masterlists are up ✅ and awards have been awarded ✅ so that’s a wrap on the 2026 SJM Sapphic Showdown❣️
one character may wear the crown but we r the real winners because the fandom now has well over 50 (!!!) new sapphic works to enjoy. through this event there were also 10 completely new sapphic ship tags added on ao3 (can u believe that! look at us go)
thank you SO MUCH to everyone who participated in this event by creating, reading, sharing, supporting, and celebrating <3 we were so excited to see so many people show up for sapphic ships and characters!! can't think of a better way to kick off pride month 🌈
🍓 masterlist day 1 2 3 | ao3 collection <- idk about y'all but this right here is my summer reading list
prince who laments about being so busy with court matters that he has no time for any of his hobbies, and knight who takes that as permission to lock him in a tower where nobody will ever find him <3
upgrade your life by taking note of the objects you use most and slowly replace them with the most beautiful and high-quality versions of those things you can find.
Anon, I hope you enjoy this (sorry... almost a year later) 🔥 a dear friend inspired me.
light smut under the div
Tazris, pet
He needed to get himself under control. He had to endure it. He could do it—he was sure he could.
Eris kept drafting that stupid document, and Azriel had never been so jealous of an inanimate object as he was of that quill. If both of Eris's hands were free, he wouldn't have to be sitting there waiting.
A growl threatened to slip past his lips, yet he held it back, his hands perfectly still on his thighs.
If only Tamlin would mess up...
Azriel knew he wasn't supposed to cheat, but he'd long since passed the point where rules felt important. Eris hadn't even looked at him in hours, keeping his cock warm with Tamlin's mouth. He should have been the one doing that. Jealousy was a bitch. Just like Tamlin.
He sent out a shadow, subtle and discreet, only enough to brush against one of the blond's nipples.
"Mnhg—"
The muffled moan shattered the perfect silence that had, until then, been interrupted only by the scratch of Eris's quill. He stopped writing, though his hand remained in Tamlin's hair, lazily stroking the blond strands as he arched a brow at the male between his legs.
"I thought I was clear when I said I wanted absolute silence, pet."
Tamlin's eyes were bright with a mix of arousal and irritation. He had to know it had been Azriel, though he didn't turn to look at him. He'd probably complain about it later. Maybe they could play while Eris was off at his council meeting, and he would surely take revenge.
"Azriel?"
He stepped forward obediently, trying not to seem too eager. As if Eris didn't know exactly how eager he was. The dark stain on his underwear gave him away, however he was behaving. He was always good for him.
"Hands on the desk."
His tone left no room for argument. Eris had trained them carefully, they belonged to him, and he did not tolerate disobedience.
When those long fingers closed around the plug inside Azriel, shifting it just enough to tease him, the Illyrian pressed his cheek against the cold wood, his breathing hitching.
"Did you really think I wouldn't know what you did?"
Azriel moaned as Eris pushed the toy deeper. Cauldron, he needed Eris, needed to feel full of him, needed to have him inside him—
"You've been a bad boy. What have I told you about sharing?"
Yes, yes, he knew. But he had been so desperate, and Tamlin had so much patience. A pathetic whine escaped him when Eris spanked him, the imprint of his hand blooming red across his skin.
"Now you're going to wait until night. Back to the sofa, and don't even think about trying something like that again. Understood?"
Tears of frustration slid down his face as Azriel nodded. "Yes."
Another loud slap.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, High Lord."
Eris hummed in satisfaction, stroking the spot before letting him go. Azriel wanted to complain, but he swallowed the urge. He didn't want a harsher punishment.
The worst part? Not only would he have to wait, now he had to sit there and watch Tamlin get rewarded, trading his mouth for his hole, sitting on their owner's lap, while he continued working.
This is the ask game, if anyone want to request something.
Chapter 2/2 is up! Thank you to everyone for reading and commenting 🥹 I hope you enjoy the ending! ❤️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Words (total): 9833
Spoiler-free summary:
After fifty years behind the shield, the first sight of Eris leaves Azriel feeling things he can’t explain.
Something is wrong. Something happened under the mountain, and Azriel intends to uncover the truth.
the horror of being "god's favourite princess". literally one of my favourite horror themes. the god loves you and it's so scary.
it will always choose you. you cannot die. you'll always come back because it loves you so much. you are its right and left hand, its eternal weapon. it will drown you in its light. light as horror. darkness as horror. what if it thinks you are its best friend.
you are god's favourite princess and it's terrifying.
Maturing is: im reaching a point where I like or kudos everything to do with Azris because I appreciate the effort that my fav creators put in and want to encourage them and make them feel like people notice and like their stuff cause I know that matters! If you ever see I kudosed but didn’t comment, it’s not cause I don’t like it it’s cause i have no words lol! Lots of love to the Azris fans!