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“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor for Azriel/reader.

thank you for the request, here you go💛

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pairing: Azriel x Reader request:“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor for Azriel/reader. warnings: explicit content; minors DNI requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

Azriel looks breathtaking, moonlight bathing his body in a soft, silvery shimmer, desire sparking brightly in his eyes as he runs his fingers along the side of your face.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathes as his fingers continue their tender descent on your body, slowly brushing down your throat, and along your collar bone. Then back up again. "Would be a shame to make a mess out of you, huh?" A sly grin lights up his face, lifting the corners of his mouth to show his teeth. 

Your heartbeat picks up, anticipation pumping in your veins, arousal pooling in your centre. "Not if that’s exactly what I want," you answer him, your voice laced with a sultry tone as your fingers slide to the waist band of his trousers. "I want to be your good girl. I want you to make you feel good. I want you to use me."

You look up at him through your lashes, smiling sheepishly and you know it’s his undoing. 

Within an instant, Azriel’s fingers are in your hair, threading them softly through your locks. "Well then," he drawls, "on your knees."

Using the hand still tangled into your hair, he guides you to the floor, not once breaking eye contact although they threaten to roll back in his head when you poke your tongue out, wetting your lips. 

"Make me feel good."

You don’t have to be told twice - you’ve been craving your mate since the moment you woke up and he had to leave for work. You’ve needed him badly in the morning, so your want and desire for him has only increased over the day. Almost made it impossible to focus on anything else but him.

You make quick work of the laces of his trousers, freeing his already half-hard dick, and fasten your hand around it, stroking him. Once, twice, just how he likes it.

A groan leaves the shadowsinger, the grip on your hair tightening just the slightest bit, making you smile in triumph.

His restraint shatters the moment you close your lips around him, licking over the tip before sucking him into your mouth, your hand almost lazily brushing his balls. You know how he likes it, have learned it over the years with him, and know exactly how to make him come undone. He almost breaks after the first moments, but he’s tough, wanting to stretch the moment out for as long as possible.

The muscles in Azriel’s stomach flex. You know he’s holding back, keeping his thrusts shallow. So, you swallow around him, bobbing your head up and down just a bit slower, taking him deeper. There’s no more holding back for him then - his scarred hand fists your hair tighter as he starts to pound into you, making saliva run down your chin and you gag around him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, voice edging on a growl. “Taking my cock so well, making me feel so good.” He thrusts into you, a relentless pace, but you keep up, loving it just as much as he does.

Azriel comes with a low shout that is a mixture of curses, your name and a love declaration, his whole body trembling with the aftermath of his release. 

In the moments that follow he makes sure to help you clean up, to make you feel good and then make up for his pleasure at least four times that night.

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it‘s lights out and away we go

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pairing: Eris x Reader request: Angsty love #12 for Eris 😇 I’m ready to be hurt "how many times do i have to get hurt by trusting you!!?" ( @jon-snows-man-bun) warnings: none requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

The forest around you is quiet at night, save for the rustle of leaves and the soft thumping of animals' paws walking across the ground. As usual, you find yourself waiting at the glade where moonlight dances upon the dewy grass, your heart racing with hope and anticipation.

Soon he would be here. He always comes after sunset. When it’s safe. Where no one would follow him.

No one can ever follow him. No one can find you. No one can find out about you.

Eris and you have never spoken of what you are. There are no promises, no real, honest ones at least, no declarations, between you. Only touches that linger for a night, gazes that pierce too deep into your soul, and silence that is almost succumbing. 

The heir to Autumn Court never stays until the morning, he always leaves before sunrise. You never ask him why. Because you don’t have to. Because you know the answer. Because no one can find out about you! And although he assures you time will change and that you just have to trust him, that you just have to be patient, you know that all this hope for a different life is tied to a silver string that is so thin it‘s barely there. It makes it almost impossible to hold onto it.

And still, you keep telling yourself it is enough - his gentle words, his words of a future, those stolen nights because accepting the truth would hurt so much more. Because deep inside your heart you know better. You know to him you are only a secret, pleasure, while he means the world to you.

And every morning he leaves, a small part of your heart leaves with him.

It hurts. Of course, it does, but there’s nothing you can change about it. You have trusted Eris Vanserra with your body, have given yourself fully to him. You have trusted him with your patience, your comfort, your silence. No word about him has ever left your lips, and it will stay like this forever.

And yet, despite everything you have given for him, and everything you have done for him and become for him, tonight it feels like something has shifted within you.

You know you can’t continue like this - that it is eventually too much for you to take. You are tired of being his secret, tired of only being visited - appreciated- at night, in the dark. You can’t go on like this. Even if it means … losing him.

You let him use you for too long. So long that you start questioning if he truly cares.

As he arrives that night, his lips find yours in an instant, strong arms sweeping you up and pressing you against his body before he winnows you away to a small hut, deeper within the forest where really no one can ever find you.

He gently places you on the ground, hands brushing your skin as if studying the outline of your face, eyes holding yours. There is something in them. There always is - regret, or maybe fear, and passion.

His hands fall to your sides as his lips claim yours once more, his fingers hiking up your dress to get to the whole point of the night as soon as possible. He wants you, that much is clear and has always been. But you know that he would never want you in the way you would want him to want to. In the way you want him.

Something locks up inside you the moment his hand slides between your thighs. You break the kiss, and step away, mouth parted, lips bruised, eyes wide, but lining with silver.

"Do you even care about me, or am I just something you come to when you need to find release?“

Your chest aches with the weight of what you have revealed, of nights spent waiting for your shared time with him to be more than just a fleeting moment. Your body begins to tremble, your gaze still holding his.

Eris almost seems frozen place. He stands in the middle of the room, silent and completely still, as if something within him has shattered - broken without repair. Yet within his eyes something flickers, an emotion you can’t quite place - guilt, fear, remorse?

"I didn’t mean to … I don’t … no, you are not. I told you things would change. That you could trust—"

You begin to shake your head vehemently. "How many times do I have to get hurt by trusting you!? I don’t want to be your secret anymore. I don’t want to trust you anymore, when nothing ever changes."

His shoulders slouch and body trembles as much as his voice, when he says, "I told you that at the moment I can’t make you my consort, that I can’t—"

"I’m not asking for a crown, Eris. I’m asking for you." A silent tear slips out the corner of your eye as you take a step forward, closer to him again as if something pulls you to him.

For a moment it seems as if he wants to reach for you, his hands flex but stay at his sides, clenched into fists. And then something shifts - something within his eyes. He looks at you like you are the only thing he wants. And the one thing he can’t have.

You can see the sudden war raging within him, the turmoil brewing in his mind. Eventually, he gives his head a shake and drags a hand down his face. "You think I don’t want more? That I don’t want you? That I don’t want you to be mine." He draws in a sharp inhale. "I want everything. But I can’t have it. Not yet."

"Why?" you question loudly, anger and frustration burning your veins. “Because I’m a lesser fae. Because I will never be good enough for someone of your rank?”

“No!” Eris almost shouts. "That’s not it! You don’t understand what they’d do to you if they knew. I’m trying to keep you safe. That’s all I’ve ever tried to do." His throat bobs. "I never meant to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know how to keep you without destroying you." He looks away, toward the window that is covered in dust and cobwebs. "I saw what they did to my brother’s lover. She was considered a lesser fae and they … they took her life right in front of Lucien’s eyes. Cut her throat and made him watch." He takes a step forward, reaching for your hands. You allow it.

"I didn’t know,“ you whisper and brush your thumbs over the back of his hands.

"Because I didn’t tell you and I’m sorry for this." He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your knuckles. "You think I don’t care about you?“ He shakes his head again as tears start to roll down his pale cheeks. "I always did. And will forever do so. I thought keeping you hidden would keep you safe. I didn’t realise it would break you.“ He pauses and swallows heavily. "I love you. I have always done so. That’s why I needed to keep you safe. To protect you."

Eris kisses your knuckles once more before lowering your intertwined hands. "Do you want me to leave?"

You give your head a small shake. "I want you to be honest with me. Tell me everything, Eris Vanserra. I want to understand." You step into him, push up onto your tiptoes and kiss the corner of his mouth. "Stay. Let me in. Let me be part of your life even if I stay a secret for a while longer."

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Angsty love #12 for Eris 😇 I’m ready to be hurt

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Could you do 23 wearing each other's clothes for Azris, pretty please 💕

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pairing: Azriel x Eris request: Could you do 23 wearing each other's clothes for Azris, pretty please 💕 warnings: none requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

It was a warm, cosy summer evening until it wasn‘t. Now the rain is coming down in heavy sheets, splashing off the gravel and soaking through their clothes.

Azriel holds just a little tighter onto Eris‘ hand as they run over the pavement, towards his flat, fully exposed to the downpour. They have to stop momentarily at red traffic lights, which allows Azriel a moment to steal a glance at Eris.

Eris, who usually always keeps his hair so straight and neatly styled back in a low bun, now has curly, auburn strands sticking to his face. The pieces that fall out of the bun are curly as well and Azriel can’t help but smile at the sight. This is so real, no pretense. And he loves this version of the man beside him.

As his gaze dips, something in his lower belly tightens - Eris’s shirt is almost transparent, plastered to his chest. He has to look away before his thoughts betray him because Gods, does he love this version of Eris.

"Two minutes," he tells Eris, when the lights turn green. "Then we‘ll be there."

When they finally reach Azriel’s place, he fumbles with the keys and Eris -accidentally or not- bumps into him, their wet bodies touching, and drawing chuckles from both of them.

Normally, it would have bothered Azriel that a date -especially one with Eris- took a turn like this. But maybe because it is exactly with Eris that it doesn’t matter. Eris seems to still be enjoying the evening, to even find it amusing that they are both drenched in rain. He doesn’t seem annoyed and that’s what comforts Azriel.

They are dripping onto the hardwood floor as they step inside as the warmth of the flat wraps around them like a blanket.

Removing the hair tie, Eris shakes his head. The movement somehow reminds Azriel of his cat shadow when he gets wet and is disgruntled about it. He has to laugh, and begins to take off his boots, his eyes still on Eris.

He doesn’t even hesitate, he wants to get out of the wet clothes that stick to his skin. Azriel strips down until he is in nothing but a pair of briefs, allowing Eris the perfect view at his toned abs, broad shoulders, his strong thighs and—

Eris promptly averts his gaze when he finds Azriel catching him looking at him with a smirk on his lips.

"You’re staring," Azriel teases.

"Can you blame me?" Eris shoots back, a soft red filling his cheek. He’s about to close the distance between them to press his lips against Azriel’s but stops himself when he realises he is still completely soaked.

Azriel notices it in the same moment, and gestures at Eris‘ body. "You’ll catch a cold in these clothes. Here, I‘ll get you something." Within the next moment, he leaves the corridor, walking quickly into another room and just a moment later returns with a pile of clothes on his arm.

"Put that on." He smiles as he hands over his clothes to a rather hesitant Eris. 

In moments like these, Azriel realises that there’s still a hint of reservation between them. Yes, they have been on a few dates, yes they have kissed, but nothing beyond that. 

Slow. Is what they used to say. They are going to approach whatever it is between them slowly. Nothing is rushing them.

"I‘ll wait for you in the living room, just down the corridor and then through the first door on the right side."

With a nod, and a small thank you, Eris disappears into the bathroom to change. He’s still hesitant as he looks at himself in the mirror - he’s much leaner than Azriel with his broad shoulders, and toned chest, and hopes he doesn’t look like an idiot in the man’s clothes.

When he opens the door to the living room, Eris looks around, immediately finding Azriel in the middle of the slight chaos of his home. Books are stacked on tables, a half-finished mug of tea sits on the couch table, and a blanket is loosely tossed over the couch. Oh, this is so like Azriel, he thinks and a small appears on his lips. He loves it.

And despite the smile on his lips, he knows he looks unsure. Not so very confident, until–

Azriel notices his appearance. His eyes lift, landing on Eris and—

He forgets how to breathe, his mouth falling open.

The hoodie hangs loose on Eris’ tall but slim frame, the sleeves slightly too long for his arms.

Azriel has never seen Eris look so… soft. So real.

Then comes his undoing. Eris begins to roll up the sleeves, revealing his veiny forearms, and Azriel blinks. He has no business checking out Eris that much, but…

Damn, he thinks, the sweatpants hang low on Eris‘ hips, leaving nothing -absolutely nothing- to imagination. He quickly bites the inside of his cheek to stay composed, shifts on the couch and then tries to veil his voice in a casual tone when he says, "You look good in my clothes."

Eris approaches him so he can sit down beside him, smiling sheepishly as he tugs at the collar of the hoodie. "Do I?"

Azriel’s eyes darkened. "Absolutely."

Eris chuckles deeply. "Don’t get used to it. This is a one-time emergency."

Azriel sighs in return. "I really love this look on you."

Somehow Azriel’s clothes soften Eris’ sharp edges, and make him look less stern, but still elegant. 

"I like seeing this side of you. The one that doesn’t have to be perfect all the time. You’re beautiful like this. Just so you know."

It‘s a barely there gasp that parts Eris‘ lips, and in an instant his lips find Azriel’s, pressing a soft peck against them. "If I get declarations like this whenever I wear your clothes, I’ll reconsider my former statement," he hums amusedly against Eris’ lips, but then in a more serious tone, adds, "It’s strange … how right this feels. How good it actually feels and how amazing your clothes smell."

Azriel smiles before kissing Eris again. When they part, he allows himself to imagine more moments like this one. Where they wake up together, Eris wearing his clothes, their limbs tangled. 

Eris catches his gaze and holds it, something unspoken passing between them, like a promise that they will share exactly that kind of future.

"Next time, I‘ll make you wear one of my suits." Tugging Azriel to his chest, Eris leans back against the couch with a grin.

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Shadows of Dawn VI

fifth part / story masterlist / azriel taglist / a little bit of explicit content in this chapter minors dni!!

"During Amarantha’s reign, she would delight in ripping out the feathers of Peregryn she was displeased with - one by one. She once made a dress out of the feathers."

"You’re stunning. Gods," Azriel mumbles against your belly, his warm breath fanning your skin. “I can’t get enough of you. I never will.“ He kisses lower, his lips descending on your body, making your skin tingle. You arch into him, eyes closing, and start to dissolve into the pleasure his kisses, his touches, bring you.

But right there, behind the hazy fog of desire, is this small spark of a thought. A memory of the previous night. You‘re my mate, Y/N.

He said it. He meant it. And your whole body -your soul- lit up at that moment. And now does so once more, especially when he sends you over the edge again.

You wanted to talk to him about everything this morning, but you got no chance to do so. The moment you woke up, he was on you, his lips chasing yours, hands roaming your body, and you came together once again. You know you have limited time, there’s another meeting planned for this morning. And in general … there’s limited time. Azriel will go back to the Night Court shortly, and there’s so much to talk about, so much to discuss and so little time to do so. You need to—

"Focus on me, sweetheart. Whatever place your mind wandered off to, leave it. Stay with me." Azriel’s voice strokes your skin like a feather, making you feel tingly all over and arousal pool at your centre. 

You pull your lower lip between your teeth, sighing as you dip your chin. "Sorry,“ you breathe, but it turns into a breathy noise as his thumbs part your folds, and he licks a broad stroke up to your clit. 

Azriel continues to worship you, to tease, and lick, his thumb brushing your hip bone as he devours you like you are the most delicious meal he’s ever eaten. 

He makes you come in an instant, and when you do so, your back bows off the bed, his name rolling over your lips as a mewl, followed by gasp for air.

In the moments after, as you come down from your high, Azriel continues to pamper your skin with kisses, soft ones that show you just how much he already likes you. Until—

A loud knock sounds on the door, making you both freeze - Azriel with his lips pressed against your shoulder, your hand in his hair. 

"Lady Y/N!“ A male’s voice sounds and a shudder runs through you. "You and your … visitor are expected to be downstairs shortly. The meeting is about to commence."

The breath catches in your throat. "Yes, ahm .. coming…" you stutter and fold your hand over your mouth. Silence meets you from the other side of the door, telling you the male has already left.

"Oh Gods!“ Your eyes widen in shock as a chuckle parts your lips and you look at Azriel who’s softly laughing as well. "How would anyone know you’re with me?"

Azriel looks almost sheepish as he holds your gaze, a soft reddish colour tainting his cheeks. He takes your hand into his larger one, brings it to his lips and kisses your knuckles softly before saying, "We haven’t been silent I assume," he laughs, and although shame fills every cell of your body, there’s nothing you can do but laugh.

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You wanted to talk to him about it. You really did, but everything was so rushed after the sentry knocked on your door. Then there was the meeting where fighting and protection strategies were discussed and you could barely focus on anything but the male across from you, and his cruelly stunning smile and soft eyes that never strayed from yours. And the declaration he made. And how you feel it too.

Gods! Yes, you do. Yes, you feel it too. Of course, how else could anyone explain feeling so deeply connected to another soul without having known them for a long time. You felt it the first moment your eyes touched.

Now there’s a small break, for each court to discuss personal things and for everyone to take a break. But seemingly, your brother and your High Lord had different plans. Because right now, you find yourself standing in front of them, Thesan slowly, but intently regarding you from his desk, his elbow braced the surface, chin resting in his palm. Your brother is leaning against the wood, his eyes narrowing in on you.

"I can’t believe you let a male from another court fuck you!" It suddenly breaks out of Esren and you can see the regret within an instant. He pushes off the desks, but stops right away, shaking his head. 

"Esren," Thesan warns just a second after in a low, steady voice.

Your brother lets out a low growl. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I didn’t mean to say it like that." He flexes his jaw and throws his hands into the air.

"But you already did." You press your lips in a thin line and cast a glance at your High Lord. But he isn’t looking at you anymore. He’s looking at your brother, at his mate. Mate.

"How do you even know?" you ask then, not wanting to let your anger about your brother being so damn intrusive and territorial, take root within you. You know he only does it because he loves you and wants to protect you from all the evil in the world. But … it can also get too much.

"I can scent it. We all can. Everyone can." He shakes his head again, then lowers it and crosses his arms over his chest.

"It’s not like I -excuse my wording High Lord- let a random enemy fuck me." You take a step towards him. "We both consented to it, by the way. We both wanted it. We both wanted each other and when you do," —lifting your hand you gesture between the two males— "one thing leads to another and you end up in bed together, as you might know."

Thesen stays stoic as usual, no expression showing on his face. But the tiniest bit of colours fills your brother’s cheeks. 

"We are allies. The Night Court is our ally and I’m a grown up fae. I’m allowed to sleep with other fae." Now you cross your arms over your chest as well.

Eventually, Esren lifts his head again, his jaw still set tight. "Yes, we are allies, but we can’t trust them. And now … now you let him into your chambers, and your body." Esren looks devastated. "Y/N, you are my sister, my everything, mine to protect. He … he’s an Illyrian male, a brute, he’s—"

"My mate!" In an instant a lump the size of a peach forms in your throat and your heart slams into your stomach. Your body freezes, breath catching as you stare at the two similarly shocked males in front of you.

It’s only after a very, dreadfully long time, that Thesan clears his throat, and says, "Come again?“

You are trembling, and draw in a few inhales to calm your breathing before you can answer. "I have a feeling that he’s my mate."

"He can’t be!" Esren immediately blurts out, and it seems as if a fire has started to burn in his eyes, as well as if he’s on the brink of storming out of this room and punching Azriel right into the face.

"Why? Because he’s from a different court? Because I have a history with … Rhysand? He’s my mate, Esren, I feel it in my heart. There’s a pull on my chest and it draws me to him … it must be."

But Esren continues to shake his head until fingers gently curl around his hand - Thesan has reached out, still looking up at his mate, his thumb sweeping gently across the back of your brother’s hand. "It's not your sister’s nor the Shadowsinger’s fault. It’s a decision made by the mother and the Cauldron. They made us mates, my love." Still holding onto your brother’s hand, the High Lord rises from his chair, walking up to his side. "It wouldn’t be fair to be in her way of happiness. Of luck." Eventually, he turns to you. "But there will be things you can’t discuss with him, things that shouldn’t leave this court and you need to be aware of this!"

You bow your head. "Of course, I am. I know this, and I know the possible dangers of this … bond with him, but I want to experience what the mating bond is like. What it feels like to have a mate and I want to see him again. I don’t want to give up on something that hasn’t even really started yet. Please … allow me to make this experience."

"And you shall!" Thesan smiles at you, kindly, warm.

And even your brother slowly begins to nod. Yet, it still takes him another few minutes to really accept what you have just revealed and what it means, but eventually he opens his arms to you, welcoming you in his embrace which you happily accept, cuddling him tightly and assuring him that everything will be alright. It’s also what you tell yourself.

Because despite Azriel having told you that you are his mate when thinking you were asleep, you haven’t talked about it. But it is something you need to do before he goes back to the Night Court. Something that needs to happen within the next few hours. And that somehow scares you.

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"Let me make one thing very clear, Azriel!“ Rhysand slowly surrounds the desk in the office they were given by Thesan to discuss private matters concerning the meeting. "We come here for a political meeting and you have nothing better to do than whip your dick out at the first given possibility and fuck the first random female that crosses your path."

"She’s not any random female, Rhys!" Azriel growls in return and steps closer to his High Lord, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

Cassian, resting one hand on his mate’s shoulder, shifts uncomfortably on the armchair. "Let’s all stay calm," he says.

"Oh, I’m very calm," Rhysand shoots at him. "We are at the brisk of war, and fucking around is the only thing on your mind, Az? Huh?"

"It's not," Azriel fires back and his hands curl into fists at his side, shadows drawing closer. "And you know that, Rhys. You know how much this matters, how much it means to me to keep Pythian safe … but I felt drawn to her like I’ve never felt that drawn to anyone else before. She’s—"

"Right, and in a few weeks you’ll feel drawn to another female and end up in bed with her. Azriel, we can’t risk anything now. No information we don’t want to share can leave our court. We can’t risk it. This is not only about us, this is about the whole of Pythian, this is about our family and—"

"She’s my mate! One day she will be part of this family too."

The whole room freezes, everyone falling utterly silent and no one even dares to breathe. Now, it’s said, Azriel thinks. The truth is out.

"I felt the bond snap in place the first moment I looked at her, and last night when we talked, when … we slept together, I knew it for sure. She’s my mate, and you should know better than anyone else that it is fucking hard to stay away from your mate. Especially when they want you in the same way, when they want to be near you and …"

Rhysand’s head lowers, both in regret about his outburst and in thought. He begins it to shake slowly, then shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. "I had no idea, Azriel," he eventually says. "But are you really sure? It is not just attraction?"

"There’s a fucking pull on my chest, a tug so hard my ribcage almost springs open whenever I just think of her or look at her, and last night … she’s mine, I know it. She is my mate."

It feels like a weight lifts off his shoulders that has been there ever since he first looked at you. It’s out, the secret is out and he has publicly (or at least in front of his closest family) claimed you. You are his, and no one -not even his High Lord- will or can ever change something about that.

Slowly, Rhys begins to nod, then his eyes meet Azriel’s and they are filled with warmth, and understanding. "I’m glad you’ve found your mate, Az." He rises slowly, and surrounds the table. "The Mother often makes decisions we cannot understand, or depict why she made them. But she gave you a mate, and I’m happy for you."

Gratefulness blooms in Azriel’s chest and small smile tips up the corners of his lips. 

After a little more conversation about the potential risks of trans-court relationships, they return to the meeting room where they are already expected.

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As the meeting continues it feels like something has shifted - all the members of the Night Court keep looking at you, and there’s a small smile on Azriel’s lips whenever your gaze touches his. It lifts a weight off your chest that has been there since the moment the bond clicked in place for you, making your soul warm beneath your skin and gives you hope.

The meeting -despite it concerning discussions about protection and battle during a possible war- feels different now, less tense, and you feel like you can breathe again. Yes, war is coming, but somehow you feel like you can win. That Prythian will be victorious.

It also calms you immensely that the High Lord of the Night Court (who is most definitely just as able as your own High Lord to detect what you and Azriel have been doing the previous night) doesn’t seem to hold any grudges against you. You were worried that his High Lord would be equally displeased about your time spent together as your High Lord - although he now changed his mind, and approves of it.

You are, as always trying to listen in, to stay attentive, but your mind just like your gaze keeps moving to Azriel. And he must feel the same, constantly sneaking a glance at you too. Until the final discussions about readying the Illyrian and Peregryn forces start - that’s when you both become hyper aware and focus on everything that is said without letting anything distract you.

Once the meeting is finished, though, you are slightly caught off guard. You have just finished scribbling down some notes when everyone gets out, goodbyes are expressed and the first fae start to leave.

Gods! you think. You need to talk to Azriel before they leave. You have to catch him before – he wouldn’t leave without a goodbye to you, right? 

You get up quickly, spinning around in order to find him. But he’s nowhere to be seen. That can’t be. He couldn’t have left. Not yet, not without telling you. 

You heartbeat picks up, eyes scanning the whole room, the court outside the now open back doors until–

Your eyes find him! And his gaze finds yours, widening the slightest bit, and the corner of his mouth tipping up. 

In an instant, you cross the distance to him, your feet carrying you so fast you almost drip. "Thank the Cauldron, I still caught you," you express when you reach him, your hand instantly wanting to reach out to hold his, but you stop yourself. There are still many fae from other courts here, you wouldn’t want them to get suspicious. Things like these never look good and will only offer food for gossip and discussions. Especially since this is so new.

Azriel steps into you. "I would have never left without goodbye, Y/N." A cheeky smile lights up his face. "Or one last kiss before I see you again." 

He wants to close the distance between you, but you stop him, eyes glancing from one side to the other. He immediately understands and takes a step back, chuckling softly. 

You love this version of him, the lightness that suddenly fills every fibre of his body, the smiles that weren’t there when you first saw him. 

As you glance past him one more time you notice his family standing a little further away, totally interested in your interaction, but acting like they don’t care at all. 

You quickly suggest for you and Azriel to have a little private conversation, and he agrees, following you to the flower garden behind the palace. 

The air is warm, sunlight dancing upon the surface and falling gently upon your skin. Finally, you are out of sight of preying eyes and alone. And his lips are on yours in an instant, smiling against your mouth.  

"You are my mate,“ you say and a breathy laugh escapes you as you break apart. "I have to tell you, now. And I know that you—"

"You heard me say it, didn’t you?" Azriel seems as if he has stopped breathing for a moment, every fibre of his body filled with utter tension. "I had no idea you felt it too. Gods! I can’t believe you—"

This time it’s you who presses your lips against his. "Yes! Azriel! Yes, I heard you say it but I felt it too. I knew it, and I think I’ve kind of felt it from the first moment that our eyes met."

He pulls you against his chest, holding you tightly. "I felt it in that moment too."

You stay like this -in each other’s embrace- for a long moment, breathing the same air, listening to each other’s heartbeats as birds chirp happily around you, a soft breeze brushing your bodies.

Eventually, you break apart, feeling your time together is slowly coming to an end. The time you got to experience each other was way too short, but you know you will have a lot more time together. One day. One day when—

"There will be a lot to talk about. How we navigate this, how we deal with the fact that so many courts are between us. Separate us." It even hurts saying it out loud. 

A thoughtful look passes over Azriel’s face, and his chin lowers. "I know," he mumbles. "But that is something we will discuss later. Right now … there’s no…I don’t know how to say it."

But you understand, and begin to nod. There’s too much happening right now to focus on this. So, inhaling a deep breath, you say, "For now … we have to fight Koschei and the continent and then …"

"Then it will be us. Together. And we–"

"Will see what the future brings for us. Where it takes us." You interlace your fingers with Azriel, bounce on your tiptoes with a smile and kiss his lips again. “I really like you, my mate." He holds your gaze, smiling, his eyes sparkling and brushes his hand over head. 

Then he inhales a deep breath. "You told me that you feel like your freedom was taken from you the moment Amarantha took your wings. And how much it hurts to never be able to fly again." His callused hand brushes down the side of your arm. "Allow me to take you on a flight. Allow him to bring back a bit of this freedom."

Your breath catches as tears spring to your eyes, your heart thrumming rapidly against your ribcage. "But you need to go back home. To the Night Court."

He gives his head a small shake. "They have left already. I will join them later. Right now … I need to spend time with you. Right now, I want to fly with you. Please, fly with me, my mate."

Thank you everyone for reading this story! Truly I'm so grateful! I have had the idea saved in my notes for over three years now and finally got to write and share it with you! Thank you everyone for being here, for being on this journey with me and reading this story and of course also commenting!💛 I may add one or the other part for this story in the future, but for now this is the last chapter.

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Hello hello! I love your writing it’s magical and just makes my brain soooooo happy! I saw your Drabble requests are open! PLEASEEEEE Azriel x reader! (or Eris, or both cause don't even get me started on the perfection that is azris 🥵) Forced proximity…angst enemies to lovers…feral filthy smut lmao Literally you could write anything and I’d be absolutely obsessed! Cause you SLAYYYY🥰🔥😝

aaaah you are so sweet, here you go💛 thank you so much for the request and the sweet words

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pairing: Azriel x Reader x Eris request: PLEASEEEEE Azriel x reader! (or Eris, or both cause don't even get me started on the perfection that is azris 🥵) Forced proximity…angst enemies to lovers…feral filthy smut lmao(@sophieliz 💛) warnings: explicit content, minors DNI requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

Your heart hammers against your ribcage, a fast rhythm due to the desire pumping in your veins, as well as the adrenaline and about imminent danger that could burst through the door any moment, as Azriel thrust into you and simultaneously your lips close around the heir to the Autumn Court’s proud length. 

Eris groans, and his head falls back, hand quite naturally fisting the hair at the back of your head. "That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. Making us feel so good." 

You know he‘s grinning, his gaze is most definitely locked with Azriel’s, a similar expression probably showing on the Illyrian‘s face.

Your fingers curl into the sheets, grabbing them tightly when a smack lands on your rear, reverberating in the room and being followed by a low chuckle.

"You’re a fucking goddess, Y/N," Azriel groans behind you, setting a relentless pace with every thrust into you.

Taking Eris greedily into your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin, you meet Azriel’s thrusts with every rock of his hips, perfectly matching his pace. 

The adrenaline about the possibility of getting caught mingles with raw, primal desire you feel for the two males and creates a hazy fog within your mind that doesn’t allow you to form more than one coherent thought. There’s nothing but need, nothing but wanton desire that has erased every small ounce of rationality you still had left in you before your bodies came together. Before the three of you came together.

Here. Within the Autumn Court‘s border, where Beron still reigns. Here, in this tiny cottage, far away from the Forest House. But you couldn’t wait a moment longer. You needed them, just as much as they needed you.

If it weren’t for you almost gagging around the heir‘s cock, you would have laughed at the thought. You still remember how much you and Eris both pretended to loathe the Shadowsinger. The spymaster from the other court. Somehow a colleague, but also the enemy. You have been working as Eris’ most loyal spy for many years now, and when you picked up the job you could have never imagined that one day you would end up like this - between them, getting fucked simultaneously by the heir to the Autumn Court and the spymaster of the Night Court. Them making you feel so good you almost see stars.

"Fuck, she’s so perfect," Eris growls, his hips jerking forward, the broad head of his dick touching the back of your mouth. "And stunning. Gods, you’re doing so well."

The praise is like balm to your soul, just like the gentle touch of Azriel’s callused hand, rubbing over your backside, over the sport he earlier slapped.

"She’s almost too good for us," Azriel chuckles. "Fucking perfect little thing."

But then…

There’s suddenly silence, a sudden moment that seems frozen in time, neither of them says a word, neither of them makes a sound and even their bodies begin to slow. 

You look up at Eris while removing your lips with a plop, hoping to catch sight of his eyes. Hoping that they will tell you everything is alright.

But it isn’t. Nothing seems alright for a split second.

Azriel’s hands are on your hips, warm and steady, comforting, but when you watch Eris for a moment longer you realise he radiates everything but comfort.

"What is—?" The heir’s hand falls to your mouth, softly sealing it shut and cutting you off. His gaze jumps between Azriel and the door of the hut.

For a long moment, nothing happens. Only your heart beat kicks up, thrumming against your ribcage like a wild stallion, until—

"False alarm. I thought someone was out there, but it must have been a wild animal."

In unison, Azriel and you blow out a breath as Eris‘ hand lifts off your mouth. 

The former tension vanishes, desire sparks anew in his eyes and with a smile on his lips, Eris tips your chin up, meeting your gaze. "Now, where were we, sweetheart?"

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ooh for the drabble requests, could you do Eris x reader with 18 from the angst prompts? p.s. i love your writing!

here you go💛thank you for the request and the kind words

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pairing: Eris Vanserra x Reader request: 18 from the angst prompts: hands trembling while holding their pale, bloodied face, "k-keep your eyes open, for fucks sake! PLEASE-please please, talk to me. warnings: blood, gore, death (mentioned) requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

Ash and smoke curl above the ground like shadows mourning the loss of all the fallen warriors. The battlefield had become a graveyard within a few moments of fighting, and every day that followed until it ended brought even more soldiers to their fall. 

Where there used to be shouts of war, the rhythmic clang of steel against steel, horses neighing and people crying, there’s now silence. Silence that feels deafening and is only interrupted by soft wails. Wails of those poor souls who not even the strongest fae can do any more healing for.

And through it all, he’s running hastily across the blood-soaked earth. Eris Vanserra’s boots are coated in mud and blood as he races through the fallen warriors. 

It was the last battle. The final battle against Koschei when he lost you out of sight. And in the moments after -after the win- you didn’t return. You haven’t returned ever since, and ignoring every advice and order given by the other High Lords he went out onto the battlefield again, wanting to find you.

The scent of iron and death clings to wind as he makes his way through the fallen warriors, the mud, the dirt, the blood until—

Eris drops to the ground as the world around him begins to spin, knees hitting the mud hard, everything within him freezing, coming to a standstill. 

His breath hitches, chest heaving as he crawls to your side, hands trembling when he reaches for you. “No, no, no–” he whispers, voice cracking with every spoken syllable. His fingers hover above your bloodied face, afraid to touch, afraid to feel. A gash runs along your side, soaking your leathers in a deep red. But your fingers twitch the slightest bit, as if you know he’s here. As if you feel his presence without having to see him - your eyes are unfocused, glimpsing up at the sky through almost closed lids.

But the slight tremor in your digits gives him hope and enough strength to know what he has to do. He needs to get you out of here. He needs to bring you to the healer’s tent, to call for Thesan to come for your help. 

So, trying to level his breathing and calm down as much as needed to not hurt you when hoisting you up, he gathers you in his arms like you are made of glass, afraid to break any moment, cradling you against his chest. “I’m here. I’m here for you. I got you. It’s over. We did it. We won.” 

But did he really win when it feels like he’s losing the most important person in his life?

“Y/N,” he breathes as he begins to rise. “I need you to stay with me. I’m here. Keep your eyes open. Keep them open for me, my love.” You hang limply over his arms, lids barely open, lips parted. 

He knows how much pain you are in, he can see all the open wounds, all the blood. 

Once he’s standing, he begins to walk. Not too fast, to not hurt you even more, but also not slow, so he returns to the tents as soon as possible. You grow heavier in his arms, your limbs becoming looser as if you are letting go and it terrifies him. 

Eris tries to stay calm, but he fails. Hs panic gets the best of him, one hand falling to your head, brushing his fingers over your bloodied face. “K-Keep your eyes open, for fuck’s sake! PLEASE—please, please, talk to me. Please stay with me!”

But you don’t react, having lost too much blood, the pain too overwhelming for your body. There’s only so much you can take and this … the wounds … are too much. You can’t answer him, although you want to. To assure him you will be alright, that he doesn’t need to worry. But you can’t

He begins to walk faster, holding you tighter, cradling you against him. “Don’t you dare leave me. You’re going to be alright. You hear me? You’re going to be alright. But you need to stay with me. Please. Please, stay with me.”

The wind howls lowly when he reaches the small mountain the healer’s tent is perched upon, the sun above it bleeds into the sky, shining mercilessly down on him like it’s mocking him. Another thing you will lose, Eris Vanserra, it seems to say. 

But not this time. He won’t lose you. He forces his aching legs to walk faster. He pushes his feet into the ground, his heart thunders, every breath he sucks in feeling like it will break him apart. But he will bring you to safety. He will make this right. He won’t lose you.

“HELP! I need a healer! Now!” Eris’ voice tears through the silence of what once used to be the battlefield, raw and commanding, laced with panic. “Help! Help me!”

He manages the last few steps before reaching the healer’s tent where Thesan and some others are already taking you into their arms. He collapses onto the ground next to the sick bed you are laid upon, reaching for your hand.

“I love you. I love you, do you hear me? You’re my mate. My heart. My everything. And you will stay with me. Please don’t make me live in a world without you.”

He would have traded every victory, every ounce of power, just to keep you safe. Just to keep you alive. You are his world and he will do everything in his power to keep you.

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pairing: Gwyn x Balthazar request: Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life. (@nocasdatsgay💛) warnings: none requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

“That’s Sirius,“ Balthazar explains, his fingers lazily brushing through Gwyn’s copper hair, her head resting on his chest, right above his heart as she looks at the sky that stretches wide above them, illuminated by millions of small stars.

Behind them, Windhaven has long ago entered the night, silence surrounds them, as well as the fresh air of the Illyrian mountains. Moonlight spills across the meadow behind the houses of the war camp, the damp grass beneath their bodies not uncomfortable, but rather enjoyable in this warm summer night.

“The brightest star in the sky, right?” Gwyn hums, tipping her head back the slightest bit so she can meet her mate’s eyes. 

Balthazar is already looking at her, smiling softly when their gazes meet. “It is, and you know what it reminds me of?”

She pulls her lip between her teeth, expectancy glowing in her eyes, and shakes her head. Only so much that her head doesn’t have to leave Balthazar. Or his warmth. His comfort. His peace. 

“Who?” she eventually asks as he only keeps looking at her, his eyes transfixed on her so it almost seems as if he got lost in her eyes, unable to talk for a moment. 

Tenderly he brushes his index finger over her brow before tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Your eyes.” A boyish grin lights up his face, his own eyes twinkling with honesty. “The first moment I saw you, the first moment I looked into those eyes I was enthralled by you.”

Gwyn giggles softly into the fabric of his shirt. “You said my eyes reminded you of the ocean, Lord Balthazar. And now the brightest star?” she whispers, remembering the many nights she has replayed him saying exactly those words before falling asleep. 

“I did,” he says. “Your eyes remind me of the ocean when sunlight dances on the waves. Bright, clear, stunning. Like they could light up even the darkest night.”

She can only bury her face in his chest, otherwise one of two things would happen: either she would once again begin to cry because she can’t believe her luck of having met someone like Balthazar, or she would shout loudly about how amazing Balthazar is and that would wake the whole war camp - something she doesn’t really want to happen right now.

So, all she does is hide in his shirt before starting to pamper his chest with kisses. Many of them. First, she kisses his strong pectorals, then his belly, before moving up again and eventually pressing a soft, little peck to his lips. 

“I will never be able to thank the Mother enough for making me find you. For you being in my life, Balthazar.” She locks her gaze with his. “I was so alone before you, even when I was surrounded by people. I was falling, and felt like I could never land, drowning in fear and worries that I wouldn’t admit out loud to anyone. And then … there were you. And you fixed all the parts I thought were forever broken, you brought the light back to my soul and …” Her voice is trembling as much as her fingers are. 

Balthazar just keeps holding her, and his eyes her gaze, waiting, not rushing her to continue speaking. 

Gwyn inhales deeply, clears her throat and smiles. “And you made me see how wonderful love can be. How wonderful love is, how wonderful it feels to be loved.” She kisses the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, tasting the salt of the tear that escaped the corner of his eye. 

“You’re my everything, my mate,” she whispers against his skin, before cuddling up against him again.

“You are my world, Gwyneth,” he answers in return, voice thick with emotion and love. “The reason I wake up with a smile every morning, the peace that calms even the most stressful days of being a camp lord, and the last thought when I fall asleep at night. You make everything feel right, from sunrise to night. I love you more than words could describe.”

Now, she can no longer stop the tears. As it is most of the times when Balthazar suggests for them to have a cosy, lovely evening. It always ends in him declaring his love for her, saying how happy and proud he is to call her his, or that she is one of the strongest females he has ever met … And she knows he will never stop doing so. He will never stop praising and loving her. He will always make her his priority, come fire or storm.

When noticing her tears, Balthazar chuckles softly, pulling her closer and tucking her head beneath his chin. Reaching for her hand, he intertwines their fingers, making their hands rest on his belly, their legs tangled together.. 

“You are too good for this world, my mate,” she whispers and feels the soft press of his lips against the top of her head. “Too good for m–”

“Never.” He kisses her again. “My love, you deserve it all. Every I love you, every kiss, every piece of me.“

She closes her eyes, letting the warmth of his words settle into the scars of wounds she thought would never heal and her soul begins to smile.

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Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

This prompt for Gwyn and Balthazar 😍

here you go💛 thank you for requesting

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Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Azriel × reader

here you go💛

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pairing: Azriel x Reader request: Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back. warnings: explicit, minors DNI requests are still open, you can find the guidelines here

"Cauldron!" Your head lolls back when a loud moan parts your lips. Your entire body is shaking, trembling under his large frame, always on the brink of unconsciousness as he keeps pounding into you. Fast, but deep, making you feel every inch of his hard length, making sure you will come a sixth time this night. He’s long not done with you, although you already begin to see stars.

But you can’t complain. Never. Not when it comes to Azriel and how he makes love to you - how he fucks you. It’s always about you, always about your pleasure. Always about making you come at least three times before he allows himself the pleasure. You are his priority. Always. And making you come is his greatest joy, and his goal every single night you make love.

He can be gentle, he can be soft, when he wants to and when you want him to. 

Not tonight though. Tonight you need him exactly how he likes to fuck. Hard. Rough. Merciless. But nevertheless, passionate and deep. Making you feel everything.

His glorious length is stretching your walls so much, you feel a hint of pain. But the exact amount of pain to still make it feel pleasurable and to remind you that you won’t be able to walk like a normal fae for the next few days. But you would never want him to stop. If this night could go on forever, so shall it be.

Azirle has set a harsh tempo, your legs thrown over his shoulders, toes brushing his wings, as he thrusts into you, his eyes not once leaving your face, lips slightly parted, all his muscles taut, and a thin film of sweat coating his tan skin.

With every passing moment, you find it harder to look at him, to keep your lids open when your eyes begin to roll back in your head, and a hazy fog of bliss fills your brain.

“Who’s making you feel so good, huh?” Azriel bends further over your, one scarred, callused hand stroking up your chest, kneading your breast before he curls his fingers around your throat.

Your mouth may be open, lips parted from all the ragged breaths swooshing in and out of your lungs and the moans and soft cries he draws from you, but your brain struggles to form coherent sentences, and to tell your mouth to speak. 

You gulp down air, hoping for your mate to be patient enough to give you this little time to catch yourself. “You – Gods!” You cry out in pleasure, eyes closing, as he hits that one spot so very deep inside of you. “You do!”

“My name!” Azriel’s voice has dropped to a low growl and your eyes blink open, landing on the glorious, breathtaking male, that is your mate. Damp strands of hair fall into his forehead, glazed with sweat, eyes darkened by desire, lips swollen from all the kisses you have shared this night.

“Azriel!” Your back bows off the bed. “My mate. My husband.” 

It’s always his undoing. Calling him your mate, will always unleash some primal force within him that makes him want to claim you as his even more. Even harder. 

He lowers your legs to the mattress, before sitting you both up and hoisting you onto his lap. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t stop, within an instant, he begins to continue the merciless rhythm from earlier, now only taking you from a different angle. 

One that makes you feel even better. And this time you truly begin to see stars. Azriel’s broad hands keep you upright, as he tries to chase your lips. But your head lolls back, his name and soft curses mingling with moans. 

You fail to kiss him back, only able to return his gesture with an open mouthed, sloppy brush of your lips, no longer able to control anything as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you, satisfaction crashing into you so hard, you feel like you are floating. 

It’s too much, but at the same time it’s absolute perfection. The way he makes you feel. The way he loves you so much. They way your souls belong to one another.

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Here are some prompts to help you brainstorm ways to contribute to Eris Week. Whether you're into writing fic, creating art, crafting quotes, developing headcanons, theorising, making playlists, or anything else, these questions can help spark your creativity! Remember, we're all here to support each other's ideas, so feel free to step out of your comfort zone and try something new!

Read more below the cut.

Mates

Who is your preferred match for Eris?

What qualities will Eris look for in a mate?

How does Eris' relationship with his mate influence his actions and decisions?

What challenges do Eris and his mate face in their relationship?

Will Eris find his mate throughout the books?

How do Eris and his mate support each other through difficult times?

How does the bond between Eris and his mate evolve over time?

Favourite Trope

Do you have any favourite tropes that would fit perfectly for Eris?

Which common tropes in connection with Eris will we read about in the next books?

What are some classic tropes seen in Eris's relationships with other characters?

Will Eris have his own "enemies to lovers" storyline?

How do tropes help to highlight Eris' strengths and powers? Or vulnerabilities?