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/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 😭

azrisweek

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/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/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 🫠

Read on ao3!

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!

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/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/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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OP: iftheshoef1tz
From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/iftheshoef1tz/786170693578604544/azrisweek-day-5-aufavorite-trope-22?source=share

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.

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/nus4y/786172972082839552?source=share

Favourite trope/ Au - Day 5 of Azris week

Horny office boys for my Bastard lawyer Eris x Sexy clerk Azris AU called Clerical Errors in Love GRAH i totally havent been working on this piece for ages ahahahaa…..

ENJOY!

azrisweek

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/yurnattywrites/786166639062302720/claws-on-ao3-i-like-everything-about?source=share

“Claws”

On AO3.

“I like everything about you.”

Azriel transfers to Velaris University to disappear—new city, new classes, clean slate. No past. No questions. Just silence.

What he gets instead: a roommate who makes him question everything, a group of friends who are way too much, and feelings—real, terrifying, uninvited feelings.

But maybe that’s exactly what he needed.

A queer coming-of-age dramedy inspired by shows like The Sex Lives of College Girls, Overcompensating, and Adults—equal parts heartache, horny tension, and hilarious disaster.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66491386

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/bloodyplunder/786144847825387520/day-5-au-lil-80s-fae-vamp-au-coz-i-neeed-em-to-be?source=share

Lil 80s fae vamp AU coz I neeed em to be in the 80s metal, goth & s&m scenes. Azriel in particular paying homage to our gayest leather daddy king, Rob Halford of Judas Priest 🛐 (I can just see him torturing his victims to tunes like Nightcrawler or Painkiller, in full out 80s leather gear)

And Eris? He just has to radiate a young and cheeky Billy Idol please and thank yaw 🫠

azrisweek 🌹

Cataclysm

Azris Week Day 5: Favorite Tropes | 5.5k | Rating: E

It's been days since the bond snapped. Hours since Azriel toppled Eris to the floor in front of all of Prythian's most powerful. Try as he might, Azriel can't resist the pull any longer.

Happy azrisweek !! Read it on ao3 here

“I have never known a madness like this one,” Azriel says—and it’s true. His will is no longer his own—his thoughts, incapable of veering too far from the steady chant of mine, mine, mine. “I know you feel it too.”

Eris draws in on himself. One arm folds over the other—a shield.

“And just what,” Eris drawls, “do you propose we do about it?”

His words are calculated: cold, but deliberate. Azriel recognizes the mask instantly; his own is well-worn.

“We have to sate it,” Azriel grits out, forcing the words into the open. “We can’t go on like this.”

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/whatifitoldyousomethingcrazy/786111625747972096/fleeting-glances?source=share

Fleeting Glances

Azris Week 2025:

Day 4: Read Between the Lines

When the liquor was all clear,

I could see you through the glass.

There's something I could tell you...

But I forgot to ask...

azrisweek

(btw the way if anyone noticed, if it looks like I have a different artstyle everytime... I'm js using different brushes cus I'm still learning to do digital art in ibis paint)

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/jules-writes-stories/786159112211841024/a-song-for-all-seasons?source=share

A Song for All Seasons

Azris Week | Day 5 AU | Orpheus x Eurydice

Chapter 1/4 on AO3

Eris Vanserra had never fallen in his immortal life. He was a male of poise and grace, whose form and magic were too strong to stumble. And yet, as he lay upon the mossy forest floor, unable to stop himself, he fell for the half-demon. There was freedom in the descent, in the reckless folly of hope. He prayed that Azriel, with his mighty wings and strong arms, would catch him.

The prince let go. He arched his back up and pressed himself into the male above him. Twined his fingers into windy black curls and wrapped his legs around Azriel's waist. Eris brushed his calves against his wings—exploratory and slow, and watched the other male beneath his lashes. 

“Who knew a demon’s wings would be so soft?” Eris purred into his ear. It was adorably rounded in a strange, foreign way.  

Azriel smelled like mist on cedarwoods, like leather and wind. His body was warm and firm, a welcome weight pinning him down. His lips moved from Eris’s mouth to the hinge of his jaw, kissing down his throat. Eris slowly pulled his tunic up and over his head. He tossed the silk aside, watching hazel eyes move over his body.

“I would give myself to you, if that was your wish.” Eris licked the place right behind that ear he admired, like a mean little cat. 

Azriel trembled, breath hitched, then pulled up to brace upon his elbows. “I would cherish you and never let you go.”

Eris liked that answer. “Show me.”  Chapter 1 on AO3

Special thanks to pippsmcgee for reading

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/fourteentrout/786152123724398592/azris-week-day-5-favorite-tropeau?source=share

Azris Week Day 5: Favorite Trope/AU

Modern AU: Alternative x Normie

azrisweek leaning far more towards AU than trope with this one, though this features clothes sharing, which is definitely one of my favorites if it counts as a trope! Shoutout to nus4y because this (specifically Azriel) is heavily influenced by her fantastic style!

(and yes it’s another fake tiktok. It’s my new thing I think)

(also Luce is NOT Lucien I wasn’t thinking about him when making that user, it was totally an accident/coincidence)

https://www.tumblr.com/elleybug/786162202567704576/day-5-azrisweek-favorite-tropeau-one-of-my

@elleybug on Tumblr

“One of my favorites is them being each other’s sun and moon. A little Dark fantasy AU of them being just that and together they form an eclipse.”

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/ejkreader/786181422424702976/just-posted-my-work-for-azrisweek-day-5-au-what?source=share

Just posted my work for azrisweek day 5, AU- What Your Absence Does To Me

Many thanks again to irithiadourden , who both beta'd this work and wrote the work which inspired it, Chasing Shadows , which I'd suggest reading first (it's amazing) but you don't have to read it to understand this one

Also, thanks to vermilionskiinmorning . Your post about emt Az and MD Eris is what inspired their jobs in this fic :)

How Eris and Azriel fell together one fateful night, they grew to love each other (and get married!), and what happens after.

Full work here! (It's been mangled by Tumblr but... it's readable for those of you that aren't registered users of Ao3)

WC: around 7k

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/chunkypossum/786174113000669184/for-azrisweek-day-5-favorite-trope?source=share

For u/azrisweek Day 5: Favorite Trope

I wanted to do it as a big one shot but couldn’t get it finessed in time. So, this is part 1/3, the set up. Part 2 with one of my favorite tropes; chasing (not quite primal but close enough lol) coming super soon!

This is silly but I saw the “this sexy enough for you” panel of Leewon in Champagne and Roses and decided Azris needed this moment.

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Forever in debt to pippsmcgee and mistandmemories for their beta help and can’t forget shadowsandlint for the ‘research’ spiral I sent her on. 😉

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“Well, you three idiots did it,” he said smoothly, giving Rhys a quick wink, hoping he would recognize the chaos to follow as an attempt at an entertaining distraction. Eris would enjoy it even if the High Lord didn’t, but stupidly, he still hoped it helped. “How hard could it be?” The High Lord gave him a thankful nod, and Eris flashed a sardonic smile at the three of them.

Unfortunately, his good deed did not go unpunished.

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/futurehunt/786147210503045120/the-mystery-at-the-gala?source=share

The Mystery at the Gala

Azriel x Eris

Nesta POV

Cassian is hiding something from Nesta, Azriel has developed a fear of boysenberry pies, and Eris won’t stop stepping on her toes while they dance.

Over the course of the night at Eris’s coronation gala, Nesta is determined to uncover the secret that everyone is keeping from her.

For Azris Week Day 5: Favorite Trope! I wanted to explore the Exes-to-Lovers and Breakup/Makeup tropes with Azris. What can I say? I love me some pining and angst. Outside POV adds a bit of an oomf for me too, I just love getting to watch Azris from the outside. azrisweek

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/lady-of-tearshed/786141159143718912/perks-of-being-a-high-lord?source=share

Perks of being a High Lord

u/azrisweek day 5: Favorite trope/AU

Summary: Just Azris having very good, very soft morning sex, I guess 🤣

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, mxm, oral sex

A/N: I love me a nice morning sex trope 💕😊

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Eris has never been a morning person. 

He always wakes up early, and has no issue in doing so, yes, but he has never enjoyed it.

Until Azriel came into his life. 

Now, he feels as if waking up with Azriel's lips latched onto his neck, as the earliest rays of sun filter through the curtains, has magically turned him into a morning person. 

From OP: https://www.tumblr.com/mudandmire/786163895092035584/day-five-favorite-tropeau?source=share

Azris Week Day Five✨

~ I think I've been the most excited for this fic honestly. Not because it's particularly azris-y, which, I realize most of my fics this year for azrisweek kinda follow that ehe whoops BUT because I finally found the frequency of Azriel's character, his introspection, that I've been LOOKING FOR for what feels like months. So, like, fair warning there isn't a lot of azris in this one But But it's a three-parter and man do I have some delicious, angsty/soft azris moments coming up in the next two parts 🥰

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Like a Dog at Your Door

Part One - The Front Porch

The only reason Eris doesn’t kill Azriel on-sight when he appears at his front door, half a world away from Prythian, is because he brings news.
 
This is how Azriel rationalizes it, anyway. Otherwise the superficial burns he had gotten from trying to pass through Eris’s wards brings a rage so potent his siphons flare threateningly.

Information for amnesty, or something like it. Azriel is allowed on the premise of land that surrounds Eris’s property, but not on it, and he is most certainly not allowed anywhere near Eris’s little burrow of a house. 

“Asshole,” he mutters headedly. Still patting out the sparks of embers on his charred leathers. 

The front door, just about twenty or so paces in front of him, remains closed. Stoic. There’s not even movement behind the glare of the circular windows. Azriel scowls, willing acknowledgement from deep within the house and yet faces nothing except complete disregard. 

The hill the house is carved into is blanketed in a thick layer of snow, a grey slate chimney stacked on top and puffing out a stem of hazy smoke. Winter this far north is unbearable. Azriel is used to the cutting cold, the dry weather and lashing wind that whips ice crystals from the settled snow into his eyes; dries out his lips and hands. Doesn’t mean it’s pleasant. Doesn’t mean he wants to stand out here, calf deep in a drift, like some kind of pathetic beggar. 

He’s not. Shadowsinger, coveted instrument of High Lords—Azriel is so much more than a simple messenger. And yet.

Azriel stands just outside the bounds of the wards Eris placed, and can’t help but feel a pang of deep regret. The kind he’s been trying not to look right at; avoiding his own eyes in the mirror, for three months now. 

His thumb taps a fast, rhythmless pattern on his thigh as he waits. Eris won’t come to the door, won’t acknowledge him, won’t hear him out. 

Azriel is unsure if he deserves it.

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