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boys & girls

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Lucien's visits to Tamlin😮‍💨🌿

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In Silt and Sun

Chapter 4 on AO3

Thesan x Peregryn

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Only a few more feet to freedom. He could see the wards' wavering translucence, where they were frayed in the sunlight. Almost there. I wish to be covered in sunlight and silt, beloved and cracked open by this single fleeting, immortal lifetime. 

His outstretched hand slipped through a torn edge, right as strong arms circled his waist, turned and dragged him back against a muscled chest covered in warm leather. Thesan arched, then kicked up his legs, losing a sandal. 

He was in a full panic. His limited martial training would not help him here. It was strategy and swordplay, archery and centering the mind. But what he did remember was Fatima’s lecture about “an alpha’s soft bits.” The parts of the body that were most vulnerable: eyes, throat and—

“Fuck.” Sahar grunted as Thesan’s knee dug straight into his groin. The guard instinctively released him and bent at the waist. Now. Thesan reached down to remove his remaining sandal and took off towards the shimmering seam of magic. His fingers grazed the frayed edges of time and space, lunging forward. 

“Please.” He whispered the wish through sawing breaths. Please. Just for a few hours, just let me feel something. 

But instead of being pulled through time and space, he was hurtling to the ground, breath knocked out by the solid weight atop him. Wrists pinned above his head with one hand, the alpha had deftly turned Thesan to land on his back, his other hand cupping the back of his head to cushion the impact. 

Involuntarily, Thesan wrapped his legs around the narrow hips pinning him down, arching his back. At the contact, the friction of his cock rubbing against the muscled plane of Sahar’s abdomen, desire pooled low and warm.

Thesan’s breath hitched. “Alpha.”

He needed something. It was a word at the tip of his tongue, a memory dwelling at the fuzzy edges of consciousness. But his body was taking over and all he had to do was let go, let his instincts lead. His hips canted up, seeking more friction. 

“I can smell you, omega. ” A low rumble, the scent of rain on earth, of smoky amber and sex. 

Chapter 4 on AO3

Thank you to @the-darkestminds and @mistandmemories for help and hype and so much more ✨

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✨Azris first Starfall in Velaris ✨

Gave Azriel a slutty jacket to show off those Illyrian titties bc why not

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nuan's prototypes

the first one

the second one

the third (and final) one

bonus: no eye

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I love the theory that Helion might be Eris’s father because they both have amber eyes, but I can’t help but think about how much more devastating it is if he isn't.

On the day of his birth, Eris's amber eyes shine up at the Lady of Autumn—such a familiar shade that her heart wonders.

But no. They're not the same gold. They don't hold the same warmth. Fire is no match for the sun.

Sometimes she pretends, though. She tells herself that his eyes are gold because his father's eyes are gold. It is easier to love him this way.

As he grows, traces of Beron etch themselves into his face. His jaw is sharp, his nose narrow. Cruelty drips like poison from his tongue. She holds room for him in her heart, but he will never be the son she would have chosen.

Centuries later, Lucien has come and gone. Sunrise, sunset. But Eris remains.

And when his amber eyes turn on her with anger, or hate, or—worst of all—the cold detachment she taught him, her pain is twofold. They're not the same gold, but they're close enough to rouse sleeping memories. Close enough to haunt her like a ghost.

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If he ever goes missing check inside me first

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Scorching

Eris Vanserra has been born to one of the wealthiest families in all of Prythian. Azriel has not. Azriel has been forced into solitude. Eris has not. Both their hands have felt fire. Only one burned. Both a prisoner of their birth. Only one freed.

My contribution to @azrisweek Day 7: Free Day

Read on AO3

This is my first time writing for Azris and my first time participating in an event week as more than a reader.

Thank you to the peeps over at Azris Week for running this event. It is the highlight of my year fr.

P.S. I have no idea how to effectively post on tumblr, so forgive my basic bitch post 🖤✨🧡

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Tamlin and Nyx in beast form, inspired by @witch-and-her-witcher's fanfic A Court of Chaos and Darkness

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banner by @acourtofladydeath

Thank you all so much for participating this Azris Week - we added over 50 fics to the Azris tag in just the past seven days! Some of you delivered with a work on each day, and some of you posted TWO, you beasts.

Stay tuned for the winner of the Hype Bat Challenge...

Day One: Creature Feature

Day Two: Slice of Life

Day Three: Contact

Day Four: Read Between the Lines

Day Five: Favorite Trope/AU

Day Six: Safe for Work

Day Seven: Free day

Azris Week Coundown: Playlist

Azris Week Countdown: Self-Spotlight

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A Song for All Seasons

Azris Week | Day 5 AU | Orpheus x Eurydice

Chapter 1/4 on AO3

Eris Vanserra had never fallen in his immortal life. He was a male of poise and grace, whose form and magic were too strong to stumble. And yet, as he lay upon the mossy forest floor, unable to stop himself, he fell for the half-demon. There was freedom in the descent, in the reckless folly of hope. He prayed that Azriel, with his mighty wings and strong arms, would catch him.

The prince let go. He arched his back up and pressed himself into the male above him. Twined his fingers into windy black curls and wrapped his legs around Azriel's waist. Eris brushed his calves against his wings—exploratory and slow, and watched the other male beneath his lashes. 

“Who knew a demon’s wings would be so soft?” Eris purred into his ear. It was adorably rounded in a strange, foreign way.  

Azriel smelled like mist on cedarwoods, like leather and wind. His body was warm and firm, a welcome weight pinning him down. His lips moved from Eris’s mouth to the hinge of his jaw, kissing down his throat. Eris slowly pulled his tunic up and over his head. He tossed the silk aside, watching hazel eyes move over his body.

“I would give myself to you, if that was your wish.” Eris licked the place right behind that ear he admired, like a mean little cat. 

Azriel trembled, breath hitched, then pulled up to brace upon his elbows. “I would cherish you and never let you go.”

Eris liked that answer. “Show me.”  Chapter 1 on AO3

Div by @olenvasynyt

Special thanks to @pippsmcgee for reading

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@azrisweek

Day 6… Safe for work.

I just… like it when they hold each other like the world is falling apart and it might be the last time they get this chance.

Divider by @olenvasynyt

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@azrisweek Day 5: AU/Favorite Trope 1/2

I had this idea to see both Eris and Azriel as Pokemon trainers with their respective Pokemon, so of course I had to call up one of my favorite artists in this fandom, @mossytrashcan.

The directions for Eris were "cuddling with his Arcanine." I am obsessed with Eris's hair and his Arcanine's cute little teef.

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Contact <3

@azrisweek

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…pervert.

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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

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Day 3 Contact

Burning gazes and shadowy touches. Repurposing this lil scribble I did for a sketch prompt game started by the amazing @the-darkestminds 💋 the word prompts were rustle, coat and weakness 👻

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Taglist! Lmk if you want on or off babes 💋

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