Hello happy Tamlin week!!!!!
I procrastinated this fic so much that I only finished it today so please excuse any mistakes because there are definitely some in here. Also I finished 2 drawings and will be posting them on their respective days but idk if I will be able to finish anything else so sorry Tamlin nation I have failed you my loves đđŠ
Anyway please enjoy this poopoo quality fic and Iâm sending virtual hugs and kisses to anyone who actually finished all the prompts, you are clearly way cooler, sexier and better at planning than me đ
Tamlin Week
Day 1: Forgiveness
Tamlin knew every leaf and every sapling in the Spring Court. He could feel the wind every time it rustled a shrub, taste every wave of water as it crashed against the rocks of babbling streams. He was the Spring Court, and so he felt Erisâ polished boots burning into his soil, felt the daisies dying under his careless steps.
Tamlin prowled closer to investigate, still in his beast form with blood matting his mane from the game of his hunt. He found Eris scowling at a thorny branch that had got caught on his pristine tailcoat. He must have heard Tamlinâs heavy paws thudding against the ground because he quickly yanked himself free and straightened his posture. The disgruntled arch of his brows remained as they locked eyes and Eris took in Tamlinâs monstrous form.
Eris tutted. âStill as untamed as ever, I see.â
Tamlin leaned closer in reply, quietly prideful that Eris flinched, even if it was just for a split second. He grunted, making a strand of Eris auburn hair fall out of place.
âWhat, donât tell me youâre here to tame me?â When Eris didnât so much as laugh, he grumbled, âwhy are you here?â
Eris tucked the wayward strand of hair behind his pointed ear. âIâm the heir of the Autumn Court. Can I not visit my ally?â
âAs the heir of the Autumn Court you should know that you shouldnât cross a courtâs boarderâs without an invitation. Ally or not. And Iâm not convinced we are allies.â
Eris didnât even have the decency to pretend to be disappointed. âArenât we?â
âNo, not when you insist on getting cozy with the Night Court.â Tamlin shook his head, not able to hide how he was disappointed. He had always begrudgingly admired Eris. His father could never resist pointing Eris out at every gatheringâ not that he needed to, even in his youth Eris carried himself well and dressed even better, with eyes that seemed to pierce Tamlin to the ground he stood on and a laugh so wicked Tamlin found himself praying for salvation. Eris was the pinnacle of what a High Lord wanted in a son, where Tamlin was⌠to put it politely, terribly lacking in nearly every aspect. So to think of Eris making deals with the Night Court was unbelievable. Nearly. âI suppose your father really was right about cock from the Night Court being persuasive.â Tamlinâs chuckle was too weak to convince either of them that he found any amusement in the jibe. âJust get off my land. I donât want anymore Vanserra blood on my hands.â With a flick of his tail he began to stomp off, only to find Eris striding beside him.
âIt really isnât,â Eris said, staring straight ahead as they approached the crumbling walls of the manor. âI wouldnât expect you to understand my motivations but just know that Iâm not doing this naively. I have a plan.â
âYou always do.â
Erisâ eyes flickered to Tamlinâs. âUnlike some.â
âIf that is what you choose to believe of me.â Tamlin didnât have energy to argue anymore. People thought he was a lot of things these days. There was a time when he cared but that time had passed, like all things do.
âAre you saying Iâm wrong?â
Tamlin sighed as he came to a halt at the manorâs vine tangled doors. âIâm saying Iâm tired. Goodbye Eris.â When Eris refused to move, only stare him down with a frown, Tamlin added, âYou donât need to keep checking in on me. Iâm fine. Whatever responsibility you feel you have to me, feel free to forget about it.â
âIâd hardly call it responsibility. More like pity.â
âI can reject you, would that make it easier?â Tamlin didnât mean for his words to have as much venom as they did. He steeled himself for a fiery comeback.
âFor you it might. I suppose you and all of Prythian would love to see me driven to insanity.â He ground out, his cheeks hearing with rage. Without warning Eris tugged at the bond, making Tamlin quiver so much he shifted out of his beast form. Erisâ eyes slipped down Tamlinâs naked form, his grip on the bond burning hot.
âYou know thatâs not what I want.â Tamlin tried not to melt under Erisâ gaze, tried to ignore the way his skin prickled as Erisâ grip on the bond became almost tender as he stepped closer.
âWhat do you want?â
âNothing. Iâve never wanted anything from you. Iâm sorry that you were unfortunate enough to be tied to me, all because that damned cauldron sees me as a female, just because I have the capability to shift into one. I want you to just pretend this thing between us isnât there. I want you to be as happy as your cold heart is capable of and Iâll try the same.â Before Eris could utter a word Tamlin pushed open the door. Inside servants and members of the court bustled about. Plant life spilled out from every crack of stone. Paintings and fine pottery lined the walkways and there wasnât a single blemish on any chair or cushion. Every sentry was in their place and all bowed politely at their High Lord. The manor was perfect, at least in Tamlinâs eyes and he learnt over time that that was all that mattered.
âWhat, were you expecting me to live in a shithole?â
âWell⌠yes. All anyone has been talking about is how run down your court is.â Eris brushed his thumb over a red rose that clung to the wall. âWhen did you do all this?â
Tamlin shrugged. âA while. And as far as anyone else is aware my court is still in ruins. Iâve put up a veil so to outsiders it seems as if Iâm living with nothing but rubble and dust. I couldnât risk another attack. I figured if everyone still believed Iâd succumbed to defeat theyâd leave me and my people alone. So far weâve remained unbothered so it seems to working.â
Eris blinked back at Tamlin in disbelief. âHowâ how did you even find the strength to do it?â
Tamlin paused for a while before answering, âI suppose I just forgave myself, which maybe I donât deserve, but I canât undo all Iâve done. All I can do is try my best to take care of my people and my court. Iâve decided that Iâm just going to try and move on. Iâve made mistakes and maybe Iâm a monster but this monster has a court to oversee and people who depend on me.â
Eris forced himself to turn away. âHow noble.â Was all he could muster. Eris refused to look Tamlin in the eye and Tamlin was much the same, too afraid in case he might see something of himself in there.
âIt would do you good to try the same. I wonât pretend to know all your secret and misdeeds, but I do think youâve suffered enough. Try forgiving yourself, just for something small every day and then work your way up to the big stuff. It sounds ridiculous but it helps. Itâs freeing.â
Erisâ expression hardened, his lips curling into a snarl. âItâs just that easy, huh? Well I hope you can forgive me for being blunt but I really donât think Iâll be taking life lessons from you while youâve still got your whole ass out in front of your court.â Eris crossed his arms and began to storm off. âI only came here to tell you to stop purring in your sleep, I can hear it in my dreams. Our bond is quite vocal, it seems.â He barked over his shoulder before disappearing out of sight.
Tamlin rubbed his temples. The maddening smell of burnt cedar and cinnamon still lingering in the space Eris left behind.
He hated how he lied to Eris. The truth was he still hadnât forgiven himself for one thing, and likely never would. How could he ever forgive himself for cruelly burdening Eris with their mating bond? It was the cauldron that decided it but he was the only one responsible for not being what Eris needed.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, âwhatâs the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?â and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is âunofficialâ, and we know thatâs not the right word, but itâs the only word we can come up withâŚuntil finally itâs like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is âartificialâ.
I'm giggling and kicking my feet while imagining two fictional people getting together and slowly finding real love in each other and working through their trauma- and then one of them dies. Suddenly. Preferably, the other was blackmailed to kill them, or they died to save the other. And now the one who's left can never fully heal, but can never go back to how they were before that person changed their life, and slowly fade away. Maybe they spend the rest of their life trying to find out who killed their love, to no avail. Maybe the pain just eats at them so much that they let the hollow feeling consume them.
This is so fun. (What is wrong with me?)
me and @highlordofkrypton got together to form an idea (HER IDEA). which i should tell everyone now is not something to be encouraged, else we create something like this: im not even going to warn you
When you're reading so many fics that the timelines start merging ;)
âKiss me⌠kiss me until Iâm sick of itâŚâ
I am absolutely obsessed with him, its not even funny.
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I'll see if I can do something about my blog not showing up, but I doubt I'd be able to shift the mountain that is The Will of Tumblr ;) If it doesn't show up in comments or tags that might actually be my fault. I JUST WANT TO BE ON THE AZRIS TAG TRAIN WHYYY TUMBLR
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Chapter 2/2: 7k words
Azriel X Eris
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âYouâre coming too, right?â Tears burned in the corners of his eyes, and he remembered what it felt like to be sad and scared. âI donât think I can.â 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. âIâm sorry.âÂ
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Remain
Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra
Summary: Havenât 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 itâs all Erisâs fault đ)
Biceps strained as Azriel caged Erisâs head with his forearms, his fists dipping the mattress as he rammed his cock forward, hips pistoning powerfully. The angle tormented Erisâs prostate relentlessly. Erisâs 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 theyâd 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.
âHaa- fuck, Eris, coming,â he bit out against Erisâs glistening temple.
âYes, yesss, come for me Az, give me, harder, more, so good,â Eris goaded Azâs orgasm as if his ass wasnât heavenly enough to elicit it on its own. A bit overkill really. But eris had always been extraordinarily sensual.
âWith me, come with me Eris- fuck, please,â he groaned, trying to prevent post-nut guilt of coming firstâ or fifth?
âWell, how can I say no? You sound so pretty begging, baby,â Eris praised far too coherently for the position he was in.
Azriel buried himself deep inside Erisâs fluttering hole, his balls slapping almost painfully against Erisâs. An anatomical inconvenience. Worth it.
He spilled, letting go and releasing with Erisâs name on his lips. Eris came with him, painting Azrielâs lower abs in sweltering cum, rarely following an order.
âFuck- that wasâŚâ Az lost his vocabularic reach and began pulling back. The heavenly sight of watching his come drip from Erisâs ruined rim was robbed from him as Erisâs hands pulled on Azâs lower back, grounding him further inside.
âDonâtâ donât leave, not yet, please?â Eris asked, a bit shy.
He stopped his retreating hips, brows raising. âWhy would I leave? Iâm tired.â
âNo you dunce, donât pull out, I want you to stay inside,â Eris dumbed it down a bit.
Look, it wasnât Azâs fault his brain was no more than a marsh.
Azriel felt his jaw go slack, huffed through his nose. Theyâd been doing the debaucherous tango for centuries, why the fuck was this the first time Eris had asked?
âWhat?â 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?
âWhat happened to me feeling perfect? You were screaming that earlierââ 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?
âOf fucking course.â 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, âBut when you wake up to me fucking you, I want a thank you, no whining about being crushed all night.â
Shadows snickered at his posturing as they helped heft him slightly up, still sleek and thin enough for Azriel to feel Erisâs heart thump in time with his, their chests giving and taking space as they breathed each otherâs air. Dizzyingly close, or maybe it was the sharing breath thingâ
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.
âI know youâre awake, can see you smiling,â the spy astutely observed. Eris beamed brighter as he opened his eyes to a pretty, haughtily grinning Shadowsinger.
âYou caught me, spare me the handcuffs please, mâstill rather tired.â
âIâll have to save that for later then, but I was very much looking forward to a thank you after all those pleases last night.â
âYou can have your thank you when you make me come again,â 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 Azâs eyes rolling. His hips rescinded before slamming back in, and Eris gasped, hands clinging around Azâs neck, bracing for more.
âConditional politeness, how very you of you,â Az husked, setting a pace competing with a sexually frustrated sprinter.
âHnmn, fuck fuck fuck, hng, earn it.â
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 đ and thank you @astro-h0e-4azris for sucking off me ego đ
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Based on your 2nd, 10th, and 18th most recent emojis, how will your weekend go?
Not to pit two bad bitches against each other, but I see so many "Lucien apartment in Velaris" headcanons, and I can't stop thinking how Azriel's room looks like.
Azriel is efficency over style. He is a sleep deprived workaholic. He doesn't care about interior design. He's probably rarely even there. So, whenever I think about his room, I see this meme:
I want to finish writing and drawing the unfinished work, but the voices THE VOICES
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