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[chunkypossum]

Comfy little au because words are hard right now.

[nus4y]

Azriel likes Eris’ new short coats theyre much more accessible!

[the-darkestminds]

go now, quietly

pairing: azriel x eris

I wrote this as part of a 5-word prompt game. My first ever drabble!

Azriel steels himself and glances down.

There is a peaceful expression on Eris’s pallid face, one Azriel didn’t see often in their short time together. His eyes are closed, and there’s a stiff, white sheet framing his overly-pronounced collarbones. 

He could be sleeping, if not for the too-pale shade of his lips and the dulled sheen of his red hair. It’s as though a veil of gray has been drawn over the world, muting the vibrant colors Azriel has always associated with the male lying before him. 

Azriel blinks a few times, hoping to clear it. In a moment, that wicked mouth will split into a sly grin, and Eris will sit up and say something like, Really, Azriel, don’t be so dense. You of all people should know better than to believe everything you see.

Ordinarily, the taunting annoys Azriel, and he once might’ve snapped back, Do you always have to be such a prick? 

He wouldn’t now, though. Now, he holds his breath and hopes and hopes and hopes to the gods that Eris will open his amber eyes and say anything at all, no matter how cutting.

Azriel stares down at him, searching for a twitch of a muscle, the flutter of a pulse.

Eris remains still. His skin is fresh snow against the aged wood of the table upon which he rests. There is nothing on his body to suggest the cause of his death, and Azriel isn’t sure whether or not he should be grateful for it.

Carefully, he brings a single scarred finger to the edge of Eris’s jaw, traces it down the bone and ghosts it over his cold, unsmiling lips. 

Azriel can count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Eris laugh, and even those had been tempered by the cruel reality of life with Beron as a father. He will never hear his laugh again.

The jarring realization opens a chasm in Azriel’s chest. The grief that hits him then is immense, ineffable, and he thinks he might truly die from it. 

Azriel closes his eyes, breathes deeply.

Birds twitter whimsically in the nearby trees just outside. Their song filters in through the open window. It might as well be a portal to a different world, another life, where this unthinkably awful thing has not happened and he does not feel the crushing weight of loss. In a moment, he will wake up and discover it was all a bad dream. Eris will be lying beside him, sleeping soundly. 

A chilled breeze kisses his skin. The rough paper sheet shifts, crinkling softly.

Azriel inhales and opens his eyes.

In the end, he selects the cobalt-accented suit for the Burning, because Eris always joked about how lovely it looked with his hair, and Azriel knows exactly where it hangs in their closet. Mostly, though, it’s because it’s Azriel’s favorite. 

He wants to see Eris in his color one last time before the pyres are lit.

special shoutout to @mistandmemories who shared the same brain as me for this piece 🤣

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[scarskelly]

You look at your front door and see this wyd?

[jules-writes-stories]

So, just finished drafting my Eris Week fics. And you know how we smack the Barbies and Ken dolls together? Well this is Eris. He f*cking hates me and his leg is falling off.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

me: [posts one pro-life comment] Facebook Algorithm: CONVENTS NEAR YOU. SPONSORED: KNIGHTS TEMPLAR. SUGGESTED FRIENDS: MOTHER THERESA. YOU ARE CATHOLIC.

[chunkypossum]

Spoiler alert... it isn't about the angst y'all... it's about what the angst makes more powerful.

love is a religion

Anne Sexton, Roberto Ferri, Terese Marie Mailhot, George Frederic Watts, Christopher Soto, Roberto Ferri, Elisabeth Hewer, Roberto Ferri, Sappho (attr.), Roberto Ferri, John Keats, Herbert Draper, Richard Siken, Denis Sarazhin, Katherine Philips, Franz von Stuck, Richard Siken, Gustav Vigeland, Richard Siken

buy me a coffee

[chunkypossum]

I wasn't going to share this. I was going to squirrel it away in my den of fear BUT then I saw the @hurtcember prompt list and so now I'm saying fuck it. Happy Hurtcember my wicked little whump loving Azris freaks.

First time I'm using my tag list in MONTHS. If you find you don't want to be there anymore just lmk!

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[nus4y]

So I love your fanart especially the one of Azriel missing Eris so the shadows help him out. Would you ever write a fic based on that ?

yes actually! i have it mentally planned for azris week! writing is just a tad bit hard for me right now so if i do miss the deadline ill end up posting it independently but i do have smth planned eep 😖😝

[the-darkestminds]

Hi I'm Julia! I mostly write azris. All of my work is on AO3 here. Behold! My stuff:

Azris

Autumn's Shadow | WIP (30/?)

A covert meeting between Azriel and Eris to exchange valuable intel leaves Azriel reeling—and questioning everything he has ever felt for the Heir of Autumn. Azriel finds himself inexorably drawn to Eris, unable to resist his captivating allure. With the threat of Koschei and Beron looming ever closer, can their forbidden love endure in the face of such danger?

Remind Me Where The Light Is | WIP (5/14)

Two years after the Autumn Court’s defection to the Loyalist cause, Azriel of Illyria is sent on a dangerous mission under orders from the High Lord of Night. His objective: meet with a secret contact within Hybern’s ranks and secure critical intel to shift the tide of war. What Azriel doesn't anticipate is the contact's true identity—Eris Vanserra, his sworn nemesis and Heir to an enemy Court.

Bound by duty and forced into an uneasy alliance, Azriel and Eris must navigate the deadly politics of war while grappling with the unexpected passion simmering between them.

He Comes At Night | Series | (2/2)

all and then most of you

Azriel seeks out the Autumn male for comfort.

some and now none of you

Eris summons the Night male for comfort.

May The Shadows Carry You Home | Oneshot

Eris recalls a memory with Azriel.

go now, quietly | drabble

Written for a 5-word prompt game.

Feysand

Rhysand Is The Most Handsome High Lord | WIP (2/?)

Feyre puts her shapeshifting powers to good use.

Ongoing smutty series of Feyre and Rhysand abusing their daemati and shifting powers.

Elucien

It's Just A Burning Memory | Oneshot

Elain and Lucien find healing and comfort in each other's arms.

Eris x OC | Gen Eris

His Father's Son | Eris x Liam | Oneshot

Lonely and struggling to navigate life in the Forest House, Eris Vanserra finds a friend in Liam, a lord’s son whose father works closely with the High Lord. Love blossoms between them as they explore their connection, along with the weight of the expectations placed on them by their fathers. When a devastating betrayal leads to tragedy, Eris learns for the first time what it means to be his father’s son.

Desolate Autumn | Eris & Lucien | Oneshot

Eris Vanserra refuses to kill Lucien's lover, Jesminda, at the request of his father, and faces severe punishment. Lucien flees the Autumn Court.

A Dying Flame | Eris | Oneshot

Eris Vanserra is forced to watch as his youngest brother Lucien is tormented by Amarantha under the mountain.

[chunkypossum]

If y’all quit sharing things that made my brain go ✨AZRIS✨

I could actually get some writing done instead of stopping to paint. 🙃

— Roberto Ferri, Vanitas | Paolo e Francesca

[cosmicalily]

'hormones are high' ot8 skz headcanons by @cosmicalily | skz during your pregnancy

“give me more than just some butterflies.” - ‘juno’ by sabrina carpenter

author's note: lowkey the final entry of my little juno triology! find the previous part here x warnings: pregnancy (obviously)

hormones are high...with chris

so fucking overprepared, but in the best way possible. you don’t have to lift a finger or even think, only sleep, eat, sometimes throw up and tell him about your day. he immediately switches to work from home as soon as you tell him your news, and usually ends up working during the late hours of the night so he can spend most of the day taking care of you. already has researched the best brand of cloth diapers, the safest baby strollers and car seats and the best brands of baby food and prenatal vitamins. he practices putting on the baby carrier for his morning walks and becomes a pro before you’re even at 6 months. definitely protective, no, you’re not allowed to touch the bump, ask first, jesus christ.

hormones are high...with minho

there’s distance between you, but the comfortable kind. he’s not the type of guy to need to have his hands all over you (or your bump) constantly, but just likes to quietly observe you from a distance. even if he’s not touching you, he’s always got an eye on you, making sure you’re happy and comfortable. this doesn’t mean there’s no physical attention, though. he’s a big fan of featherlight kisses down your neck or collarbone while he cradles you from behind, letting you lean into him and distribute some of your front-heavy weight. he’ll be cooking for you regularly, reading articles on pregnancy and nutrition to make sure he’s only feeding you (and mini minho) the absolute best. overall just a very calm, supportive and protective presence throughout your pregnancy.

hormones are high...with changbin

gets so offended when you complain about how the pregnancy weight will make it harder for him to carry you everywhere, and takes it as a challenge. tells you to shut up (politely) about your concerns about the size of your bump, reminds you that you’re beautiful and literally carrying a human, and that for god’s sake, he benches double your weight anyway, of course he can still carry you from the bed to the sofa. how rude to think otherwise! he massages your back when it aches, your shoulders when they cramp and kisses your cheeks when they’re warm from your nausea. he’s committed to becoming a superdad; early mornings, gym, time outdoors. we’ll see how his plans unfold.

hormones are high...with hyunjin

oh, he goes into nesting mode instantly. starts painting pictures for the baby’s nursery, curating pinterest boards for the room’s decor, planning all sorts of mini creative projects to document each stage of your pregnancy. eventually, he settles on painting on your belly (with nontoxic paints, of course) for each month, taking photos on a film camera to have developed after you give birth. he’s anxious at times, getting worried when you complain about back pain or nausea, feeling guilty that there’s nothing he can do about it. he’s absolutely infatuated with your bump, constantly pressing kisses to it or admiring it from a distance. poor guy, he’s down bad.

hormones are high...with jisung

he’s definitely more on the anxious side, but tries to keep it toned down to avoid worrying you. googles anything and everything to make sure your pregnancy is on track, and asks so many questions at every doctor’s appointment that you have to gently remind him that you’re the one carrying the baby, not him. among his nerves, there’s a silly side to jisung that you’re thrilled the pregnancy brings out in him. he makes jokes and giggles, chatting to your bump every evening while you cuddle on the couch. makes silly songs and lullabies, and is convinced that the baby’s first word will be ‘j-one’. he’s already clingy, and the fact that you’re carrying his little human only intensifies this.

hormones are high...with felix

oh goodness, he’s so excited. tries to keep it lowkey to avoid overwhelming you, but every morning he can’t help but giggle, absolutely taken over by how overjoyed he is that he gets to go through this with you. bakes and cooks whatever your heart desires, and isn’t afraid to try whatever horrifying pregnancy craving you’re obsessed with. lots of cosy nights in spent making your little future family in the sims, planning the nursery and discussing baby names. he’s also well educated, doing as much research as he can so you don’t have to worry. so many hugs and kisses, and he’s constantly requesting for bump photos whenever he’s not at home with you.

hormones are high...with seungmin

another very gentle and comforting presence in your life. despite his usual teasing behaviour, his softer side fully blossoms during your pregnancy. still calls you stupid from time to time, but it’s okay, because you’re now carrying his future stupid. immediately switches the beans in your home coffee machine from regular to decaf, and finds the best brand of decaf coffee for you to drink, making sure you stay away from all sources of caffeine (matcha is particularly difficult for him to withdraw from you). you spend a lot of time just resting on the couch with him after a long day, letting him rest a hand gently under the swell of your belly as you talk to him (and the baby) about your day.

hormones are high...with jeongin

a million and one silly nicknames for his baby before it’s even been brought into the world. some of them are sweet, like ‘bean’ and ‘peanut’, and some are downright mortifying (‘pet sperm’ is your least favourite). he’s excited, but also remains pretty calm and tries to keep his focus on you and your wellbeing, checking up on you constantly both in person and over text to make sure you’re alright. he loves coming with you to buy baby clothes, and trust, when they arrive, they will be the best dressed at daycare! likes to keep a hand on the small of your back while you’re out in public; it makes him feel closer to your bump than holding hands does.

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[chunkypossum]

idk I just wanted to see Azriel shorter than Eris. Maybe they are still young. Eris grows into his tall, lean frame faster than Azriel grows into his giant, muscular one.

When they are young they are close. Maybe even friends, secretly of course. Then the Mor misunderstanding happens and everything falls apart.... The next time Eris sees Azriel he is a towering hunk of man meat that's crowding him against a wall, snarling in his face with a blade to his neck. It definitely doesn't turn him on....

[the-darkestminds]

Autumn's Shadow: Chapter 30

Azriel x Eris (Azriel POV)

Summary: A covert meeting between Azriel and Eris to exchange valuable intel leaves Azriel reeling—and questioning everything he has ever felt for the Heir of Autumn. Azriel finds himself inexorably drawn to Eris, unable to resist his captivating allure. With the threat of Koschei and Beron looming ever closer, can their forbidden love endure in the face of such danger?

a/n: Thank you to everyone who is still here! A huge thank you to @pippsmcgee for helping me so much with this chapter. 🖤

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[chunkypossum]

I wanted to do whumptober this year BUT life had other plans. The. I got so wrapped up in enjoying all the Azris creations by other people I just didn’t feel like sharing. Yall are all so amazingly talented!!!

OK SO…. I noticed today, Hurtcember’s day one prompt is collapse so I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHARE … maybe.

Here’s a bts WIP sneak peek or whatever… . Idk if it will get shared fully or not but here ya go.

Above is the official Hurtcember 2024 prompts list.

Below are alternative prompts in case one doesn't want to do a few of the prompts (but still do the whole challenge) or for those who just want to write/draw more.

Both lists are typed out at the bottom of this post.

RULES 1. You can write/draw for any fandom or pairing 2. You can write/draw SFW or NSFW content, just label it accordingly 3. Please tag any Tumblr posts sharing your prompt fills with #hurtcember2024 so that we can find and repost them 4. If you post your works to AO3, please add them to this collection and add "Hurtcember" and/or "Hurtcember 2024" to the additional tags of your prompt fill(s) 5. The challenge officially starts on December 1st but feel free to write/draw before then and/or submit things after the month ends officially, whatever works best for you 6. Be kind to other participants 7. You DO NOT have to do every single prompt if you don't want to. The point is to have fun and spark creativity, not to feel like you're doing a chore

Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. Collapse 2. Breakdown 3. Blood 4. Scars 5. Faint 6. Touch-Starved 7. Abandoned 8. Cuddle 9. Exhaustion 10. Touch Aversion 11. Caretaking 12. Cry 13. Nightmare 14. Near Death 15. Trauma 16. Bruise 17. Concussion 18. Fatigue 19. Desperate 20. Panic 21. Afraid 22. Self-Harm 23. Bed-bound 24. Dissociate 25. Accident 26. Guilt 27. Pain 28. Captive 29. Dehydration 30. Dizzy 31. Hyperventilation

Alt Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. "Don't leave" 2. "Help me" 3. "Leave me alone" 4. "It's my fault" 5. "Take my hand"

[kakashisacademia]

pairing: keigo takami x you | warnings: feather play, teasing, oral (female receiving), control, worship, dirty talk, overstimulation, vaginal sex, just… Keigo going feral

summary; you’re Keigo’s sidekick and after risking your life he punishes you in the worst best way possible

ೃ⁀➷ Featherlight Ruin

She’s already breathless and he hasn’t even touched her yet. Not with his hands, anyway. Her back arches against the sheets, thighs spread just enough for Keigo’s golden gaze to roam over her, slowly, like a man savoring his favorite sin. His wings twitch behind him, restless.

“You know,” he murmurs, crouched at the edge of the bed, chin resting on his hand, “I wasn’t planning on going full Pro Hero tonight.” His lips curve. “But you’ve got me pulling out all my tricks.”

And then she sees it. The feather. It hovers in the air between her legs, swaying slightly with a precision that makes her shiver. Soft. Controlled. Dangerous in its intention. She gasps when it finally dips, just a faint brush against her folds, teasing her clit in a light, maddening pass. Her hips jerk.

Keigo whistles low. “Sensitive, huh? Good girl.”

The feather strokes again. Circles. Faints away just before touching where she needs it most.

“You’re dripping already,” he purrs, leaning in. “All for me?”

She nods shakily, eyes fluttering shut, and that’s when another feather joins the first. Then a third. One swirls around her nipple, making her arch. Another teases her throat. And the one between her legs? It finally flicks just right. She moans loudly, needy.

“Yeah,” he groans, “that’s the sound I like.”

The teasing stops. Just for a moment. Then she feels the rush of feathers all at once. One circling her clit in relentless, perfect pressure while another traces slow strokes lower, dipping into her, curling just so.

Her thighs tremble. “Keigo!”

He grins, licking his lips. “That’s right. Say my name while I fuck you with a feather.”

Her back bows off the mattress as the motion intensifies, fast and delicate and cruel. He doesn’t let up. Not when she’s crying out, not when she’s gasping and gripping the sheets like a lifeline. And just as she breaks apart, shaking, drenched, mindless, he leans down between her thighs and replaces the feather with his mouth. She sobs.

“You’re not done,” he mutters against her, tongue lapping up every bit of her slick. “You don’t get to be done.”

He eats her out like a man starved. Like he’s addicted, obsessed, and it’s not enough until she’s twitching, until she’s begging, until she’s screaming his name for the second time. And then, only then, he kisses up her body and pins her to the bed, eyes wicked and voice low.

“Now let’s see how many more times I can make you come without lifting a single finger.”

She barely has time to breathe. Keigo’s hands are on her now, warm and rough where the feathers were soft. His mouth is slick, his grin feral as he kisses her inner thigh, licks a slow stripe up to her overstimulated center, and hums against her.

“Still sweet,” he murmurs, tongue curling. “Still so fucking perfect.”

She whines and her hips are twitching, thighs trying to close, but his hands hold them open like iron.

“I know, baby. You’re sensitive.”

He presses a kiss to her clit, feather-light, sinful. “But you’re mine,” he adds, darker now, golden eyes glowing under tousled hair. “And I’m not done with you.”

Another feather slides across her stomach. Then down low, lower, until it replaces his tongue in a slick swirl around her folds. She cries out.

“Good girl,” Keigo praises, and the feather slips inside again, slow, maddening, curling just right while he lowers his mouth back to her clit.

“You’re gonna come again, sweetheart,” he growls. “And again. Until you forget how to beg. Until you’re crying for mercy and begging for more.”

The rhythm is obscene. His mouth, his feathers, his fingers gripping her thighs like they’re his anchor to reality. It’s too much. Too good. Too Keigo. She claws at the sheets, at his hair, at anything she can reach as wave after wave rocks through her, until she’s sobbing, broken open, made of nothing but heat and pleasure and his name spilling from her lips in wrecked little gasps. And still he doesn’t stop.

“You can give me one more,” he whispers against her swollen clit, voice rough and breathless with need. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. Just one more. For me.”

The feather flicks fast and precise, and her body obeys before her mind does. A final explosion that rips through her, arching her off the bed with a scream. Keigo moans when she comes again, like it’s him unraveling this time, head buried between her thighs, wings flaring behind him like he’s about to take flight from the taste of her alone.

And when she finally collapses, boneless and shaking, he kisses his way up her trembling body and gathers her into his arms.

“You okay, pretty girl?” he breathes, pressing his lips to her forehead. “You still with me?”

She nods weakly, eyes glassy and full of bliss. He chuckles, smug and fond and utterly ruined by her. “That’s my girl.”

She’s trembling in his arms, flushed and soaked and ruined, but Keigo’s not done. Not even close.

He presses a kiss to her temple, chest heaving, and murmurs, “You still with me, baby?”

She nods, dazed and needy. That’s all he needs. He shifts them easily, settling onto his knees with her astride his lap, his cock hard and slick against her soaked heat. He grabs her thighs and pulls her forward right where he wants her. And then his wings unfurl. Big and red and glowing, they stretch wide before curving around her, enclosing her, wrapping her in heat and scent and him. It’s like a cage made of silk and sin, and Keigo grins when she gasps, pressing her hands against the velvet curve of his wing.

“You love that, don’t you?” he whispers, dragging his cock through her folds, teasing her. “The way they wrap around you. The way you hold on to them when you’re about to break.”

Her nails dig into his feathers. He shudders.

“Fuck,” he growls, eyes fluttering. “That’s it, baby. Cling to me. Let me feel you come apart again.”

And then he sinks into her slow, deep, all the way. Her moan is muffled against his neck, and Keigo groans like it’s physically painful to hold back.

“So warm,” he pants, rocking up into her. “So tight. You were made for me.”

Her arms curl around his neck, her thighs trembling as he thrusts slow and deep, wings cocooned tight around them both. The feathers brush her back, her shoulders, her hips, stimulating, stroking, owning. She cries out again when one feather flicks her clit just as he slams in, and Keigo grips her hips tighter.

“You gonna come for me like this, baby?” he whispers, teeth grazing her jaw. “While my wings hold you and my cock fills you up?”

She nods frantically, sobbing his name.

“That’s right,” he growls. “So pretty when you fall apart. All mine. Only mine.”

She clenches around him, body twitching, and he knows that final snap when she comes again, wrecked and perfect. Her nails scrape down his wings and Keigo loses it.

He growls against her throat, holding her tight, fucking up into her as his wings shiver, locking her in while he chases his own high until he finally breaks with a gasp and spills inside her, panting her name like a prayer.

The wings stay wrapped around her long after they both still, trembling. He presses a kiss to her lips. Then her shoulder. Her wing-marked back.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, voice hoarse and tender. “No one else gets this. Just you. Always you.”