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Experiencing a canon event

(first love not working out but also not ending with a raging fight. Rather two people who realized they should've just remained friends and now have to navigate complex feelings to almost get back to the way they were before dating but it still won't be quite right. Knowing that if they stayed together they would've ended up hating one another but by breaking it off when there's still love a piece is wondering what if. Looking forward to the daily text message of a joke or video but knowing it's going too far to call them)

I bet if I could pull it together this would be a killer Azris fic though lol

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My Immortal - An Azris One Shot 🌶️

Azriel is an immortal desperate to retrieve centuries old love letters from famed archivist Gwyneth Berdara. But when he goes to get them from her, he comes face to face with the part of his past he's not ready to revisit yet. Eris Vanserra looks as beautiful as ever, with his cruel smirk and sharp words. And he's demanding the same letters as Azriel from Gwyn.

Read below for a snippet or here for the full thing.

“Gwyneth, how have you been?” Azriel asks.

“Hmm, busy. Repairing this, finding that. Same as always,” Gwyn answers vaguely, giving Azriel a hug before he enters the house.

“And your sister?” Azriel inquires, glancing around to the new art pieces decorating her walls from the last time he visited.

“She’s found something pretty interesting in the middle of Juniper City so she’ll be out a few weeks.”

Azriel only nods, letting Gwyn guide him to her office. She’s rattling off about the new books she’s found, and some repair work she’s had to do that was more difficult than usual. Azriel listens dutifully but as she opens her office door, her voice is replaced with a buzzing sound in his ears.

Standing at one of the packed shelves is the man, no the immortal, that Azriel curses the name of just about every night. Shoulder length scarlet hair, sharp cheekbones that fit the natural sneer of his full lips, eyebrows constantly peaked up in judgement, piercings up his ears that only highlight his amber eyes. Azriel almost turns and walks out the door when the face of Eris Vanserra of the Vanserra family turns to look him dead in the eye.

“Oh Azriel, this is Eris. Eris, this is Azriel.” Gwyn gestures between the two of them, seemingly oblivious to the way Azriel’s heart is going to pound out of his chest when those sharp eyes run the length of his body before snapping back up to his face. Their prolonged silence must capture Gwyn’s attention.

“Do you two know each other?” She inquires, her tone intrigued.

“No.”

“Yes.”

Azriel glares at Eris before turning to Gwyn.

“We must’ve met at a charity fundraiser for your archive, though I’m loathe to admit I’ve forgotten which. They all blend together.” He says sheepishly, though it’s all a front. Leave it to Eris to force him to cover their blunder, even though they agreed centuries ago they would deny knowing each other.

“Sure.” Gwyn doesn’t sound convinced but Azriel doesn’t worry too much. In her line of work she sees and hears oddities often enough that this flimsy excuse doesn’t makes it into the top of fifty of obvious lies she’s heard.

“Anyways, I have the letters you both requested from the archive, though there seems to be some missing. Also, no one’s asked for these letters, like, ever, so I was just wondering if you could tell me a little more about them.”

Azriel’s sure he’ll be the first immortal to die of a heart attack. He wants to scream out in protest, curse out Gwyn for dragging him in front of Eris with those letters in hand. More pressing, he’s dying to know why Eris also wanted to see those letters now.

With a glance at the other man, Azriel notes Eris’s pursed lips though his expression remains otherwise blank. Only Azriel, whose had a millennia to parse out his reactions, knows that the other man is just as thrown off kilter as he is. However, it’s Eris who answers first.

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ok ok ok i cant promise anything anytime soon but:

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Turns on Olivia Rodrigo's GUTS allbum for funsies and getting hit with one-shot after one-shot idea

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Care Less More Chapter 24

Summary: Azriel and Eris have some alone time, Eris trains Gwyn, and a surprise visit at the end. Read here for the full thing and below for a snippet.

Nothing more American than writing smut on independence day lol.

Eris ducks as another ball of green fire shoots by his head. A few feet away from him, Gwyn screams in frustration.

“You need to control your anger, it makes your powers irrational,” Eris says calmly. Gwyn only huffs in frustration, and Eris can tell that today is not the day Gwyn will take this lesson to heart.

“I was calm, I am calm, and yet I cannot make the fire do anything I command. It’s not working,” Gwyn proclaims.

“It’s not working because you don’t believe it will.”

“That’s not true.” Eris does his best to control his expression, though all he wants to do is roll his eyes at Gwyn’s petulant tone.

“You have powerful magic inside of you that you have been denying for various concerns. The only reason that your powers are not controllable are because you believe they are uncontrollable.”

“I do believe I can control them. Perhaps your teaching is just not satisfactory, given we’ve been at this for two weeks now,” Gwyn instantly responds. Eris stares at her flatly, wondering why the Mother had thought it a good idea to mix the stubborn of Spring and Autumn together in this whirlwind of a being. He looks at the sky and prays for strength.

“Perhaps you do not wish to learn. Feel free to leave and learn your powers yourself if you feel that would be more efficient.” Eris quirks an eyebrow up at her, knowing a challenge is written all over his face. Gwyn glares back, her pride warring with her desire to train her powers. He watches as she closes her eyes, most likely mind-stilling like the Valkyries of old once did.

Nodding his head at the resolve in her eyes to stay for their lesson, Eris holds out his hand again. Gwyn mimics the gesture.

“As heir to a High Lord and daughter of the Vanserra family, you have power beyond the ordinary High Fae. Some describe it as a well, imagining taking a bucket of water out of the well when they use their power. Others describe it as a muscle, an extension of yourself that can be strengthened and honed over time, but fatigues with overuse. Both have some merit to them. For now, find where your power is beneath the surface. Whether it feels like water or muscle, pull it to the surface. Ignite a flame in the palm of your hand.”

A small orange flame ignites in Eris’s palm at the same time that a green flame ignites on Gwyn’s hand. This part of the lesson is one Gwyn had mastered quickly, but Eris knew it was best to start at the beginning.

“The fire is yours, responding to your anger, fear, joy, and every strong emotion you may feel. You will need to learn to control your emotions when handling your fire, lest you burn something you love. Losing control means potentially burning those you love.”

Gwyn nods, her eyes flitting between Eris and the small flame in her hand.

“Good. You have the power to decide if the fire will burn or not. Hold out your other hand.” Gwyn does as commanded, and Eris puts his fire onto her palm.

“The fire does not burn you because I command it not to. It does not travel your palm because I command it not to. I am the master of this flame, and I will not let it control me.”

“I can feel it.” Gwyn says with wonder. Eris knows she doesn’t mean the physical attributes of the fire, but instead Eris’s control over the fire.

“Yes. With practice, you can learn how to feel another fire user’s hold over their flames. The most powerful of them can wrest control away.”

“Can you do that?” Gwyn asks. Instead of verbally answering, Eris stares at her until she gasps in pain, her green flame becoming warmer in her hand. He gives the control back to her but Gwyn stares at her hand in wonder.

“Similar to how daemati can look into someone’s mind and control their actions, we have the power to steal fire from others, controlling their power. As you can block a daemati with a mental shield, you can do the same with your fire. But that is a lesson for after you learn control. You need to learn how to use your powers before you can properly protect them.

Now, imagine your fire as not a flame, but as a bird. Watch.” Eris takes back his flame that was resting on Gwyn’s palm, transforming it into a bird that flies around the training ring before resting on his shoulder.

“Your flame responds to your command, but you need to be intentional. Vague commands lead to reckless responses from your power. See the bird in your head, and imagine instead if it was flames. But do not imagine a bird on fire, lest you harm a poor creature.” Eris instructs. He can visibly see Gwyn sorting out the difference between a flame in the shape of a bird and a bird on fire.

In her hand, the green flames jump a few times, appearing to form different shapes before wings appear, then a body, and finally a beak. Gwyn opens her eyes and smiles.

“I did it!” She exclaims. Despite his earlier irritation, Eris cannot help but feel her joy as well.

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I ship this ship because:

I have eyes

I can see

I am the smartest person in the room

I receive divine revelations about them in the dead of night, alone in my chambers

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Long haired Cassian SUE ME

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LOL can’t believe i spelled bass guitar as base the entire fic. Outing myself as someone who only casually and stupidly enjoys music

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the real reason azriel is frothing at the mouth about the mating bond and fantasizing about lucien challenging him to a blood rite is because he’s pissed off that elain got a vanserra and he didn’t. first eris doesn’t nasty make out with him in front of everyone when he body slams him during the high lord meeting, and now lucien’s off the market? its devastating. the only thing keeping him going is the fact that gwyn’s a snarky, stubborn redhead too and mama did NOT raise a quitter

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A Cazriel Heavy-Metal Band AU

Summary: Cassian has been in love with Azriel his entire life, and is going to lose his gods-damned mind if Azriel doesn't stop touching him on stage in front of hundreds of people.

A double post! More like clearing out the wips that were mostly done and should've been posted so long ago. Read here for the full thing and below for a snippet.

Now, they are on their national tour, and Cassian has fallen completely in love with Azriel.

He can’t help it, not with Balthazar pushing for all of them to be a little more flirty.

It’s part of our brand, Cassian. Haven’t you heard? We make baby-making music, Cassian. Just toss a wink, Cassian.

Cassian listened, adopting a signature smirk and wink combo to anyone with a phone in the audience. He got on his knees when the camera angle was just right. And he even practiced holding and playing the base a certain way to make it more suggestive.

But Azriel had gone a different route. A more difficult route, for Cassian at least. He took flirting as to mean flirt with his bandmates. While Cassian played with the audience, Azriel played with him. Technically he also flirted with Rhysand, though not nearly as much in Cassian’s opinion. Azriel loved to lean over the drum set to swipe a finger under Rhysand’s chin, but that was the furthest he ever went. With Cassian, Azriel went above and beyond what Balthazar required.

The first time he felt Azriel flush behind him, singing into his ear, Cassian nearly stopped playing. His breath caught and his whole body tensed, hyperaware of every spot he and Azriel touched. The crowd had gone crazy, but Cassian couldn’t hear more than the echo of Azriel’s voice in his ear or feel anything but the whisper of breath that brushed the back of his neck. As quick as it came, Azriel walked away, singing once more to the audience.

Then the touching started. The swipe of a hand across his neck, an arm wrapped around his waist, fingers tangling through his hair. Their audience loved it every time, cheering louder whenever Azriel played with Cassian. He knew that those videos were the most popular online, and he knew that’s why Azriel continued to do it.

One night Azriel’s hand dipped low down Cassian’s front, low enough to make his stomach clench and head fall back on Azriel’s shoulder. A fan got a particularly good photo out of that exchange, skyrocketing them in the trending categories on most social medias. Azriel and Cassian had laughed it off, but Cassian couldn’t shake the feeling of Azriel’s hands on his body. He saved the photo on his phone, constantly reminding himself of the possessive touch and look in Azriel’s eyes.

Because while Cassian had completely fallen in love with Azriel, they had never been anything more than friends. Azriel had never looked interested, and Cassian was content enough not to push him. Granted, Cassian had never really asked explicitly or implicitly whether Azriel would be interested in something more with him, but he wasn’t going to ruin a good thing by being selfish. Cassian knew that one day a lucky person would see just how wonderful Azriel is and sweep him off his feet, taking him away. But to date, nobody had been able to accomplish more than a single repeat night with Azriel, never able to convince him to stay longer. Azriel would always come up with some excuse about how they weren’t quite right for him, and Cassian would good-naturally pat him on the back in sympathy while privately reveling in the fact that Azriel was his for a little longer.

With Azriel teasing him in front of hundreds of people, and online for millions, Cassian was finding it harder to reign in his feelings.

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Whispers In My Ear, Part 3 of the Keep It Down Series

Summary: Azriel and Gwyn have had busy schedules keeping them apart for too long as far as Gwyn's concerned

Otherwise known as my short, pure smut apology to the Gwynriels who have been waiting a year for me to write the pairing again. Read here for the full thing and below for a snippet.

“Gwyn!” Nesta yells, snapping the red head back to the present before Emerie can successfully land a punch on her abdomen. The dodged blow doesn’t make a difference, as Emerie still ends up pinning Gwyn a few moves later.

“Distracted?” Emerie smirks from above her before letting Gwyn’s wrists go. Gwyn only growls, unable to produce a less feral response.

“Mother Gwyn, you have six children with the male, the cauldron knows how many attempts to produce such a number. Are a few weeks really such a problem?” The Illyrian female asks, offering a hand to pull Gwyn up.

“It’s been longer than a few weeks.” Gwyn mutters. Nesta snorts.

“Cassian and I were here a few days ago to have dinner with both of you.” She points out, unwrapping her own hands as the three Valkyries prepare to cool down.

“I had just returned from inspecting the new troops in Autumn.” Gwyn points out. “I was too tired after dinner for anything else. He left the next morning.”

“Is it really so bad?” Emerie asks. Gwyn levels a glare at her.

“When was the last time you were without the Morrigan for over a month?”

“Alright, alright.” Emerie puts her hands up in surrender. “You two are still going through your honeymoon phase almost three hundred years later. I get it.”

Gwyn huffs but remains silent for the rest of her cool down. The three department with a hug and promises to catch up another time with a girl's night. Then Mor arrives to collect Emerie while Nesta winnows to her house in Velaris. Left alone again, Gwyn makes her way to her and Azriel’s room, still scowling.

In their shower, Gwyn can’t help but think of Azriel. It’s too easy to let her mind slip away and imagine a large, firm body behind hers, pressing against her so nicely. His scarred hands would caress her skin so gently, causing it to pebble. As the water hit Gwyn’s front, he would graze every so lightly across her nipples with his fingertips before dipping down lower onto her stomach. He’d probably tease her more, bringing his fingers just above where she wanted, before starting the trek back up again. Gwyn’s neck tingled where he’d smile against it, pressing kisses to her skin while whispering about how beautiful she is, how he can hardly control herself.

The bedroom door opens suddenly, startling Gwyn out of her daydream.

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Care Less More Chapter 23

Featuring: Gwyn in the Autumn Court, References to Azriel and Eris getting freaky but not actually explicit this time, Bodhi losing his cool, more lineage revelations.

Read more under the cut or click here for the full thing!

“You have a soft spot for the Priestess.” Eris notes from next to Azriel, the rest of their entourage having already made their way inside.

“She was the first priestess to join Nesta’s training.” Azriel swallows, before continuing, “I was the first to find her in Sangravah, during the sack by Hybern.”

Eris says nothing, but brings Azriel in for a tight hug as the Illyrian breathes deep, forcing the gruesome images away.

“Nothing is going to happen to her here. Hybern’s men are dead, and any other man who thinks to commit the same atrocities to any female shall learn our fire’s fury.” Eris says it with such conviction, Azriel almost feels sorry for said hypothetical males. Almost, as he would be right beside Eris delivering his own dark punishments.

Azriel nods into Eris’s chest, taking a deep breath before standing tall.

“Our people await us, High Lord.”

“Our people can wait for us a moment longer, High Lord. Have you ever seen the leaves from your back? It’s a beautiful sight.” Eris purrs.

Azriel snorts. “Such poetry for a quick fuck in the woods.”

“Believe it or not, the lands fare better when the High Lord interacts with them. And you love my poetry.” Eris gives Azriel one of his most irritating smirks, so Azriel gives him one of his most shit-eating grins.

“I’ve never had to resort to poetry.”

“Fuck off.” Eris scoffs, before grabbing the Shadowsinger and winnowing them to a particularly empty field far away from anyone.

Azriel would never admit to his mate that Eris was right, the leaves do look better on his back. And maybe it was a trick of the light, but as Eris whispered sweet nothings into his ear, the leaves did start looking a bit brighter.

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crawling out of my cave to say i appreciate the shout out so much! And these are all amazing Azris fics/art, everyone should definitely check them out!

I just discovered azris is a thing like 30 seconds ago thanks to your blog

WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!

oh you sweet baby child. Your world is about to light up like Eris doing fireplay with Azriel's wings.

okay first on the agenda, some of my fave azris fics.

our bodies, possessed by light by @iftheshoef1tz

I'll Be Yours (Even If I Can't Tell Anyone) by @leafsandstarlight

What Lies Inside by @ofduskanddreams (they have tons of other azris fics on AO3 and they're all incredible)

A Court of Flames and Shadows by flamesandshadows on AO3 (idk who this is on Tumblr, but I'll link it if someone lets me know)

Burning Shadows by @withmychainzon (a WIP but 1000% worth it)

Care Less More by @melonsfantasyworld (also a WIP and also definitely worth it)

and a special honorable mention to @fieldofdaisiies who writes lots of incredible azris ficlets and is currently in the middle of an amazing fic A Court of Covert Desire

next up is art

this painting and also this painting by @krem-does-stuff (everything krem makes is absolutely fucking breathtaking)

this drawing from azris week by elizianna.the.one on insta

this drawing from @naariel

This drawing of Eris which isn't azris but lives rent free in my head by Castleintheskky. If you put it together with this gem of Azriel by @highladyvanserra then abracadabra you magically get azris.

and lastly I'll shamelessly plug myself

All my incorrect azris quotes

The Fight on AO3 (completed fic)

pls reblog with any great azris stuff I missed

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I have to add, while I appreciate comments on all my works, I’m not an anti-anything. Please don’t tell me you’re disappointed in a pairing I either chose to write or not write. Don’t tell me that you’re anti a background couple but love the main couple. Operate on the assumption that if I’m writing it, I like it. And if I’m not writing it, I still like the pairing. I do not have the time, energy, or desire to hate anything and want everyone to have fun. If a pairing is not for you but is in my work, please just don’t read it or ignore them. But do not come into my comments and announce that you hate them. Because at the end of the day, I, and other writers, are doing this for fun and not to win a make-believe war.

This whole Elriel and Gwynriel debate has turned into a very messy, toxic, and violent capture-the-flag event with every single word SJM has ever written, and it's both very upsetting and exhausting. The complete lack of respect for other people in the fandom just because they believe different theories or ship a different couple or whatever is ridiculous. Please just chill. If you find yourself mad enough to send unwarranted hate to a random artist because they made fun fanart of a couple you don't ship, maybe you need a glass of water and some food. Redirect that energy into taking care of yourself instead of tearing down others for no reason.

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You ever just realized how lucky you are that you did that weird thing that led to you being friends with the people you are friends with?

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Eris and Azriel - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @jodicreatesartwork

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Care Less More Chapter 22

Featuring: The High Lord meeting coming to an end, a feast filled with parent revelation and drama, and brief but gratuitous smut. Read here for the full chapter and below for a snippet.

Gwyneth Berdara, Valkyrie, Priestess, and recent co-victor of the Blood Rite. Or so Azriel had told Eris. He’s is still not quite familiar with Illyrian customs, including their brutish and violent tournament where they willingly kill their young soldiers in the name of survival of the fittest. But Eris wasn’t concerned with Gwyneth’s titles, impressive as they sounded, but rather her heritage.

“Lady Berdara. If I may have a word?” Eris interrupts Nesta, Gwyneth, and the Illyrian now known to him as Emerie’s, conversation. Nesta glares up at him and is about to snap what would surely be a delightful insult when the priestess touches her arm.

“It’s alright. I’ll be fine.” Gwyn reassures Lady Death. Eris is still not convinced her power is gone, given the silvery eyes staring at him with the coldest fire he’s ever felt. Quickly looking away, he finds no reprieve in Emerie either, her warm brown eyes promising violence. Nevertheless, her Valkyrie sisters let her go under their watchful eyes. Eris dutifully offers his arm, which Gwyneth takes tentatively.

“High Lord.” The red-head bows her head respectively. Eris smiles gently.

They slowly start circling the ballroom, the feast becoming more of a social event between the courts. Eris allows them a few paces of distance between the other Valkyries.

“Gwyneth. The Shadowsinger has told me much about you.” Eris tries to keep his voice as light as possible, not wanting to spoke the priestess.

“Just Gwyn. And I can hardly believe that Azriel has much to say about me.” Gwyn’s cheeks have a faint blush, and Eris can almost sympathize. He’s sure that the young female on his arm has most definitely thought about Azriel as more than her trainer. But that’s not really what he wants to talk to her about.

“Gwyn.” Eris sounds out. “A beautiful name. One not typically found within the Night Court.”

“My grandmother was a nymph from the Spring Court. Both my mother and me and my sister were conceived during Calanmai.” Gwyn speaks as though she’s rehearsed saying this information before.

“Your family must be very blessed, to have two generations conceived on such a sacred night.” Eris says, but his smile falls as he watches the priestess’s face close off.

“Blessed.” She whispers before clearing her throat. A smile returns to her face, but it’s much more strained than before. “Yes, High Lord, we are blessings from the Mother.”

“I did not mean to offend.” Eris says quietly.

“Of course not, my Lord. I take no offense.” Gwyn hurriedly reassures Eris, but doesn’t further elaborate. Eris decides now is not the time to press that particular matter.

“So,” Eris clears his throat, “I assume that means you are not familiar with you grandfather. Or your father.” Eris states, already knowing the answer.

“As you said, Lord Eris, my mother, sister, and I were blessings from the Mother on Calanmai. It is difficult to track parentage on a night where magic is flowing freely between participants.” Gwyn’s tone is closed off but Eris can’t help to laugh.

“That is the most diplomatic way I’ve ever heard someone describe what can only be known as a cauldron-blessed orgy.” Eris finds his amusement infectious, as Gwyn lets out a little giggle as well, her defenses coming down slightly.

“Well Lord Eris, one has to think of linguistic gymnastics in order to not imagine their grandmother and mother participating in, as you would say, a cauldron-blessed orgy.” Gwyn jokes with him. Eris feels a little bit of pride in getting her to relax slightly in his presence.

“I can sympathize. I’m sure you are aware that the formerly known Lady of Autumn, my mother, is now Lady of Day. Helion has become much to familiar with me.” Eris’s face scrunches in disgust, and there, Gwyn is laughing again. Eris tries not to let it show how much it pleases him that she looks happy.

“Back to you, though. Your grandmother and your mother hail from the Spring Court. Yet your paternal line remains a mystery.” Eris pauses before continuing, thinking it best to be direct. “You know, Berdara is an Autumn Court surname. One that bastards are given.”

Gwyn gives no indication of an outlash at the insinuation or distress. Rather, she cocks her head slightly and considers it.

“Well, I would not claim to be a child of mates or a married pair. But children of Calanmai are usually not referred to as bastards, High Lord.”

“Maybe not, but the Berdara surname is specifically for bastards of Autumn nobility. Something not widely shared, but known within the Forest House well enough to be able to find potential descendants.” Eris eyes Gwyn, who seems to be turning the information over.

“You believe that my mother is a product of Autumn nobility at Calanmai?” Gwyn questions. Eris shakes his head.

“No, dear warrior priestess. I believe you are.”