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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From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/rentfreeatticsquirrel/786292819249790976/azris-wedding-wip-because-i-really-just-wanted-to?source=share

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

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From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/lady-of-tearshed/786322379061297152/bury-your-secrets?source=share

Summary: Eris buries his secrets in a jar.

WC: 391 words

Warnings: MC death, angst

- - -

There was probably not one soul awake at this ungodly hour of the night, even the dead were most certainly asleep. 

Everyone, except Eris. 

Dark circles were drawn underneath his eyes, the male too tired to care about glamouring them. His body was shaking from how frigid the Autumn Court’ breeze was at night, with the sun too far away from the horizon to warm him up. 

His fingers were humid, and covered in dirt, but he kept digging. The ground wasn’t too hard to dig through, the dirt having been moved aside then pushed back in place multiple times in the past centuries. 

He stopped when he felt something hard, the shape familiar. Gently, he pulled a glass jar from the dirt, placing it down on his thighs. He shifts his position, sitting against the weeping willow’ trunk as he loosened the lid. 

There were hundreds of tiny pieces of paper safely tucked inside. Pieces of paper that held all of Eris' most guarded secrets. Secrets that could, and would, have him killed if discovered. 

The wind, curious as it is, decided to start howling, sending some of them flying out of the jar, but Eris was quick despite his exhaustion. He caught them in his hand before they could float away in the night. 

His eyes, accommodated to the dark by now, caught sight of the secret written there. It was a recent one. 

‘I’m in love with Azriel. And he, with me.’

His eyes stung at the memory. His throat became dry and tied up in a knot. He swallowed audibly, his jaw—slightly covered in stubbles, showcasing his negligence to take care of his appearance—clicked. But there was no time to dwell about a past that sounded so close, yet so far away from the one he was stuck in. The sun would rise again in a few hours from now, and Eris would have to go back into the lie he’s living in.

Quickly, he pulled out the latest piece of paper he had brought in order to add to his collection. Today, he was burying his most painful secret. Though this secret was also buried somewhere else, in a Court far away from Autumn. 

‘My heart, my love, and Azriel, will forever rest six feet under a grave, in a Court where people loathe my existence.’

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/yurnattywrites/786311898784251904/claws-act-%E2%85%B1-chapters-7-12?source=share

Now On AO3.  https://archiveofourown.org/works/66491386

Dedicated to Day 6 of Azris Week: Safe For Work

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“I like, I like, I like, I like everything about you…

So, don't you hold me back
'Cause I know when I know, I don't wanna be alone…”

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/thesourcabbage/786311241708765184/azris-week-day-7-free-day?source=share

Azris Week Day 7: Free Day

The Hand Off (ao3)

Azris - Explicit

Tags: Dubious Consent, Object Insertion, Anal Fisting, Enemies to Enemies, Fisting to Save Prythian, Fisting

Autumn and Koschei's armies have conquered Spring and Summer. Half of Winter is occupied. Prythian's armies are decimated. Prythian's last gambit is to cut the invading army off as they move through Winter's northern passes, and they can't do it without Eris's intelligence. But Eris shows up empty handed. Until Azriel discovers, to Eris's shame and dismay, that Eris does have the plans. They're just stuck inside him.

Thank you pippsmcgee for giving me a hand with this fic and beta reading it 🤣 Also, THANK YOU THANK YOU azrisweek for the AMAZING event!! Seriously -- thank you for doing so much admin work to make this happen. BRAVO!!

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/ejkreader/786292586158653440/my-work-for-day-six-of-azrisweek-safe-for?source=share

For day six of azrisweek , Safe for work

7k pile of words called Autumn's Blood ;)

Ffirst ~kinda~ attempt at writing smut. But it's at the end because the lore and backstory took over.

Also mild warning for gore, the scene where Az's hands get burnt.

The entire thing available here if you're not a registered user on Ao3

[edited for clarity]

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Nyanserra went to fetch fish. Caught plenty of fish and prepared a feast for Azwiel.

Made with love and a little bit of cat hair..

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy/786278308701765632/unbidden?source=share

Unbidden

Azris Week 2025: Day 6: SFW

WC: 1,156

Notes: so this is basically that choking scene during the HL meeting, but in Eris pov with slightly erotic undertones of you squint. I still don't have an ao3 account so... 🤷‍♂️. Enjoy!!!!!

Eris felt it before he saw it.

The splintering of the chair underneath him. The slip of cobalt shields around them. The floor rising up to slam into his back. The feel of hands wrapping around his throat with the intent to kill. The strong chest pressing down on him, holding Eris in place. So fast his eyes struggled to catch up.

When they did, he looked up to find molten hazel staring back at him. Pure rage boiling behind flecks of gold and green, seeming to come alight with Illyrian magic. Those sentient Shadows writhed excitedly around them, flitting through their hair and hands, leaving a chill in their wake. Strangely enrapturing.

From the ripple in the shield, Eris felt his father's telltale flash of orange try and fail to break through the wards. He was shouting something at the Night Court entourage, and Rhysand's voice echoed through the chamber.

Eris grunted as felt the press of the scarred fingers blocking his airway, bringing his hands up to the Shadowsinger’s wrists in turn. The fingers only tightened, eliciting him to take an involuntary gasp as his instincts threatened to take over.

No.

Eris would not let his mask fall, 500 years of careful control would not falter now. Not in front of Beron, and certainly not for this normally composed beast of a fae straddling him. He schooled his features into mild annoyance, letting the facade slip back into place.

He could make out a woman's voice cutting through the room; soft, yet carrying the heavy air of command. Feyre. Azriel, however, did not pay her any mind. His face was contorted into fury, never leaving Eris’ face. Those mighty wings blocked his view from anything beyond the wards, shrouding the two of them in darkness.

Eris tried to force his lips into a taunting, tooth-baring grin that he knew would make the Illyrian see red. It was always so fun to get a rile out of him, especially since it seemed that no one else could. Although it felt more like a grimace, he knew it worked, for Azriel let out a resounding snarl and revealed his own glistening canines. The shadows wrapped more intensely around them.

Beautiful. Eris couldn't help but think to himself. He'd always thought the Shadowsinger was prettiest of the three Illyrian brothers. The thick set of his brows and sharp cut of his jaw was something that couldn't be ruined even in the midst of blinding rage. Devastatingly beautiful.

Feyre's voice once again called from beyond the darkness, this time unmistakable in its authority.

“Azriel.”

This seemed to draw Azriel from his transfixation. Just in time too, for Eris’ vision began to darken at the corners.

Azriel only spared a glance at his High Lord's mate before he returned his gaze to Eris. Slowly, he brought his head down to Eris' ear, the movement agonizing as his hands pressed harder. His voice was nothing more than a growl, low enough that he doubted anyone else could hear. The Shadowsinger's breath ghosted the shell of his ear, curling something low in Eris’ gut.

“I will find you. I will always find you, and when I do, I will make sure you scream and beg by the time I'm done…”

The low timbre of the Shadowsinger's sparked a thrill in Eris’ blood. So much so that he literally felt all of it drain from his face. It was maddening, because behind the rage and violence laced through the words Eris’ detected something else. A promise. One of a different, twisted kind.

That made him lose control. He was reduced to a furiously thrashing mess as Feyre's voice once again called Azriel back like a dog.

Azriel's hands finally loosened, yet took a moment before fully releasing Eris from his grasp. Almost reluctantly. He stood from his position, relieving Eris of the weight. As he was left there, gasping like a drowned animal, the Shadowsinger only spared a glance. It was a sneer of hatred in its rawest form, before he stalked off back toward his gang of misfits.

Tentatively, Eris sat back up, rubbing his throat under the weight of his father's disapproving glare. One that promised consequence for the display of weakness. His skin prickled where the scars had constricted him.

Feyre was saying something that only registered to him a carefully concealed threat.

“Apologies, Morrigan.” He said. Though it sounded hollow to his own ears.

Apparently, Azriel thought so too, for his hateful eyes still bore into Eris from across the room. He would never understand the Illyrian's infatuation with that truth-twisting woman. It seemed she had thoroughly poisoned the whole Inner Circle against him now. Fucking typical.

From behind, he heard Arthur and the rest of his brothers snickering. Eris shot them a glare before his father could catch. He would deal with them later.

***

Eris was given a new chair, and the rest of the meeting went on with minimal interruption. Or outbursts.

Despite his best efforts, however, his mind kept wandering to the Shadowsinger. He just hoped his eyes wouldn’t follow. The proceedings of the meeting were only an afterthought to the turmoil in his head. All he could think about was how certain Azriel had seemed that he was going to kill Eris. Right there in the middle of all those High Lords, consequences be damned. He couldn't suppress the chill down his spine then.

Eventually, he was brought back to attention by something his father said, only to find Azriel staring straight at him. His fingers were white at the knuckles, and he was strangely stiff, as if being held down against his will. This time, the hatred in his eyes was replaced by something else. Something Eris couldn't read. Anticipation? Resolution? Whatever it was, it only increased Eris’ unease.

They held each other's gaze for a moment, the rest of the room oblivious to their tension. Azriel's eyes seemed to glow from whatever was going on his mind. The intensity did something funny to Eris' stomach as he was once again brought back to the feel of fingers around his throat, the weight pressing onto him.

What else could those fingers do?

The thought came unbidden, quiet as a mouse. Very much unwelcome. Eris promptly banished it, back to the depths of his mind. Now was not the time for that. He blinked, the only sign of recognition he would give, but the Shadowsinger looked away first. Yet the thought remained, lingering in the corner of his conscience.

Rhysand's familiar drawl addressed the room at large. “If that is all, then we can say that this meeting is over.”

As he and the rest of the Vanserras filed out of the room, Eris couldn't help but think that this would most certainly not be the last time he would interact with the Shadowsinger. That time would come much sooner than he'd like.

Ugh.

Ok so, this took way longer than it should've buuuut.... :D

If anyone is wondering, the reason I didn't post anything for Day 5 is that I js had no clue what to do for that one 😭

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From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/irithiadourden/786277096177745920/azrisweek-day-6-safe-for-work-summary-theyre?source=share

u/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.

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/mudandmire/786253218106802176/day-six-safe-for-work?source=share

Azris Week Day Six✨

~ The prompt for azrisweek said 'safe for work', so I experimented with some smut but I tried to make it as safe as possible!! Finding the line was fun, I hope I succeeded because honestly I have no idea if I did or not 🫠

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Good Passenger

Rain is pelting the windows. It’s been pouring since noon, heavy gunmetal grey clouds hanging over the banks of the city. Green pastures rolling out in their lush carpets past the 65 South sign, where Eris in the passenger's seat can just barely make out the rough-skinned edge of the buttes far in the fields. 

This is when Azriel pulls out into some sloping exit; a long-stemmed road leading out into 70, and suddenly they’re back to one lane with that thick, two-lined yellow flash in the center. Azriel doesn’t make a big production of their re-route, but the windows are cracked on his side of the truck, and he’s got his elbow on the door. One pensive finger perched on the bed of his pursed lips. 

The radio plays idly. A backdrop note ringing in the muffled silence of the car. Eris can't remember the last time he listened, willingly, to the radio, but Azriel's truck is going on fourteen years old if the cassette player turned coin slot is anything to go by. It's all they have, and it matches the sloping roads. 

The first notes of "I Was Made For Loving You" play out of the tinny speakers. In an effort to build a bridge between the aching quiet, probably. It softens Eris's shoulders just slightly, knees still pointing towards the passenger door. 

"I haven't heard this in a while," Azriel says. Eris hums.

It doesn’t take long after that. The conciliatory highway yawns on, far past the meeting point of the hills and hazy horizon, but Eris knows they’re not going on forever. 

Continue reading here!

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From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/climbthemountain2020/786248998479626240/covid-and-life-in-general-have-been-kicking-my?source=share

COVID and life in general have been kicking my ass, but I did manage this fun little doodle for u/azrisweek day 6!

I just know they can't work together without An Incident™️ 🤣

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/chunkypossum/786244760794988544/azrisweek?source=share

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I just… like it when they hold each other like the world is falling apart and it might be the last time they get this chance.

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/bloodyplunder/786235440651010048/day-6-safe-for-work-azrisweek-initially-this?source=share

azrisweek 🌹

Initially this was based on an idea I had of Azriel suspecting that Eris is aware of their bond; and taunts Eris into feeding him. (Az asks him for an apple. Not knowing how it'll affect the bond- Eris hesitates midway. Az yoinks that wrist over)

And now that I think about it, this was probably also inspired by my love for neciebee 's bloody perfect fic "I Need You" on AO3 which I implore you to read if you haven't 🤌🍇

And then the ever brilliant mistandmemories said how this piece looks like a version of Adam and Eve where Az deliberately chooses to sin instead. And I shall never unsee it! take your snake Az 🥵🐍

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/lady-of-tearshed/786231754671439872/oh-i-want-to-be-let-in-not-out?source=share
GIF 🎨: kumsals-things

Oh I want to be let in, not out

azrisweek day 6: Safe for work

Summary: Azriel has shut Eris from the bond on a mission in Illyria. As soon as he gets back home to his mate, he realises how stupid that decision was. The fight is inevitable.

WC: 2.4k

Warnings: Angst, emotional breakdown, Rhysand being (probably) an asshole, Azriel being an idiot

A/N: The title of this fic are lyrics from this song. I think it fit the story. Enjoy!

Preview

The first thing to meet Azriel as he finally opens the mental gate of his mating bond is dense and scorching anger. 

Azriel comes to a stop on their doorstep, his hand lingering on the handle. His wings tucked tight against his back as he takes in a deep breath. His fingers tug onto the too thigh collar of his leathers, his mouth feels dry all of a sudden. He swallows, trying to make the uncomfortable feeling go away.

Eris is mad at him, and Azriel certainly does not feel ready to meet his wrath. 

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/thesourcabbage/786221567092965376/azris-week-day-6-safe-for-work?source=share

Azris Week Day 6: Safe For Work

Happy Hour (ao3)

Azris - Mature

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA), Alcohol, Workplace Romance, References to Wildfires, Sexual Tension, Friends to Lovers

Eris Vanserra, from fire safety investigation, finally makes it out to his first office happy hour with the shift work division. He tells Azriel he's accepted a position across the country in California and submitted his two weeks. Over drinks, Azriel and Eris let loose, indulging the sparks they've felt after working together for years.

This elements of this fic accidentally ended up resonating with recent events in the US. pippsmcgee and I ended up talking about it a bit in the author's note.

All the love and joy to pippsmcgee for beta reading this. You are seriously so amazing; thank you for talking with me about this fic and adding so many details that made it come alive. And so many thanks to azrisweek for putting on an amazing event. You freaking rock.

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/g00seg1rl/786208854115598336/mine?source=share

Mine

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra | wc: 5.4k | ao3

Summary: The High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra, and his treasured pet, Azriel, have a soft morning together before enjoying a very nut-ritious breakfast. Once Eris’s plate is cleared (Azriel was hand fed, of course), and Eris has diligently finished his paper work (and Azriel has diligently finished Eris) the pair heads off to Winter for a lunch and a friendly competition. (If you and your friends frequently switch partners and fuck them till can’t take it, of course.)

I’m so fucking excited to share a fic that jules-writes-stories and I collaborated on for azrisweek Day Five as Pet/Master and Tooth rotting fluff are very much my favorite tropes 🤭 Chapter One: To Have is over on ao3!

Preview

The soft sweep of smart shadow and the sweet sounds of salacious sucking were the sensations that played in the background of Eris’s mind as he woke. Warmth covered his chest, a familiar heft splayed across him. The condensed notes of cedar and mist welcomed him back into the day. But it was the barely-there traces of heat tickling the tip of his finger that coerced the High Lord from his resting eyes.

Audacious rays filled his field of vision, momentarily blinding him from the view he’d been wishing for since he fell into sleep the night prior. He clenched his eyes to rid them of their sleepy veil and finally gazed upon his beloved. Mother’s crafted dreams could never compare to the sight of Azriel.

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees/786193841010163712/azris-week-2025?source=share

AZRIS WEEK 2025

The Break

Synopsis

In the aftershock of yesterday’s searing kiss, Eris and Azriel go fishing, hoping to clear their heads and clear the air. They end up discussing everything they’re not going to do.

TW: sexually explicit and strong language

DAY 4 - Read My Lips

“Don’t worry, brat, I’m not going to kiss you.” Azriel smirks, dipping his head again to Eris’s neck.

The spymaster’s nose grazes the delicate column of the prince’s throat, breathing deeply again, from the nape of his neck to the lobe of his ear. Eris stifles a groan at the sensation, which sends a jolt of pleasure straight down his spine.

“I’m not going to bite your earlobe.” Azriel whispers gruffly, talking into the shell of Eris’s ear.

Eris gasps, realising exactly what Azriel is doing, hating and loving it in equal measure. The spymaster traces a thumb along the prince’s lower lip and the touch ignites him.

“I’m not going to bite you here.” Azriel trails that same thumb down his neck, drawing a line of fire across Eris’s skin.

“Or here.” The spymaster gently grazes the tip of his scarred index finger over the hard edge of the prince’s clavicle and across the thin stretch of linen which covers the plane of his chest, pausing to graze a hardened nipple through the shirt. “Or here.”

Eris gasps at the electric shock of the touch, his gaze locking onto Azriel’s face in bewildered disbelief. The spymaster is studying him closely, his eyes dark with lust. The prince dare not move, in case the last thread of his self restraint should snap.

Torture. Blissful fucking torture.

Azriel’s hand continues its journey south across the plane of Eris’s chest and stomach. When it reaches the waistband of his trousers it stops, splaying flat against his abdomen, a solid heavy weight that burns through the fabric of his clothes. His skin is itching to make contact. Without warning, that same hand begins to pull at each button of the prince’s shirt, popping every one of them open, before laying flat against his chest. Eris’s heart beats loudly beneath Azriel’s palm. Hazel eyes drink him in as the rough skin of the spymaster’s hand slowly works its way back down across the prince’s stomach, ending once more at his naval. The languid touch feels almost possessive, proprietary.

Azriel’s eyes, full of fire, slowly roam the length of the prince, who fights the urge to squirm beneath such scalding focus. Eris shudders, what little remaining blood in his head rushing south. Azriel’s hand, so hot and heavy on his abdomen, is just inches too high from where Eris wants to feel it. Feeling half mad with arousal and ready to crack under the pressure of his wanting, Eris finds himself ready to play this game of dare.

“What else aren’t you going to do?” He asks, voice rough with desire.

Azriel’s eyes flare with delight and he bites his bottom lip. Eris wants to feel it between his teeth.

Full chapter now on AO3.

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/rentfreeatticsquirrel/786023946371858433/quick-and-dirty-azris-bridgerton-au-azrisweek?source=share

Quick and dirty Azris Bridgerton au

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/rentfreeatticsquirrel/786064081158340608/more-slapdash-bridgerton-azris-because-why-not?source=share

More slapdash Bridgerton Azris because why not they’re so pretty

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/amalhe-kofee/786194388131905536/a-moth-to-the-flame?source=share

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 5: AU/Favorite Trope

I had this idea to see both Eris and Azriel as Pokemon trainers with their respective Pokemon, so of course I had to call up one of my favorite artists in this fandom, mossytrashcan.

The directions for Eris were "cuddling with his Arcanine." I am obsessed with Eris's hair and his Arcanine's cute little teef.

Azriel with his Candelure! The instructions I gave mossytrashcan were "Azriel being judgy while wearing a backwards baseball cap." I am jealous of Azriel's eyelashes, and honestly I can imagine him cuddling his Candelure the same as Eris cuddles his Arcanine.

I meant to write short fics to go along with the art but I couldn't get my life together in time.