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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 and make it interesting...

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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Azris wedding WIP because I really just wanted to put Eris in a veil

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A moth to the flame

Day 5: Favorite trope/AU - Azris

tags: trans-masc azriel, female eris, some light sexual content...

ENJOY?

The ballroom was somber and quite a show-off, if you thought about it. High ceilings with dark sculptures all around, floating in history. Yes, it was quite glorious, Eris thought. She checked her posture before adjusting the modest but quite tight dress she wore.

The cobalt dress she wore had open-ended sleeves, with silver accents, a flowy but straight form, along with a silver-vine motif corset. Her burning copper hair had been meticulously pinned in a French plait. Lines of argent decorated her amber eyes, quite the contrast, but Eris had been born to be one after all.

She wasn't wearing her signature rings; instead, she had opted for some finger rings, in silver of course, she had plans, you see.

Pissing off the lovely moth surrounded by shadows, wearing this scandalous dress, and furthering political alliances, though it mainly consisted of exploiting Rhysand's massive ego.

Wandering around the room, she went to strangers, Hewn nobles mostly, and struck up a conversation, dignifying her status.

"What a bore," she thought. Most people gathered here could barely hold an interesting conversation with her. They paraded their children as if she would ever stoop as low as marry an idiot who thought only with his cock.

With a sigh, she went to get a glass. Hewn alcohol was probably one of Prythian's most potent drinks. That would be because of its main ingredient, which was mushroom.

The little droplets of Magic Mushrooms would be fatal for humans, but faeries had never been affected, though you could say that with the Bastardization of the Early era, faeries and High Fae alike knew its effect.

Drinking slowly would be the proper way of a lady, but Eris had a plan. You could say the Morrigan had inspired her, though her plan was a little more thorough. She had some wickedness to lay to rest, and only the shadows could know. With grace and subtlety, she went ahead into a random corridor, hoping her prey would get caught.

***

Azriel was this close to killing someone because of her, that fucking little tease with her stupidly charming scent and High Fae manners that made his blood boil with its fakeness and talent.

He stalked through the corridor she took with fervor and rage, ready to give her a piece of his mind with… He did not know. He only knew her face, with those starry freckles and infuriating voice, was a curse to him. A curse he needed to torture out of himself in the silence of night with his fingers dee- No, not finishing that thought.

The Shadows giggled around him in a presto, clearly enjoying his suffering as he walked faster and faster, chasing after that undeniably annoying scent of clover and maple. The closer he got, the stronger it got. The discreet spicy sweetness radiating from her scent made him slow down.

Was she perhaps doing some private, not-to-be-disturbed, quiet activity with someone? The princess of Autumn? Jewel of the High Lord, cruelest viper of the Seven children?

Azriel contemplated his options as his feet took him closer to Eris. Did he want to intrude on something so unimaginable, or did he want to embarrass (and possibly blackmail) the princess with her legs probably open getting fuck- Stop.

He decided that embarrassment was the more logical option as it would give him an advantage for his court.

"You seem completely convinced the flame of the oak is with someone," his Shadows sang with evident annoyance.

"Why wouldn't she be?" He sang back in equal annoyance.

Soon enough, he was in front of a closed door. Silence behind it. A glamour?

No, the Shadows simply answered, content to slip past the door without his approval.

Wait a damn minute, he asked them to come back, but they refused to heed his command.

"Well that sure took time, Shadowsinger," a sultry voice sighed in laughter.

***

The Shadowsinger had still not shown his pretty face as Eris lounged in a random room. Legs under her as her head laid on the arm of the sofa. She relaxed for the first time this evening, waiting for her prey. It was an activity she enjoyed with her hounds, not on her own, but alas, she had to.

She waited a few minutes before she extended her legs and slightly loosened her corset. Until Eris felt, more than saw, Shadows slither towards her, up her legs, around her chest, crawling near the apex of her thighs.

Hungry creatures, she thought with amusement.

Seconds later, the door swung open with her lovely moth behind it, face dead serious and fists tight. No bulge in his pants, but his arousal was clear in the air, though it was spicier than she expected.

"Enjoying yourself?" He interrupted her thoughts with that low voice of his. She had no response. Her lips twitched into a grin, but it didn't last long before the Shadowsinger had his mouth upon hers.

Slowly, she opened her mouth for him, savoring the taste and softness of his lips. His scarred hands roamed her body, grabbed and massaged her hips before lifting her skirts high up in a bunch.

His hand groped her thigh and placed it on his shoulder, fingers roaming there.

Sucking and kissing marks all over her collarbones, he bit hard on the junction between neck and shoulder, making her gasp and moan as his finger…well we can guess where that went.

Not wanting to be unmoving, she sought his pants, searching for his cock, but to her surprise, she found wetness and heard the famed torturer moan softly.

Ah. This. This was going to be interesting…

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@azrisweek Day 3 : contact

Faithful shadows and hounds. Their most reliable messengers.

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Jean takes the advice for some solo experimentation over on ptrn

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Working on TUH today

“Excuse me?” Violet stood a little straighter, arching a brow at Imogen. “Pick someone else to stand guard with Gamlyn.” “You told me Bodhi couldn’t be alone,” Violet challenged. “He won’t be. He’ll be with Ridoc.”

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Fourth Wing According to Jack Barlowe's Texts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66382684

A short drabble of what Jack Barlowe's texts might have looked like if he had a phone during Fourth Wing.

J MF'in BLow: u up CareBear: no

Spoilers for Iron Flame and Onyx Storm! Be warned!

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i think im ok and then i remember the last two chapters of onyx storm exist and then im Not Ok Again

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*Daddy Berwyn has added Xaden Riorson to the chat* *Xaden Riorson’s name updated to Brother Xaden*

Daddy Berwyn: Nice work on Deverelli, man Brother Jack: what happened on Deverlli? No one tells me anything in this cell Brother Jack: you gotta get me out of here, Xad Brother Jack: can i call you Xad? Brother Xaden: No 👎👎 Brother Xaden: Stop adding me to this chat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66381049

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Day 2 Slice of Life

Eris and his needy pets

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i actually love the idea of ridoc being such a hoe that he’s bugging the shit out of vi and xaden with jokes about being their third, much to xaden’s chagrin, but behind the jokes he’s actually being so serious.

he wants to be in riorgail’s bed soooo bad.

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Timshel

Summary: Compassion still doesn’t come naturally to Eris. As a child, it had been offered stonily, if offered at all, and even then only in the most stilted, unhelpful of sentences. But this is Azriel, who he has known twenty years. Azriel, who is trying not to cry over the death of his mother.

Or, a love story on two timelines.

For @azrisweek 2025, Day 1: Creature Feature.

Rating: E

Pairing: Azriel/Eris

Notes: this fic deals heavily with grief (specifically the death of a mother) so please be gentle to yourself. this fic also goes heavy on the rhys criticism. if that's not your bag, no hard feelings if you choose not to read! the title comes to me from East of Eden via Mumford & Sons, with the song of the same title.

thanks to @queercontrarian and @yams-77 for their beta reading skills, and a HUGE thanks to @secret-third-thing for her voice notes about financial crime that informed the portion of my notes simply entitled "crimes." this fic couldn't have existed without you!

Read now on ao3.

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Strange water - Part 2

Azriel x Eris

@azrisweek Day 1: Creatures

1,400 words

Part 1 Part 2

“You hear it too,” Eris observed when Lucien was silent for too long. The wind crudely ripped his younger brother’s hair from his braid, whipping around his handsome face, the more adventurous tendrils pulling toward the sea. 

Lucien blinked, his brown eyes adjusting to the sight of his brother as he turned away from the deep blues and grays of the waves.  

“No.” 

Eris watched him walk away from the cliff's edge and back toward the one-room hovel Eris now called a home. The wind slammed the door shut behind him. 

The grasses brushed his ankles where they slipped under his trousers as he made to follow. He stepped toward the salt-cured shack when a prickle of irritation crawled up the back of his neck. Eris paused and faced the waves once more. 

The sound of them crashing against the rocks far below echoed in his ear until it was all he could hear. 

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“You’re coming home.” Lucien’s voice forced him back into his body as Eris walked in the door. It shut behind him, and the silence made his ears ring.

Every step had the floor creaking around his boot as Eris approached the sink. He filled a glass with water as his eyes trailed back to the sea. A small, round window sat above the sink at just the right height for him to see outside without having to stoop; he was too tall for this place otherwise. Caked with years of salt and neglect, the view was still obscured. 

“Eris.” His tone was impatient, but patience was all Eris felt like offering. 

He drank deeply, the water cool against his lips, if not a little harsh from the minerals. Only when it was empty did Eris turn and face his mother’s youngest. The glass clacked pleasantly against the worn counter. 

“Home.” He repeated the word as if he didn’t understand its meaning. When his amber eyes met Lucien’s, his brother’s spine straightened like he saw something in them he hadn’t wanted to face. “I’m not interested.” 

“This has to stop.” Lucien protested, standing from his seat at the tiny kitchen table and following Eris to the far end of the room where he had begun tidying the papers on his desk. 

Eris felt the signal was clear. 

'I’m busy. Not today, thank you. '

He had no desire to throw the only family that he could stand out the front door, but he didn’t want the man to stay either. 

“Yes, it does.” Eris placed a stack of papers, just so, on the top of his desk, obscuring the titles of the books his brother would disapprove of. “If you’re staying in the town, I will have lunch with you tomorrow before you leave.” He knew something flashed in his eyes as he hissed the last words through his teeth. Lucien took a step back from him, his muscles going rigid. 

“Mother,” Lucien started, trying to appeal to whatever softness remained in him. “She didn’t want this. She made you promise, I was there, Eris I—” 

“She’s dead, Luci, and it wasn’t the water that killed her.” He said in a low, threatening voice. Air heaved from his lungs, and it took him some time to collect himself before he could continue. “Whatever her reasons were for not returning here were her own.” 

“You’re changing.” With Eris turned away, he easily snuck past and took a book from his desk. “Going mad more like it.” He mumbled, reading the title.

From the corner of his eye, Eris could see face after face of all the creatures that had been haunting him these months as Lucien flipped through the pages. He snatched the book away before his brother could settle on any of them.

“She’s gone, and her ghost is not worth this,” Eris repeated. “Live your life, Luci. Go north, where the flowers still grow, and find something worth living for.” 

“What are you living for?” Lucien asked, as if the answer might help him understand. 

Eris pressed a trembling finger down the book's spine in his hands. 

He didn’t answer.

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Silence settled in the immediate wake of Lucien’s retreat. Whatever his parting words had been, they were lost to the buzzing quiet in Eris’s head, the blissful moment of calm beckoning him to his notes. He sat in the desk chair, hoping it would hold his weight once more while he pored over the creatures tucked between the pages. Mystical and strange, legends and monsters, the kernel of truth he was chasing felt so far away. 

Quiet gave way to the howling wind as it whipped across the roof and rattled the walls, a familiar lullaby that rocked him into his dreams. 

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Eris was alone, or so he thought. It was rare to have the house in the forest all to himself. His father had gone on a business trip, taking his younger brothers with him. His mother must have gone too; the youngest still too attached to her. It felt strange to be left behind. 

He wasn’t a child anymore; at fourteen, it was about time he got to stay by himself. Their father was grooming the younger boys for a life in the business, training he had already been through. Still, he wished his mother had stayed. 

It was that emotion that pulled him toward her rooms at the far end of the house, a place he rarely entered, and never without her permission. 

As he drew close, a soft humming, his mother's delicate voice, flitted out to greet him. Like magic, it never failed to pull him in and toward her waiting arms. Smiling, Eris rushed to greet her, glad she stayed behind after all. He was only a few steps from the door to her bedroom when he paused, peeking through the crack in the door.

He spotted his mother instantly; her long russet hair cascaded down her back as she brushed it. When he found her face in the mirror, Eris’s smile fell. There was something strange about her. It was his mother’s eyes he saw first; they were sharp and cold, not softened by the smile on her face as she sang to herself in the mirror. Her pupils were large and slashed through the center of her eye. The normal pale skin he shared with her had a strange tint and almost shone when she moved.

A gasp fell from him, and Eris ran before she could catch him there. He ran and he ran, feeling his childhood catch up to him as he crawled back into his favorite hiding place. A little spot in the garden behind the shed that he hadn’t used since he was small. He didn’t move even as his mother called to him, becoming increasingly panicked, not even when she sang to lure him out, especially not then. When he finally dared to re-emerge the next morning, she was gone. 

The garden around him dimmed, and the colors melted together in a wash of grays and blues. His too-skinny teenage arms shivered with the sudden cold, growing back into his adult body. Suddenly, he was surrounded by the sea. Waves roared below him, and the air was thick with salt from its spray. 

Violence surged in the swells as salty ocean waves cracked between the rocks and broke across the faces of the cliffs. It reminded Eris of his father and the brutal strength of his love, both natural and expected things. 

It didn’t seem natural for the violence to extend beneath, where he wanted gentle arms to hold him in a peaceful weightlessness. The same things he had always asked of his mother. 

Both had disappointed him. 

Eris watched the turbulent waters swirling in a mass of blues and grays, hinting at the deepest greens underneath, which he wanted to see. The cliff crumbled underneath his feet, bits of rock falling away to join the surf like an offering. 

No longer able to tell if he was awake or still dreaming, Eris tried to focus on the sounds of the door creaking behind him or the winds ripping through his hair. What drew his attention instead was the call of whatever waited for him below the waves. Loneliness rattled through each of his breaths as he fought the pull. 

He was so tired of being alone, but didn’t seem to mind it then, when it was just him and the sounds of the night mixing with his laughter, as he fell. 

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Can we pretty please get another TUH snippet for WIP Wednesday?❤️‍🔥 Love yaa

Fuck it, why not?

“Take my seat, Bodhi,” Imogen said, getting halfway to her feet before Bodhi shook his head.  He sat down next to Ridoc, setting his bag down on the floor between them, and mumbled, “Mm fine.” As if anyone in the room believed that.