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Remain

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: Haven’t we all wanted someone to just.. yanno.. sleep with It inside? Eris relates. Az and his large wingspan provide.

A/N: hi loveys, below the divider is 750 words and they are all horny (okay some of them are just bratty and it’s all Eris’s fault 😇)

Biceps strained as Azriel caged Eris’s head with his forearms, his fists dipping the mattress as he rammed his cock forward, hips pistoning powerfully. The angle tormented Eris’s prostate relentlessly. Eris’s unnaturally hot, clenching channel was milking Az for all he was worth, each stroke more pleasurable than the last.

Only a few more thrusts and they’d be wrecked. Four rounds would overwhelm the functions of even the most ethereal fae. He was currently having Eris in a somewhat lazy position, laying his damp ginger hair against silk pillowcase and doing all the work after his beloved had nearly done ballet on his dick for at least two of those undoings.

“Haa- fuck, Eris, coming,” he bit out against Eris’s glistening temple.

“Yes, yesss, come for me Az, give me, harder, more, so good,” Eris goaded Az’s orgasm as if his ass wasn’t heavenly enough to elicit it on its own. A bit overkill really. But eris had always been extraordinarily sensual.

“With me, come with me Eris- fuck, please,” he groaned, trying to prevent post-nut guilt of coming first– or fifth?

“Well, how can I say no? You sound so pretty begging, baby,” Eris praised far too coherently for the position he was in.

Azriel buried himself deep inside Eris’s fluttering hole, his balls slapping almost painfully against Eris’s. An anatomical inconvenience. Worth it.

He spilled, letting go and releasing with Eris’s name on his lips. Eris came with him, painting Azriel’s lower abs in sweltering cum, rarely following an order.

“Fuck- that was…” Az lost his vocabularic reach and began pulling back. The heavenly sight of watching his come drip from Eris’s ruined rim was robbed from him as Eris’s hands pulled on Az’s lower back, grounding him further inside.

“Don’t– don’t leave, not yet, please?” Eris asked, a bit shy.

He stopped his retreating hips, brows raising. “Why would I leave? I’m tired.”

“No you dunce, don’t pull out, I want you to stay inside,” Eris dumbed it down a bit.

Look, it wasn’t Az’s fault his brain was no more than a marsh.

Azriel felt his jaw go slack, huffed through his nose. They’d been doing the debaucherous tango for centuries, why the fuck was this the first time Eris had asked?

“What?” Eris complained, forcing an uncomfortable awareness of how long Azriel had been looking at him like he was crazy for not asking previously. How long had he wanted this?

“What happened to me feeling perfect? You were screaming that earlier–” Ah fuck, he should really say something already, but how could one phrase I want immortal lifetimes marinating inside you without sounding like a freak?

“Of fucking course.” He settled his weight down, melting contently and calling upon the shadows to soften his landing and provide a small cushion, even as he taunted, “But when you wake up to me fucking you, I want a thank you, no whining about being crushed all night.”

Shadows snickered at his posturing as they helped heft him slightly up, still sleek and thin enough for Azriel to feel Eris’s heart thump in time with his, their chests giving and taking space as they breathed each other’s air. Dizzyingly close, or maybe it was the sharing breath thing–

POV switch teehee

Eris woke to soft grunts and shallow thrusts, pleased that Az had stayed and also because he was being fucked. This was hardly the time for thoughts.

“I know you’re awake, can see you smiling,” the spy astutely observed. Eris beamed brighter as he opened his eyes to a pretty, haughtily grinning Shadowsinger.

“You caught me, spare me the handcuffs please, m’still rather tired.”

“I’ll have to save that for later then, but I was very much looking forward to a thank you after all those pleases last night.”

“You can have your thank you when you make me come again,” Eris reasoned, closing his eyes and giving in to the smile betraying his brattiness. It was quite difficult to seem nonchalant when he could practically hear Az’s eyes rolling. His hips rescinded before slamming back in, and Eris gasped, hands clinging around Az’s neck, bracing for more.

“Conditional politeness, how very you of you,” Az husked, setting a pace competing with a sexually frustrated sprinter.

“Hnmn, fuck fuck fuck, hng, earn it.”

And he did, fucking Eris into the headboard until they were both moaning hoarsely and Eris may or may not have screamed THANK YOU like a banshee.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed !! Thank you @the-darkestminds, I am so so grateful for you, love u mami 😘 and thank you @astro-h0e-4azris for sucking off me ego 😏

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💗

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i think i need more dark azriel. i think i need more irritable, sleep deprived, angry azriel. azriel whose hands shake and you don’t know why, you don’t if it’s stress or anxiety or a deep sated fury he can’t stifle anymore. azriel whose chest rumbles with growls and hisses he is too tired to stifle. bitter azriel. disillusioned azriel. azriel who is too disgusted by everything, by those around and by himself, to play nice anymore. azriel who doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink anymore because he is so….so lost to his ever increasingly dark thoughts that he just…forgets to eat and drink. azriel who can’t sleep—not because he doesn’t want to, but because he can’t, because his shadows have grown darker and needier over the years, wrapping around him and not letting go, sticking to his skin like tar and wriggling in all his thoughts, tainting them, staining them. and azriel lets them, because of course he does, he and the shadows are one, after all, aren’t they? he cares for them. he craves them. he doesn’t mind all that much that they become the only thing he cares about, because the shadows are right. he should be angry. he should be bitter. no one understands him, not really, but the shadows do. they do. and so he spends all his nights awake with them, listening to their whispers, letting them nestle deeper inside of him, until that line he’s always been so aware of, the one that has always separated him from them begins to blur. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t care. and the shadows don’t care very much, either, rather they are almost…happy with this turn of events. and the happiness is a muted thing of course, they cannot be happy, but azriel’s closeness grants them more freedom, and so they begin to roam. they are curious by nature. they like to hoard things. they like to seep and to stain and to steal the light from all their encounter, greedy things that they are.

and so it’s natural that they fixate on eris. eris is bright. eris is warm. eris is as fickle as the flames that play at his fingertips and azriel’s shadows taunt their other half with snippets of dreams and memories they steal from eris; scents and flavours that make saliva pool under azriel’s tongue. he dislikes it at first, of course he does, but the shadows burrow deep inside of him and those snippets of eris that they hoard become azriel’s own secret treasure. and his sanity begins to ravel, obviously. his anger grows, the trembling in his hands worsens. and he can’t blame it on the shadows, because he is the shadows—and so he blames it on eris, because that is easier and sparks an aching, burning hunger in azriel that is better than the hatred, than the numbness that it brings after it spills out of him in violence.

azriel doesn’t stop the obsession when it comes. doesn’t stop the anger, the jealously, the bone deep urge that grows in him to take eris and peel him open, layer by layer, rib by rib; to peer inside of him and learn what his heart tastes like when he sinks his teeth into it. he doesn’t stop it. he doesn’t stop it.

Drarry as Onion Articles (pt. 1?)

feel free to add on!

So, I just forgot that I can’t draw, so I threw this shit down. If someone knows how to color it would be nice, otherwise we all cry like this ship.

Hello, a little request here!! ❤️‍🔥

Azriel gets jealous when Eris courts a female his father has ordered him to win her favor. The sole view of her hooked to his arm makes Azriel see red, and unable to bear it any longer he's dragged to the Autumn heir's chambers where he waits for his return to make a clear statement of possession and raw desire. *winks, winks*

helloooo lovely anon!! thank you for the request!! i love it and it made me realise i've never actually written jealous!azriel so must remedy that immediately. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s the colour of her dress that Azriel loathes the most. 

A deep emerald green, layers of silk and lace that fall on the floor like spilled ink. They trail after her every delicate step, the click of her heels against the marble grating on Azriel’s nerves like clashing blades. 

She has no name—but she smiles and holds her head high and her eyes are green, two shades lighter than her dress, and cunning. The words she says are few, but the looks that dawn on the other guests’ faces as she speaks tells Azriel enough—that she is as cruel and mean as the male whose arm she hangs off, that she is smart, that she is familiar with the game she has come to play, here, tonight.

Her wings rest folded against her back, the open back of her dress framing them perfectly. Green, like her eyes, like her dress; beautiful gossamer webbing sparkling against her deep skin. 

Eris’ hand brushes against the small of her back. 

Azriel looks away. 

The ceremony is dreadful; he does not want to be here. But Rhysand dragged him here with a single, menancing look, and Azriel hates his brother, just a bit, just enough for his skin to pull tight over his hands when he curls his fingers into fists. 

At least the stone wall against his back is cool. They are in Dawn, and the night, as it descends slowly over Thesan’s court, is pungent and bright. 

The air smells faintly of oranges, blown into the open-roof ballroom by a gentle breeze. All manner of Fae mingle together, talking in low tones or bursting into laughter or dancing, fine dresses fluttering around ankles and females dipping low towards the floor. 

Azriel tries not to stare at her—but the light refracting off her wings catches his attention more times than he would like. When his gaze falls on her, his stomach clenches, a feeling like spiders crawling up his throat causing his wings to twitch against the stone. 

He should be working—he should be paying attention to countless of other things but her: this Fae that glides across the room with an ease even Rhysand would be envious of. 

Eyes other than Azriel’s track her movements avidly; whispers follow her as she makes her rounds across the room, leading Eris more than Eris leading her. She takes a sip of the peach-coloured wine in her glass and Azriel shadow’s show him how Eris’ eyes fall to her mouth, how they linger, for a moment, on the wet curve of her bottom lip, painted a burgundy shade. 

A burning ache alights in Azriel’s stomach. Eris’ hand on her back pulls her a little closer. The golden embroidery of his tunic shines against her green dress. 

Azriel wraps himself in shadows and disappears, just as Eris looks away from her and towards him.

He reappears high in the sky, the deep purple of the nights echoing green against his closed lids. He flies all the way from Dawn to Autumn, his shadows coiling around his limbs, demanding he return. 

But Azriel can’t, because the ache in his stomach has grown into a fury that stretches and wraps around his very bones. His pulse thrums in his ears, louder even than the wind as he flies over red and golden trees. 

He dives with desperation clustering his sternum and when he lands in front of Eris’ garden doors, the earth shuddering beneath him, Eris is already there. 

Eris’ eyes are bright, his long hair dancing with the wind brought forth by Azriel’s landing. 

“Azri—”

Eris’ words are cut short by Azriel’s mouth pressing to his, by his hand cupping Eris’ neck and bringing him closer, until thier bodies are flush. 

Azriel kisses his anger and hunger into Eris’ mouth—pushes him backwards until the curtains of Eris’ bedroom part and make way for them. 

Eris grunts into his mouth and kisses him back with the same desperation, his hands cupping Azriel’s face, fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Who was she?”

Azriel presses the question against the hinge of Eris’ jaw as he pushes him down onto the bed. 

“No one,” Eris says, then groans when Azriel’s blunt teeth bite just above his collar, where Eris’ pulse is alive and thrumming and Azriel’s. 

Azriel wraps one hand around Eris’ waist and pulls him closer to him, until their hips are pressed together and Eris’ breath hitches. 

Eris captures Azriel’s mouth in another searing kiss. Azriel wishes, fervently, that the Mother would let him rest, let him live in this moment forever. Let him keep Eris for himself, tucked away somewhere no one will ever find them.

“You’re mine,” he says into Eris’ mouth. “Even if they don’t know it, you’re mine.”

Eris’ fingers tug at Azriel’s hair. He pulls Azriel’s mouth away from his to leave a burning kiss against the side of Azriel’s neck. “Always.”

captive prince au azris where azriel has to pretend not to be a shadowsinger so eris does not find out Who He Is and What He Has Done but his shadows just follow him everywhere like lost lil pups and eris is like fuck alive man how am i supposed to pretend i don’t know who you are be so fucking fr rn

Fuck. I love them.

AND I made them old.

Another present to me. Now I can't stop thinking about their life together as they age and get to ENJOY it

A Song for Spring

Chapter 2/2: 7k words

Azriel X Eris

Read on Ao3

“You’re coming too, right?” Tears burned in the corners of his eyes, and he remembered what it felt like to be sad and scared.  “I don’t think I can.” So at peace, Eris only had smiles to give. Azriel should have wanted that for his mate; he had wanted it for his mate for so long, but right then, he hated it. “I’m sorry.” 

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OK SO! I did NOT forget about you, it's just, as it turns out, I am terrible at requests. I ended up way overthinking this and have brought you a gift... though maybe it's a little different than you asked for and way longer than it should be!

A Song for Spring read here on Ao3

Chapter 1/2: 9k

Azriel X Eris

I know they are for Tamlin Week but these dividers from @olenvasynyt just too pretty not to use them for everything!

The day was growing tired as they walked along the garden path that seemed to stretch into forever. Azriel had just returned from the Solstice snowball fight with his brothers and had been itching to share this spot with Eris since he had found it a month ago. With the light snow, the quiet solstice afternoon was the perfect day for it. No one was around to catch them, and the wild beauty of this place in the throes of winter set the brambles sparkling like they were made of crystal. Birds flit from place to place, warbling their songs to a spring day too far into the future for them to see coming, and the rest of the world was peaceful around them. 

Happy ending but lots of angst and hurt first... per my contract with the devil or whatever...

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HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE WHAT THIS IS AMAZING

IM CRYING

SCREAMING

AGHAGAGAGAAGGAHGGDHD ❤️💙🖤

THIS ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL

*eats it slowly, savoring all the angst and blood and colors and their FACES. ABSOLUTELY STUNNING.*

how to be the ultimate tool of destruction

Pairing: Azriel/Eris Vanserra

Rating: M

Chapter Count: 1/3

Description: Even from the other end of Prythian, Eris Vanserra manages to unravel the careful tapestry of Azriel's stoic exterior one thred at a time. The Shadowsinger is no stranger to wrath, but the kind that the Lordling inspires is one that he just can't seem to get a grip on. He hates it. The loss of control, the thoughtlessness, the total dissociation. He doesn't want the rage or the blindness that it brings, but he just can't seem to help it when the First Son of Autumn is involved.

Especially not when a mating bond snaps between them.

But when Azriel's instincts are forced in a new direction, and his rage takes a different shape, he is confronted with truths and feelings that he'd previously thought impossible. Because, at the end of the day, Eris Vanserra is his mate.

And there is little that Azriel wouldn't do for the one tied to his soul.

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Apology sketches that I’ll never finish part one

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The Elriel vs. Gwynriel vs. (insert non canon/ non confirmed ship here) debate has my head SPINNING.

I am WEAK

and FORGETFUL

and I have not read the books in a little over a year.

I have trouble remembering major canon events! Let alone every side relationship in perfect detail!

So when I see pro ship quotes from the books taken out of context, I’m like “ yeah, that makes sense”

I’m switching alliances every five minutes 😭

If you send nasty anon messages to people who support a different ship than you...

Please know that I absolutely hate your guts. I don't care if you support the same ships as me or not; don't fucking do that shit. It's juvenile and beyond stupid. All you do is make yourself look like Mor a clown.

SANTA TELL ME [pt. 1]

@ofduskanddreams I was so excited when I knew that I was gonna write for you, like really excited. I'm sorry I got a bit late but I hope you really, really like it.

This is the first part of a multi chapter fanfic and I hope that you really enjoyed it.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I'm sorry for any possible spelling mistakes.

Azriel didn't expected his life to be like this when he was a child.

Well, maybe it did, but definitely did not expect to be a courtier in his work just to make alliances. He, as a matter of fact, was a better courtier than his brother was, he loved Cassian, but he was an asshole and sucked in all the aspects of the work it has to be done.

He was okay with being a spy, with interrogating and murdering people, well, not okay with it, but he learned that it was for the better for the Court and did know his job was relevant and it had to be done. Sometimes he thinks of it and doesn't know what to do with his life if it wasn't for the job he has been doing for the past five hundred years.

But having to work even in the holidays. He was maybe not a big fan of the rumbling and the stupidity of all the things he had to endure during solstice, but was one of the only holidays he had, and maybe was a little angry with Rhys for accepting in his name to go a week into the Winter Court to see the holidays there and make a treaty between the Winter and Night Court, but it did pissed him off.

He was expected to accept it since Mor was back from the fucking Continent and Amren wouldn't go, and his brothers and his mates were obviously out of question being the first solstice as a pair for Cassian and Nesta and being the first solstice of Nyx, so he was the better option. Well, the only option available, cause Elain was out of question again.

Between the three of the brothers he was the most patient one, since his life consisted in waiting and waiting for his job to be done, but he was done waiting and wanted to scream to Rhys for the fuck he happened to be the solstice.

That he could join them for the night after solstice for the annual snowball fight, and definitely he would make them pay for this, cause Cassian agreed it was a good idea to make it happen.

But tonight he did not have any patient, so when he throws the glass he has on his hand to the wall it shatters in many pieces, oh how he wanted it to be one of his brothers, he was fuming.

And nobody could do anything about it, not now that the answer had been sent to the Winter Court.

He needed something to calm down, or it will be a very long week. Seven days, he had to survive in the Winter Court for seven days before he could wipe that attitude off Rhys's and Cassian's face with the floor.

Oh how he hated them in this fucking moment.

He hated not being in control, he was a fucking control freak, how could he not when all his choices where out of his hands for all his childhood and early adulthood, even now he hand not all the control in his fucking life. He adored his family, he really did, but not now, not when they make decisions for him without even noticing until the night before he had to go.

Oh he would not go unnoticed. He had a clear idea of what to do hen he arrived, but definitely he would destroy Cassian and Rhys in the annual snowball fight, he had won many before and would won many after this one. He outnumbered the other two of them, not even adding up his victories did they compare to Azriel's.

He didn't tried to sleep, it was useless, he knew he couldn't sleep in this fucking situation. So he started thinking of anything he could've forgotten, even though he knew he hadn't forgot anything.

When he had calmed down he picked a book of the library he had in his plain room, he had read it at least a dozen times, but he hadn't get any knew book that caught up his attention a simple bare minimum, so he kept re-reading the books he already read.

He spent all the night reading till the sun was up, then he had put down the book and took his bag full of clothes, plans, and information he had not memorised. If he was being honest, he remembered quiet well, but being an asshole knowing almost everything normally made people feel uncomfortable, so he pretended most of the times he didn't knew, other times he was extremely cocky about it, reaching the top level of being an asshole.

Cassian was already up when he came out of his room, but choose to ignore him, he really did not wanted to talk to someone so early, he would shout at him if pushed far enough, and he would push, even though he knew it was not good for any of them.

He was gonna go out for several days and eve though it was all bullshit it was better than having to see all happiness around him revolve while he was unsure about everything.

The bag on his shoulder didn't felt like any weigh was there. A remember of all the little things he needed to be set up in another place. A feeling of discomfort waved from his chest. His life was a scattering mess again and again and again, and he couldn't pull from the waves that were pushing and pushing him far below from the surface.

He loved Nesta and Feyre like her sisters, he really did, but before them he was taken care by Rhysand and Cassian even though he did in fact not tell anyone he was hurting, and here they were, far apart from each other, maybe it was unintentional but he did not wanted to go to the Winter Court. It was freezing there, and when it was really winter in all the other courts it was almost unspeakable how his hands really hurt with all the extra freezing.

Not any gloves could fix that shit.

So he started flying, snowflakes in Velaris were merely starting to fall, and when he was out of reach of the city he had called home for centuries now, he winnowed far away. Just when he reached the border of Nearon, the capital of the Winter Court, he started to feel his hands begin to frozen up.

How he hated winter and how he loved it at the same time.

He hated how it make him shiver every time he saw something like a cave or a hole on the ground full of snow, he remembered very well how it was back in his fathers house, the cell full of worms and snow in winter. He hated how his hands ache all this time after the incident with his step brothers, he hated the memories of all of that. He mostly hated winter.

But he loved it when it was not freezing but chill outside, late winter reaching spring, with the chill and the sun bathing all his body without being feeling hot. The snowball fight was the only time he loved snow.

He looked his surroundings, while his shadows explored all the zone. In less than ten seconds there were two white heads that caught his attention. Kallias and Viviane, High Lord and the Lady of the Winter Court.

"Shadowsinger, a pleasure to see you" said Viviane with a wide smile.

"Pleasure is mine" he said with a nod.

It didn't take him long to have it his own way while both of them started speaking of something about the holidays. Azriel was unsure why but his shadows were starting to wander far, far away from him.

"This week we wanted that our visitors meet our traditions so that they could maybe catch some for their Courts, and maybe start a new trade way." Kallias didn't say anything else.

He didn't comment, but was in fact curious of who else would be visiting in this holiday another Court for work and allies purposes.

It wasn't till he saw the palace from far far away that he smelled a smoky scent. Burnt wood, cinnamon and leather, that what it smelled like, and he knew quite well who that scent belonged to. If the holidays weren't terrible enough they might just get worse.

Eris Vanserra was grinning in their direction. Azriel couldn't be more pissed of.

HO HO HO!!!!!!!!! Santa is back!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been hard at work on your gift and I am so excited to be able to share it with you. I hope you've been well and are getting excited for the holiday season!!

A couple of questions:

Would you want a sneak peak of your gift before I officially post it?

(This doesn't have anything to do with the story but just for fun!) What are your favorite Holiday movies? Songs? Traditions?

Anyhow, my goal is to have the story posted for you on December 21st!! I'll pop in with another ask or two before then though, rest assured. :)

Hi santa!

For the sneak peak whatever you want, if you see like it go for it, but I prefer not.

For songs, and movies and traditions, that's another point. I like a lot of songs, like I don't have one I don't like. Christmas movies are not my favorite, I see like they're all the same, so I don't have one, but if I'd to choose I would choose home alone. And traditions my favorite is probably the grapes, the 12 grapes you eat at midnight till the next year.

See you soon!

It's beginning to look a lot like C H R I S T M A S! 🎵🎄

Hohoho!!! Hello, giftee!! I hope that you've been doing well. With it officially being November 1st, the holiday season is upon us and I have officially begun working on your gift!! I have a few questions to help me along as I go:

What are your headcanons about Azris regarding the mating bond (if you think they're mated)? (i.e. do you think they know about it and ignore it? do you think one of them knows but the other doesn't? are they both oblivious? etc)

Which of the ACOTAR books is your favorite and why?

I look forward to hearing your answers!! Have a great week!!

Hiiii Santa! I'm so so sorry for making you wait to respond.

Like I think the one that knows is Eris, and it's a fucking tease, Azriel is oblivious but knows how to put him in his place. Like he would have be mad if Eris didn't told him and he discovers it any other way.

So much angst between this to, like, holy gods how I would like them to be soo angry, and the grovel over the mating bond.

My favourite book could be Acosf, but due to the Valkyries, like, I didn't like when they make a prison out of the HoW for Nes. Such a dicks witty that fucking decision.

Have a nice week santaaa

*lands on your rooftop* JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS! Santa is back in town. I hope you had a great week!! I have a few more questions for you friend:

How would you describe Eris & Azriel individually? What are your headcanons about them as individual characters?

Is there anything you absolutely DON'T want to see in the fic? Like any tropes you hate, characters you'd prefer not to see, topics that are a no-go for you?

Would you want the fic to be Christmas/Winter Holiday themed or inspired?

That is all for now!! I'll be back, ho ho ho!

Hellooo Santaaaa!

Im thinking that Eris is a total jerk, but a funny type of jerk that on the inside is like a fluffy cloud, but he doesn't show that part of himself cause he's son of Beron y'know.

Azriel is like a moody cloud, like very close up but at the same time very funny and sarcastic when he wants it, I totally feel he's a cuddler and Eris loves it, but at first it was like hell no.

My headcanons about Eris is that he loves in secret Lucien, like he's his little brother y'know. Other headcanons are that he has a total skincare routine for every f*cking day, like he doesn't go to sleep without it.

About Azriel is that he has bat slippers, like really fluffy and comfortable, he prefers soft surfaces to stay like for sleeping or just sitting around cause he doesn't think quite well of himself but he loves to take care of his body at his age and is sth important to him.

I don't want like a fluffy fic from start to end, like something between angst to almost the end and then some fluff. Also no Nyx, or Feysand, cause like they have so many f*cking fanfics and many books I want it to be this two centered.

There are no no-go topics for me, like I don't really want to see the things I've mentioned but are okay if your idea have them.

Like maybe yes, maybe not, it all depends if you want to make an angsty fic and your idea matches it. Don't really care about that.

Have a nice week! Sorry for being late to respond, I was busy, any other questions you know we're am I.

Ho Ho Ho, it's your Secret Santa!!!!!! SO excited to be writing an Azris fic for you! Now for my first questions, do you prefer canon or au (and if au which are your fave types)? Do you prefer fluff or angst (or both 👀) ? Let me know and I'll get to brainstorming! 💝🎅🏻

Hiii!

In general I prefer canon but if you write an AU i would also Love It, specially if It is like a modern au ir something like that, like a sports one, or like a mixture of Harry Potter (like they are from different Hogwarts houses or something).

I definitely love fluff but angst with all my heart. Like a mixture of both with many angst and grovelling.