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Azriel was sweaty.  Old Lady Tess had convinced him to chop wood again, much to the delight of the village ladies. Chapter 5 - Musings and Meetings - The Chairs

I commissioned the ever-talented @fourteentrout to help bring one of my favorite scenes in The Chairs to life. Mother Above, this is perfect in all ways. The shirtless Azriel with gauntlets and siphons, gorgeous tattoos, and the perfect expression. This male knows he is being exploited as eye candy, and while trying to be stoic, is amused. @fourteentrout's eye for detail is exquisite - just look at that face!

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Just your friendly reminder that when Azriel threatened to rip a tree out of the ground and fly with it on his back to the northern flank—despite his damaged wings—not only was Eris there, but we know he got badly hurt as well, seeing as he showed up to the Graysen estate with an ugly gash in his neck from said battle. You know of what I speak😏

Am I delusional? Yes. Have I yapped about this before? Also yes. But isn’t it wonderful how all these breadcrumbs are canonically there, even if they’re just the result of SJM eating a focaccia or something while writing?🤣

I sometimes wake up and remember these things, and they make me giddy like it’s Christmas. What’s your favourite Azris breadcrumb?

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AZRIS WEEK 2025

The Break

When you miss the Azris challenge deadline and accidentally spiral into 9,000 words on your favourite trope: only one bed.

Synopsis

The protective shield tethering Azriel to Eris malfunctions, forcing them into even closer proximity.

TW: sexually explicit, mildly dubious consent.

DAY 5 - Closer

“Are you always such a brat?” Azriel asks incredulously.

“Says the male who gets off on telling me what to do.” Eris bites, eyes still trained on the page.

“You loved it.” The spymaster growls.

Eris scoffs and rolls his eyes. Feeling the weight of Azriel’s gaze upon him, he keeps his eyes furiously pinned to his book, as though it is a lifeline, and tries not to blush. Perhaps ignoring the male will teach him a lesson.

“Look at me.” Azriel says sternly.

Eris freezes. There’s that voice again. It is imperative that he resists at all costs. He must resist. Luckily, the prince has a lifetime of experience adopting a mask of indifference under pressure.

“No thanks, little bat.” Eris smirks at his book, as though he’s reading something particularly amusing and far more interesting than his bedmate.

It happens so quickly the prince barely has time to yelp. Azriel pounces, yanking Eris’s legs until his back hits the mattress, and straddles his waist. Scarred hands bracket his head, closing the door on the cage of the spymaster’s body. The prince is trapped. Again. Eris miraculously manages to hold onto his book, and after the initial shock of the assault, he simply raises it again to block the view of Azriel’s ridiculous body looming above him.

“And people call me dramatic.” The prince snorts, staring intently at the words on the page and trying desperately not to think about the heat and the breadth and the heady masculine scent of the male above him. “Did you want something? I’m rather busy.”

“What did you call me?” Azriel demands, his voice low and dangerous.

“Hmm?” Eris asks, feigning deaf ears and suppressing a shudder. “What’s that, little bat?”

The prince can feel the spymaster’s glare burning a hole through the paper that separates them. Eris smiles triumphantly at his book as he might a co-conspirator. Azriel really doesn’t like that nickname. Further proving this point, the spymaster snatches the book out of the prince’s hands and throws it aside. Eris merely raises an eyebrow, fighting a smug grin as Azriel glares down at him.

“If you’re quite finished being a brute, I’m trying to read.” The prince levels a stern look up at the furious spymaster, hoping to rankle him even further.

It works. Azriel’s face is a picture of fury over the petty nickname. Eris forces himself to hold that intense gaze, and not stare at the twitching muscles in the spymaster’s chest and arms.

“Did you have something to say little bat, or are you just trying to intimidate me?” Eris asks, his tone mockingly polite. “I assure you, it’s not working.”

Liar.

“Call me little again, and I’m going to stuff something in that mouth and teach you a lesson.”

The prince swallows hard, his mask faltering. He doesn’t trust himself to speak. Azriel’s eyes flare triumphantly as Eris submits to silence.

Oh, fuck this guy.

The prince can admit that he is old enough to know better than to be so obstinate. This is surely a trap he’s walking into, one he doesn’t have the willpower to claw his way out of. But he’s not thinking about that, or the stern talking to he’d given himself earlier in the bath about recklessness. Right now the only thing he cares about is wiping that smug look off the spymaster’s face and pushing him even further into fury. There’s fire in the prince’s veins and mischief in his eyes when he opens his mouth defiantly to speak.

“Littl-“

Eris doesn’t even finish the word as a hand, rough skinned and broad, clamps over his mouth. He grabs at Azriel’s arm to tear him away but the brute is too strong. Shouting out, the sound of his protests are muffled by the gag of a palm. Eris starts bucking in an attempt to throw Azriel off, but the bastard just clenches his thighs around the prince’s hips, bringing their crotches dangerously close together. Eris tries and fails not to think about that as he attempts to physically overpower Azriel. He’s losing. Badly. By now, the spymaster has impressively managed to pin the prince’s wrists above his head with one hand, while still covering his mouth with the other. Glaring up at Azriel, Eris thrashes wildly, the motion creating a delicious friction between his thighs as he crushes against the male above him.

Oh fuck.

Could he use his fire magic to blow the bastard away or winnow them directly above the river to throw him off? Sure. But where’s the fun in that?

Eris stops thrashing and falls still. He’s going to get hard and make a fool of himself if he keeps moving against the firm pillow of Azriel’s ass and the inviting weight of his cock. The spymaster is panting above him and there’s a dark gleam in his eye, as if he can read the prince’s mind.

“You really are a brat, aren’t you?” The spymaster licks his lips, shifting his hips where he sits on top of the prince’s already swelling cock. The movement, too delicious to be anything but deliberate, sends a jolt of electricity through Eris. He groans into Azriel’s palm, and nips at the flesh there. A slow, dangerous smile curls the edges of the spymaster’s mouth.

The prince blinks slowly, like a cat, as if to say “You love it.”

Azriel finally removes his hand from Eris’s mouth and the prince gasps in a lungful of air. The heady scent of arousal, the spymaster’s and his own, floods his nostrils. All thoughts of retreat and of caution disappear.

“Ready for your punishment?” Azriel asks, dropping a hand to rearrange the thickening bulge of himself through the thin fabric of his undershorts.

Eris watches the movement like a fae starved. He licks his lips and nods. Azriel’s eyes darken and Eris feels the male shift and tense above him.

“No kissing.” The prince blurts a hasty reminder before his captor can pounce.

“No fucking.” The spymaster adds thickly.

The words sit hot and heavy between them as they assess one another. These are the rules. These are the boundaries. This is their agreement. Everything else is fair game.

“Deal.” Eris nods.

Full chapter on AO3.

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✨Azris first Starfall in Velaris ✨

Gave Azriel a slutty jacket to show off those Illyrian titties bc why not

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Can we as a fandom agree that Eris raised Lucien ?

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"But as Eris strode by … I could have sworn there was something like sadness—like regret, as he glanced to Lucien" -ACOWAR

What originally began as an azris sketch inspired by BMTH's Die4U- completely switched tracks to our autumn brothers having a moment 👀🍂

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If Prythian had fashion magazines you know this guy would be front-page material

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Azris Week Day 3: Contact - The Beginning and End of Friendship

Actually posting for day 7 of @azrisweek free day because I’m super late posting so it is what it is.

The long awaited part 2 from my Azris Week Day 3 story from last year. Sorry it took me a literally year. I apologize in advance because I’m quite sure this is not what anyone was thinking when I said there would be a part 2.

Read here on ao3

No snippet because that would ruin the surprise.

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I love the theory that Helion might be Eris’s father because they both have amber eyes, but I can’t help but think about how much more devastating it is if he isn't.

On the day of his birth, Eris's amber eyes shine up at the Lady of Autumn—such a familiar shade that her heart wonders.

But no. They're not the same gold. They don't hold the same warmth. Fire is no match for the sun.

Sometimes she pretends, though. She tells herself that his eyes are gold because his father's eyes are gold. It is easier to love him this way.

As he grows, traces of Beron etch themselves into his face. His jaw is sharp, his nose narrow. Cruelty drips like poison from his tongue. She holds room for him in her heart, but he will never be the son she would have chosen.

Centuries later, Lucien has come and gone. Sunrise, sunset. But Eris remains.

And when his amber eyes turn on her with anger, or hate, or—worst of all—the cold detachment she taught him, her pain is twofold. They're not the same gold, but they're close enough to rouse sleeping memories. Close enough to haunt her like a ghost.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

Thank you lovely, and you too @thesourcabbage 🫶

In This House

I think making Eris insane unlocked something in me because this remains my favorite thing I've written still.

2. wanna cut out both your eyes

Gotta thank Glass Animals for making bangers for this one, honestly I like how unhinged everyone got with this one 🥰

3. Inevitability of Hello

My fic child at the moment, it's SO FUN to write Azriel and Eris in couples therapy as a non-couple!!

4. Like a Dog at Your Door

Exploring Azriel's character, introspection, and throwing in one of my favorite tropes (still don't know the technical term for it). If I didn't have IoH it would be top three 🙂‍↕️

5. Tell Me

In an interesting turn of events, I absolutely love my first Azris fic. Usually looking back on my old stuff makes me cringe, but man I really love this little moment.

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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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Tamlin and Nyx in beast form, inspired by @witch-and-her-witcher's fanfic A Court of Chaos and Darkness

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Thank you @azrisweek for hosting this event and continuing to support this lovely community!! Has been so fun, I'm excited to see all the content I missed ☺️

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Thank you all so much for participating this Azris Week - we added over 50 fics to the Azris tag in just the past seven days! Some of you delivered with a work on each day, and some of you posted TWO, you beasts.

Stay tuned for the winner of the Hype Bat Challenge...

Day One: Creature Feature

Day Two: Slice of Life

Day Three: Contact

Day Four: Read Between the Lines

Day Five: Favorite Trope/AU

Day Six: Safe for Work

Day Seven: Free day

Azris Week Coundown: Playlist

Azris Week Countdown: Self-Spotlight

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Fic:

Bury your secrets by @lady-of-tearshed but my bare hands paved their paths by @lady-riel Day Seven incorrect quote by @lady-riel Faerie Dust by Anonymous The Hand by @thesourcabbage Mine, Chapter 2: To Take by @g00seg1rl and @jules-writes-stories Obscured Flickers by @nightsandflamess Sapphic Azris, Part 2 by @shadowqueenjude Scorching by @talibunny30 Sleepless in Summer's Airport by @mudandmire Untitled song lyrics by @ejkreader yea, though I walk Chapter 3: First of Fall by @brunetterebel010 You Can't Taint What's Already Tainted by @olenvasynyt

Art:

Art for Autumn's Blood by @ejkreader Art for Lemon Zest by @whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy Art of A Song of Bonds and Legacies (by @mistandmemories) by @bloodyplunder Day Seven art by @elleybug Day Seven art by @plumita-d-la-sangre Day Seven art by @rentfreeatticsquirrel Fan bindings of our bodies, possessed by light posted by @iftheshoef1tz

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Fic:

Autumn's Blood by @ejkreader Claws, Act II by @yurnattywrites Day Six incorrect quote by @lady-riel Good Passenger by @mudandmire Happy Hour by @thesourcabbage The meeting by @irithiadourden Mine, Chapter 1: To Have by @g00seg1rl and @jules-writes-stories Oh I want to be let in, not out by @lady-of-tearshed Unbidden by @whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy

Art:

Day Six art by @bloodyplunder Day Six art by @chunkypossum Day Six art by @climbthemountain2020 Day Six art by @elleybug

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