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ACOTAR polls // ships, part 1

There will be other choices in the future, but I'm curious about which ship is most popular out of the three. Don't try to guess which is popular, just pick your favourite one!

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Marked by the fire - Azriel’s hands (Sarah J. Maas, A Court of…)

I couldn’t get this out of my head. It was “paint or die” situation… so I painted.

I always try to look at characters in different way, and with Azriel my mind was haunted not by handsome face, but scars of the past he carries.

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Andrew Garfield on consent and privacy

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all and then most of you

Azriel x Eris

Word Count: 2.5k

Snippet: Azriel arrives like he always does—silently, in the dead of night, when the shadows are heaviest and time slows to a crawl.

Read on AO3

A/N: pls read the ao3 tags. I recommend not reading the spoilers but do what you gotta do. thank you to my beta @pippsmcgee who read this and said "you know what you should do next?" thus inspiring me to make this a two-part series. 😈 Stay tuned for the next installment lol (already written) Also this was my first time writing in present tense and it was so fun!

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Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows

Azriel x Eris

Chapter 32 on AO3

“Did Azriel stay the night?” Lucien asked, breathlessly between thrusts of his blade. The bright light of the Day Court sun was nearly blinding as it glinted against the blades.

“None of your business.” Eris’s breath came out in gusts as he met his brother, blow for blow. His chest was heaving beneath the lightweight white tunic, now sticking to his chest with sweat.

“Being mated to Night is difficult. I know better than most.” Lucien struck his older brother’s blade with enough force to rattle the elder’s teeth, but Eris held fast.

“Well, it seems to have worked out for you in the end.” Eris’s blade was now locked against Lucien’s, the brothers at an impasse, bearing down against each other. They circled.

“Don’t be petty.” Lucien rolled his russet eye.

Eris smirked. “It works better when you have two eyes, fox.” 

Lucien growled and, with enough force, pushed his brother backward. Eris stumbled but caught himself. “Fuck you,” Lucien spat. They stepped away and began circling again.

“No thanks. Only Illyrians fuck their siblings.” Eris struck again. His blade hit Lucien’s, and this time, sparks flew. Lucien chuckled.

“And yet you fucked an Illyrian, quite habitually,” a broad smile breaking across the Day Court male’s beautiful face.

Eris growled, and his entire demeanor changed. Where he had been graceful and loose-limbed, playful even, he turned predatory. His blade caught fire. His back stiffened, motions turning lethal. Lucien met his brother’s ferocity with his own. He knew Eris would never truly hurt him, but he also knew the fireling was hurting and needed to release these flames, this burning pain.

They sparred for what could have been hours. Fire met fire. The sun, a burning disc, moved across the sky. The scent of citrus and oud, sun-drenched linens, and spices blew in from the bazaars of the city below. Flocks of white birds in formation flew above. Finally, soaked with sweat and heaving breaths, they halted.

Lucien playfully slapped his brother’s shoulder, but Eris flipped the dayling onto his back before he could blink. The younger male landed with a grunt, white dust from the ring floating upwards like mist. Lucien groaned, laughing good-naturedly. “Cauldron’s cock.” The male sprawled out dramatically, his sword clanging beside him.

Eris smirked. “That’s for running your mouth about my bedroom activities.” He reached down and pulled Lucien to his feet. “And the Cauldron is without sexual organs, you fool.” The Fae strode to the weapons rack, replacing their blades.

Lucien turned and stared at his brother in the bright Day Court sunlight. His golden eye whirred, and a small smile tugged at his lips. “So, all those times you goaded Cassian, called him bastard born, was it projection?”

Eris froze. “I have no idea what you mean.” He grasped the water canteen and drank deeply.

“Oh, please. I saw you glow as your magic returned. Helion saw it. No wonder you can cleave spells and weave wards like you do. How long have you known?” Lucien arched a perfect brow.

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Cassian is not a cat person

“What’s this?” he asked searching his girls’ faces for an answer.

“My kitten!” Ori squealed, “House got me a kitten!”

The little kitten blinked back at Cassian with large green eyes before it opened its jaws with a mighty squeak. It bared its fangs, tiny sharp little things that meant holes in his leathers and rips in his blankets.

“So, it’s an illusion then,” Relief washed over Cassian for a moment, but it was quickly snatched away as Ori’s chin quivered.

“He’s not an illusion, he’s my real kitten,” Fat tears began to drip from her eyes, “He’s mine and he’s going to stay forever!” Ori held the little cat tighter, as it seemed to sneer at Cassian. That’s right bat boy, this is my house now, it seemed to say as it purred.

“It’s a real kitten, indeed,” Nesta assured them both. stroking the cat’s head. A little white ribbon was tied around its neck. A Valkyrie ribbon.

“And before you ask, no I had nothing to do with this. The cat is real and it’s here to stay.” She shot Cassian a look. “Though he’ll need a name,” she said, turning to Ori down in her lap.

Orianna bit her lip thoughtfully, “Pudding,” she said with finality, “because he looks like chocolate pudding.”

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Orianna’s hand touched the kittens paw in her sleep, as if the cat would be gone when she woke. Thought the cat seemed perfectly content with his new little master, immediately snuggling up and nesting in the blankets. Nesta watched at the doorway as Orianna and her new best friend slept soundly.

Soft, heavy steps interrupted her thoughts as Cassian sighed, “She’s very hard to say no to. Even a magical, sentient house can’t do it.”

“I wanted a cat,” Nesta said, to her own surprise, “when I was Ori’s age, I wanted a cat. A fluffy white one, and I wanted to name her Pearl. I had forgotten about that.”

“Did you get one?” Cassian snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“No, Grandmother said they were filthy vermin, Mother agreed, and we never spoke of it again,” she leaned back into Cassian’s chest. “I only remembered when she started asking about it a few weeks ago.”

“Well then, I suppose I’m going to have to call a truce with Pudding,” Cassian sighed.

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Cunty outfits for Daddy Eris

Obviously, he's has rings for every outfit

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Once More to See You

Rating: M | 6.5k words | Azris

Days after Feyre and Lucien are rescued from the Winter Court border, Eris finds Azriel snooping in his father’s woods. They fall into old habits and discuss a path forward.

Or: The story of how Eris entered his alliance with the Night Court

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Hello! I posted this oneshot on ao3 a month ago. Now that I’m on tumblr, I figured I'd share it here as well :)

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The scent of you

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Today marks one year since I posted my first fic on Ao3! 🎉

I'm so so happy I decided to take the leap, even though I was feeling self-conscious and uncertain about what I was writing. The amazing ACOTAR/Azris community I'm now part of is all thanks to actually daring to let anyone read it. I'm grateful to each and every one who has interacted with me or my fics in the year since. But the best is yet to come, eh?

That first fic, A Court of Self-Destructive Coping Mechanisms, was created because I felt like there should be a deeper exploration of Nesta's descent into her trauma and how she tries to deal with it. Since I couldn't find a fic that scratched my particular itch, I was left with no choice but to write it myself. And isn't that how it often goes? I got really into Azris shortly after, and the rest is, as they say, history.

Moral of the story: Write the damn thing. Then post the damn thing. Then be really damn proud of yourself!

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If Eris was on tiktok.

Eris: Hey y‘all! I’m Pamela Pumpkin, and you’re about to do Pamela Pumpkin‘s Halloweene workout. Woo!

Eris *😃*: This is Alan! 👉🏼

Azriel 😐🧍🏾‍♂️

Eris *😃🕺*

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Boop or Treat

Modern AU - Azris

Warnings - pure sweet Halloween fluff

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - the boops are back! THE BOOPS ARE BACK! And as with everything that goes through my brain - it usually ends up with some form of Azris. Shout out to @thecutestgrotto for the amazing boop dividers. Enjoy and Happy Halloween! (This is also unedited - we die like men)

The sound of the front door slamming shut stirred Azriel’s attention from his task.

“You’re late,” he boomed as he made his way to the front hallway. “I was nearly about to come looking for you.”

“Sorry,” she huffed as she tossed her backpack into the corner and gathered the shopping bags she had dropped unceremoniously at her feet. “I made a couple stops on the way home. I had an idea.” 

Azriel observed the mischievous twinkle in his teenage daughters’ eye, like a star shining in her dark irises. Scanning over her armload he noticed at least one of the stops was the craft store. 

“This wouldn’t be another costume idea would it?” Az sighed. She had changed her mind on what she was dressing up as at least a dozen times over the last couple weeks. More than one late night was required of him and his help in order to pull off whatever idea she had concocted up that time. 

But the day was here. Today was Halloween.

“This is the one,” she giggled as she led the way into the living room. “It’s genius. It’s perfect. And best of all - we can whip it up in no time.”

The bags were upended into a pile on the coffee table, the supplies spilling haphazardly on its surface. 

“Ok – so here’s the plan,” his daughter started, rubbing her hands together with glee.

A couple hours later, the plan had come to fruition. Azriel had to give it to her, it was indeed a fairly simple idea that didn’t require a ton of time. Genius and perfect however he was still unsure of since he wasn’t exactly fully understanding of what it was, but his kids were excited and that's all that mattered. 

His young son looked up from the project his daughter had tasked him with. “I can still wear my Spiderman costume with this right Papa?” 

“Of course you can,” Az answered with a smile. 

“Yeah bud, anyone can boop,” his sister piped up from her gluing. “Just remember - just like I showed you.”

He scrambled from the floor, donning his modified oven mitt wrapped in bandages. “BOOP!” he cried as he tapped his mitted paw print hand against her forehead before breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Exactly! Perfection,” his sister laughed as she put the finishing touches on her skeleton paw mitt. 

The sound of the garage door opening caught Azriel’s attention. “Dad’s home,” he announced.

“DADDY!” squealed his son as he scurried toward the door.

“Remember the plan!” his daughter bellowed after him as she rose from the floor.

Azriel trailed behind them and joined their formation by the door. Both of them stood not quite still, giggling furiously between them, one arm tucked behind their backs. 

The door swung open just as Az took his place, matching his children’s stance. 

Eris took two steps through the door before stopping dead in his tracks, eyes narrowing as he took in his family standing before him conspiratorially, all wide grins and giggles.

“What’s this?” he questioned as he kicked the door closed behind him. “I thought we were going trick or treating. Where are your costumes?”

“We’re ready,” his daughter said seriously as his son broke into a fresh fit of giggles. 

Eris’ eyes narrowed further as he looked to his partner for some clue of what was happening. His only answer was a shrug and a lopsided smile.

While his attention was diverted, his daughter approached as if she were going to hug him. Eris bent slightly to set down his briefcase before lifting an arm to embrace her. Slipping one arm around him in a side hug, she brought her hidden hand from behind her. Before Eris could fully comprehend the apparatus she was wearing on her hand - it made contact with his face. Squarely in the middle of his forehead. 

“Boop,” she giggled as she pulled away.

“What the -,” Eris sputtered. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” his son interrupted from in front of him. “I have to tell you something!”

“What is it, buddy?” Eris said as he bent lower to his height.

“Come here,” he whispered. “It’s a secret.”

Eris once again locked eyes with his husband, knowing full well at this point that it was some kind of trick. Azriel only nodded towards their son with a look that said “play along”.

“Alright, bud.” Eris whispered back. “What’s the secret?”

Whipping his hand from behind his back he revealed his mummy paw for only a second before it too tapped against Eris’ nose. 

“Boop!” his son whisper yelled before falling to the floor in exaggerated laughter. 

Straightening to stand, Eris stepped towards his husband with a chuckle. “What exactly is going on here?”

“Don’t ask. Just go with it,” Azriel smiled broadly as he leaned in for a kiss. One gentle peck of a kiss was all he got as Az pulled his face back, now giggling himself. 

“What has gotten into you all?” Eris quirked a brow.

The hidden hand that Eris hadn’t even noticed behind his husband's back rose up to meet his gaze. 

“Boop.” Az chuckled as his paw mitt pressed against Eris’ lips. 

Before he could retract his hand fully, Eris grabbed Az’s wrist, inspecting the appendage with curiosity. “What exactly is it?”

“It’s supposed to be a ghost.” Az sighed with a laugh. “The kids needed my help so mine got a little rushed.”

Eris planted one more kiss to Az’s lips, this one lingering a bit longer than before. “As long as they’re happy, I guess,” Eris sighed, smiling. “We should get going before all the good candy is gone,” he announced to the room.

“WAIT!” their son wailed. “I’m still gonna be Spiderman! Let me get my costume!” He scurried off toward the stairs. 

“I’ll get the buckets,” their daughter mentioned as she walked away, slipping a cat ear headband over her head. 

Eris shrugged off his suit jacket before hanging it on the hook. Leaning back against the counter he tipped his head against Az’s shoulder. 

“Happy Halloween,” he said, nestling in a little closer.

Draping one arm over his husband, he leaned his face into Eris' rust colored hair. The silky strands rubbed over Az’s lips as he pecked a kiss to the crown of Eris’ head. “Happy Halloween, my love.”

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Naming a sword Inner Peace is actually one of the most metal things. I get it’s a metaphor blah blah but take the context away and it’s just …

Nesta, facing a foe: You know what brings me peace? YOUR DEATH!!!

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really though mor being a champion for female victims when she cannot put aside her feelings for nesta to show the famed empathy sjm tells us she has is a big yikes

what happens when she goes to rescue abused women and they react like nesta with spikes and teeth? will mor leave them there because she's prideful or will she deliver them to the hewn city where they belong?

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Writer’s Block

I want to write.

But I cannot form a coherent thought.

It is all noise and flashing images.

A chaotic mess with no direction.

I think that is fitting,

Considering who I am.