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For @azrisweek day 2 ❤️‍🔥

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Lil treat for a good boy🐕

A huge thank you to the wonderful @lucychanart

Can you see all the details? I'm in love.

This piece accompanies a one-shot I wrote with that scene in mind, which you can read here.

@azrisweek haii .. IM LATE BUT here is my azris week contribution 🤲🤲🤲

@azrisweek In which Azriel is a damsel in…distress?

More to be posted on AO3! I’ll reblog this with a link once it’s up

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@azrisweek day 4: Read between the lines

Pairing: Azris

Warnings: Sexual terms

“It’s raining today...”

I’m thinking we should stay inside and cuddle with the dogs

2. “Shut up.”

Usually, he means it. But when it’s said during… bedroom activities, Eris Vanserra telling him to shut up usually means : “Your voice turns me on so much that I’ll cum right here and now if you keep talking.” 

3. “What are you doing?” (When Azriel is busy doing something. For example, paperwork for Rhysand.)

I’m bored and I need you to give me some attention.

4. “How’s your family doing?”

How’re Nyx and Nesta doing? I couldn’t care less about the other idiots and I’m going to roll my eyes hard if you bring anyone else up. 

5. “You look like shit.”

You look as if you haven’t slept in days, and I’m truly worried about you. However, I don’t want you to take my concern as pity, so instead I’m insulting you. 

6. “The dogs have missed you.”

I’ve missed you.

7. “Leave me alone.”

Please, stay.

Who Will Hold Me?

Five years later…

Chapter 32 now on AO3

Inspired by @azrisweek’s day four prompt: Dark and stormy night.

Spoilers below, and if you didn’t read the last chapter after my warnings then make sure you check out chapter 31 first!

Please check content warnings and message if you need spoilers.

CW: 18+, self harm, blood, angst and despair.

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Outside a storm is battering the Forest House and the High Lord finds himself alone as he does every night. Eris has been at his desk for hours. He should have gone to bed long ago but he cannot sleep. Instead he sits and stares into the dying fire and listens to the rain and the wind pelting the roof and windows. Firelight dances across the hearth, ever diminishing as the darkness of the evening encroaches on the room. The shadows play tricks on his eyes, and Eris sighs and hopes, as he always does, that his mate will simply step out of the darkness and erase the distance that years have put between them.

Azriel’s letters are spread out on the desk before him. Eris has read them a hundred times, maybe more. He kept them all, of course. He allows himself this one weakness. The spymaster’s letters are surprisingly eloquent, verbose even, despite the near childlike scrawl of his handwriting. Eris can’t imagine Azriel saying even a fraction of what he wrote out loud. There’s such sincerity on every page that it hurts to look at them.

Eris has never had love letters before, not like this. Some of them are angry tirades, full of expletives, bordering on threatening. Some of them are desperate, pleading. And some of them are beautiful, heartfelt, precious things. Most of the letters came in a flurry in those early months after his ascension, when Eris was trying to run a court while having a mental breakdown. Unable to function and second-guessing himself at every turn, he’d responded only once, desperate and half mad for Azriel to stop. Even as wrecked as he was, he knew then as sure as he knows now that no good could come from further contact.

Azriel’s last letter came four years ago. Eris can recite it without looking.

“...I think I understand now why you did it. And I can’t help but wonder if you’re not doing this to hurt yourself, to deny yourself what you think you don’t deserve. Because I know that you loved me that night. I could see it in your eyes, I could feel it through our bond. And even if your feelings have changed, I love you all the same, and I always will. I’ll wait an eternity if that’s how long it takes you to remember that regardless of who we are, we belong together. Forever yours, A.”

Eris shivers. Even across the space of years, the words still make every hair stand up on the back of his neck. He doesn’t know why tonight he felt the compulsion to look at the letters again. It’s been months since he last tortured himself. As with every letter of Azriel’s, Eris believes every word of it. And yet, and yet…

Full chapter now on AO3

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Familiar (ao3)

Warning: Non-con

Azris - Explicit

Tags: Alternative Universe, Demon Hunter Azriel, Half-Demon Azriel, Demon Eris Vanserra, Shifting, Monster Fucking, Rimming, Anal Sex, Forced enslavement, Non-consensual Body Modification, Non-consensual Bondage, Piercings, Biting, Light Body Horror

This is a dark fic, so please take care of yourselves.

Azriel has failed to kill the demon. All hunters know failure means a painful death: being devoured. However, the demon has other designs for the tempting hunter under him: designs not of feasting on flesh, but on its pleasures; not of death, but entrapment.

All the thanks to @makinglongwordsslutty for the terrific beta read!! And thank you to the folks over at @azrisweek for putting the event together!! So excited!!

Happy Azris Week!! :D