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A perfect opportunity to post the little thing that evolved from a tattoo design request I did back in May.

Am I Too Late chapter two snippet

Excerpt from jayvik fanfic "Am I Too Late?" on ao3

The door to the lab opened with a loud bang. He turned to tell Jayce to be more gentle. Sometimes when he was excited he forgot his own strength. But who he saw was not Jayce.

It was Jayce, but his hair was long and hanging in his eyes. He had a thick, messy beard. His clothes were dirty and torn. A crude splint on one leg. One you’d use in a survival situation, not with a hospital near by. He carried a large hammer that looked grown from the ground itself. There were stress lines in his face and his shoulders spoke of a tiredness that Viktor had known too well. He'd just never expected to see it on Jayce. What had happened to him?

"Jayce?" He whispered. It may not have been his Jayce, but he was still Jayce. And Viktor couldn't help how he felt around Jayce. When their eyes met, Viktor could practically feel the hunger coming from them. He leaned against the desk for support against their intensity.

"Viktor." This new Jayce spoke low and deep, like his voice hadn’t been used recently, and Viktor felt it in his bones. Jayce prowled towards him like an animal stalking it's prey. Viktor felt no fear, just anticipation. He'd never feared Jayce, just his feelings for him.

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Before Your Sun Sets - Chapter 8 is available!

Viktor is sick with Hanahaki. Jayce would do anything to save him—whether it be by developing an impossible cure or trying to find out who Viktor is in love with to smack some sense into them. Little does he know, he’s chasing his own shadow.

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Snippet of Chapter 31: A Mother's Revenge

Excerpt from chapter 31 of Maple Cookies and Leather Bound Books. Out now! Read it here

Lucien was limp and bleeding, likely unconscious. The guards Beron had sent to fetch his mother were taking their time, and Eris prayed that it was because they couldn’t find her. That Rhysand had gotten her out. Beron had let the remaining guards take their frustrations out on him and Lucien. Mostly Lucien. After Eris' display, they hadn't dared to touch him in any sexual manner, but Beron seemed happy to let them continue torturing them both.

Beron was growing more anxious and annoyed the longer the guards took to fetch Eleanor. Eris was growing weary. It certainly wasn't the longest he'd spent in a cell, but after using most of his strength to stop Ripper and injuring himself in the process, he had little else to use. He was mostly trying to stay conscious now. He wondered how long Beron would keep them here if Eleanor was no where to be found.

Beron paced, distracted and impatient. He’d stopped asking questions about who was poisoning him, content to let Lucien and Eris hurt for now. Perhaps he wanted to wait until Eleanor arrived. Maybe he wanted to question her instead. Her eldest son and her favorite son strung up and bleeding. One dying. Beron was counting on them to break her. Perhaps he would follow through on his promise to let the guards rape her and tell the world that his wife died.

If he did, Beron had to know that he would be dead as soon as Eris was released. He’d already pushed him with Lucien and seen the reaction. Eris didn’t have much strength left, but Beron didn’t know that. He clearly hadn’t known what Eris was capable of, though neither had Eris until he’d snapped. But as soon as Eris was released, the power would return and replenish his strength. It was all a waiting game now.

Beron stood and began yelling at one of the guards. He had lost all his patience. Eris ignored them and turned to Lucien. His chin was pressed against his now bare chest. "Lucien." He hissed. "Wake up."

Lucien didn't respond. His breathing had slowed. Blood was covering most of his front. The blood from losing his eye was dried and his hair was matted down with blood and sweat. "Please, Lucien, wake up." 

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Azris Week 2025 Official Playlist

Hey, Azris fans, we have less than two weeks until Azris Week 2025 begins! Can you believe?!

To get us into the community spirit, we will be posting three different ways for you to contribute to the week, whether you are a writer, artist, mood board creator, hybebeast or something else.

Today: submit this form (including your tumblr username to be properly credited in the masterlist!) to add up to five songs that remind you of Azris or your Azris Week 2025 fics.

Sunday, 6/1: a commenting/kudos game (with a prize!)

Tuesday, 6/3: self-spotlight questions

Snippet of Chapter 30: Choice

Excerpt from chapter 30 of Maple Cookies and Leather Bound Books. Out now! Read here

He sat on the ledge over looking Velaris. He sat on the mountain high above the house of wind. The training ring below him. He’d taken more of his anger out there after sending a message off to Mor. He hoped she would show, but regardless, he had no idea what he was going to do about Eris. Feyre had tried reaching him, but he’d been blocking her out. He needed time to think. Azriel knew she likely wanted to talk to him about Rhysand and what had happened. He appreciated her friendship, but he needed space to think. And all he could think of now was Eris.

His mate.

He was still trying to wrap his mind around it. They were mates. He had a mate. His mate was male. He was Eris. The words he’d whispered to Eris just the night before came back to him. How he wouldn’t care, that he’d love and cherish his mate no matter what. He had meant it. He still wanted to. Azriel wanted to love and cherish Eris. But when the moment came, he’d fucked it up. He’d let his anger and hurt take over his tongue.

If Eris took him back, where would they go from there? Did any of it matter if Eris wasn’t with him? Could Eris forgive him? Could he forgive Eris?

“Azriel?”

He turned to greet Morrigan. She walked up to where he sat. His note hadn’t said much, but it was clear she knew this was no ordinary conversation. 

“Mor,” Azriel looked back over the city. She sat next to him and waited. He could feel the worry coming off her. “Tell me, what happened between you and Eris. The truth. I… I need to hear it.”

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