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How to summon me the fastest

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Did you ever think about writing for dark Az 🤤🤤

I did 👀

But doubt holds me back

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sorry for lack of updates, ya girl has been going through it 😭 when am I not though at this point but you know once you fall down, the only way from there is up…right?

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“It was always you” is just so good. It was always you. The second we met, it was you. It was you even when I didn’t want it to be you. It was you even when it was someone else. It was you. It was you. It was you. I belong to you, even if you don’t know it yet. I will never belong to someone else, I only belong to you. Don’t you get that? It was always you.

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I hate having banger fanfic ideas. What do you expect me to do? Write them down????????????

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"There's two things I do really well, sweetheart, and playing hockey's the other one."

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Sometimes, 'Shield' is you blocking the puck to prevent a goal like a good defenseman does, am I right, @cassianappreciationweek? 😉

A very big shout-out and thank you to the_megabee33 on Instagram for bringing everyone's favorite slutty hockey man to life! This art is, of course, based on my NHL AU fic, Top Shelf Love

🚫 Please do not repost without credit and do not feed into AI programs

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currently thinking about 💭eris vanserra who does not drink, not really. eris vanserra who will have a glass of wine, maybe two, but anything beyond that is just water he has glamoured to keep up appearances. eris vanserra who does not like to be out of control of his faculties, even for a second, because when he is, those he cares about get hurt. eris vanserra who had been too-young and drunk on stolen kitchen spirits the first time he didn’t notice his father’s mounting irritation with his mother and watched her nose get bloodied over dinner. eris vanserra who had been drunk the night he refused to kill jesminda for his father; and perhaps if he had been smarter, if he had played the game better, he could have glamoured another poor soul in her stead and ferreted her away, he could have been there to do more for lucien than simply alert tamlin, he could have kept the three brothers he lost that day, two to death, one to hatred. eris vanserra who does not drink, but when he does, the harsh lines of him relax, and he smiles more, and his eyes twinkle, and color rises to his cheeks, and he looks so much like lucien that his mother cannot stand to look at him. eris vanserra who does not drink, not really.💭

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Thank you 🥹🫶🏽

Knight Az has infiltrated my mind. I can already see myself falling down the knight x princess trope 😩

Protect | Azriel x Reader

Knight Azriel x Princess Reader | short fic (approx 900 words) based off of the quote mentioned above, "I have the sword to protect you but not the crown to have you."

warnings: angst, death, mentions of blood and injury, not a happy ending

a/n: I don't know where the quote is from. I had just seen it on the comment section of a tiktok and had the urge to write something with it.

Windhaven was under attack.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. They had miscalculated. Mother above, what a terrible miscalculation. The enemy was meant to strike Ironcrest. The citizens had been evacuated, the camp ready. That’s where the soldiers were stationed, where the battle plans had been drawn.

But the war had come to Windhaven instead…where you were.

Azriel did not hesitate. He made his final blow to the enemy before him and then his shadows wrapped around him, swallowing him whole as they winnowed him to Windhaven. He landed hard on the ground, boots skidding through ash and dirt.

Screams pierced the air and smoke swelled from the houses and businesses.

His heart pounded like a war drum as he took off running. His shadows dispersed, gliding and sweeping through the streets for any trace of you. He hoped you would be safe at your mother’s home but he knew better. That was the first place the enemy would look for you. Still, some of his shadows darted towards your home. They reached it quickly and hope burned brighter in his chest as they told him you weren’t there.

They found you further down, toward the old training rings. The very place where you first met him.

He cut through the chaos around. His blade was already slick with blood and leathers torn. He fought without hesitation, cutting down the enemies in his path, saving who he could, knowing more reinforcements were coming.

He just really needed to find you.

He had sworn an oath to protect you with his life.

When your father had ordered him to help Rhysand lead the charge at Ironcrest, Azriel should’ve protested. He should’ve insisted on staying in Windhaven with you. But the king had been convinced the new recruits stationed here would be enough.

He was wrong. So, so wrong.

Azriel rounded the corner and his heart was at his throat.

You stood in the middle of the ring, surrounded by five soldiers from the enemy’s force.

Your gown was torn, face smudged with soot and fear. And yet, you stood your ground as you straightened your body and held a dagger up–his dagger.

His shadows reached the soldiers before he did, coiling tight around them, slipping into helmets and ears to disorient them. Then Azriel was there, a heartbeat later, sword drawn and wrath unleashed.

Steel clashed, blood splattered and screams rang out.

Azriel cut through without mercy until he was right in front of you.

He breathed your name, chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths.

“Azriel,” you breathed back, wide-eyed, hands flying to his face. Whether to steady him or yourself, he didn’t know. He just knew that your touch was soft and warm–so warm.

He leaned into it, eyes feeling heavy as he looked at you. “Are you hurt?” He rasped.

“No—no, but you—you’re—”

Your eyes dropped to his chest. So did his.

Blood bloomed across his side, his abdomen, his legs. He had more wounds than he’d counted. He hadn’t felt them, pure adrenaline numbing them and propelling him forward.

He tried to take a deep breath but pain met him like fire, white-hot and blinding. A choked sound escaped his throat, and his forehead came to rest against yours.

His shadows continued to lash out, driving the enemy back. Even as he crumpled, they were guarding you.

“Az–”

“You’re okay,” he whispered, eyes fixed on yours. “That’s all that matters.”

His grip on his sword loosened and then, the sword slipped from his fingers. It hit the ground with a sharp clang like a final note in a song. 

The world tilted and his knees buckled. 

He felt your arms beneath him as you caught him, slowing and easing his fall. Together, you sank to the ground. Your arms cradled him, desperate hands pressing to the gaping wound at his side.

“No, no, no,” your voice cracked with panic. “Stay with me, Azriel, please—

Even as the blood poured and the cold began to set in, he looked at you. 

You were all he wanted to see.

Tears spilled freely from you, falling onto him.

“It’s okay, don’t cry,” he murmured, the corners of his lips twitching into something like a grin. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Don’t you dare,” you were now sobbing, clutching him tighter. “Don’t you dare make jokes—”

“I told you I would protect you,” his voice came out in a broken whisper. “Until my last breath.”

That only made you cry harder and he wished there was more he could do. To be able to just reach up and brush away the tears sliding down your cheeks as he’d done before.

But he felt drained, so drained.

A broken sob came from you and then you were cradling him closer as if your arms could keep him tethered to this world longer.

But he was already slipping.

There was never going to be a happy ending for him.

You were a princess. He was a knight.

And there was no future for a princess and her knight.

All those stolen glances, the near touches. The longing, the words never spoken. They were just... that.

Azriel had only ever been your shield. You’d find your prince someday. As the darkness crept in and your cries faded into a blur, there was only a bittersweet feeling.

Because he didn’t have the crown to have you…only the sword to protect you.

a/n: I love knight Az and am a sucker for the knight x princess forbidden love trope. This is just a one shot. Sorry there is no happy ending but if you did want one, just imagine Az did survive...

And when he woke up, the king had bestowed a high honor upon him. One that granted him land and title and the opportunity to ask for your hand in marriage and you two lived happily ever after (:

General tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria @the-sweet-psycho

@daycourtofficial, @milswrites, @stormhearty, @pit-and-the-pen, @mybestfriendmademe

@loving-and-dreaming @azriels-human, @mrsjna, @adventure-awaits13, @lorosette,

@alwayshave-faith, @xadenswhore, @kodafics

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young Lucien with big brother Eris in the Autumn Court forests

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

Finally, a dating app for the rest of us! Welcome to UNHINGE! The most exclusive dating app you've never heard of! Invitation only, please send your application to: dacauldron@highlordsandhothumansonly.org (not a real email)

Tell us what first message YOU'D send to capture his attention (and hopefully his heart!), and check out the rest of our series through the week!

Art by @velidewrites

Check under the cut for the full art!

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if you only want to write smutty drabbles, write smutty drabbles. if you don't want to write smut at all, don't write smut. if you want to write tropes that have been written 85838593929 times, write them. if you've already written a specific trope and want to write it again, do it. if you want to write for a character but feel like there's no demand for that character, do it anyway. don't feel pressured to reach a certain word count, don't feel pressured to stick to a posting schedule. you're literally doing this for FREE, in your free time. whatever YOU want your writing/fanfiction experience to be is valid - it doesn't have to be like everyone else's, and you don't have to cater to what you think people want 🫶🏻

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this was me being evil.

(and if you wanted to read something similar with a happier ending, here’s this.)

I feel like being evil tonight 😈

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i can't wait for people to read the fic im writing. i hope i finish it someday

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Protect | Azriel x Reader

Knight Azriel x Princess Reader | short fic (approx 900 words) based off of the quote mentioned above, "I have the sword to protect you but not the crown to have you."

warnings: angst, death, mentions of blood and injury, not a happy ending

a/n: I don't know where the quote is from. I had just seen it on the comment section of a tiktok and had the urge to write something with it.

Windhaven was under attack.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. They had miscalculated. Mother above, what a terrible miscalculation. The enemy was meant to strike Ironcrest. The citizens had been evacuated, the camp ready. That’s where the soldiers were stationed, where the battle plans had been drawn.

But the war had come to Windhaven instead…where you were.

Azriel did not hesitate. He made his final blow to the enemy before him and then his shadows wrapped around him, swallowing him whole as they winnowed him to Windhaven. He landed hard on the ground, boots skidding through ash and dirt.

Screams pierced the air and smoke swelled from the houses and businesses.

His heart pounded like a war drum as he took off running. His shadows dispersed, gliding and sweeping through the streets for any trace of you. He hoped you would be safe at your mother’s home but he knew better. That was the first place the enemy would look for you. Still, some of his shadows darted towards your home. They reached it quickly and hope burned brighter in his chest as they told him you weren’t there.

He cut through the chaos around. His blade was already slick with blood and leathers torn. He fought without hesitation, cutting down the enemies in his path, saving who he could, knowing more reinforcements were coming.

He just really needed to find you.

He had sworn an oath to protect you with his life.

When your father had ordered him to help Rhysand lead the charge at Ironcrest, Azriel should’ve protested. He should’ve insisted on staying in Windhaven with you. But the king had been convinced the new recruits stationed here would be enough.

He was wrong. So, so wrong.

His shadows found you further down, toward the old training rings. The very place where you first met him. Azriel rounded the corner and his heart was at his throat.

You stood in the middle of the ring, surrounded by five soldiers from the enemy’s force.

Your gown was torn, face smudged with soot and fear. And yet, you stood your ground as you straightened your body and held a dagger up–his dagger.

His shadows reached the soldiers before he did, coiling tight around them, slipping into helmets and ears to disorient them. Then Azriel was there, a heartbeat later, sword drawn and wrath unleashed.

Steel clashed, blood splattered and screams rang out.

Azriel cut through without mercy until he was right in front of you.

He breathed your name, chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths.

“Azriel,” you breathed back, wide-eyed, hands flying to his face. Whether to steady him or yourself, he didn’t know. He just knew that your touch was soft and warm–so warm.

He leaned into it, eyes feeling heavy as he looked at you. “Are you hurt?” He rasped.

“No—no, but you—you’re—”

Your eyes dropped to his chest. So did his.

Blood bloomed across his side, his abdomen, his legs. He had more wounds than he’d counted. He hadn’t felt them, pure adrenaline numbing them and propelling him forward.

He tried to take a deep breath but pain met him like fire, white-hot and blinding. A choked sound escaped his throat, and his forehead came to rest against yours.

His shadows continued to lash out, driving the enemy back. Even as he crumpled, they were guarding you.

“Az–”

“You’re okay,” he whispered, eyes fixed on yours. “That’s all that matters.”

His grip on his sword loosened and then, the sword slipped from his fingers. It hit the ground with a sharp clang like a final note in a song. 

The world tilted and his knees buckled. 

He felt your arms beneath him as you caught him, slowing and easing his fall. Together, you sank to the ground. Your arms cradled him, desperate hands pressing to the gaping wound at his side.

“No, no, no,” your voice cracked with panic. “Stay with me, Azriel, please—

Even as the blood poured and the cold began to set in, he looked at you. 

You were all he wanted to see.

Tears spilled freely from you, falling onto him.

“It’s okay, don’t cry,” he murmured, the corners of his lips twitching into something like a grin. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Don’t you dare,” you were now sobbing, clutching him tighter. “Don’t you dare make jokes—”

“I told you I would protect you,” his voice came out in a broken whisper. “Until my last breath.”

That only made you cry harder and he wished there was more he could do. To be able to just reach up and brush away the tears sliding down your cheeks as he’d done before.

But he felt drained, so drained.

A broken sob came from you and then you were cradling him closer as if your arms could keep him tethered to this world longer.

But he was already slipping.

There was never going to be a happy ending for him.

You were a princess. He was a knight.

And there was no future for a princess and her knight.

All those stolen glances, the near touches. The longing, the words never spoken. They were just... that.

Azriel had only ever been your shield. You’d find your prince someday. As the darkness crept in and your cries faded into a blur, there was only a bittersweet feeling.

Because he didn’t have the crown to have you…only the sword to protect you.

a/n: I love knight Az and am a sucker for the knight x princess forbidden love trope. This is just a one shot. Sorry there is no happy ending but if you did want one, just imagine Az did survive...

And when he woke up, the king had bestowed a high honor upon him. One that granted him land and title and the opportunity to ask for your hand in marriage and you two lived happily ever after (:

General tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria @the-sweet-psycho

@daycourtofficial, @milswrites, @stormhearty, @pit-and-the-pen, @mybestfriendmademe

@loving-and-dreaming @azriels-human, @mrsjna, @adventure-awaits13, @lorosette,

@alwayshave-faith, @xadenswhore, @kodafics

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I feel like being evil tonight 😈

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Just drinking coffee and imagining a dom Tamlin shapeshifting and making “it” just a little bit too big after you’ve been bratting, to where there is a bit of discomfort (while still being pleasurable) when he thrusts in.

Very demure first thing in the morning thought of me, I know.

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love the social media au!! and I agree its hard to think of what their usernames would be sometimes... I could see cassian going w something that kinda shows his cocky side? like @ the_cassian or smthn like to say yes, i am THAT bitch yk? anyways love ur blog :)

Thank you! Glad you did 🫶🏽 it was so fun to make that I’ll definitely be posting more (maybe even taking requests as far as what anyone would like to see)

I loved making Az’s username there bc I feel like he’s a no social media type of guy but he got peer pressured into it by the inner circle and his shadows (who have more of a presence on there than him lol)

For Cas’s, I agree. “the_cassian” is fitting that I’m going to switch it to that!! So ty for the suggestion ❤️