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Azriel X Eris

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“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.” 

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train :

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So. The Untamed yeah? 

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(I really want to practice drawing them, but like...to many ideas, if anyone wants to throw an idea my way to help give me some specific ideas? (SFW or NSFW works))

I can't process how amazingly cute this is. All the emotion is so well writen!!!

Whumptober Day 21, 22, 23: pain, painkillers, sleep | Reader

Plot:  Part 4, F L U F F

Word Count: 3,044

Warnings:  Hospitals and very brief suicidal thoughts

A/N:  Douxie is fuckin sad, but after that there’s fluff.  BETA READ BY @furblrwurblr​ THANKS BRO I LOVE U

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Douxie woke up in Jim Lake Jr.’s living room, dazed, confused, and concerned for your safety.  

He was alone.  Sun was streaming through the windows.  Everything was quiet.  For a second, he thought he’d died, and for that second, he was relieved.  Death meant he wouldn’t have to torture you anymore.  But he wasn’t dead.  You, on the other hand, were in the process of dying.  

And for Douxie, that was torture.  

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