#azriel allan poe

[myromanempiree]

enchanting ; act one

(Previously titled; dreamers with no stars.)

Pairing; Eris x Archeron!Reader

Warnings: angst if you squint.

Summary: Your sister invites you to a ball, you meet an enchanting man.

"With all I've loved,

I loved alone"

-Edgar Allan Poe

....

To be isolated is to walk down the mahogany stairs of the House, trailing curious fingers down the barely textured, cream-colored walls. To hear the third step squeak when you place your weight on it, just on the left side. To walk down the endless hallways, filled with family portraits that seem to mock her existence with the words whispered in the back of her mind,  "you are lost, yet no one cares to find you.” To walk into the warm light of the kitchen to find everyone gathered around the breakfast table for some Saturday tradition.

Forgotten as Feyre and Rhysand dote over the bump that grows larger and larger with each day, forgotten as Nesta and Elain quietly converse, still adjusting to the crowd of fey, yet comfortable in their presence. Forgotten as Azriel makes an off handed comment that rials Cassian up, Mor grinning against the rim of her glass.

To be isolated is to walk to the counter to grab something to eat, only Amren sparing her a single glance, paired with a barely-there nod.

She slowly piles food onto her plate, before finding those same portrait filled hallways, the same cream-colored walls, the same mahogany steps, a new day, yet the same routine.

….

Hours pass as she searches the library, keen eyes scanning the leather bound books looking for a specific title that one of the priestesses had recommended. She pulls a book down with nimble fingers, before adding it to the pile of books for the week. 

She absent mindedly sorts through the books, eyes darting from the stack of books to the list she had made a few days ago. Her mind was much too focused on the titles to hear the soft shutting of the large doors, and the rustling behind her. It takes the woman behind her a few tries to pull her out of her focus, Feyre's voice growing louder as she repeats her name several times, before tapping on her shoulder.

“Yes?” She said, head slowly turning to glance at her sister. Feyre hums, circling the chaise and sitting down beside her. “I wanted to speak to you about something.” Feyre began, opening her mouth to speak before being interrupted by the woman next to her. 

“Is it about breakfast? I don't usually go anyways–” “No, no… its not about breakfast, I wanted to ask you to join us, Rhysand is hosting an event in Hewn City and… Don't make that face, Sea Lion.” Feyre said at the obvious distaste in her sister's face. 

Ah, yes… that nickname. Born from Nesta's teasing over a decade ago, due to her brief curiosity of the creatures after hearing of one from her fathers business partner, it was mocking at first, but morso a pet name as they grew older. Something she had never understood was how her sisters could use something that was originally thought of as mocking, as an endearment. 

She was pulled from her thoughts yet again as Feyre sighed, gently reaching out for her sisters hand. “It is very important to me that you go, I would like all my sisters to be there.” At her sisters silence, she nods.

“Please, think about it.” 

Please was not a word any of her sisters used often, other than Elain, of course. Feyre must really want this, so she sighed, “I suppose  Ill attend.” She said softly, turning to her sister and nodding, looking into her eyes for the first time today.. Feyre thanking her hand skittering off, probably to tell Rhysand.

“Smile. You look like you don't want to be here.” Nesta said, looking amused as she sips from her glass. 

“I don't.” She responds, her sister sighing. “Neither do I, and I much less want to have to seduce that.” Nesta said, gesturing to a man in the crowd, speaking with Mor's father, Kier or something. The man turning to look behind him towards the dias, letting her see a proper peek at his face.

Oh, Mother.

There stood the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, cropped copper hair, high cheekbones that added an air of regality to him without making the man look haughty. Plump  lips pulled into the most self assured grin, showing his perfect teeth, keen whisky eyes examining the room in a manner that bordered on predatory.

 The moment those dazzling eyes met hers, she looked down to her glass, cheeks pinked. Unable to see his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, unable to see the urgency in which he looked away. 

She silently excused herself, moving to the clear balcony to catch her breath, not knowing whatever the feeling she held in her heart was. The thought slightly scaring her. 

She stays on that balcony for a long while, only parting with it when the still-new sensation of a presence in her mind. And Rhysand’s voice echos words into her mind. “Come to the dais”

….

She walked to the dias, her midnight blue velvet gown ever so slightly brushing against the floor as she steps into the spare spot in between Nesta and Elain, assuming that to be her designated spot. She stands there for a while, watching silently as the beautiful man walks up the stairs, conversing with the High Lord and Lady. 

What was said not registering as she gazes at the man. Something about him felt familiar, though she was sure she'd never met him. She only began to pay attention as he walked their direction, Nesta adjusting her posture to appear more sensual. 

She assumed this to be the part where Nesta seduced the man, which felt wrong to her, for whatever reason. However, he does not stop at Nesta, he moved past her to stand in front of herself. He stepped a stair below his current stature and bow, taking her hand to his lips and brushing them against her hand. 

The sensation setting a fluttering feeling off in her stomach. “What is your name, Lady Archeron?” The man asked her, tilting his head. As she introduced herself, and he introduced himself, she was led to the dance floor by the man– Eris. 

Eris. 

Her eyes find a mole on the side of his face, right below his right  eye, gaze trained on it as they begin their waltz. She claws at her brain to find the steps, yet cannot remember. Eris gently moves his hand to the small of her back, bringing here closer to him and leaning his face  against her neck as he whispers softly.

 “Follow my lead.”

It felt natural to do so. Even though Eris kept attempting to strike up a conversation, she was too focused on trying to not step on his toes and bring them to the ground to converse. The waltz came to an end, and she bows, her hands shaking. 

The walk back to the dais was as silent as the rest of their interaction. She felt guilty for not being able to seduce the man, but regardless, was glad she was even able to waltz without falling and crashing into something or someone. 

She moved swiftly up to her sisters as shocking words ring in her ears. 

“I will offer you support, in exchange for her hand.”

a/n - I read this back and she's kinda autistic-coded, so I hope everyone is okay with that :)

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[emmitaaa4]

“Elriel is too predictable! It’s boring & lazy writing!”

… 🧍‍♂️

My brother in Christ. You call SJM the fated mates author. Through 15+ books and 3 series she hasn’t diverged from that trope. Elain has a “mate”.

If an Elriel outcome is predictable, it’s because the author willed it so and therefore ✨wrote scenes✨ to ✨develop their relationship✨.

and by that i mean…

(long post ahead…. bear with me)

SJM wrote Mr. “I don’t need to resort to poetry” going all Azriel Allan Poe, flustered as he tells Elain “we are born hearing the song of the wind”. She wrote him uncharacteristically open & talkative, while when he 1st met Feyre he deferred all her questions to others.

SJM wrote that despite how different they may look, Elain does not balk from Az. She never has: from their 1st meeting she finds comfort in him, and he in turn notices her—she’s never been afraid of him, he has always seen her.

SJM wrote the 1st coherent thing to come out of Elain’s mouth in WaR to be “beautiful” as she beholds Azriel’s scarred hands. In turn, she wrote our gardener not minding imperfections on hers, for despite her lady-like conditioning, she prefers to get her hands dirty.

SJM wrote Az spending time with her in the sunshine: no forced conversation, no one hEaLinG anyone, just them both doing their own thing as a relaxed Az suns his wings. Just two pals comfortable with one another… which SJM foreshadowed in MaF through Feyre’s “Elain would likely cling to Az for some peace and quiet”.

SJM wrote Az and Cass both stilling at the sight of El & Nes, she wrote Az cutting in to set Elain up in her garden even as Feyre was about to do it, she wrote the mention that Elain was safe after the twin raven’s attack bc Az had stayed with her at the townhouse.

SJM wrote Azriel’s eyes churning as he looks at Elain and her too-thin body, before abruptly winnowing away, and we’re left with Mor looking at the spot where he left. Wonder what that was about (it certainly did not remind me of Rhys in TaR).

You know, Elriels are not just making stuff up and theorizing about the E/ucien bond cause we’re desperately pulling at straws…

SJM had Madja say “a mate would know if something is amiss”, then wrote a scene juxtaposing both Lucien’s and Azriel’s reactions/assessments of what was going on with Elain… and she had Azriel be the one to know nothing was “wrong” with her—no, she just had rare powers and needed to be heard, to be taken seriously. He didn't let her be misunderstood, for he was the ONLY one that listened to her, that took her visions/ramblings seriously right from the get go. And so he gave Elain the understanding she needed to free herself from the dream-like murky realm she was trapped in. Through it all, SJM emphasizes that Azriel also understands what it is like to struggle with rare, strange, prized powers in silence; what it’s like to be othered by them. I’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: she sees everything and he hears everything.

SJM wrote that “Elain had hoped that love would trump even a mating bond” and had her characters question the Cauldron in relation to Elucien *twice* (years apart!).

…

SJM wrote Az being the only one—in a room full of Made beings speaking of being Made—to notice that Elain was missing. A reassuring but empty statement by Cass that they’d get her back….but then it was Azriel that stated, eyes glowing golden, that HE would be getting her back, despite the girl’s own sister discouraging him & telling him he’d die. Hell, Feyre had this whole deliberation on whether she’d join him only after he’d say he’d go. His initiative.

The Hybern scene is too long to add, but this post and this theory break it all down brilliantly.

Yes, Az has sacrificial tendencies. Yes, he’d risk his life for loved ones in general. But we have never seen him this affected, and it is because SJM purposely used language to emphasize Elain and Azriel’s meaningful reactions to the other… despite it being wholly “unnecessary”

It is all intentional… lazy’s antonym.

SJM wrote the Truthteller scene. She emphasized the exchange, which left Cassian gasping and Rhys flabbergasted; it also left Feyre with a significant painting in her mind. It lead to Elain, aka “my God has answered me,” stepping out of a shadow to save her sister. Azriel, aka “God is my help”, indeed helped armed Elain so she could answer her sisters prayers.

SJM ended WaR with Elain’s smile literally lighting up Az’s shadows.

SJM had Elain’s thoughtful gift to him make his eyes the brightest we’ve seen—and by doing so gave us the most beautiful description of his earthy eyes, “the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald.” We have never seen Az so joyful & carefree throughout the entire series.

SJM wrote that Azriel beat Feyre to Elain’s side as she was looking out into the night. She wrote Elain stilling at the sight of a dashing Azriel—her throat bobbing—while Az “just moved towards her”.

SJM wrote the potato scene—“sit i’ll take care of it”—Azriel again being the one to respect Elain’s presence & contribution as he makes a room full of his “superiors” wait until Elain finishes tidying herself up (cause girlie wanted to look put together for a certain shadowsinger). Mor gapes, Amren smirks, Rhys talks of Az’s mom… all because of that surprising, singular behaviour from him.

SJM wrote Az making a joke at Amren’s expense upon noticing Elain’s discomfort; our girl’s shoulders indeed relax in relief. THE LIGHT RETURNS IN HER EYES.

SJM has Azriel staying up past 3am with Elain, listening to her speak of something she is passionate of.

SJM wrote Azriel spending an entire convo with his brothers looking out into the garden from the window (SJM mentioned it 4 times yet some still missed it).

SJM wrote Rhys goading Az for a reaction as he quizzes him on Lucien and Grayson; wrote Rhys realizing that Azriel did not want to know what Elain did with Lucien (in the case she did anything). She wrote Azriel nervously stuttering as he asks risks if they need to get the sisters a present… I wonder why.

And Rosehall… SJM wrote ROSEhall: cracktheory this cracktheory that, to the gwonriels I’d say we both know you wouldn’t say it’s irrelevant had SJM chosen to call his estate Tealhall.

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Keep in mind: SJM could have written those significant scenes and ultimately kept it PG: she could have chosen language that built up a profound platonic relationship.

Yet… in MaF she has Feyre comment that they would be good together—as in make a good *couple*. WaR roles in and they’re both dealing with the very public rejections they went through—but SJM had them build a quiet companionship in the background, while giving them a wealth of scenes of great significance for both their characters, and while using language like “she DEVOURED the sight of him” “he CRADLED her to his chest”. In FaS they are slowly but surely getting over their last loves, and SJM continues developing their connection.

And in ACOSF, in the book that supposedly “ended” Elriel…

SJM wrote Az following the sound of her laugh (😭). “ It’s just lust” PLEASE BFFR.

SJM chose to remind us—THREE times—of the Hybern rescue scene... then had Az tell Cass that he’d know, in his chest, if something happened to Nesta.

SJM had Az longingly stare at the gift Elain gave him every night for a YEAR—mind plagued by thoughts of her—made him so affected by her that he had reactions to every mention of her name in SF, so affected that it took Nes one look at them to notice his feelings, to reach out in comfort upon noticing the pain that keeping himself apart from to her caused him. As SJM said she would, Nes saw through his secret in ACOSF, still it is “his secret to tell, never hers”. After Solstice we are met with a grumpy Azriel, who lost the snowball fight for the 1st time in centuries (i wonder why…).

SJM chose to link his every secret back to his feelings for Elain, as per the bonus . Why does he stay up so late and wake up so early? He longs for Elain so much he can’t sleep. Why is he staying in the HoW? It is too hard to be close to Elain given their circumstances; he must physically distance himself from her. Why has he moved on from Mor after centuries? Elain. Why is he grumpy post Solstice? The argument with Rhys concerning Elain.

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Ultimately, SJM wrote for Elriel:

- Complementary imagery (flowers and death? light and dark blending together to form something new… DUSK, anyone?)

- AND plot altering scenes

- AND chose to liken them to one another multiple times

- AND genuine moments of companionship that slowly bloomed into something more…

… Is it so insane to believe that maybe SJM spent so much page time and effort building connections & common ground between them because she intends for elain & az to find peace and quiet within one another?

Or idk, maybe it was all for shits and giggles… and if it was i salute her commitment to the shits and the giggles🫡

Either way, it is the opposite of lazy writing…

It’s SJM’s world & words, and we are just reading them.

P.S: This was all just typed on my cell phone from the top of my head… yes remembering all this is probs concerning, yes I am obsessed. Please correct me if I got anything wrong.

[hauntedwitch04]

Becky’s Halloween party!

Welcome to my Halloween party! I really love this feast, and I wanted to celebrate it with you all. I know that I’m already late, but here I am. I took some prompts from the internet, hope you like it. I’ll try to post everyday, but I can’t assure anything, I'm so sorry.

With love, your Becky,💫

DAY 1: “You can’t go out with such a thin jacket in October, you gonna get a cold!” with Steve Harrington

DAY 2:  “I love this song. It totally gives me Halloween vibes.” with Timothee Chamalet

DAY 3: "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." "I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect." with Sirius Black 

DAY 4: “You know darling, it’s dangerous to walk around after midnight.” with Azriel

DAY 5: “You are scared of a crow?” “It’s a fucking crow in the middle of the night in October, obviously I’m scared.” with Eddie Munson

DAY 6: "You know, honey, as much as it costs me to admit it, your pumpkin is much more beautiful than mine." "Of course, I am the queen of pumpkins." with Steve Harrington (x Henderson!Reader) 

DAY 7: "You saw the ghost, too." "Love...it was a fucking bedsheet." with tasm!Peter Parker. 

DAY 8: "Did you buy a fucking cauldron?" "All witches need their cauldron to make potions, you dummy." with Ben Barnes 

DAY 9: "If you keep singing the Nightmare Before Christsmas songs, I think I won't make it to Halloween in one piece." "But at least you'll know them all by the time we see it on Halloween night." "Tell me we're playing trick-or-treating, because this is a fucking treat." with Andrew Garfield 

DAY 10: "Trick or Treat." "I choose treat, but I know something sweeter than this candy." "And what would that be?" "You." with Remus Lupin

DAY 11:  "You are the cutest ghost I have ever seen." with Dad!Steve Harrington x daughter x Mom! Reader

DAY 12:  "Feel lucky that I share my treats with you." "I left all the chocolate to you." "That's why I love you." with Remus Lupin 

DAY 13: "Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head." with Azriel 

DAY 14: "I love spending my days with you in front of the fire and u good horror book in my hands, because I finally feel at home." with Regulus Black 

DAY 15: "Remind me never to let you tell a scary story again, I will have nightmares for the next ten years." with Eddie Munson  (for my sister) 

DAY 16: "Strange as it may seem, I love walking through cemeteries at night. Everything is so scary, gloomy, and finally you feel really alive." "Love, I think it's time to stop reading Edgar Allan Poe." with Regulus Black 

DAY 17: "What was that sound?!" "You stepped on a twig." "Why are there twigs on the ground!?" "Why are we in a freaking forest!" with Sirius Black 

DAY 18: "I love reading during the rain, but you know what I love most? Reading during the rain with you in my arms, with your intoxicating scent of cinnamon and chocolate that smells like home." "Man! You give me diabetes." with Remus Lupin

DAY 19:  "God, I wish it was Halloween every day if I could see you in that dress. You're the sexiest witch I've ever seen." with Joe Keery 

DAY 20: "If you eat so many sweets, your stomach will hurt." "Oh come on, I'm not a child anymore." "Does your stomach hurt?" "Shut up before I punch you." with Rhysand 

DAY 21: "You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." "Okay." "What, you don't insist?" "No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." "Fuck you." with Loki 

DAY 22: "Would you like to watch Corpse Bride? I've already made hot chocolate and lit the fire." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Why?" "Because it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." with tasm!Peter Parker 

DAY 23: "Tonight there is a full moon. Do you want to go watch it?" "No, sorry I can't tonight, I turn into a werewolf." "What?" "Stupid, of course I feel like going to see the moon with you." with Andrew Garfield

DAY 24: "Remind me never to let you drink at a party again, you looked possessed." "Well, at least I was in theme with the party since it was for Halloween." with Timothee Chamalet 

DAY 25: "Oh my God, did you see that beautiful cat!" "I wouldn't go too close, it's a black cat." "Really? Are you afraid of black cats? I didn't think you were so superstitious." "Well I have a witch in front of me, so I believe in everything now." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 26: "We could watch Sleepy Hollow." "I'm not going to watch another horror movie just because Johnny Deep is in it." "But have you seen how hot he is?"  with Ben Barnes 

DAY 27: "Why are you dressed as Dracula?" "Because it's my Halloween costume?" "I thought we decided to go as JD and Veronica!" "Well look at it from that point of view, they're both dead." "So will you be in a little while when I kill you." with Sirus Black 

DAY 28: "You got me candles!" "Cinnamon and lavender, your favorite."  with Remus Lupin 

DAY 29: "Wow, what is that on your neck? Oh my God it's a bite! Did a vampire bite you? Are you going to be like Dracula? Oh my God, oh my God that's cool." "No man another animal bit me: my girlfriend." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 30: "I will never again take a drink offered by you." "Why? Don't you like them?" "No honey, I love them, but I am more and more convinced that you are a witch and that you put love potions, because the love I feel for you is beyond imagination." with Azriel 

DAY 31: “I fucking love Halloween Party!” with the Marauders 

[azrielallanpoe]

Golden as the sun at dawn

My love walked down the stairs,

Lovely as a spritely fawn

She took me unawares.

Quiet as an owl in flight

My love did cross the hall,

Graceful yet in stealth of night

Answer did she my call.

Comfort fell, my shadows cleared

My love she could not miss,

And the doe of beauty neared

To offer me her kiss.

Funny idea: Azriel gets a book, but it’s a poetry book about Elain and other things in his life.

YES.

I want it.

It's like super sappy romantic poetry along with some Emo stuff thrown in.

Like:

I am sad

For Elain left

Since I was bad

Now my face is wet

Because of the tears I shed

Clearly I am not a poet! Maybe Az can do better.

[secondsineternity]

WHO I WRITE FOR:

Requests are currently open!

Currently Focused On: Katsuki Bakugo, Din Djarin, Steve Harrington, Anthony Lockwood, Eddie Munson, Matt Murdock, Spencer Reid (send in a request for any of these characters and it will be completed faster!)

Ace Attorney: Athena Cykes, Simon Blackquill, Nahyuta Sahdmahdi, Franziska von Karma

A Court of Thorns and Roses: Elain Archeron, Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Amren, Azriel, Cassian, Emerie, Gwyneth, Helion, Morrigan, Rhysand, Tamlin, Tarquin, Eris Vanserra, Lucian Vanserra

Camp Half-Blood: Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez

Castlevania: Alucard, Charlotte Aulin, Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Jonathan Morris

Crescent City: Hunt Athalar, Lidia Cervos, Ruhn Danaan, Declan Emmett, Danika Fendyr, Tristan Flynn, Ithan Holstrom, Tharion Ketos, Bryce Quinlan

Criminal Minds: Penelope Garcia, Elle Greenaway, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid

Death Note: L Lawliet, Mihael “Mello” Keehl

Demon Slayer: Hashibira Inosuke, Kyojuro Rengoku

Doctor Who: The Doctor (8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, Fugitive), The Master (Gomez & Dhawan), Mel Bush, Jo Grant, Grace Holloway, Martha Jones, Yasmin Khan, Dan Lewis, Ace McShane, Donna Noble, Clara Oswald, Amy Pond, Bill Potts, Liz Shaw, Sarah Jane Smith, River Song, Rose Tyler, Rory Williams

Fate, The Winx Saga: Aisha, Beatrix, Flora, Terra Harvey, Musa, Bloom Peters, Riven, Sky, Stella

Haikyuu!!: Keiji Akaashi, Asahi Azumane, Kotaro Bokuto, Chikara Ennoshita, Lev Haiba, Hajime Iwaizume, Tobio Kageyama, Shinsuke Kita, Kendaro Kyotani, Yu Nishinoya, Kiyomi Sakusa, Tendo Satori, Daichi Sawamura, Kiyoko Shimizu, Koshi Sugawara, Rintaro Suna, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Yuji Terushima, Kei Tsukishima, Keishin Ukai, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Hitoka Yachi, Tadashi Yamaguchi

Jujutsu Kaisen: Satoru Gojo, Toge Inunaki, Kento Nanami, Maki Zen’in

Keeper of the Lost Cities: Dex Dizznee, Sophie Foster, Keefe Sencen, Linh Song, Tam Song, Biana Vacker, Fitz Vacker

The Legend of Zelda: Link, Zelda

Lockwood & Co.: Lucy Carlyle, George Cubbins/George Karim, Anthony Lockwood

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Ajak, Liz Allan, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter, Katy Chen, Carol Danvers, Layla El-Faouly, Jane Foster, Gamora, Agatha Harkness, Jessica Jones, Scott Lang, Darcy Lewis, Maya Lopez, Mantis, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Karli Morgenthau, Matt Murdock, Namor, Nebula, Hela Odinsdottir, Sylvie Odinsdottir, Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker (Any), Pepper Potts, Peter Quill, Monica Rambeau, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sersi, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Gwen Stacy, Tony Stark, Ava Starr, Stephen Strange, Thena, Joaquin Torres, T’Challa Udaku, Shuri Udaku, Valkyrie, Hope Van Dyne, Vision, Jennifer Walters, Michelle “MJ” Jones Watson, Sam Wilson, Shang-Chi Xu, Xialing Xu

My Hero Academia: Shota Aizawa, Tamaki Amajiki, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui, Katsuki Bakugo, Jin Bubagawara, Nejire Hado, Tenya Iida, Kyoka Jirou, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Atsuhiro Sako, Hanta Sero, Tomura Shigaraki, Hitoshi Shinso, Mezo Shoji, Keigo Takami, Shoto Todoroki, Toya Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Mirio Togata, Fumikage Tokoyami, Ochako Uraraka, Toshinori Yagi, Momo Yaoyorozu, Hizashi Yamada

Pirates of the Caribbean: Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner

Shatter Me: Kenji Kishimoto, Aaron Warner

Spy X Family: Agent Twilight (“Loid Forger”), Yor Briar

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cara Dune, Armitage Hux, Bo-Katan Kryze, Fennec Shand

Stranger Things: Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Donatello, Casey Jones, Leonardo, Michelangelo, April O’Neal, Raphael

Throne of Glass: Aedion Ashryver, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Gavriel Ashryver, Manon Blackbeak-Crochan, Lysandra Ennar, Nesryn Faliq, Dorian Havilliard, Elide Lochan, Fenrys Moonbeam, Lorcan Salvaterre, Yrene Towers, Chaol Westfall, Rowan Whitethorn

Twisted Wonderland: Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper

The Umbrella Academy: Number One / Luther Hargreeves, Number Two / Diego Hargreeves, Number Three / Allison Hargreeves, Number Four / Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five, Number Six / Ben Hargreeves, Number Seven / Viktor Hargreeves, Number Five / Sloane Hargreeves

Vampire Academy: Adrian Ivashkov, Dimitri Belikov, Lissa Dragomir, Rose Hathaway, Sydney Sage

Wednesday: Wednesday Addams, Tyler Galpin, Enid Sinclair, Xavier Thorpe, Larissa Weems

Wizarding World: Lorenzo Berkshire, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Ominis Gaunt, Hermione Granger, Queenie Goldstein, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, James Potter, Mattheo Riddle, Sebastian Sallow, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley

a character in italics is a favorite to write for. taking a break from strikethroughed fandoms. list is subject to change.

[azrielallanpoe]

An Ode to Headache Powder

Poem in plain text below the break.

An Ode to Headache Powder

An ode to headache powder, from a hand so able;  I look at it most every night, upon my bedside table.  An aura of magic so pure, radiates from the bottle;  But I hesitate to use it once, I'd hate to use the lottle. 

The earplugs now sit next to it, there in pride of place;  It's like she is right next to me, I can almost see her face.  One day soon I'll make my move—undo the hurt and pain;  And when she's in my arms this time, I won't let go again. 

This is dedicated to the lovely @tswaney17; happy birthday, beautiful! You're a bright light in the fandom, and I hope your weekend is as amazing as you are. 🖤

[azrielallanpoe]

It Happened One Dawn

Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.

Poem in plain text below the break.

It Happened One Dawn

Jasmine filtered through the air As I came upon a sight, A female of such beauty rare— Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.

Honey dripping from her skin Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell— My hands on her a mortal sin But the urge I could not quell. 

Across the garden, through the mist  We walked towards each other,  It had been ages since we kissed— But first, we needed cover. 

Close enough to see her face  Her eyes now full of light;  She wrapped her arms tightly in place, Then I spread my wings for flight. 

It didn't take us very long  To reach the summer garden; Between my heart and hers? A song, Against which we could not harden. 

A longing glance, a brush of hands As I released her waist; She could make of me any demand, And I'd comply with haste. 

Her scent changed, then so did mine— We were finally alone; The long months through which we did pine At last, we were at home. 

Thumb on chin, her head tipped back  And then I claimed her lips;  She gave my chest a little smack As I took hold of her hips.

Her bright laugh belied the motion,  As I laid her on the grass; And we could hear the distant ocean While she exposed my arse. 

Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up, Leathers falling from my chest— Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup, Then suck at her behest.

Her moan was followed by a blush That spread across her skin, But my scarred hands made her hush— She'd be loud when I'm within. 

Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew, And I took her with a kiss,  Her hair covered with morning dew,  As we chased our mutual bliss. 

The hot desire we could not hide,  Near impossible to slake;  Moving—thrusting—deep inside,  Such noises she did make. 

As we neared the peak, I thought  To part with her was pain;  But then beneath me she went taught— My love, my life. Elain.

For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤

[rosenecklaces]

the fact azriel NEVER compared elain to mor, you know, the woman he loved for decades...much to think about

In Lucien’s POV, he compared Elain to Jesminda.

“She was nothing like Jesminda. Jesminda had been all laughter and mischief, too wild and free to be contained by the country life that she’d been born into. She had teased him, taunted him—seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn’t wanted anything but her. She’d seen him not as a High Lord’s seventh son, but as a male. Had loved him without question, without hesitation. She had chosen him.”

In Azriel’s POV, he compares her to the sun at dawn.

“Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The faelights gilded Elain’s unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn.”

I’m not sure about you, but I would rather have the latter.

[azrielallanpoe]

A Snowball's Chance in Hell

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Rhys' face was all surprise As snow ran down his cheek, If only he could use magic; His track record? It's bleak.

Cass can use a sword with skill; A bow? He topped the class. But when I caught him unawares, He still fell on his arse.

Who got me in the end? You ask, I'm not ashamed to tell; Nyx, at ten, in his first fight, His dad and uncles fell'd.

Happiest of birthdays to @impossiblescissorspeachpaper, you absolute gem. Thank you for being such an amazing friend. Love ya. 🖤

[azrielallanpoe]

The Shadowsinger's Rapture

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The Shadowsinger's Rapture

Golden as the sun at dawn My love walked down the stairs, Lovely as a spritely fawn She took me unawares.

Quiet as an owl in flight My love did cross the hall, Graceful yet in stealth of night Answer did she my call.

Comfort fell, my shadows cleared My love she could not miss, And the doe of beauty neared To offer me her kiss.

Originally posted here, reblogging @nikethestatue's anon/ask.

[azrielallanpoe]

Hope Rose from the Void

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Up above the red stone wall

The shadows answering my call

Did strengthen in the light of fall

And held me in their ghostly thrall—

Whispering the wisdom of the world.

The murmurs came, so dark and grim

Bleak reports of power's whim

Our land, through war, soon must it swim

The outlook fated to be grim—

We'd lose the freedom of the world.

But hark! Three sisters chose to fight

Each with a special, magic might

Such that our chances reached new heights

And hope did from the void take flight—

A faith seen seldom in the world.

The war began with clash of steel

The death lord's wrath we came to feel

We fought, we died, yet did not kneel

The battle won, the bells did peel—

Singing all throughout the world.

[azrielallanpoe]

My arm has been twisted, and my quill has followed. Spicy poetry coming tomorrow...

[offtorivendell]

Azriel, Cass and Rhys: modern AU snowball fight.

A Snowball's Chance in Hell

Poem in plain text below the break.

Rhys' face was all surprise As snow ran down his cheek, If only he could use magic; His track record? It's bleak.

Cass can use a sword with skill; A bow? He topped the class. But when I caught him unawares, He still fell on his arse.

Who got me in the end? You ask, I'm not ashamed to tell; Nyx, at ten, in his first fight, His dad and uncles fell'd.

Happiest of birthdays to @impossiblescissorspeachpaper, you absolute gem. Thank you for being such an amazing friend. Love ya. 🖤

[tswaney17]

This is so beautiful! Oh my god. 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Thank you, lovely. I keep reading it over and over and I want to sob. 😭

Thank you, so much!! 💕

An Ode to Headache Powder

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An Ode to Headache Powder

An ode to headache powder, from a hand so able;  I look at it most every night, upon my bedside table.  An aura of magic so pure, radiates from the bottle;  But I hesitate to use it once, I'd hate to use the lottle. 

The earplugs now sit next to it, there in pride of place;  It's like she is right next to me, I can almost see her face.  One day soon I'll make my move—undo the hurt and pain;  And when she's in my arms this time, I won't let go again. 

This is dedicated to the lovely @tswaney17; happy birthday, beautiful! You're a bright light in the fandom, and I hope your weekend is as amazing as you are. 🖤

[azrielallanpoe]

Thank you so much @azriel-shadowsinger! Your tags made my day. 🖤 I'm glad I didn't embarrass myself with this one. 😅

It Happened One Dawn

Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.

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It Happened One Dawn

Jasmine filtered through the air As I came upon a sight, A female of such beauty rare— Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.

Honey dripping from her skin Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell— My hands on her a mortal sin But the urge I could not quell. 

Across the garden, through the mist  We walked towards each other,  It had been ages since we kissed— But first, we needed cover. 

Close enough to see her face  Her eyes now full of light;  She wrapped her arms tightly in place, Then I spread my wings for flight. 

It didn't take us very long  To reach the summer garden; Between my heart and hers? A song, Against which we could not harden. 

A longing glance, a brush of hands As I released her waist; She could make of me any demand, And I'd comply with haste. 

Her scent changed, then so did mine— We were finally alone; The long months through which we did pine At last, we were at home. 

Thumb on chin, her head tipped back  And then I claimed her lips;  She gave my chest a little smack As I took hold of her hips.

Her bright laugh belied the motion,  As I laid her on the grass; And we could hear the distant ocean While she exposed my arse. 

Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up, Leathers falling from my chest— Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup, Then suck at her behest.

Her moan was followed by a blush That spread across her skin, But my scarred hands made her hush— She'd be loud when I'm within. 

Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew, And I took her with a kiss,  Her hair covered with morning dew,  As we chased our mutual bliss. 

The hot desire we could not hide,  Near impossible to slake;  Moving—thrusting—deep inside,  Such noises she did make. 

As we neared the peak, I thought  To part with her was pain;  But then beneath me she went taught— My love, my life. Elain.

For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤

[wingedblooms]

I am so honored by your gift and friendship, @azrielallanpoe. Your mighty quill is unmatched. Thank you so much for writing this lovely, humorous, spicy poem for me. I shall treasure it always.

It Happened One Dawn

Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.

Poem in plain text below the break.

It Happened One Dawn

Jasmine filtered through the air As I came upon a sight, A female of such beauty rare— Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.

Honey dripping from her skin Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell— My hands on her a mortal sin But the urge I could not quell. 

Across the garden, through the mist  We walked towards each other,  It had been ages since we kissed— But first, we needed cover. 

Close enough to see her face  Her eyes now full of light;  She wrapped her arms tightly in place, Then I spread my wings for flight. 

It didn't take us very long  To reach the summer garden; Between my heart and hers? A song, Against which we could not harden. 

A longing glance, a brush of hands As I released her waist; She could make of me any demand, And I'd comply with haste. 

Her scent changed, then so did mine— We were finally alone; The long months through which we did pine At last, we were at home. 

Thumb on chin, her head tipped back  And then I claimed her lips;  She gave my chest a little smack As I took hold of her hips.

Her bright laugh belied the motion,  As I laid her on the grass; And we could hear the distant ocean While she exposed my arse. 

Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up, Leathers falling from my chest— Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup, Then suck at her behest.

Her moan was followed by a blush That spread across her skin, But my scarred hands made her hush— She'd be loud when I'm within. 

Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew, And I took her with a kiss,  Her hair covered with morning dew,  As we chased our mutual bliss. 

The hot desire we could not hide,  Near impossible to slake;  Moving—thrusting—deep inside,  Such noises she did make. 

As we neared the peak, I thought  To part with her was pain;  But then beneath me she went taught— My love, my life. Elain.

For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤