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Fic:

The Alley Cat. by @yurnattywrites Amends by @thesourcabbage At the end of the day, there will be us by @lady-of-tearshed The Break, Chapter 2: Reading Material by @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees Carve Me Open, Chapter 6 by @chunkypossum Choking Hazard by @g00seg1rl Dark and sweet by @irithiadourden Day Two ficlet, inspired by Day Two art (by @bloodyplunder) by @aurorasleeps-27 Day Two incorrect quote by @lady-riel The First Winter Solstice by @wrraccountant A High Lord's Day Off by @slytherin-pen The Inevitability of Hello by @mudandmire Lemon Zest by @whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy Loving you in the quieness of night by Jstars97 Nasty Girl by @ejkreader To be loved by @ysmtttty

Art:

Day Two reel by art.b0i Day Two art by @bloodyplunder Day Two art by @elleybug Day Two art by @froggybogwitch Day Two art by @geniemillies Day Two art by mageonduty Day Two art by @makinglongwordsslutty Day Two art by @nus4y Day Two art by @tsunami-of-tears Day Two art by @vnfadinglight

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Fic:

Amber Eyes by @wrraccountant The Break, Chapter 1: Ground Rules by @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees Day One ficlet by @bloodyplunder Day One incorrect quote by @lady-riel Day One fic by @vnfadinglight Familiar by @thesourcabbage Here by Monsters. by @yurnattywrites In the Silence of Exploding Stars by @chairofchaos Little Kit by @theaterqueen1985 Nobody Gets Past the Trembling Wire by @mudandmire See you in my dreams, pookie, Chpater 1 by SkittyPop The shapes of the shadows by @daycourtofficial Raging flames kissed by shadows @irithiadourden Rascal by @ejkreader Strange water, part 2 by @chunkypossum Taming by Jstars97 Their Dark by @g00seg1rl Timshel by @iftheshoef1tz What lurks between the shadows by @irithiadourden

Art:

Cat!Eris and Azriel by @whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy Day One art by @bloodyplunder Day One art by @fourteentrout Day One art and ficlet by @makinglongwordsslutty Day One moodboard by @lady-of-tearshed Day One moodboard by @octobers-veryown Demon Azriel and Phoenix Eris by @elleybug Raging flames kissed by shadows by @lucychanart, commissioned by @irithiadourden

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Official Azris Week 2025 Playlist

Full tracklist beneath the cut. You can listen to the playlist here.

I Need a Forest Fire - James Blake & Bon Iver ( @gravitysthrall)

To Be Alone - Hozier (gravitysthrall)

I’m Your Man - Mitski (gravitysthrall)

To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra ( @iftheshoef1tz)

Timshel - Mumford & Sons (iftheshoef1tz)

Ribs - Lorde (iftheshoef1tz)

Work Song - Hozier (iftheshoef1tz)

In a Week - Hozier & Karen Cowley (iftheshoef1tz)

Red Sex - Vessel ( @olenvasynyt)

Blackbird - Lisa O’Neill (olenvasynyt)

Tomorrow - Daughter (olenvasynyt)

Blood - Marika Hackman (olenvasynyt)

Twist the Knife - Chromatics (olenvasynyt)

Knuckle Velvet - Ethel Cain & YAH WAV ( @eatsbooks)

Bite the Hand - boygenius, Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers, & Lucy Dacus (eatsbooks)

Closer - Nine Inch Nails (eatsbooks and @bloodyplunder)

I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski (eatsbooks & @whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex (eatsbooks)

U&ME - alt-J ( @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees)

No Front Teeth - Perfume Genius & Aldous Harding (skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees)

Emergence - Sleep Token (skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees)

All Through the Night - Kasabian (skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees)

Strange Conversations - Let’s Eat Grandma (skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees)

rises the moon - Liana Flores ( @whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy)

HOT TO GO! - Chappell Roan (whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy)

Language of the Lost - Riproducer (whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy)

Curses - The Crane Wives (whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy)

Oh l’amour - Erasure ( @wrraccountant)

Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode (wrraccountant)

Lay All Your Love on Me - Information Society (wrraccountant)

Love to Hate you - Erasure (wrraccountant)

Kiss - The Art of Noise & Tom Jones (wrraccountant)

I Don’t Smoke - Mitski ( @amalhe-kofee)

Mama’s Boy - Dominic Fike (amalhe-koffee)

Ma Meilleure Ennemie - Stromae & Pomme (amalhe-koffee & @irithiadourden)

Beggin’ - Maneskin (amalhe-koffee)

Trust Me Not (Hero and Villian Duet) - Backseat Vagabonds (amalhe-koffee)

Lost With You - Patrick Watson ( @chunkypossum)

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls (chunkypossum)

To Be - The Irrepressibles (chunkypossum)

Enemy - Father of Peace (chunkypossum)

Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars (chunkypossum)

Black Friday - Tom Odell ( @the-darkestminds)

I’m Not Them - Them & I (the-darkestminds)

Into Dust - Mazzy Star (the-darkestminds)

back to friends - sombr ( @nus4y)

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - Joji (nus4y)

Too Sweet - Hozier (nus4y)

Circles - Post Malone (nus4y)

august - Taylor Swift (nus4y)

FMLYHM - Seether ( @bloodyplunder)

Fire Up the Night - New Medicine (bloodyplunder)

Possession - Evans Blue (bloodyplunder)

Monster - STARSET (bloodyplunder)

Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier ( @vanserraoxygen)

LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey (vanserraoxygen)

Blood Upon the Snow - Hozier & Bear McCreary (vanserraoxygen)

The Apparition - Sleep Token (vanserraoxygen)

Take It All - Helena Deland (vanserraoxygen)

Hurt - Johnny Cash ( @thesourcabbage)

No Room for Doubt - Lianne La Havas & Willy Mason (thesourcabbage)

Would That I - Hozier ( @somnas-writes)

As It Was - Hozier (somnas-writes)

Free Fall - Slot Machine (somnas-writes)

A Night to Remember - beabadoobee & Laufey (somnas-writes)

O Sol e a Lua - Pequeno Cidadao (somnas-writes)

Edge of Desire - John Mayer ( @cantwiltmyflowers)

Break Me - McFly (cantwiltmyflowers)

Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine (cantwiltmyflowers)

Thousand Miles - Tove Lo (cantwiltmyflowers)

Two Weeks - FKA twigs (cantwiltmyflowers)

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives (band.dork2018)

Take Me to War (Live) - The Crane Wives (band.dork2018)

Deer Dance - System of a Down (band.dork2018)

Body Bag - Beartooth (band.dork2018)

Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan (band.dork2018)

Bruises - Lewis Capaldi ( @irithiadourden)

Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down - Fall Out Boy (irithiadourden)

At the Beach, In Every Life - Gigi Perez (irithiadourden)

War - Chance Pena (irithiadourden)

So It Goes… - Taylor Swift ( @stargazingmellon)

War of Hearts - Ruelle (stargazingmellon)

Another Love - Tom Odell (stargazingmellon)

A Drop in the Ocean - Ron Pope (stargazingmellon)

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Scorching

Eris Vanserra has been born to one of the wealthiest families in all of Prythian. Azriel has not. Azriel has been forced into solitude. Eris has not. Both their hands have felt fire. Only one burned. Both a prisoner of their birth. Only one freed.

My contribution to @azrisweek Day 7: Free Day

Read on AO3

This is my first time writing for Azris and my first time participating in an event week as more than a reader.

Thank you to the peeps over at Azris Week for running this event. It is the highlight of my year fr.

P.S. I have no idea how to effectively post on tumblr, so forgive my basic bitch post 🖤✨🧡

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yea, though I walk (5144 words) by Brunetterebel010 Chapters: 3/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Azriel/Eris Vanserra Characters: Eris Vanserra, Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Forced Proximity, Patricide, Eventual Relationships, Pre-Relationship, Azris, High Lord Eris Vanserra, sabine valley AU, Hostage Situations, Masturbation, Sexual Content Series: Part 1 of Vanserra Valley Summary: When treaty negotiations drag on, Eris decides to take matters into his own hands, and kill two birds with one stone; and maybe trap a bat while he's at it.

I'm sliding in just under the wire (I think) for @azrisweek Day 7: Free Day!

My contribution is Chapter 2 of "Yea, though I walk" which was posted for Eris week last fall.

Sneak peek below the cut, Enjoy!

Eris was in the middle of debriefing with his brothers after breakfast when he saw the first shadow drift from the ceiling to rest atop a cabinet. He didn’t acknowledge it, simply continued listening as Flynn and Rory tossed theories about what Diana and Cresseida would get up to. The two females had become fast allies, though Eris was hoping to avoid any true conflict between his family and any of their guests. He had known there would be frustration, but he hoped they would all settle in and any crisis could be averted before it burned his plans to the ground.

“Let them be friends, if you give them freedom perhaps they’ll come around.” Reed advised. Keegan’s eyebrows lifted in obvious skepticism. 

“I know your tinkerer is amenable so long as she can work.” Keegan said, “but Diana is a firestorm, and Cresseida is a snake. I wouldn’t trust them too much.”

“We’ve promised them comfort and safety. We aren’t jailers.” Eris reminded them, “they can befriend whoever they like and move about as they please. If you suspect that they’re organizing a revolution, we can revisit the topic. Does anyone else have concerns?” 

“Viola wants to spend her time in the Temple as any priestess would. I’ve told her there’s no problem with that so long as she checks in with me everyday.” Keegan reported. Eris nodded his approval.

“Nuan has given me an initial list of supplies she will need, we’ve sent it to Thesan. I’d like to convert one of the entertaining rooms in my wing into a workshop for her, if that’s alright?”

“Do it,” Eris waved a hand at Reed. “We can always convert it back at the end of the year.” Reed nodded.

“If that’s all, you can go about your days. We’ll meet after dinner to check in with Lucien and Tyson. After this, we can meet once a week. Come to me if you have any pressing concerns that need to be addressed. His brothers nodded and rose to go, until Rory cleared his throat.

“What about you?” Rory asked. Eris looked up from the report he had already begun to skim, his brow creased in confusion.

“What about me?” 

“Well, you didn’t say how things went with the shadowsinger. You didn’t make him come to the Great Hall yesterday. It doesn’t seem like he tried to kill you. Is he going to give you trouble?” Rory watched Eris with open curiosity. Eris often forgot how perceptive his little brother was. Rory was every bit as intelligent as his twin, but Reed was much more serious.

“No trouble,” Eris reported, “he’s very pragmatic, understands why the decisions were made. He’s promised to be on his best behavior, and I hope that if anyone did cause trouble,” he looked meaningfully at Flynn, “Azriel would be willing to help if it came to blows. He is invested in these treaties, his High Lady started this nonsense after all.” His brothers seemed satisfied with that, and said their goodbyes. When the door at last shut behind them, Eris leaned back in his chair.

“I know you’re there,” he called toward the corner where he had seen the shadow. “You’re not a very good spyling.” The shadow rose from the corner and swirled its way to hover in the center of the room. Then five more emerged from around the room - two of them from the drawers of his desk. He hadn’t noticed any of those.

“Ah, you’re the distraction. Well, now that I know your technique. You’ll have to do better next time.” The shadows rushed together and swirled around him, ruffling his hair where it lay on his shoulders before darting through the window and up toward the roof.

When the shadows returned and relayed the brothers’ discussion, Azriel made a mental note to keep an eye on Diana and Cresseida. He said as much to the shadows, ordering them not to follow the females, but to let him know what they observed when they were posted throughout the house.  

He’s right, you’re terrible spies.

 It’s a game. They cited his earlier instruction back to him. We are playing!

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Day 7 Free Day

Spoiler + NSFW ‼️

Everyone's ending Azris week with a 💥 right? 🤣 Here's my offering of a fan sketch for our sweetheart and genius writer @mistandmemories 🌹💋 and their fic: A Song of Bonds and Legacies on Ao3 (spoiler for chap 26)

Full NSFW sketch here ‼️https://archiveofourown.org/works/66017359

Cropped timelapse peeky here⚠️

I've read chapter 26 an unhealthy, an unholy, a totally not normal number of times and my lil scribble could never serve the scene enough justice. So please go read this absolute gift if you haven't yet!

@mistandmemories brilliant ass fic here 🔥https://archiveofourown.org/works/56353435?view_adult=true&view_full_work=true

Thank you so much for all your hard work and for sparking the Azris community @azrisweek / @iftheshoef1tz !🌹An absolute pleasure seeing everyone's incredible ideas for a full week

Taglist! Lmk if you want on or off babes 💋

@chunkypossum @jules-writes-stories @mistandmemories @g00seg1rl @irithiadourden @the-darkestminds @thesourcabbage @aleksandra25cracow @futurehunt @molcat07 @buffy-vanserra @fourteentrout @makinglongwordsslutty @amalhe-kofee @rentfreeatticsquirrel @donnadiddadog

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@azrisweek day 6: Safe for work

Summary: They're in the middle of an Autumn council meeting, he's probably getting the wrong idea, right?

Ps: I'm not at home, but I couldn't resist posting today's drabble! I had a lot of fun writing it (well, part of it) at work 😂

Complete on AO3

Preview after the div

At least twenty minutes later, the High Lord felt the innocuous, innocent nudge on his leg again. He turned his gaze briefly to his mate, but Azriel was looking at the person who had just joined the conversation.

Eris relaxed in his seat and jotted down a few notes on the parchment in front of him. The stability they had achieved at court since Beron's death meant that the issues they reviewed at these discussions were far more mundane. Caring for their subjects was still a priority for both of them, but threats were no longer hanging over their heads like a sword.

Then again, there was a caress. This time it was near his hip as Azriel adjusted his own clothing. Eris clenched his teeth. It was nothing. But a feeling akin to anticipation tangled in his stomach.

Azris taglist: @ejkreader, @aleksandra25cracow, @disney-acotar-hp, @constantsins, @talibunny30, @wovendreamscapes, @futurehunt

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My pookie drew me getting caught creepin by our handsome boys, thank you SO FUCKING MUCH @nus4y I LOVE YOU AND ITS A HUMBLING BLESSING TO BE YOUR FRIEND 🫂🧎‍♀️😘🫂🧎‍♀️🫂💗😘

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Azris Week 2025

Day 7: Free Day!!!!

This is what happened in Lemon Zest guys trust 🙏 (I hate his fuckass bob, I gonna change his design soon 😭)

So I decided to finish off this years Azris Week with something silly, so here you go!!! I might post something else in relation to my other submissions throughout the day too.

This week has been so fun and it was lovely to see the wonderful things my fellow degenerates have come up 😋 you guys are great!

@azrisweek

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Ta-da! It’s here!!

now, I just want to let y’all know that life got in the way of this one, so I apologize for the quality of this work. I hope to improve from this in the future!

anyway, enjoy! and happy azris week!

Pairing: Azris

Summary: Nothing calls closer like the undesirable pull of flame and shadow. One wrong move, one past mistake resurfaced, and they all fall.

Word Count: 872(sad ik)

Part 1 of 2

Read the story below the cut/borderline thingy!

Flames danced from candles sitting on the desk, their dark equal mimicking their movement with sharp precision, apart from their slightly blurred edges. Bone-white paperwork sat on said desk, and an immaculate, large four poster bed took up one part of the already large chambers, a sitting room and bookshelves taking up about the rest.

It almost looked as if someone was staying over. In reality, Eris didn’t know what he was waiting for, standing at the entrance to his own room. He sighed, taking a step forward. He shouldn’t be acting like he was an intruder.

Maybe…just maybe; he was wishing for one.

The male moved across the room with barely restrained precision, his strides eating up the space between the entrance and the bathroom. He shrugged off his jacket and set it aside in the space-in-between, leaning his forearms against the counter.

What Eris saw wasn’t the male he knew.

His hair, usually a bright copper red, was muted, almost a drab in the sense of his court’s style. Pale skin was, well, paler than usual, looking more gray and ashen, and his freckles looked even more closer to a parasite mottling his face rather than the average family trait. 

And his eyes…

There wasn’t emotion. There wasn’t even the frigid cold he exposed others to. They were just two amber orbs. No fire, no fleck of gold.

Eris assumed this was what it was like to have hollow eyes.

He took a long sigh, lifting his head to take a closer look before re-enforcing his glamour. He almost felt pleased when he saw the arrogant male he presented to the rest of the world. Better, he almost didn’t notice some of the darkness sliding away.

Key word: Almost.

Eris shifted his position only to lean one elbow against the counter, a sly half-smile forming on his face as he drawled, “I wouldn't bother hiding. After all, we both know what happened the last time you did that.”

The darkness—shadows—gathered around in a corner, and the male almost swore he could hear a growl under breath. He wouldn’t let anything slide. Not now.

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad.” Eris let out a mock sigh, shaking his head. He gestured outside the bathroom, right where the bed was. “After all, I remember quite clearly that you pressed me down there and said-”

Quicker than Eris expected, the figure lunged from the shadows and wrestled him down on the counter, his back aching from the unnatural stretch. Callused hands slid up his frame, resting on his neck, a threat and warning in one as hazel bored coldly into amber. Those eyes spoke multitudes, yet one statement shone clearly in those captivating—captivating?—irises: Don’t. You. Dare.

Despite being in the more compromising position, Eris could observe the authority shifting in his direction, and knew the male above him could feel it too. Without thinking, he patted Azriel’s face on the side in a show of pity. “Poor, poor bat. Wouldn’t your precious family love to know how you had me like this not once, but multiple times. It’s quite a shame we keep things from light, don’t you agree?”

The shadowsinger merely twitched his wings in annoyance, an errant shadow peeking over his shoulder like a stray dog. 

Eris almost chuckled aloud. At least they knew their role. 

“See? Even the midget does,” Eris said, amused while jerking his head towards the shadow. He almost swore it nodded on its own accord.

Azriel scrutinized the redhead below him, a dangerous glint hidden deep inside those darkened irises. However, to said redhead’s dismay, the shadowsinger ensued to speak in glares; Shut up.

Eris, in response, resorted to sneers and what he hoped–no, knew –were well placed words. “Speak up, bat. Or has that bitch who calls herself the ‘speaker of truths’ was finally able to sew your mouth shut beyond repair?”

The hands around his neck pressed down significantly harder, not enough to block the air from entering his lungs, but down to the point where the warning was clearer than the lies spun between them, that he could feel those scars rubbing his neck. 

Eris, stupidly, didn’t realize until then that Azriel wasn’t wearing those midnight gloves he usually kept adorned and—stubbornly—refused to take off around him. The male kept himself from believing that it was a simple accident. Even though all they’ve done these past few years was take from each other and never return, it was only sane that he knew a bit more about the mystery who calls himself Azriel. He hoped it was sane.

However, he—with pride—was able to get the said mystery to talk. At least once; “You don’t speak about her like that. You won’t.”

Eris chuckled, but it sounded more like a wheeze with his slightly cut-off windpipe. “You can’t even say her name. How cute.” He leaned back almost impossibly further. “But I was waiting for the point where you wanted to shut me up.”

Azriel’s lip curled back in a snarl, but it didn’t stop the redhead from pulling him in and kissing him. 

And the male in the darkness returned it.

Thank you for reading and have a happy rest of your azris week!! <3

Tag List: @g00seg1rl, @ejkreader, @talibunny30, @irithiadourden, @julesvanslutta, @aleksandra25cracow

Let me know if you want off or on!!

For Day 7 of @azrisweek: Free day!

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For Day 7 of @azrisweek I am shouting out the three people who have bound copies of my fics, specifically our bodies, possessed by light. every time I hold a copy in my hands, I feel a bit overwhelmed that not only did someone like my fic, they liked it enough to spend all the time and money to send me a copy. The first copy is from poppypressbindery, with a reversible paper jacket. the second is from @aurorasleeps-27, with the most detailed (and difficult) vinyl on the back. the third is from sofiarbee_ on Instagram, which I just received last week.

They are all so beautiful, and I’m so, SO lucky to have these copies, not to mention call the binders my friends!!

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Uuum some art that I made a long time ago for an azris word prompt game, which I turned into a scene in my latest fic- Autumn's Blood

I kinda just wanted to have this for @azrisweek day seven, because it didn't fit in with my mind's interpretation of 'safe for work'

Anyways, posting this now because I always planned to make a fic around it/ with it :))

Today is the last day of azrisweek 2025!! I had so much fun with y'all, looking at what everyone made, hurrying to finish my own works, reading the fics ^^ this is the first fandom event I've been a part of, and it is definitely something I want to do again, so... thank you! 💛

TAGLIST!! (If you've already seen this, sry ;) (ask in reblogs/comments if you want on or off) @eatsbooks , @jess011mae , @irithiadourden , @g00seg1rl , @aleksandra25cracow , @jules-writes-stories @chunkypossum @amalhe-kofee

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A High Lord’s Day Off

pairing: Azriel x Eris

word count: 1k

warnings: fade to black smut

tags: fluff, Eris is a sap, Azriel is smitten

summary: Eris has a rare day off, and these two mates spend it enjoying each other’s company.

a/n: aspen is finally writing again, yay! written very late for day 2 of @azrisweek

The morning sunlight filters through gauzy red curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed they share. It’s late enough that even the birds have quieted, having already left their nests to start their day.

Azriel stirs first, though he doesn’t open his eyes. He knows Eris is already awake. He can feel the awareness humming through the mating bond, soft and sleepy. Eris’s hand rests just under Azriel’s rib cage, fingers splayed and thumb swiping back and forth.

Azriel breathes in deeply, Eris’s scent of cinnamon and wood smoke filling his lungs.

“Good morning, sleepy bat,” Eris murmurs, voice thick with sleep and amusement.

Azriel opens one eye. “Good morning, fox.”

Eris smiles as Azriel rolls over, burrowing closer. Their legs tangle further, and Eris’s arm tightens around him, pulling him fully against his chest.

“We don’t have anything on the schedule today,” Eris says quietly. “A High Lord’s rare day off.”

Azriel hums. “Good. I’ve missed my mate.”

Silence stretches between them, and then, as if drawn together by a magnetic pull, Eris kisses him—slow and deep, no urgency, no rush. Just lips brushing over lips, hands sliding across bare skin like they have all the time in the world.

When Eris pushes him onto his back, Azriel goes willingly, his shadows swirling around them lazily. It’s not fast or rough. They take their time, savoring the feel of skin on skin, the way their bodies know each other now. Where to touch, where to kiss, where to linger. Azriel’s wings stretch comfortably across the bed. They breathe each other in, move in perfect rhythm, and when they come, it’s with murmured “I love yous” and forehead kisses as they gaze into each other’s eyes.

Later, when their heartbeats have steadied and the sheets are thoroughly ruined, Azriel laughs into Eris’s neck. “We’re going to have to change these.”

Eris groans. “You can do it. I made the bed yesterday.”

Azriel arches a brow. “You mean you asked the servants to do it?”

“That counts.”

With a snort, Azriel rolls away, groaning slightly as he stretches. He pads naked toward the bathing room, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll start breakfast.”

Eris lifts his head just enough to watch the view. “I think you’re forgetting something.”

Azriel stops in the doorway, turns, walks back, and kisses him again with that little smile Eris has come to crave.

The kitchen smells like cinnamon and butter by the time Eris wanders in, hair tousled, his robe sliding low on his chest. Azriel is standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with precision. His wings twitch occasionally, still stretching out from sleep, and Eris pauses just to admire him.

Azriel senses him, as he always does, and glances over his shoulder. “Don’t just stare. Grab plates.”

“You’re bossy in the mornings,” Eris teases, but obeys, brushing his knuckles along Azriel’s lower back as he moves past him.

Azriel leans into the touch without thinking.

They eat on the balcony, two steaming mugs of tea between them. They don’t talk much. Just soft clinks of forks on ceramic, the occasional shared bite, and toes brushing beneath the table as they enjoy eating in each other’s company. When they’re finished, Azriel leans back in his chair and closes his eyes. Eris watches him quietly, admiring the sharp line of his jaw, the delicate fan of his lashes, the way the sunlight kisses his scarred hands and makes them look almost golden.

“You’re staring again,” Azriel murmurs without opening his eyes.

Eris shrugs. “You’re beautiful.”

Azriel’s eyes flutter open. He stares at his mate, unguarded and soft. “You’re a sap.”

Eris smirks. “Only for you.”

The courtyard is warm but not stifling, shaded by towering oaks and tall hedges. Eris’s hounds are already bounding across the grass when they step outside, barking joyfully. A pair of them rush toward Azriel, tails wagging furiously. He laughs as he crouches to greet them, letting them nuzzle into his hands, lick at his chin.

“They like you more than me,” Eris mutters, feigning offense.

“They’ve had five hundred years with you,” Azriel counters. “I’m still new and exciting.”

Eris rolls his eyes but the small smile spreading across his face betrays his true feelings.

Azriel whistles once, low and sharp, and the hounds heel instantly, forming a half-circle around him. He grins at Eris. “Who’s their master now?”

Eris lunges. Azriel yelps as Eris tackles him into the grass, the hounds immediately going wild, barking and bounding around them like they’re children playing a game. Eris pins him with ease, grinning down at him, both of them breathless from laughter.

“You’re not supposed to win when I’m being charming,” Azriel says, squinting up at him, grass in his curls.

“You should stop being charming then, because I always win.”

Eris leans down, kisses him again—short and sweet this time. “Come on. Before they start trying to climb on us.”

One of the hounds immediately tries to sit on Azriel’s legs.

Azriel groans. “Too late.”

By late afternoon, the two of them are curled up on the oversized couch in the library. Eris’s legs stretch along the cushions, and Azriel is draped half across him, wings tucked tightly behind his back. Eris reads aloud from a battered novel, his voice low and smooth. It’s a romance—not the kind either of them usually picks—but Eris had seen Azriel eyeing it in the bookstore a week ago, and now he reads it with that knowing little smirk.

“You’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on,” Azriel mutters as Eris turns a page.

Eris smirks. “I’m enjoying the fact that you’re enjoying it.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but the bond between them pulses with warmth and contentment. He turns and nestles his head against Eris’s chest, one hand resting over his heart. Eris shifts slightly, placing his book down and curling his arms around his mate.

“I could stay like this forever,” Eris whispers into Azriel’s hair.

Azriel doesn’t answer with words. Just a sigh, his hand tightening over Eris’s shirt and the bond blooming with quiet joy. And Eris understands. Because this kind of quiet, stolen day is the kind of forever they’d both longed for.

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Mine | Azris Week | Day 7

Pairing: Azris x Kallias x Viviane | Chapter 2 on ao3

Possibly the most NSFW thing I've ever written. Collab with the fabulous @g00seg1rl who wrote Chapter 1 on a03

Summary | Eris Vanserra strikes a wicked wager with Kallias. The High Lords will swap beloved pets and work as hard as they can to get the other's submissive to "tap out first." Whoever does must host Rhysand's entire Inner Circle during the next Seasonal Courts Summit. Azriel, being hopelessly devoted to Eris, and a wildly competitive Illyrian, will not let his High Lord down.

But Viv and Kallias have some tricks up their sleeves...

Snippet of Chapter Two: To Take is below the divider or over on ao3!

“We go until one of the pets uses their safeword or signal. First to tap out has to host Rhysand and his entire Inner Circle during the Seasonal Court Summit.” 

Eris smirked at the terms as Kallias smiled with cruel arrogance. Azriel knew his family was a lot—Rhysand and Feyre with their heavy handedness, Nesta and Cassian fucking on every surface, and Mor and Amren, who raided the wine cellars of any estate.  He loved them and was allowed to visit when he desired, but his home was with Eris. 

Azriel would not let his High Lord down. 

“We should determine safe signals.” Eris added. He drummed long fingers against the table top. “My pet’s mouth is engaged more often than not. So he’s trained to tap three times.” 

The Autumn Lord dragged Azriel up by his elbow to lean against his side, his pet now half on his lap. He let his other hand thread through the Illyrian’s curls, then tugged his head to the side.  “Lips like these, Kallias, I’m sure you can understand.” 

A flush bloomed up the column of Azriel’s presented throat. He took the chance to study the male who would use him. 

Kallias was attractive in the way all powerful High Lords were. Magic rolled off him in waves and his broad shoulders tapered into a solid chest and waist. His chiseled jaw was squared with a slight cleft that Azriel felt the urge to lick, and his mouth, set in a stern line, was full. 

But while his skin was moon-pale and clear, it lacked the glow Azriel had come to love, and the smattering of golden freckles along a sloping nose. Kallias’s hair was a white silken sheet, a blank canvas to Eris’s cacophony of copper-red and gold. 

Kallias’s gaze was fixed on Azriel’s mouth once more; he watched the Singer with predatory lust. The Illyrian could admit he was aroused at the thought of this powerful High Lord’s desire, of him using Azriel’s body while Eris watched. 

Eris must have sensed it too, for he loosened his hold on Azriel’s hair and slipped a hand into his robe. He pinched a single nipple, flicking the gold hoop, and tugged the chain. “He’s caged right now. I haven’t decided if I will allow you access to his cock or his ass. I won’t give you both.” The High Lord of Autumn took a sip of  wine and appraised his pet. 

“Keep him caged. I want his holes.” Blue eyes traveled from his mouth down the length of his now exposed chest and abdomen.  

Eris smirked at this confession and Kallias immediately realized his error. He’d revealed too much and given Eris the upper hand. 

“Very well. His cock stays locked up. I want access to all of her.” He nodded in Viviane’s direction. She was still, listening to the terms as well. 

A muscle feathered in Kallias’s jaw. He did not want to share his pet in her entirety, but after a moment of hesitation, nodded in agreement. “Fine.”  He sat back in his chair, arms crossed his chest. “What is off limits?” 

Azriel was secure in the knowledge that Eris knew his boundaries— when pleasure shifted to pain. 

Eris hummed, affecting a thoughtful look. “No breaking skin. I don’t want to see a lasting mark on my pet.” 

Kallias glanced down at Viv, his expression thawing during their silent exchange. The High Lord nodded and looked up at Eris. “Same.” He paused, knowing it was his turn to make a term. “No strikes to the face. Do not touch her face.” A small whimper of appreciation came from beneath the table. 

Eris nodded. “Fair. Faces are off limits.” He glanced quickly at Azriel, then back at the High Lord. “Wings are off limits as well. Don’t damage or injure Azriel’s wings, Kallias, or we’ll have an issue.” His eyes took on a vulpine glow and a shiver ran along Azriel’s spine. Viv shuffled from her spot on the floor. 

Kallias’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t like being threatened, Eris.” 

Autumn’s Lord leaned back and affected a casual tone. “It's not a threat, frostling, just a warning.” His gilded eyes burned into the other male’s, waiting. The two powerful High Fae remained unbending, sharpened canines bared. Eris sat with a preternatural stillness, waves of heat pulsing from his lithe form.

A log popped in the hearth, breaking the spell. Kallias offered a tight, chilly smirk. “Fine. I will not leave marks upon or strike his pretty wings. But I will be enjoying them. I’ve been wanting to know what  Illyrian wings feel like and I shall.” 

Blue eyes pinned Azriel to his spot where he was once more kneeling on his pillow. “Don’t worry, pretty toy. I’ll make it good for you,” Kallias purred.

Arousal rushed Azriel followed by shame. He only wanted his High Lord—only came undone for Eris. But when he peeked up from beneath his lashes, golden eyes were watching with thinly veiled amusement. Eris knew his pet was enjoying the attention. 

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Part 2 of sapphic Azris for the final day of @azrisweek Part 1 can be found here.

“No,” Azriella hissed, even as she closed her eyes and leaned back, lost in the dizzying sensation of having Eris so close to her.

“Why deny yourself?” Eris asked softly. “Rhysand and I are allies now; you have nothing to fear.”

Azriella swallowed. “I-I can’t. I can’t like women.”

Azriella opened her eyes and found Eris angling her head at her. “Why not?”

“It’s-it’s wrong,” Azriella managed.

“Why? If we both want it, what is wrong about it?”

Inside Azriella warred what she had been taught her entire life and what she really wanted. “A female is incomplete without a male by her side,” she said.

Eris scoffed. “That is the rhetoric of weak-minded male who cannot stand to see women happy without a man by their side. Stop denying yourself, Azriella. Give in to me.”

So, Azriella gave in. Slid her hand into Eris’s hair and pulled her into a kiss. She tasted like strawberries and cinnamon and crackling embers. She tasted like power and liberation, and Azriella was already intoxicated.

Eris shoved her deeper into the couch, and Azriella felt herself get wet. Eris must have sensed it too, because she smirked. “So, you like giving up control, hm?” she mused, sliding her hand under Azriella’s shirt and pulling it off. Then she whispered, “Good thing I love power.”

Sometime later (Azriella lost track of time), Eris smoothly put her clothes back on and moved back to her seat as if nothing had happened. It was jarring for Azriella, to say the least. They had just had sex; wasn’t she going to say something?

“Here’s the thing, Azzi,” Eris said. “Rhysand refused to help me overthrow Beron and Nesta refused to marry me, so I’m getting very little from this alliance.”

Azriella crossed her arms, feeling her loathing for the arrogant Autumn Court heir return. “I literally saved your life from Briallyn,” she hissed. “Was that not enough for your royal ass?”

Eris smirked at the insult. “Considering my alliance got you through two wars, protected your precious Morrigan, not to mention me not seeking revenge for my soldiers you tortured and killed? Absolutely not.”

Azriella gritted her teeth. “Go to hell, Eris.”

“Already been there.”

“Do you have a witty comeback for everything?” Azriella demanded, slamming her fists against her chair. Eris in response, slowly looked Azriella up and down, a sultry smile on her face. “You already know the answer to that one.”

Azriella felt herself heat up, both in embarrassment and desire. It had been a moment of weakness to let Eris touch her. She should’ve known better than to give herself to the devil. Alas, it was too late now.

“Nevertheless, I only want one thing, and it is not a huge demand,” Eris continued as if she hadn’t alluded to their heated fucking earlier.

Azriella closed her eyes for a moment before opening them. Watch your temper, she had been told numerous times as a child. It is unbecoming of a female. It was why she buried her anger inside her, only to come out in the heat of battle. But somehow, Eris brought out the worst in her every time. “What.”

“You.”

Azriella felt a slick heat grow between her legs once more, furious at herself for being so weak. “What?” she breathed.

“You’re a spymaster, aren’t you?” Eris asked casually. Oh. Right. Azriella pushed herself out of her delusion. “A pretty pathetic one, to be sure, but if you’re trained up a bit, with those shadowsinger powers you’d be exceptionally useful for me.”

More embarrassment as Azriella recalled how easily Eris had caught her spying on Autumn Court lands. “What do you need me for?” Azriella hissed.

Eris chortled. “Isn’t it obvious, shadowsinger? I need you to help me kill Beron.”

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"but my bare hands paved their paths" - Azris one shot

Summary: Eris and Azriel have a fight about whose family they're going to spend Solstice with this year and Eris makes a terrible mistake. One-shot.

Word count: 3,557

CW: nfsw smut

Read on AO3 here.

Written for @azrisweek 2025

but my bare hands paved their paths

“Because I left my family for you!”

Azriel’s voice, hoarse from fighting, rang out in their rooms, echoing off the walls.

Eris froze for a moment before he found his words. “I thought I was your family, too.”

“You are,” Azriel bit out tightly. His eyes softened. “Of course you are, Gingerbread.” 

A beat of silence echoed between them.

“This is the first Solstice ever that my family can be a real family,” said Eris. “The first year without Beron. The first year that we’re not all puppets doing his bidding in an effort not to get burned. I need to be here for them.”

“This is the first Solstice since I left and moved to Autumn,” retorted Azriel, his wings tucked in so far they were nearly touching. “Solstice is so important to Rys and Cassian, plus it’s Feyre’s birthday, and I want them to know I haven’t completely abandoned them.”

Eris blew out his breath in frustration. They’d been at this fight for an hour. He’d thought that after so many centuries together, hiding in secret, that once their relationship came out into the light everything would be easier. But it seemed like they only had new problems now. Like where to spend Solstice this year.

“You have a lifetime of Solstices ahead of you to be with your brothers. The brothers you don’t even like!” Azriel growled. “And your mother is going to be in Day Court with Helion.” 

Rage suffused his body at Azriel’s dismissiveness. Eris clenched his jaw and rubbed his gritty eyes. “I can’t take any more of this tonight. I’m going to sleep.”

He stalked off to their bedroom and shed his clothes down to his underwear, his skin hot and prickling from their fight. 

Flinging himself into bed, Eris extinguished the lights. Petty, he knew. Azriel could get undressed in the dark just fine, but occasionally he needed to sleep with the lights on, and usually Eris would ask him if he preferred them left on before they went to bed. 

Eris took some deep breaths to try to calm down, then shifted to lie on his side, facing the wall. 

A few minutes later, Azriel walked in on silent footsteps, as he always did. His clothes rustled as he took them off and dropped them in the basket, then the bed dipped under his weight. 

Eris didn’t turn over. Rage still simmered inside of him.

Azriel sighed into the darkness and the bed shifted again as he moved. His hand brushed down over Eris’s bare arm.

The anger smoldering within Eris ignited and he yanked his shoulder away from Azriel’s touch. He heard the sharp intake of Azriel’s breath, and Eris bit out, “I don’t want to be touched right now.”

Azriel didn’t say anything and rolled over. The sound of his wings shifting whispered in the room.

A twinge of regret creeped through Eris, but the anger quelled it. Azriel remained still and silent, and after a long time, Eris finally drifted off.

****

The shout that woke him was deeply familiar. Azriel’s nightmares woke them both quite often. Eris felt the bed shift, and he twisted and rose up on his elbow, catching sight of Azriel’s bare back as he stumbled towards the open balcony off their bedroom. In the dim room, his wings looked like black voids in front of his body. 

The sheer curtains separating the room from the balcony billowed in the night air as Azriel slipped past them. Since Eris’s magic always kept the room warm, there weren’t any doors.

Eris lay on the bed for a moment, propped on his forearm. His other hand scrubbed over his face. The fight and the anger rushed back as he shook off sleep. The anger was muted, but still lingered, curled within him. 

Eris wondered if Azriel had flown off. He occasionally took flights after bad nightmares, but usually it was enough to bury his face in the crook of Eris’s shoulder while Eris rubbed his back. It was quite strange for Azriel to leave the bed immediately. Eris assumed he was still angry too. 

When Azriel didn’t come back after a couple minutes, he gave into the slight worry niggling at him, climbed out of bed, and padded barefoot outside to see if Azriel was still on the balcony. 

He was. 

Half bent over, wings shaking, gasping for breath, Azriel’s two scarred hands gripped the balcony railing like it was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

All the remaining anger eddied out of Eris like the sea’s tide going out. 

He hurried over and ducked under Azriel’s left elbow, standing in the lee between his outstretched arms, before his bowed form.

He took Azriel’s face in both of his hands. 

“Bunny,” he whispered, his pet name for him, which Az pretended to hate but Eris knew he secretly loved. Eris had started calling him that centuries beforehand, early in their relationship, because he once joked that the way the tucked-in Illyrian wings stuck up over Azriel’s head resembled bunny ears. 

“Breathe, Bunny.” 

Eris ran his hands through Azriel’s sweat-damp hair, down his neck, his bare shoulders. Tugging Az up by his neck, Eris caught sight of the tears running down his face as he gasped for breath. 

“C’mon, love, slow deep breaths,” Eris murmured, dragging his thumbs back and forth over Azriel’s cheekbones. “It’s okay, Bunny. Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.”

Azriel’s arms shook beside Eris’s hips as he struggled to exhale more slowly. Gradually his breaths deepened and slowed against Eris’s continuous stream of soothing words, and he rested his forehead on Eris’s shoulder, tucked into his neck. Eris pressed a kiss to his hair and Azriel let out a tiny sigh.

Eris never stopped running his hands over Azriel’s skin, over his face, his shoulders and arms. As Azriel calmed down, Eris smoothed over his deltoids, his muscled forearms, back to Azriel’s hands which were still gripping the balcony railing. 

But when he brushed over the scarred skin, Azriel jerked back, tucking his hands behind him. His eyes were shut and his face was twisted up. He breathed heavily through his nose.

Eris froze. “Az,” he murmured.

Shock and horror sluiced through him. Time drew out, slowed and sharp. There was a dim roaring in his head as the scene from earlier played in his head.

Eris swallowed, his dry throat. He felt like he was walking on the edge of a cliff. His heart beat furiously. 

“I didn’t want to be touched,” he whispered. “It had nothing to do with your hands.” 

Azriel didn’t move, his shadows swarming around him. Only his brow tightened, which told Eris everything he needed to know. 

“Look at me, Azriel,” Eris implored. “Please.”

His eyes cracked open. Darkness lurked in them. Distrust. 

It broke Eris’s heart.

“I was mad,” Eris confessed, trying to swallow again. “I just didn’t want to be touched.”

Azriel hadn’t moved, his hands still hidden behind his back. 

Eris pressed on. “It had nothing to do with your hands,” he said. “Nothing. You know how much I love your hands. If you had put your foot on me, I’d have reacted the same way. Cauldron, if you’d have put your dick on me I’d have reacted the same way, and you definitely know how much I love your dick.”

The corner of Azriel’s mouth ticked just a tiny bit. It gave Eris enough hope to keep going.

“You know how much I love your hands,” he repeated, urgency coloring his voice. “I’ve told you ten thousand times. I’ve kissed them ten thousand times. I’ve put salve on them ten thousand times. Please,” he begged, “Please don’t let one second of me being stupid and angry erase that.”

Eris could feel pressure building behind his eyes, Azriel’s motionless figure going blurry. “I’m so sorry, Bunny. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He took a shaky breath. “I didn’t—” Tears welled, then one spilled down his left cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you doubt four hundred years of—of—”

Azriel suddenly moved, reaching out to cup Eris’s face, his thumb swiping away the wetness there. Eris inhaled sharply and leaned his face into the curve of Azriel’s hand. 

“I know, Gingerbread,” Azriel murmured. “I know you didn’t.”

Warmth flooded his veins, heating the ice that chilled them, the ice his magic couldn’t seem to touch.

“Come here,” Azriel said, dragging Eris closer by his neck, embracing him. Eris slipped his arms around the small of Azriel’s back.

He heaved a sigh, his body relaxing in Azriel’s arms as the adrenaline slowly leaked out of him. 

A while later, a calm quiet floating between them, Eris pulled back a little, reaching up to brush Azriel’s hair back from his forehead. “I just remembered that we didn’t put salve on your hands tonight.”

Azriel’s brows went up slightly. “Because you flounced off to bed.”

“I did not flounce!” Eris sputtered.

“You flounced,” Azriel said, a ghost of a smirk playing on his face. “Even though I was pissed, it was still kind of cute.”

Eris rolled his eyes then met Azriel’s gaze. He bit his lip timidly. “Will you let me put salve on now?”

Azriel searched his face for a moment. Eris held his breath. “Say you flounced off to bed and I’ll let you.”

Eris sighed dramatically. “No.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“Fine, I flounced.” Eris glared at him playfully. “A little bit.”

Azriel’s lips curved. “I’ll accept it.”

***

Eris lit the lamps while Azriel got into bed, sitting up against the headboard, his wings arranged around him. Padding to the bathing room to get the salve, Eris glanced back at Azriel who was focused on pushing the sheets down with his feet. Warmth curled his chest that had nothing to do with his magic.

After retrieving the jar from the counter where they always kept it, Eris crawled into bed, climbing on top of Azriel to straddle him, seated in his lap. 

The salve helped with the lingering pain of the scars and his hand flexibility. Massaging it in was something Eris had done every night they were together, and now that he was High Lord and Azriel had moved in, it was nightly. Azriel would always roll his eyes and mutter that his two hands could rub themselves perfectly fine, but Eris insisted. It was his favorite time of day. And Az wouldn’t admit it but it was his too.  

The familiar menthol scent of the salve floated up between them. Eris cupped a hand around Azriel’s neck and leaned forward to capture his lips in a slow, gentle kiss, tangling their tongues together. Azriel’s large hands gripped Eris’s thighs, running up and down them.

Eris finally pulled back, smiling down at Azriel. He picked up one of the scarred hands off his thigh and drew it up and dropped a kiss on the whorled skin. He did it again, holding Azriel’s gaze.

Something flickered in Azriel’s eyes, then disappeared.

Dipping his fingers into the salve, Eris spread it over Azriel’s hands, working it into the grooves and ridges. Every inch of those scarred hands had been long committed to memory. 

Azriel glanced down from time to time, but mostly met Eris’s eyes, though there seemed to be an edge of nerves in those hazel orbs, in the way his teeth worked as his lower lip.

Eris dipped his head down to capture them, kissing him softly.  

When he pulled away, Azriel mumbled, “I could do this myself, you know.”

“Shut up. I’m doing it and you can’t stop me.”

Azriel’s gaze flickered down to his hands and then back up to Eris, a small smile on his face.

They were quiet for a minute as Eris worked. He weighed if he should leave the moment or broach what had been tumbling around in his head. 

Throwing caution to the wind, Eris said in a soft voice, “I know it seems like I don’t like my brothers.” Azriel went still. “But I’ve never known them outside of the shadow of Beron. I want to give them a chance to show who they actually are.” He sighed. “I want to see if we can be a real family, instead of a group of vipers vying for self-preservation.”

Azriel searched his face. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That I upset you so much. That I threw it in your face that you didn’t like them.”

Eris shook his head. “You weren’t wrong. I just don’t want it to be that way. And it feels like this could be our first chance, and I need to take it. And if I let the moment pass by…” He trailed off.

Azriel was quiet for a moment. 

“Maybe,” he began, his voice raspy, then cleared his throat. “Maybe I could ask Rhys if he’d push dinner back an hour, and you could move Autumn’s forward an hour, and we could…do both.” His voice rose a little at the end, almost but not quite a question.

Azriel’s hands were nearly dry by now, the salve fully absorbed into the scarred skin. Eris ducked his head down to kiss them again. 

He straightened. “Are you going to rub my belly after I’ve eaten two dinners?”

Azriel snorted. “Sure, Gingerbread, I’ll rub your belly. Even though I’ve seen you eat four dinners and be perfectly fine.”

“You promised to never mention that night again!” Eris exclaimed hotly, prompting Azriel to unleash a silent laugh, the bed shaking beneath them.

“Okay?” Azriel asked after he calmed down. 

“Okay,” Eris responded, nodding. He pressed his lips together for a moment, his hands still running over Az’s scarred ones. “Are we okay?” 

Azriel nodded. “Yeah. We’re okay, Gingerbread.”

The remaining tightness coiled within him loosened, then dissolved. Eris wrapped his arms around Azriel’s neck and kissed him, softly, then with more urgency, and Azriel responded. Heat blossomed between them, intense, scorching. 

He drew his nails down Azriel’s upper back, down to the branches of his wings and fingered the tough membranes there, making Azriel hiss into the kiss and his cock jerk under Eris. He ground down on it, feeling the length thicken against his balls, his own cock hard in his black undershorts. 

Azriel massaged Eris’s dick through his shorts, and a soft moan escaped from him before he recaptured Azriel’s mouth, their tongues sliding together.

“I want to fuck you,” Eris murmured. “I want to take care of you.”

“Yes,” Azriel answered, licking at Eris’s neck. 

Eris pulled away, rising off Az’s lap and dragging him forward by his arm to twist and lay across the bed, wings splayed out.

He looked down at all that golden skin, gleaming in contrast against the darkness everywhere—dark hair, dark wings, dark underwear, dark shadows, dark sheets. And the glorious darkness he knew lay inside his shadowsinger. 

With a flick of fire magic, both of the shorts they were wearing burned away. Azriel narrowed his eyes playfully. 

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t like fire near my dick?”

Eris grinned. “How many times do I need to suck your dick for you to know I’d never let anything happen to it?”

“Once more, evidently,” Azriel retorted. An old game of theirs. 

And like always, Eris complied, expertly taking the thick cock deep down his throat. A groan punched out of Azriel’s chest. 

Eris’s tongue dragged up his length as he pulled back, sucking on the crown, and then flicked along the largest vein on his way back down. His throat rippled around the member, making Azriel thrust up involuntarily, his hips jerking. 

Azriel might excel at rimming, but sucking cock was Eris’s speciality and it never failed to make Az wild.

“Want—want you inside of me,” gasped Azriel moments later, his hands clenching and unclenching around the bedsheets. 

Eris pulled off, pressing his tongue into Az’s slit one last time, making him curse, low and dirty. 

Summoning oil from the pocket, Eris coated his fingers, then breached Azriel’s hole. He stretched Azriel slowly, soon adding a second finger, then crooked them together, firmly stroking the bundle of nerves that sent a stream of babbling filth tumbling from Azriel’s mouth. 

Eris smirked. There was nothing he loved more than reducing Azriel to this. 

“Need your cock now,” Azriel begged. “Please, Gingerbread, please give it to me.”

By now Eris was three fingers deep, rhythmically stimulating Azriel’s prostate. Azriel reached down to stroke his own cock, seeking relief, but Eris slapped it away. 

“That’s mine, and I say when it gets touched,” Eris growled. 

A dark red flush suffused Azriel’s chest and cheeks. He moaned. But obeyed. 

“Please,” he whined, “Please put it in me.” His fingers were twisted so tight in the sheets that Eris wondered if they’d rip. 

“No,” Eris said, “You have to earn my cock in your ass.” 

He slicked up his dick with oil using his other hand, just to drive Azriel crazier.

“Eris, please—”

“Tell me how much I love your hands.”

Azriel lifted his head and glared at Eris. Then he dropped it back to stare at the ceiling. The blush in his cheeks deepened. 

“Tell me how much I love your hands,” Eris repeated, mercilessly dragging his fingertips over the spot inside Azriel that was making his cock leak like a faucet, pearls of liquid gleaming at the tip and then dripping down the sides and pooling in the deep grooves of his abs.

Az moaned again but didn’t say anything.

“Tell me—how much—I love—your hands,” Eris demanded, punctuating each phrase with a curl of his fingers.

Azriel broke. “So much,” He sobbed out the words, “You love my hands so fucking much, they’re your favorite part of me, you think they’re so hot, you love them, you love them, you love them, please, please—”

Eris pulled his fingers out, and slid his cock into Azriel in one smooth motion. Azriel cried out in relief. Setting a fast pace, Eris had one hand on his shoulder for leverage and the other hand slipped into Azriel’s, intertwining their fingers against the sheets.

Azriel’s legs wrapped around Eris’s waist and his cock bobbed between them, dark red and straining. Eris took his lips in a bruising kiss, then bit his way down Azriel’s neck to the sound of nonsense flowing out of his mouth. Begging and pleading.

Soon Eris pulled back and withdrew from Azriel’s hole. Azriel let out a dismayed, broken noise. 

“Turn over,” Eris murmured, and he complied, scrambling onto his hands and knees. 

Eris moved his knees on the inside of Az’s, coaxing them wider, and re-entered him smoothly, then tugged him back by his hips so they were both kneeling, lined up chest to back. Eris’s arm was wrapped around his chest and Azriel clutched his hand like a lifeline.

Azriel’s wings fluttered every time Eris’s cock hit his prostate, signaling how close he was.

“Okay,” Eris rasped, close to losing control himself, “You can touch your dick now, since you begged so beautifully for me.”

Azriel’s hand immediately went to grip his cock, his body sagging in relief as he stroked it. Eris brought his own hand down and wrapped it around Azriel’s, both of them jerking him off together. 

“Such perfect hands,” he crooned in Az’s ear, “Wrapped around such a perfect cock.” Azriel moaned and his head dropped back onto Eris’s shoulder. “Every inch of you is fucking perfect. All that perfect skin. All that beautiful darkness underneath it.”

Azriel clenched around Eris as he erupted, his come spurting across his chest and abs, over both of their hands. Eris gasped as his own orgasm washed over him, coming deep within Azriel’s ass. 

They both fell forward, Azriel’s wings still quivering, and Eris dropped kisses down his spine as his breathing eased. 

Sitting back, Eris withdrew slowly, then watched his come drip down Az’s leg, smirking with satisfaction at it for a moment, before he erased both of their releases with a snap of magic.

Azriel was still crumpled on his hands and knees. Eris twisted on the bed to lay back against the pillows, dragging Azriel by the wrist to curl up against his side. 

Kissing Azriel’s forehead, Eris murmured, “Love you, Bunny.” 

He could feel Az smile against his skin. “I love you too, Gingerbread.”

They lay there for a moment, cuddling. Eris reached out to take Azriel’s hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the scarred skin, before resting it on his chest, his own hand covering it. 

Azriel yawned contentedly before peering up at Eris. “That was a little mean,” he said ruefully. 

Eris played dumb. “Which part?”

Rolling his eyes, Azriel responded, “You know which part.”

Eris laughed. “You can pay me back later.”

“Don’t worry, I intend to.”

Eris kissed him. “Looking forward to it.”

Azriel laid back against him, his nose tucked into the crook of Eris’s neck, while Eris nuzzled his forehead. 

“You want me to leave the light on tonight?” Eris murmured into his skin. 

Mumbling a little, Azriel nodded against him. 

Eris dimmed the lights to the level Azriel liked, and then drew the bedsheets over them.

“Goodnight, Bunny,” he whispered. Azriel was already asleep.

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You Can't Taint What's Already Tainted: Azris fic

For @azrisweek Day 7: Free Day (aka I finished this last minute)

Rated Explicit | 1/3 chapters | 3,812 words

Main Tags:

Inner circle critical, Rhysand critical, POV Eris, reference to torture, body mutilation, ACOSF, angst, secret relationship, angst / comfort, making up, eventual sex

Summary:

"Your soldiers were enchanted by Queen Briallyn and Koschei to be mindless killers. They attacked us in the Bog of Oorid, and we were left with no choice but to kill them."

"And yet two survived. Now convenient. I assume they received Azriel's particular brand of interrogation?" Eris's voice dripped disdain.

"We could only manage to contain two," Cassian said tightly. "Under Briallyn's influence, they were practically rabid."

A two-shot fic about Eris's missing soldiers attacking the IC in The Bog of Oorid under the enchantment of the Human Queen and the Crown, and how their deaths and torture complicate Eris's and Az's secret relationship. Picks up right after Cassian and Nesta have their meeting with Eris in Spring in ACOSF ch 43. Very Inner Circle / Rhys critical because I just can't help it

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Anger struck Eris' heart, and his fists tightened at his sides. But he found himself staring not at his abused soldiers, but at the male who stood behind them.

The darkness of the cell became Azriel. His black Hewn City-style tunic sank into the wall, and his shadows were wrapped around him like a tight blanket. They slowly whirred and vibrated around him as a collection of dark snakes, so much so that he could barely be seen. But his eyes…his eyes were stark, and the whites of them shone like diamonds against the steely hazel. 

Eris stared at Azriel, his fists feeling like weights. Azriel refused to meet his eyes. A surge of frustration ripped through Eris, but he found himself unable to look away.

He was so beautiful that Eris could barely stand it. His lips were riddled with memories of their trysts, and his brown cheeks flushed so wonderfully in the cold. 

Gods, what was wrong with him…how the fuck could he still find the male beautiful after this? He should be filled with immense hatred and distrust and a need to avenge.  He fucking did this. He did this to your soldiers. He killed them. He tortured them— 

But instead of hatred, he thought about what it would be like if Azriel shoved him up against the wall and fucked him bloody. They had done it many times before. Wild, hateful fucks after a meeting in the Hewn City. Quiet blowjobs in an abandoned guest chamber. But it was always cold and faceless, with no words exchanged and the ending as abrupt as the meeting. After a High Lord conclave, Azriel followed him down the wall and sucked him off in the foyer of an abandoned guest chamber. Eris remembered how the male wiped his mouth, glanced at him for barely a second, and then vanished into his shadows, leaving nothing behind him but the smell of lust and regret and Eris still gripping his aching cock.