin and how he’s doing.He gives the most vague polite answers and nothing more.Mostly because he knows “how’s the spring court” is just code for “how’s tamlin and has he died yet” and he will not give anyone the satisfaction of knowing anything or having them gloat over his decline.The basic decency to not talk about his mental health struggles and air out his dirty laundry shows not just what kind of a person lucien is but how he’s still protective of tamlin despite everything .It’s such a small gesture but I really appreciate lucien giving tamlin the respect of not revealing anything about his current state.

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Lucien FanArt

I don't care what everyone thinks or says, Lucien is the best man in the series. He is sassy, loyal and selfless and overall the only character with common sense ( besides Eris).

I don't understand why Sarah treats him like the punching bag of the series. I will die for him.

Anyway , how is your favorite character from ACOTAR and how should I draw next?

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@azrisweek Day 3: Contact

“I loved you before the bond, and I will love you after. Please don’t take it from me… from us.”

Dividers by @olenvasynyt

Since tumblr hates quality and details, close ups under the cut

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train!

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titties.

You're welcome.

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The Mystery of Lucien's Jackets

I’ve never written Elucien. Or omega verse. So really, this is an experience for everyone involved.

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When the first one goes missing, Lucien doesn’t think anything of it. He probably just misplaced it somewhere, and it’ll turn up sooner or later. Even though he rarely misplaces anything, keeping everything in an organized fashion, everyone loses something now and again.

So he goes on with his day.

But then the next day, another one disappears. And then another. It’s always the one he wore the day before, which makes no sense , because he doesn’t take them off until he gets to his bedroom anyway. And once they’re in his room, Lucien neatly hangs them up in his wardrobe.

It’s starting to make him go crazy. 

Feyre sees him pacing in the living room of the river house when she leaves for her art studio that morning, making no comment, and then again when she returns.

Apparently, seeing him like that twice is enough.

“Ok, Lucien. What is going on? You look like a caged animal.”

“My jackets keep disappearing. I came here with six of them, and now I’m down to three.”

“That’s odd,” Feyre says, her lips turning into a frown. “They’ve got to be around here somewhere. Hopefully we can find them before you leave.”

He agrees. It would be embarrassing to return to the mortal lands without half of his favorite jackets. Vassa and Jurian would tease him relentlessly, and he’d have to get fitted for new ones. 

The next day, another jacket is gone. Again, the one he wore the day before. Which is crazy, because he remembers with perfect clarity hanging it up on the hook by the door, determined not to lose another one. 

But when he returns to his room after lunch, the jacket, just like the others, is missing. 

This is getting out of hand. Someone has to be pulling some sort of prank on him. Cassian, probably. It’s definitely Cassian. 

The general’s been treating him more like a brother recently, playing small jokes on him whenever he comes to visit. Which is great, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can take this. Any other prank he can handle, but not one that messes with his clothing. 

At dinner that night, he brings it up.

“I bet you think you’re really funny, don’t you?”

Cassian furrows his brows. “What?”

“I know stealing my jackets seems like a funny prank to you, but I’d really like them back, please.”

“What are you talking about?” Cassian asks. “That’s a terrible prank. A much better one would be to–”

Rhys clears his throat, cutting Cassian off. The two of them share a look before Cassian looks away shamefully.

“I think what Cassian was trying to say is that he doesn’t have them,” Rhys says.

“Well, then explain how four of my jackets have gone missing since I got here.”

“No one’s stealing your jackets, Lucien. That would be crazy,” Elain says from her spot at the table, a blush painting her cheeks. It’s the first time she’s spoken to him for his entire visit, and he’s a little surprised that she finally talks to him now.

“Four of them are missing– ”

“You should really be more careful with your belongings, then,” she says. “Don’t blame us because you lost them.”

The family hums their agreement as they return to their meal. And just like that, the conversation is over.

He can’t believe this. Do they really think he’s that careless?

Lucien watches Elain for the rest of dinner, suspicion lacing his expression. She answered his question quickly. A little bit too quickly, if you ask him. She keeps her eyes on her own plate, though, not piping into the conversation a second time, and pointedly not looking at him.

At the end of dinner, he still has no evidence to support anything, so Lucien decides to let it go.

That night he gets soap in his one good eye in the bathroom. It burns, and he can’t see, and Lucien just wants to get to his room so he can get it out and go to sleep. 

He grabs his clothing from the day and pulls his towel around his waist. Lucien goes by scent alone, blindly searching the hallway with his free hand until he finds the doorknob to the room that smells like him.

He shuts the door behind him, letting out a sigh, and walks to the mirror along the wall. 

As he gets the soap out of his eye, though, he realizes this isn’t his room. He knows this, because through the mirror, Lucien can see the bed of whoever does occupy it. Lucien makes his bed every morning, but here the blankets are thrown around haphazardly with flashes of color from what he assumes are pieces of clothing left behind.

Embarrassment floods through him. It doesn’t occur to him to wonder why the room smells like him, but he’s made a mistake, and he needs to leave before anyone realizes what he’s done.

He almost turns around to leave, until he sees it.

Is that his jacket?

He blinks a few more times, getting the last bit of soap out, and steps closer to the bed.

He picks up the jacket on the edge, the one he was wearing yesterday. His deep cobalt one. He frowns, then takes in the rest of the bed.

On the other side of the bed, right next to the pillow, is a jacket he hasn’t seen in almost three years. Not since…

Not since Elain came out of the Cauldron. He assumed she got rid of it since she never gave it back, but clearly she didn’t, because it’s sitting right there on the bed. 

Lucien brings the cobalt jacket to his nose. It still smells like him, though it’s faded from yesterday. A new scent springs forward, one of jasmine and honey that’s more fresh than his own. Elain . It’s her room that he accidentally stumbled into.

He looks at the bed again. And this time, he knows what it is. That golden thread in his chest tugs and tugs and tugs, wanting him to find his mate and drag her back to the perfect little nest that she built.

The nest that she likely started building the second he got here, filling it with his scent. Every single one of his missing jackets is here. She must be sneaking into his room to steal them when he’s not there. 

In addition to his jackets, it also looks like she stole a few of his shirts. Ones that he’s not particularly worried about, since he leaves them here when he goes back home anyway.

All of them are arranged meticulously, now that he thinks about it. At first he thought it disorganized, but upon further inspection, she was actually quite clever. She’s arranged them so there’s more of them by her pillow for when she sleeps, with others scattered around and buried into the bed to distribute his scent around.

He has to admit, it’s cute. Elain Archeron is an omega. His omega. Does she even know?

Oh, Elain. The poor thing probably made the nest without even knowing what she was doing. Probably couldn’t help herself. He’s a little sad that she isn’t here, and he can’t see her reaction to his discovery.

She’ll probably be embarrassed, given her reaction at dinner. He wants to see the red flush her face once more as she begrudgingly admits what his scent does to her.

What her alpha’s scent does to her.

He wants to see that flush as he makes her come again and again, on the nest she made for him .

He places the cobalt jacket back on the bed and takes the first one that she stole, intent on putting his scent back on it. He won’t be cruel, though, stealing this from her without giving something in return. He leaves the shirt he was wearing on the edge of the bed for her to arrange however she pleases. Something with his fresh scent on it, just for her.

Lucien smiles. Poor little omega. She has no idea what she’s started.