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Goosie’s Azris

Fics:

Dress Up For Me | Ao3 | Tumblr | fluff, smut, humor, established relationship in not exactly canon setting | 7k words

Thesan and his love have graciously taken it upon themselves to host Nuan's birthday part. Eris, fashionista that he is, knows this is a perfect opportunity to show everyone up by arriving in a fabulous costume with Azriel at his side. Unfortunately for Azriel, Eris abandoned clarity out of excitement. For my sweetheart @the-darkestminds

Collateral Damage | Ao3 | Tumblr | modern au, fluff, smut | 6.9k words

Eris is having a bad day. His twerp of a little brother, Lucien, crashed his car into a motorcyclist. Eris expects chaos and insurance nightmares. Instead, he gets a hot date.

Held | pt.1 tumblr, ao3 | pt. 2 coming soon | canon au, secret relationship, fluff, smut, they’re dorks in love your honor

Eris, on a horny whim, reached out to Azriel far sooner than either expected.

Mine {ft. @jules-writes-stories} | Ao3 | Tumblr chapter 1 & 2 | submissive pet Az/Pleasure dom Eris, SMUT, FLUFF | 13.2k words | Chapter 3 coming soon 🧎‍♀️

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.)

Their Dark | Ao3 | Tumblr | canon setting, fluff, humor, smut and very kinky shadows | 2.6k words

Eris is left to his own devices as Azriel attended to Rhysand flavored bullshit. Thankfully the Shadowsinger’s swarm is there to tide him over until Az returned.

Finally | Ao3 | Tumblr | canon setting, secret relationship, angst, fluff, smut, humor (I didn’

It’s been fifty-three years since Eris had seen his mate. A short visit in the woods and a night in the Moonstone Palace was all they could afford of each other, for now.

Say Please | Ao3 | Tumblr | canon setting, smut | 1.5k words

Eris and Azriel love a grueling sparring session, but it’s the winner’s prize that really gets them going.

So much more below the cut, goddamn I yap 🤭

I Wouldn’t Hesitate | Tumblr | established azris, azriel x cassian, smut | 2k words

Cassian finds Az amid his moping and wrestled him for the cause. Once learning his breeding kink had gone unsatiated, he didn’t waste a brain cell before stepping up to the plate.

A Civil Shitshow | Ao3 | Tumblr | canon setting, fluff and smut | 6.1k words

The high ranking members of Night, Day and Autumn gather to honor the newly mated and married Lucien and Elain Spell-Cleaver. Ever the opportunists, Eris and Azriel plan to take advantage of the occasion.

Our Booth | Ao3 | Tumblr | modern au, collateral damage alternate ending, smut | 3k words

They fuck on their first date.

Choking Hazard | Ao3 | Tumblr | modern au, smut, fluff, sub bratty Az/eris vandaddy | 2.3k words

Azriel wants to know who’s better with their mouths, they horizontally put their skills to the test… Eris supposed he should’ve known that the need to please him combined with Azriel’s competitive behavior would lead to the best head he’s ever had... and possibly suffocation.

High Lord Hijinks | Ao3 | Tumblr | cannon setting, smut, fluff | 960 words

After weeks of waiting impatiently, Eris finally received his special, intimate order from Thesan- master tinkerer and fellow lover of winged males…. Unfortunately for the newly-wedded Lordly couple of Autumn, the High Lords of Dawn were not as keen to bond over sex toys. After a particularly thrilling incident with a butt plug, Eris and Azriel decide that next time they'll just have lunch.

Mice High Club | Ao3 | Tumblr | modern au, smutttt | 6.7k words

Eris decides he needs a small vacation. He chose a getaway to Aruba and he planned on bringing his boyfriend with him. Little did he know, Azriel planned on being a brat for as long as he could… So right up until the point Eris fucked the attitude out of him. And I added another chapter of them fucking at their destination.

Dirty Dancing | Ao3 | Tumblr | cannon setting, smut, fluff | 6.2k words

Eris gets unceremoniously dragged along for a night out in the Night Court with Azriel, where a drunken evening at a bar turns into an impromptu bisexual awakening—complete with a freaky encounter in the bathroom.

Meet Broccoli | Ao3 | Tumblr | cannon setting, smut, fluff | 2.7k words

High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra, was late for a dick appointment. The scoundrel that was one of his hounds needed to bounce around some walls that weren’t inside his home.

Worry Together | Ao3 | Tumblr | cannon setting, angst, smut, fluff | 3.9k words

Rhysand calls Azriel away the last day of Eris’s visit to their private, infrequently used cabin in the Steppes. Eris’s, his mate, and his own stress over not making it back in time leads Azriel to lose sight of his target. By the time he returned, just two hours before his mate would leave for his father’s table, he was fuming at himself, Eris’s lack of availability and their shitty circumstances. After a harrowing spat, the pair do their best to salvage the visit.

Beach Brat | Ao3 | Tumblr | modern au, smut, fluff

They fuck on a beach in Aruba, Azriel has eleven toes, Eris likes that for some reason, weird guy yanno

Azris Drabbles:

Made To | Tumblr | Fluffy as hell

Sweeten and Savor | Tumblr | Fluffff

Reciprocal | Tumblr | Fluff and Smut

Remain | Tumblr | Smut and fluff

Change in Menu | Tumblr | Smutty smut smut

Concentration | Tumblr | SMUT

Tease | Tumblr | Smutttt

Huzzah! | Tumblr | smUTT

Pillow Loving | Tumblr | post-nut fluff

Blissful Ignorance | Tumblr | fluff

Floating Boats | Tumblr | fluffff

Background Azris:

Should Have | Ao3 | Tumblr | cannon setting, smut, fluff | 7.9k words | Cassian x Eris x Azriel

Eris fell asleep waiting for Azriel to return from training the Valkyries with Cassian atop the House of Wind. He was woken by the wrong feral bat. But ever the petty male, Eris decided fuck it, or fuck him rather, Azriel should’ve known better than to leave him waiting. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on the participant, Azriel proved why Eris should’ve waited and Cassian should’ve asked him.

Relent | Ao3 | Tumblr | modern au, smut | 3.9k words | Elain x Lucien x Azriel

Azriel’s boyfriend is ghosting him and as much as he tried, he couldn’t help but give in and take the next best thing to Eris: his roommate and boyfriend’s brother, Lucien and his girlfriend, Elain.

Thank you thank you thank you @the-darkestminds for beta reading every fic, I love you dearly 💗aside from meet broccoli which was checked over by @makinglongwordsslutty thank you for that and also drawing out eris smiling in braids, I’ll neverrrr forget that babe 🫶

Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported my silly n sexy Azris collection and my writing as a whole, you’ve gotten me through a tough time by laughing with me and I appreciate all of you💗

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Goosie Drabbles

Concentration | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 1.2k (some bondage and fuckery, Dom Az)

Made To | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 450 (flufffff)

Change in Menu | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 1.2k (ass eating mwahahhaha)

Remain | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 750 (Eris wants to sleep with it inside, Azriel’s large wingspan say fuck yes)

Pillow Loving | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 200 words | FLUFFFF.

Floating Boats | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 670 words | secret relationship fluffff

Reciprocal | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 680 words | modern au, FLUFF, SMUT

Sweeten and Savor | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 275 (fluffffluffffluff)

Tease | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 600 (Az in a maid uniform fucked over the sink by lawyer!eris)

Huzzah! | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 90 (Goofy silly backshot)

Blissful Ignorance | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 600 words | F L U F F

Pillow Loving | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 200 words | post-nut fluffiness

Reprieve | Lady of Autumn | 700 (this is the only one with any angst lol)

Background | Nesta Archeron x Cassian | 180 (Cass is a total iPad kid while munchin on pussy)

Queen @the-darkestminds beta’d every single one like the lovely angel she is, love u mamas 😘

Thank you to everyone who’s supported me and my silly horny (and like one sad) drabbles and my writing in general, I question your judgment but appreciate you deeply 💗💗💗

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Check out all our amazing 2025 contributions here! Thanks to everyone who participated <3

Day 1 - First Heat/Rut

Comfort by @littlest-w01f (Azriel x Vanserra!sister reader x Eris) Somewhere Safe to Land by @whisperingmidnights (Cassian x Nesta x Gwyn) The Gold and the Rust by @thesistersarcheron (Feysand) it's new (the shape of your body) by @rosanna-writer (Cassian x Amren) Buried Beneath by @tadpolesonalgae (Eris x Reader x Elain) Between the Jaws of Fate by @astra-aeterna (Feysand) Bat Boys First Heat/Rut Fic by @nus4y

Day 2 - Pack Bond

OMEGA by @thevalkyriesshadow (Gwynriel) Housewarming by @whisperingmidnights (Azriel x Gwyn x Elain x Lucien) In Silt and Sun by @jules-writes-stories (Thesan x Sahar) Azris Fanart by @nus4y Found by @littlest-w01f (Feysand x Reader) Shared by @tadpolesonalgae (Rhysand x Reader)

Day 3 - Purring & Cuddles

OMEGA by @thevalkyriesshadow (Gwynriel) Awake in the House of Dreaming by @whisperingmidnights (Gwyn x Azriel x Nesta x Cassian Learn Your Lesson by @tadpolesonalgae (Azriel x Reader x Eris) Perfect Cuddles by @danikamariewrites (Azriel x Reader x Nessian) Salus by @whatishowedyouinthedark (Feysand) and they were roommates! (oh my god, they were mates) by @borgeslabyrinth (Feysand)

Day 4 - Knots & Ties

Bodysuits & Backshots by @futurehunt (Azris) Pomegranate Season by @lady-bluebird-luv (Feysand) Practice Makes Perfect by @whisperingmidnights (Elain x Azriel x Gwyn) Tensegrity Fanart by @witchlingsandwyverns commissioned by @whatishowedyouinthedark (Feysand) Three Days, Four Nights new chapter by @thesourcabbage (Azris) Promised by @jules-writes-stories (Azris) Azris fanart by @rentfreeatticsquirrel Soft and Sweet by @tadpolesonalgae (Amren x Reader x Feysand) Between the Jaws of Fate Chapter 2 by @astra-aeterna (Feysand)

Day 5 - Ravaged & Ruined

Promised Chapter 2 by @jules-writes-stories (Azris) Gwynlain Drabble by @rosanna-writer At Least Dinner Will Hold by @whisperingmidnights (Tamlin x Feysand)

Day 6 - Monster Mayhem

A Friend In Need - Tamsand fanart by @fourteentrout A Friend In Need Part 2 by @fourteentrout (Tamsand) Repulsive by @tadpolesonalgae (Koschei x Reader x Elain)

Day 7 - Free Day

OMEGA by @thevalkyriesshadow (Gwynriel) Let Me Take Care of You by @icey--stars (Azris) Do Me Like I Know I'm Yours by @dottielovegood (Feysand) The Bitching of Beron Vanserra by @g00seg1rl (Bryaxis x Beron)

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MORRIGAN x Human reader smut story ?

Oooh that sounds yummy, I’m working on a LoA/maid!reader now but this can totally be added to the list 🙂���↕️🧎‍♀️🫶💗

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7!

7. The fic I’m proudest of?

It’s between Should Have, Mine and Dress up for me 💗

Should Have feels like the best smut I’ve written, I think Mine is some of my best fluff (Finally is a runner up) and then Dress up for me because I find it the funniest!

Gahhh okay more honorable mentions (I think I’ve written too much) to civil shitshow for being my first work and pizza smut/collateral damage for making me feel like an actual writer lol

Thank you for asking pookie, the questions are here for other inquisitive minds 🧎‍♀️🫶💗🪿

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11 18 26 :•)

11. Do I outline my fics?

Not really, I’ve tried but I don’t stick to it and find it constrains my creativity if I plan too much.

Typically I go in with a vibe and premise and let loose, sometimes I do plan dialogue in advance though.

18. How do I choose which POV to write in?

When I first started writing, almost a year ago now, I would not let Eris’s pov go, I don’t think I switched until I wrote Relent (Elain/Lucien/Azriel).

So pretty much I will always choose Eris unless I can’t or exposing his POV would be a detriment to the fic. I just really enjoy his snark and wit 🧎‍♀️

26. My favorite part about writing?

The escapism it grants can feel very cathartic and I’ve always enjoyed entertaining people 🫶

Thank you for asking lovely 💗💗 the questions are hereee!

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35 for the fanfic writer's ask!

35. Favorite review?

Ooo okay, I sorted through comments and reviews from fellow writers and honestly @hornysadfrog commenting “Your writing is beautiful, so poetic and sweet, like a fancy chocolate ☺️” really warmed my heart and captures the sort of energy I try to bring (when it’s not just raunchy smut lol). That was from Held 🤭

Thank you for asking 🧎‍♀️💗

Oh! Honorable mention to @mistandmemories for calling my writing Shakespornian, I will always appreciate that 🪿🫶💗

The questions are here ✨

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WIP Wednesday | Cassian x Eris*

*Both Eris and Cassian want someone else, but they're brought together in moments of desperation (background Nessian and Azris pining)

a snippet |

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Hearth light flickers across walls the color of winter pine. Old growth trees can be seen from the beveled windows and Cassian recalls Mor once likening this Court to a jewel box full of pretty sadists and smoke damage. 

Here, looking out at the citrine-ruby forest beneath a lapis lazuli sky, Cassian understands. Because surrounded by all this beauty, one with it, is Eris Vanserra. 

It’s uncanny how the male can unravel him with cruel words and even crueler silence. The only other soul to make him feel this unworthy is Nesta Archeron. It’s in her eyes: steel and thunder, the impervious tilt of her chin, that mouth—a wasp nesting in ripe fruit. 

It reminds him of every High Fae noble who’s walked through doors locked to a bastard-born, dirt poor Illyrian. The petty nostril flares and down turned lips, averted gazes and laughter behind smooth, ringed hands. 

For five hundred years, Cassian has met each blow with his head held high. He’s learned to read a room, and a Fae, because anyone who’s grown up poor learns quickly or dies. 

It’s different with Nesta. She is different. He cares too much, wants too deeply. He’s tried to open the door to her self-appointed cage, to pet and soothe. Yet she bites again and again. And only in these darkest hours, goaded into a lather by his own frustration, can Cassian admit defeat. Now, all he wants is to rattle the bars of Nesta’s loneliness and force her to see him, how hard he’s trying. 

Cassian is not the dumb beast this prince assumes him to be. Nor is he the carefree, jocular warrior his family loves. Beneath it all is uncut ambition and full throated fear. Fear that he will once again have nothing. Fear that he’ll be unable to protect his loved ones from thrown stones, jeers, and fists. 

He’ll never forget his mother’s face on that last day, eye swollen shut and lips cracked. How she’d walked with a permanent limp. He cannot remember how her foot had been shattered, nor who had done it. Only that he wished he could wake up and hurt them—again, and again. 

Now, Eris sits on the edge of an enormous bed. It is covered in silk so sumptuous it looks to be poured rather than laid and possesses more pillows than any one-headed Fae needs. The prince is all long lines and pale skin. Cassian wants to mark him, hurt him and make him cry out. 

Because this male is just like Nesta with his soft mouth that spits sharp words and eyes like ore. Their bodies are both strong and lithe—part warrior, part dancer. And their magic licks at Cassian with forked tongue and flame. 

“Strip.” Cassian’s voice is hollow and he surprises himself. He’s never talked to a lover, a bed partner—anyone he’s intended to fuck—like this. 

Eris seems surprised as well. He’s used to giving orders. Not tonight. 

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Fanfic Author Asks!

(I love these things so much, I thought I would do my own lol)

How many WIPS do you currently have?

Do you prefer oneshots or longfics?

What was the last thing you looked up for a fic?

Do you save your 'cut scenes' from your fics? (Want to share one?)

Where do you get your title inspiration from?

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What fic are you the proudest of?

Has anyone ever drawn fanart for one of your fics before?

What time do you prefer to write? (Day, night, etc.?)

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What is something you really like about your work(s)?

Do you look at comments right away? Or save them for later?

How do you write your fics? (Handwritten, google docs, word, etc)

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How do you decide what POV to write in?

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What made you start writing?

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Bonus: Readers, tell your fave authors something you liked about their fics/works!

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

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

Day One: Creature Feature

Day Two: Slice of Life

Day Three: Contact

Day Four: Read Between the Lines

Day Five: Favorite Trope/AU

Day Six: Safe for Work

Day Seven: Free Day

Azris Week Coundown: Playlist

Azris Week Countdown: Self-Spotlight

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Tax Season by @wrraccountant(ao3 fic): Boundaries (ao3 artwork)

Fanart of @wrraccountant's chemistry-laden Tax Season(ao3). This is one of my holy-grail Azris fics. Thank you so, so, SO much, Warrior, for letting me translate your brilliant ideas into art. If you haven't read it--PLEASE READ IT!! I am obsesssseddd. On my hands and knees!! The snappy flirting is so GOOOD!!

This was the July Request from my Patreon's request tier!! $5 Patrons get to submit an idea, and I'll draw one of the submitted ideas the following month. Patrons get a chance at a cheap commission, and I get to challenge myself with some fun prompts :D

Let me know if you want on/off the tag train!! :D @wovendreamscapes @pippsmcgee @astro-h0e-4azris @constantsins @makinglongwordsslutty @disney-acotar-hp @chunkypossum @g00seg1rl @jules-writes-stories @mudandmire @mistandmemories @the-darkestminds @wrraccountant @shadowsandlint @molcat07 @nus4y @talibunny30 @fourteentrout @futurehunt @alexof90s

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Dress Up For Me

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra | wc: 7k | ao3

Summary: Thesan and his love have graciously taken it upon themselves to host Nuan's birthday part. (Don't ask how old she is, that's rude and the author didn't decide). Eris, fashionista that he is, knows this is a perfect opportunity to show everyone up by arriving in a fabulous costume with Azriel at his side. Unfortunately for Azriel, Eris abandoned clarity out of excitement.

For Day Four, read between the lines, of @azrisweek and for my dear friend and beta @the-darkestminds 💗

All the words below the bow or over on ao3, enjoy!

“Oh- for the love of the Mother, ugh, why do his missives always land obnoxiously,” Eris exasperated as Azriel gingerly lifted the ivory card from the gravy-covered mashed potatoes.

Eris took a shallow sip of whiskey as Azriel skimmed the letter, eyebrows raising as he ran out of words.

“Hm, well you’ll forgive him for giving you a chance to play dress-up,” Az placated, a loving taunt gleaming in his eyes. He passed the note to Eris, and their knuckles purposefully brushed.

“I need no justifications to feel fabulous,” he scoffed. “And I’ll be the judge of my pardons,” Eris muttered as he set to peruse the letter.

The High Lord of Autumn and his handsome consort are cordially invited to the small gathering for Nuan’s birthday. Please arrive on time and wearing a costume.

Leather bat does not count, Azriel.

“The footnote itself is worthy of penance,” Eris conceded, his smirk growing to match his husband’s.

“Ah, yes. The renowned hatred for my Leathers.” Azriel sighed, resigned to the critique as he refused to branch out a bit wardrobe-wise.

“No one hates them, they make your ass look splendid, but no one appreciates them when you wear them to mating ceremonies and baby showers,” Eris explained as slowly as he would to teach the alphabet to Cassian.

“Okay, the showers don’t count. Night doesn’t have those and I thought we’d be rained down upon by fiery Autumn babies, I was being prepared.”

“The spy that you are, my love.”

“Hardy har, what is it that you’d like me to wear then?” Azriel rolled his eyes and postured sarcasm but there was a sincerity to his question, a sincere want to please his mate. Simp.

Eris tapped his chin thoughtfully, dinner forgotten as he tried to word just go bare respectfully. “Hmm, well your ass should still look splendid-”

“I’m offended you think it would look anything but.”

“Heh. Butt.”

“Your sophistication is centuries in the making and one behind pun and you’re chittering like a child.”

“Sophistication is overrated, let’s go naked,” Eris proposed.

“What even is the costume?” Azriel surprisingly didn’t immediately say no.

“The sexiest fae in Prythian.”

“Despite saying it so officially, I don’t think that counts, my dear.” He held Eris’s hand through the tough news.

“Oh alright, I’ll get back to you on that,” Eris assured.

With dinner cold and concluded, the couple made their way to their chambers, the ginger half of their soul pondering the skimpiest and wittiest outfit he could force Azriel out of the house in as he swayed his hips through the archway.

Eris was only half present on their hunt. Lucien (that observant twerp) had noticed and the chances of his little brother not taking the opportunity to unravel the kink in Eris’s nonchalance were none to null.

“Quieter than ever, Eris,” Fuckface Obvious noted.

“Lively conversation requires more than one functioning brain, so I’m afraid I’ll wait till we get to Elain and Azriel.” Eris sighed, pushing the mock grief of his apatheticism into the dramatic sound.

“So it’s not Azriel-related,” Lucien gathered.

Fucking Hel.

“My mate and I are indeed fine. How are you and yours?” Eris deflected responded, quickening his horse's trod.

“Oh, we’re dandy. I’ve heard no reports of any Autumnal political mishaps. Is Mother alright?”

“Oh she’s fine, truly Lucien, everything is alright. I’m just figuring out a way to outdo everyone at Nuan’s shin-dig.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage, you gaudily always do.”

“I do nothing gaudily,” Eris corrected.

“And Beron was my Father,” Lucien luciened, a term Eris coined for whenever Lucien said something only the bastard (affectionate, envious) could.

Eris snorted, thanking Praline for getting ahead of his brother and his brother’s stallion in time to avoid him seeing the devious smile forming on his face. He hated being read so easily, and Lucien dissecting his grin was the fastest way to stop it.

It was perfect, they could dress as Cauldron Made. Eris would be able to bring out his moonlight suit and mimic Nesta’s eyes and Azriel... could figure it out. The important part was that Eris had an excuse to brandish the custom tailored suit by the prior Lady of Night herself centuries ago.

Now a few feet ahead, Eris ran his thumb through the dark current on his opposite wrist, nudging the small shade into a communicative state before lifting the aforementioned wrist to his lips.

Dress as Made. Seriously, no leathers.

He lowered his hand and tightened his grip on the lead as Praline bounded through clearing after clearing, their hunt abandoned and replaced by a hoof-race as Lucien closed in behind him.

Eris grinned freely as he heard Lucien’s victorious, booming laughter as he got ahead.

“Why the fuck does he want me to dress as a maid!?” Azriel wasn’t sure who he was asking, but he was not satisfied with their lack of a response.

“What?” came Nesta’s familiar ire-molded tone.

“h’Oh shit, Nes, hey, hi, sorry, I didn’t know you were reading.”

“In my library, where you just saw me ten minutes ago.”

“I- I had forgotten.”

“Spies must be as rare as your shadows for you to be the best.”

“Hey, wow, ouch.” Azriel truly felt like Rhys as he clutched his very broken heart and fell onto the couch next to her, accidentally sitting on her blanket-clad feet and getting kicked in the thigh for it. “You know they keep me around for my looks.” Az grinned as he saw Nesta’s lips begrudgingly twitch into a smirk.

“Alright, sorry, I’ve been a tad fed up with Cass and I do not want to talk about it.”

“I mean I didn’t ask--” Az felt like being a little shit.

“Oh well if I must–” Nesta did as well, apparently.

“You do recall me having the conversation-initiating outburst, yes?”

“Oh, not everything is about you, Az, and if your mate wants you to dress like a maid then you should be busy looking for heels. Consider stilettos.”

“I don’t even know why I come to you with problems.”

“You didn't even know I was in here!”

“Okay, okay fine, what’s wrong with you and Cass?”

“Now I don't want to tell you.”

“Oh, whatever!” Az left the chuckling Nesta to go find… Where in Hel could someone buy a maid’s uniform to fit an Illyrian?

Lucien and Elain were a few jade padded steps from the arching birchwood doors they knew familiarly; they were here for dinner weekly to spend time with Nuan and engorge themselves on Dawn’s delicacies but Nuan’s estate never failed to take their collective breath away.

A beachfront manor attached to three consecutive workshops, each dedicated to different crafts and divided amongst them was the resident Fae’s attention if she’d have it her way. Lucien would always check these cabins first when attempting to locate the female who was as skittish as a mouse and constantly winnowing around. Lucien would always carry an ounce of envy around Dawn Fae and they’re infinite ability to poof and repoof.

The manor itself was a clear labor of love, each pale green pillar expertly carved spirally, vines and ivy engraved around each curving line. The same twining pattern was etched into the molding of every room, and the chambers here were countless so it truly spoke volumes about Nuan’s dedication when he learnt that she built this entire beachside on her own. And it was blatant with each copper detail to match her jewelry and every lilac hued window referenced the female’s favorite color of sunset.

As Lucien raised his fist to the bronze knocker, a sharp whistle blared from their right making Lucien regret the three… five too many glassfulls with Tamlin last night. He hoped the best for whatever prick decided a whistle was a proper greeting.

Oh, it was Eris. He no longer hoped for the prick’s best.

Elain chittered as Eris spun her into a hug, her fake butterfly wings and flowy yellow dress moving with them. Lucien’s inquiry into why the fuck whistling was necessary went ignored, as did the hand Eris extended to twirl Lucien. Maybe if he hadn’t whistled. Lucien dished out a small condolence embrace.

“Are you dressed as a disco ball?” Lucien’s perfect, beautiful and lovely mate absolutely rekt his brother.

“What? No, oh Heavens no,” Eris admonished, classic hand clutching his chest. “This,” Eris said as he did a flashy turnaround, “Is one of the only pieces Lady Selena ever exported to another court. The only other is a coat I plan on one day obtaining from Kallias.”

The iconicity of the previous Lady of Night’s creations was Prythian–if not world–wide. The telltale use of midnight dyed silk and Illyrian steel detailing were her own signature. A slimming silver brocade corset underneath a silky, depthless navy overcoat; the trousers were borne of the same glinting fabric as the corset and the deep blue loafers matched his jacket.

“It’s a lovely suit, what size-?”

“Don’t even think it.”

“Alright, alright, we can revisit that another time-”

“No we cannot,” Eris assured. “And yes, the whistling was very necessary, you are half naked and share some of my genetics, did you expect not to be catcalled?” Eris asked. His brow arched and his smile whittled into a smirk before he tsked, “You’re typically far more competent, everything alright?”

“Your harassment and concern flatters me- Oh. Oh wow.”

Azriel walked into view behind Eris, arriving separately for a reason Lucien could only assume was figuring out how to get into such a skimpy outfit, and that was coming from someone wearing a ridonkulously miniature toga because Elain dubbed his costume of the night ‘her arm candy.’

No. Azriel was wearing a maid’s uniform– a small white apron cinching his waist and covering part of the little black dress that barely reached the middle of his muscled thighs; lace garters snugged only a few inches below the ruffled edges of his skirts, holding sheer stockings just above his knees. Lucien’s eyes trailed down to the… Cauldron... six inch red high heels and he commended Azriel’s ankles for not having broken yet.

As far as his mate? Oh, Eris’s jaw was as slack as his arms by his sides, somehow drool hadn’t spilled yet considering the legendary level of ogling and eye-fucknig Eris was achieving. Azriel, once facing Eris, somehow outdid him. His shadows swathed energetically, bobbing around Azriel’s shoulders and twining around his biceps as Az strode towards Eris, a wide grin amidst the pinkness of his face.

“You look incredible,” Azriel gruffed, hands coming to settle around Eris’s cinched waist.

“And youuu,” Eris poked a finger at Az’s chest, “look like a maid?”

“And you look incredible,” Azriel repeated hypnotically and Eris came as close as he’d ever to giggling Lucien had ever heard.

“You said that already, my Star,” Eris pointed out, dimples caving to their deepest and smile beaming its brightest; it’d been decades, but seeing his brother this happy healed parts within himself that always felt slightly guilty for leaving.

“I just… fuck.” Azriel’s words appeared to fail him.

“Why thank you,” Eris did that giggle thing again, pleasing and perplexing Lucien’s ears. “You look rather ’fuck’ yourself, assuming that means fuckable.”

He looked to the bright pink Elain, and Lucien cleared his throat and a small fraction of the sexual tension that was rapidly heading towards the fourth time he would have to watch these two boink.

“Ah, well, I’m sorry about your demotion, Azriel,” Lucien consoled as he clasped the lace-gloved hand Az held out in greeting.

The Shadowsinger, sassy as ever, tore his hand from Lucien’s so very sincere comforting hold and sputtered, “I am very much still Spymaster of Autumn and consort to its High Lord.”

“Yes you are, baby,” Eris patronized lovingly.

Azriel turned to his partner, “And you,” he tapped Eris’s nose, “are a pretentious prick.”

Oh, what the fuck.

Eris scoffed, “Is this a revelation for you?”

“Far from, but who up the Cauldron’s backend dresses as something ‘Made’ to a costume party? Or am I off and this is you cosplaying cutlery?”

“No, you had it right, and if you understand enough to crack jokes, what’s the excuse for this fortunate blunder?”

“Oh whatever blunder do you mean? Maids are made, are they not? Do they appear at whim?”

“And I’m pretentious?”

“You’re both pretentious,” Elain cut in brazenly, cheeks still pinkened, “and I fear that fact requires some moscato,” she deemed and tugged Lucien along as she banged the knocker rapidly until a very amused peregrine they knew to be Nuan’s cousin opened the door.

“Oh, oh apologies dearest, could you get that?”

Azriel was going to strangle him, he was sure of it as he bent over for what had to be the fiftieth time that night so far, to pick up a chip that had just happened to nosedive, along with the Shadowsinger’s patience, off the ledge of the poker table.

The blood rushed quickly to his head as he sat back up to set the small disc back atop Eris’s tall stack. Dawn’s wine always seemed to make Azriel’s head swim along with movements. As he walked it felt like the room was warbling, each step an accomplishment and after the fifth glass he was thrilled he didn’t flop on his face every time he lowered it.

He glowered at the large bank Eris had accrued, knowing any of those little fucks could be the reason he risked his life next.

“Don’t worry, Az, I’ll share.”

He turned his glower to his mate, the vitriol petering instantly as he saw the glee on his husband’s face.

Lack of vitriol didn’t equate to lack of ire, he clarified as he set his hand thumpily on Eris’s silky leg, fingers pincering at the inside of his thigh, the small jolt satisfied the urge to get back, slightly.

He moved his hand up the crease of Eris’s lap to tickle lazily at the exposed skin on his side, raking one nail to steal a gasp and a blush. Eris took a deep sip to blot the moment. Az wouldn’t give him a break, not after all the you missed a spots and outright spanks. Thankfully, his family weren’t here– Cass would never let him live it down and he thought he would’ve strangled Nesta for not saving him this trouble. She might’ve known.

They had probably entered after-party territory at this point. Only Nuan and a pair or High Lords with their winged loves were left still chatting and chuckling at things they wouldn’t have found so funny a glass ago.

Lucien and Elain winnowed away drunkenly to the dismay of Azriel and Eris, who both knew intimately how dangerous it could be to appear somewhere randomly. Unfortunately, upon warning, the couple seemed thrilled by the possibilities.

Hopefully they wouldn’t end up in the Middle, that wasn’t fun, Azriel thought bitterly as he looked over at Eris, who was typically the one to winnow them intoxicated. Likewise, the shadows were terrible at navigation when tipsy. The swarm was warbling out giggles and snickers at everything Eris was saying— which was a lot. His mate never seemed to be quiet.

Azriel didn’t always need quiet, he’d found recently.

He snaked his arm around Eris’s waist and leaned in to kiss the pointed tip of his ear, but unfortunately he miscalculated and bonked his forehead into Eris’s temple.

“H-ah fuck, sorry,” Azriel mumbled, his world tilting as he sat back abruptly.

“Well that’s alright, pretty thing, can’t ask for more when you look like that,” Eris purred, ”not even a brain cell.” He reached a hand to stroke Azriel’s cheekbone but Az rescinded his arm and swatted away Eris’s coddling hand.

Thesan chuckled from the crook of his mate’s neck. Said mate was smirking into his goblet. Nuan was the one to josh along aloud, “Oh come now, Eris,” she tsked, “leave the staff alone.”

“The staff adores my attention.” Eris was so sure of himself as he negated.

“The staff— I,” Az caught himself, cheeks staining wine-red as the table roared with laughter.

He sent a jagged wave of discomfort down the bond. He felt fucking stupid, he’d felt stupid all night but this was pushing it.

“I’m never wearing anything but my leathers ever again,” he swore, then nodded gratefully at Nuan’s sympathetic look.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry dear, no more jokes.” Eris sincerely looked sorry, and Az accepted the consoling kiss on his cheek and couldn’t help but grin at Thesan’s awww.

“Them displaying affection so frankly means we’ve made it past sane hours, all of you get out,” Nuan decreed to all of their dismay and amused grumbles.

“Okay fine, but only because that way Eris doesn't officially win,” Thesan conceded.

“Oh, wait–”

“Oh you’ve been a schmuck to your mate all night, you can do without the win,” Sahar grinned as he karmically snatched Eris’s victory. Az would be lying if he didn’t feel slightly vindicated.

“Okay fine, but only because I am far from done being a pain in his ass,” Eris quipped as they all rose.

“Splendid,” Az gruffed and embraced Nuan in one of those hugs that waddled back and forth until one of them got dizzy. He was surprised he didn’t fall asleep as he stepped back and shook Sahar’s hand.

Once all goodbyes were served, the High couples of Autumn and Dawn went their separate ways. Az tangled his lace-gloved fingers through Eris’s and tugged him down the hall opposite to the exit where the other couple was sauntering.

“Az you drank too much, we were meant to go that way, c’mon,” Eris whined and pulled their joined hands back.

Azriel channeled all his experience playing tug-o-war with Cass and yanked Eris to him, toppling the lithe ginger into his arms.

“I know what I’m doing,” he lied whitely and walked backwards with a shocking amount of grace.

He ran his hands down to the snug cloud-soft trousers separating him from his mate’s lower half and brought their junk together by pushing Eris into him as he ground forward, their blood began racing down to their dicks.

Shadows garbled directions to a near linen closet, step back— no not that back, Singer— oh wait yes, keep going— okay, to your right— oh, no it’s to the left.

He nearly moaned when his clamoring hand finally came in contact with the door knob, forcefully twisting it to the side and pushing as he twisted their bodies and slammed Eris into the shelves of sheets and tablecloths.

“Az, what’s gotten into you!?” Eris gasped against Azriel’s mouth. The only reply received was the Illyrian’s tongue overtaking his mouth.

After a solid amount of snogging and fondling, Az elaborated, “Been a prick all night, can’t believe how much alcohol you spilled to see me bend over,” he chagrined on Eris’s behalf.

He reclaimed Eris’s mouth before giving him a chance to retort. He’d been using that thing too much tonight. If he wasn’t so eager to get inside his ass he would fuck Eris’s mouth until he felt the need to pull out and make him sign a consent form to get his tonsils removed.

He skimmed his hands down the intricate layers of Eris’s corset, deciding that’d be an endeavor to get off and that there’d be Hel to pay later if he tore it. So he left it and moved to take down those soft slacks that Az wanted to nuzzle his face against but would settle for removing.

Eris’s hands grabbed for Az’s shoulders, clinging to the frilly straps as Az and shadows moved together to undo the clasp and slip the pants off respectively, not respectfully.

As soon as the booty was bare, Azriel splayed his fingers, dug in and spread Eris’s cheeks until taut. Then, he stretched out a finger until the lace of his gloves brushed tauntingly against Eris’s rim. Az smirked as Eris groaned and shifted forward, running away as if he didn’t know it was futile.

“Where you goin’, pretty thing?” Az slurred into Eris’s parted, pouting lips.

“Fuck, fuck Az-”

“I’m gettin’ there, be patient for me,” Azriel told him as he loosened one hand’s grip and summoned a vial of oil. He popped open the lid and poured it straight (homosexually) above the cleft of milky skin before tossing it onto a shelf and spreading the oil down and around Eris’s hole.

“Oh, yesss, Az, more, faster,” Eris started asking for more as soon as the tip of Az’s index finger breached his clenched entrance. He quickly pushed in till his first knuckle, then second, then curl, then third, then another finger, he lost himself in bobbing fingers in and out of Eris and the heady feeling of Eris clinging and quivering against him with each inch moved any way.

The seconds stretched thin by wine, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d spent prying Eris open for him. By the time his aching cock reminded him that he had a mission to see through, his fingers were slickly slamming in and out, three fully engulfed in Eris’s fleshy heat.

Perhaps he would consider a more expansive wardrobe, Azriel thought as he easily accessed his cock from beneath his skirts. He shuddered as his slit brushed against Eris’s hip.

“Oh fuck, yes, finally,” Eris moaned as Az withdrew his fingers.

“Yes, yes, I’ve got you.”

“Mm, good, have me,” Eris breathed, hiking a leg up.

Azriel pulled Eris’s ankle to his ear, giving him some space to finagle his cock in between Eris’s thighs. Eris’s flexibility had to be a customization gifted by the Mother herself, and some small sensitive part of him deemed it a fitting reparation after those eleven years Azriel could barely move. He wasn’t a believer in much but Azriel has accepted Eris was the absolution he’d always needed, the being who made all the suffering in his life feel balanced.

“Hhnmmnhng,” Az moaned as he shoved easily past Eris’s rim, hammering up without pausing to let Eris adjust. He set a pace that competed with waves slapping against rocks during high tide, just crash after crash after crash, every meeting of their hips natural and wild.

“Ahhh!” Eris cried. His channel tried clamping down on Az’s dick, but there was no stopping (unless Eris safeworded, of course) his momentum, and the thwap of his balls against the other his’ balls was evidentiary to his vigor and need.

“Oh, oh fuck Eris, feel so good, so hot,” Azriel groaned, leaving out how he felt like his cock was about to turn to ash from the sweltering heat or a diamond from the vice grip surrounding his dick with pressure.

“Ahhhhh!” Eris wailed within the erected sound barriers the author forgot to mention existed earlier and arched his back, bracing for the next stroke.

Az withdrew his hips, and the wet slide sounded so loud, Eris’s moan couldn’t even drown out the sloppy noises as Azriel snapped back in. (Az was concerned for the sound barrier at this point.)

“Oh fuck, baby, so damn tight,” Azriel praised gutterally, the keening moan Eris replied with felt like a stroke on his balls.

“Holy fuckingfuck Az, hngood, s’good,” Eris mewled, his toes curling in Azriel’s periphery.

Pacing was nearly impossible, each stroke was more deliria-inducing than the last, and a rabidity built with his thrusts, aiming to feel more and more of Eris every time, every new inch felt like falling deeper into serenity.

Maybe three minutes in and Azriel already felt like bursting. The working friction was sparking every nerve; every sensation felt magnified and there was no way he was lasting, but on the off chance he’d remember any of this tomorrow, he had to last just a little longer, just had to make Eris come first.

“F-fuckin’ Hel.”

He didn’t even get a chance. Az tried to be mad as Eris’s calf brushed against his wing on its way up to his shoulder and made his whole body freeze and shudder through an explosive orgasm, but he found any real emotions or thoughts to be so difficult to conjure.

He was about to rescind and finish Eris off on his fingers to the best of his abilities but shadows, like an insistent belt, wrapped around his waist and pulled him back inside Eris. He was rapidly softening but Eris didn’t need much, a few aided thrusts and Eris’s back bowed off the shelf.

“AZZRRIEELL!” Eris screamed, threatening the composure of the sound barrier once again.

Eris’s legs shook against him as the corset he was wearing was desecrated by jizz; An acquired fashion taste, sure, but Az couldn’t see it as anything but an improvement.

A shadow who’d been spending too much time with Eris curled around his ear to call him a simp. The prickish noise waterboarded him with the awareness of how creative a vengeful Nuan could be and how close they were coming to being subjected to her malintent.

Azriel pulled out, now allowed by his shadows (when did that table turn?), and slowly lowered Eris’s quivering legs to the ground. He squatted to pick up Eris’s pants and held them spread for Eris to slip into before asking him to shatter the magical barricade around the closet. He slowly clicked the knob open and winced at the influx of bright light. He had barely noticed the lack of light in the small room, eyes full of Eris and darkness inconsequential to Fae of his sort.

They didn’t run per se, they more hastily jogged, quieted by shadows, out of Nuan’s home. The sand kicked up onto his shins by Eris’s sprinting feet felt like victorious, grainy pelts.

“Just like old times,” Az sighed, recalling all the quick rushes of shame out of predicaments their ferality for one another coaxed them into, their combined impulses sing like sexually frustrated sirens.

“We last fucked in a closet only three years ago,” Eris reminded him.

“Oh. That we did,” Az recollected, his post-coital grin refreshing as he reminisced.

“Should I be concerned for my memorability?”

“No, no, I simply forgot that wardrobes weren’t grand enough to be considered rooms themselves, I can remember you behind me in Amren’s like it was my first time.” Azriel smirked.

Eris’s eyebrows shot up. “Was it not your first time being bent over in the little eldritch’s dresser?”

“Oh, you know I meant like virginity, wise-ass.”

“Oh I didn’t think you’d even remember what it felt like to have that feeling in perview.” Eris’s smirk broadened at the mock-outrage on Azriel’s face.

“Woooooow, slut-shamed by my own mate.”

“Have you been paying attention at all tonight?”

“You’re right—”

“Oooo I love the ring of that,” Eris interrupted smugly, “just rolled off the tongue, I’m sure.”

“—I have been paying attention and I definitely let you off easy, you got satisfied like a sitting duck in Nuan’s closet whereas I was publicly teased all night.”

“More vengeance in store? Oh, you spoil me.”

Azriel drew to a sudden stop, spine stiff. A frown played on his full lips, and his brows were pinched unhappily. “Seriously, Eris.”

Eris paused with him. The smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression. “I’m sorry if I went too far with the teasing, baby, this is just incredible.” Eris, even hours after the first impression, still sounded starstruck as he smoothed his hand over Az’s cotton-clad bum.

“I probably would’ve done the same,” Az admitted, a shrug playing on his shoulder.

“Less fabulously,” Eris needlessly pointed out.

He just grunted, fighting a smile, and took Eris’s hand into his as they approached an actual member of staff to winnow them home.

“Oh you know… what if we do it my way?” Eris stopped him and looked up at him with those beseeching, dilated amber eyes. Thankfully, the wine dulled the puppy eye’s efficacy.

“Maybe next time, but I’d really just like to fuck you in our bed.”

The meep from the Dawn attendant reminded them they were not yet in said bed.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, to the Forest House please,” Eris requested the petite male whose hands were now outstretched and taken.

Without word, the slim Fae transported them to the outskirts of the Forest House gardens and vanished before they could extend gratitude. Probably for the best– they both reeked of sex and ‘slur’ is a generous way to describe how he’d get out a thank you for tolerating our degeneracy, please pardon the come on my husband’s corset.

“Quiet fellow,” Eris shrugged and tugged on Azriel’s arm, abrupt and forceful enough that Azriel nearly did a twirl and ate dirt.

“Oh Cauldron’s mangled cunt,” Az bit out as he righted his feet and slowed them to a walking pace down the long lushly lined lane.

“Watch that mouth, Mister, I’ll grab a bar of... no, soap tasted so nasty,” Eris hummed, “I’ll shove my dick down that… no, that doesn’t sound like a reprimand.” Eris went quiet in serious thought. Azriel did his best not to shatter the silence with a chuckle but Eris always looked so adorable deep in thought, even more so when it was over something so nonsensical.

“Do I get a say?”

“In your punishment? Of course not,” Eris scoffed, looking sideways.

“Oh calm down, Pastor, the Cauldron doesn’t even have a cunt,” Azriel pointed out needlessly, taking a page from Eris’s book.

The both of them broke into fits of amusement, Azriel buried a snort into his palm and Eris clutched onto Az’s bicep as he nearly toppled over amidst his cackles—Az wasn’t entirely sure what they were laughing at minutes later but it left a lovely ache in his cheeks as they finally reached the entrance to their manor. The door caved in as soon as they neared.

They leaned onto one another as they traversed the mountainous stairs. These were always very winnowable, but sometimes the dependency was comforting, and so they hobbled as one up the flight of stairs and down the long hallway to their bedroom.

Azriel groaned as he bent over to grab onto the molding of the wall as they entered their chambers, his left hamstring burned as lifted his right foot to slip off the torture devices Azriel admired the maker of.

Eris clucked his tongue, a sharp admonishing sound that froze his Illyrian muscles.

“Keep those on.”

Azriel hung his head, a coy grin hidden from Eris as he parted his lips to return a fraction of the teasing Eris doled out this evening, “Oh? Why’s that?”

Az lowered his calf, Eris’s breath hitched as his heel clicked against the walnut floors, the sounds like an aphrodisiac found in a Spring Forest by to Fae who’d end up fucking for centuries.

(Seriously do not go wandering around that wild without a tour guide, Az knew from intimate experience how superfluously a saunter could turn to a public fuck-fest because of some damn pollen.)

As he turned to face Eris, Azriel kept his lashes low and hip cocked. His coyness sharpened to something more… stabbable as he took in Eris’s heavy breathing and wanderous fingers.

Eris’s nimble fingers trickled down to feel at his stomach, almost as if he was overly-conscious of something menial, his nails slowing to run along beadwork.

“Eris?”

“I don’t want to make you feel further objectified, but it really would be a shame if you took everything off before I got to fuck you in that, especially if you’re officially becoming a leather-never-nude.”

“I welcome your objectification in private, just come quick, I might fall asleep.”

Offended scoff, “My dick could never bore you to sleep, I’m near erectile dysfunction at the suggestion.”

“Well you better stop that self-fulfilling prophetic bullshit because now I’m hard again.”

“Oh the maid is a bit bossy.” Eris’s tone was revelatory and teasing, but tellingly strained.

“Oh whatever will you do, sir?”

Eris let out a thick breath, and the heat of it warmed the room. His amber eyes darkened and dilated as they turned more almond when he smirked sinfully, the only way he ever acted frankly.

Azriel’s skirts somehow felt snug. He brushed his fingers against the trim as he watched Eris contemplate, the High Lord was nibbling on his lower lip, his tongue dashing out after the small hurt as he struck his hand out to his left, a riding crop appearing in clutch.

Az huffed and spoke hushed, “ts’a bit dramatic but I’m here for it.”

“You weren’t going anywhere.” Eris didn’t let up on the heady melodrama, good.

“Oh yeah?” Azriel wanted to bet.

As if pausing a stage, Eris raised his hand, “If you’re goin’ to run and the heels are aching, I suggest crawling, my darling,” he directed.

Azriel snickered but whispered back, “Good call,” as he sunk into all fours, fanning his wings performatively, bearing his weight mostly on his right knee, springing his left hip low.

“Have I told you I loved you today?”

“Yes, you have. Now get back in character, simp.”

“Right, right,” Eris murmured, then cleared his voice to no avail, his tone just as desire-lumped as before, “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Az tamed his smile and untamed his docility, releasing a low growl and pouncing off into a dashing sprawl, nearly leaping with each connection of his knees to the flooring that would be ruthlessly hard lest his shadows not be the slutty aids they invariably were.

He quickly lost equilibrium, the rushing scene blurred before his eyes. Eris’s pronounced, chasing footsteps cascaded behind him, each sounded more hungry than the last.

“You look so cute, darling, not sure where you think you’re going though,” Eris taunted as Azriel reached the considered dead-end that was the closed-off entrance to their bathroom.

He huffed belligerently but made a sharp left towards Eris’s nightside table at the bereftful sigh of his mate, completely at odds with the thrill coursing through their bond.

The ruffles rustled against his thighs, his cock was leaking against the lacy trim, the thrill rushing down his spine, and he knew Eris was close but the lack of knowing when exactly had his entire body coated in goosiebumps.

Only a few feet from Eris’s bedside stand, he wasn’t sure where to go from there but from the nearing thwacks of Eris’s dressy loafers against polished wood comforted him. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to think that far out.

With an audacious amount of force, Eris straddled low on his hips, the jarring jump nearly pancaked Az between his mate and the cool floor.

“Ha, gotcha baby,” Eris purred, his hand casually sleeking back Az’s talon as he traced down the cleft of his ass with the seamed leather edge of the handy dandy crop, “Now where was all that big talk, hm?”

Az pushed a bracing breath through pursed lips before arching his back, toppling Eris forward, collaterally damaging his faulty decorum as the male pressed down on his wings, worth it from the telling dig into the small of his back.

“Wild thing aren’t you, although it's entertaining, I need you now— I need you to behave now.” Eris ordered, sitting himself back up.

“So make me, sir,” Azriel wasn’t done, the dichotomy of being taunted in private versus that party felt so refreshing.

A sharp thwack swatted his ass, the jarring sting jolted his body.

”Ahh!” Azriel yelped as the small paddle marked his other cheek, rapidly followed by a hit on his left upper inner thigh.

“Settle, dear, three more,” Eris warned.

“Yes, my Lord,” Azriel breathed, relaxing his spine and imbuing his marrow with a bracing peace.

Eris husked, “Fuck, g’na give you a raise.”

“HA— AAOOHFUCK!” Az cried out, his body bucking and swaying Eris after the menace placed a swat directly on his hole.

“Woaah, easy there,” Eris steadied.

“If you wanna fuck me you’re gonna have to hurry, this is sapping lots of energy and that damm wine-”

Two precise stings, one on each of the fattest parts of either cheek, cut off his complaint. The brat within wanted to complain about being cut-off, but he couldn’t put two words together as Eris slid off, landing with an oomph behind him. Hungry hands spread his doubtlessly bright red ass.

A delving, sopping tongue breached his hole; it was so hot. Not just his husband feasting on him from behind but the literal temperature of his tongue was sweltering, Az could swear it was heating further but speaking seemed so difficult.

“Mmnolmmn?”

“Hah!?” Az asked back, just as eloquently of course.

“Mmn,” Eris withdrew his wicked tongue, “The oil.”

“Ah, shit yeah,” Az ughed, shifting his heft to his left elbow as he reached up with his right to open and sift through Eris’s bedside drawer. The cool glass of the vial found his fingers quickly.

He passed it back to Eris who hummed gratefully and set to pry him open, hopefully quickly.

“You look so pretty.”

“Are you talking to my asshole?”

“No, I was talking to you, your ass doesn’t have ears, silly bat,” Eris finished with a snort.

“Oh yea— AHng!” Azriel bit out gruffly as Eris inserted a slick finger in one fell swoop.

Eris snickered and curled his knuckle where it sat. Azriel arched his back, sending his hips and taking more.

“Greedy,” Eris clucked, painting his face cheeks as scarlet as his bum.

“Need you, need you, Eris.” Az pleaded.

“Cauldron, baby,” Eris sounded ruined, ”Say please for me, have some manners.”

“Now, please, please, Autumn, need you inside me,” Az wasted no time on shame, not when ordered by Eris, not when he could be getting railed.

They both groaned as Eris pumped his finger and added another, curving them towards that little button within that drove Azriel bestial.

“Yes- yes, more please, s’good,” he goaded, it was good but he knew intimately how much better Eris’s cock felt stroking in and out of him. He needed that.

“Shit,” Eris swore.

A defined hardness poked at thigh, oh what he would do to witness the great High Lord of Autumn grinding against the back of his leg like a bitch in heat. Azriel was used to feeling attractive, but Eris made him feel like he was the only being worth fucking in the entire world. Eris always fucked him like it would be the last time he’d get to and damn if that didn’t make his ego come along with him.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, please, moreeee,” Azriel begged. Eris had upped it to three but it was so far from enough.

“Here, baby, here, take me, fuck,” Eris warbled as he dragged his fingers out slowly, his hands moving to hold his waist as he got to his knees; shadows reported how gorgeous they looked, goddamn Azriel’s sense of self was getting grandiose.

“Ahhhh Eris!” Azriel gasped, the blunt head of his husband’s cock carving its way deep inside him. Azriel clamped down, aiming to feel every vein.

“Holy fuck, Azriel, you’re perfect,” Eris praised and as his hips snapped against him.

Azriel felt his heart tossed up, rocking forward along with his body, he felt it crawl up his throat and escape with his moan.

“Move, move, move move,” Az needed.

“I should be giving the orders.”

“No, you should be fucking me.”

“When you’re right you’re right,” Eris conceded, setting a slamming pace, each thrust burying so goddamn deep Azriel was scared he’d be shoved against the wooden drawer-front in front of him.

Azriel grinned dumbly, followed momentarily by a disgruntled grunt as his arms gave out.

“Aww baby,” Eris cooed, voice at odds with the lust-wrecked tone of it.

He looked over his shoulder at that. He loved how Eris looked when he fucked and even more so when purring like that, the thin sheen of sweat brushed his chin as he took in the wildly smirking Eris; hair mussed and flying every each way, the Mother’s most meticulously sculpted chest heaving prettily. Azriel sent a wisp to brush against his rosy, hardened nipples in place of his scarred thumb and forefingers.

Eris moved one hand from his hip and wrapped it tightly around Azriel‘s throat and with the aid of voyeuristic shadows, with his cock still balls deep inside of him, lifted Az’s weight to his knees, pulling his back to his chest, trapping his wings between them.

“So pretty, sound so pretty, love when you’re so wrecked, so perfect for me, my love,” Eris whispered against his ear.

Fuck. His voice. That’s what sent Az over the edge, Eris’s nerve-accosting, silken voice that never failed to deliver chills.

Azriel’s hips jerked as much as they could with Eris still keeping him close as he came, milky lines decorating the shellacked floor and Eris’s name loudly escaping his lips; his head lolled back, throat at the opportunistic angle for Eris to suck a harsh hickey as he ground his hips up and hotly filled him like a thoroughly desecrated pastry.

Eris lazily helpfully relocated their clothes, constraining stocking and slightly itchy seams of the sleeves thankfully included, and cleaned them up, not before kissing over the doubtlessly purpling mark now on his neck and complimenting how sexy Azriel looked so thoroughly claimed by him.

Az groaned, only barely dramatized, as he lifted his head. “Think you can winnow us to bed?” Az challenged.

“I think I’m lazy enough to try.” Close enough.

Successfully, with chittering cheers from the swarm that moved along with them, Eris poofed them onto the cloud-like mattress.

He hiked a leg over Eris’s waist, nuzzled near his neck and carefully lifted Azriel’s right wing to rest it over them.

Eris breathed deeply, diaphragm gently raising and lowering them. Azriel sighed contentedly, head still swimming and silent from the wine and sex; it might be Nuan’s birthday but Azriel felt very celebrated.

So many thank yous, the biggest to @the-darkestminds for prompting this, for helping every step of the way during this fic and every single one of my others, I love you my precious 😘 Thank you x gazillionzzz @mudandmire @mistandmemories and @jules-writes-stories for being my cheerleading squad and.. omega reading? Idk, thank you and love u all 💗 Thank you again Jules for writing THEESAHAR and letting me borrow his name, and thank you @iftheshoef1tz for calling Az a leather never nude lol and the dividers by @cursed-carmine 😘😘😘

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Can’t believe I forgot to post this, but here’s another azris prompt game sketch I did a little while back! The words I had to incorporate were patch, understanding, and cascading. I actually really love how this turned out, I gotta do more traditional drawing of my acotar guys tbh. pretend I didn’t totally forget about Azriel’s shadows

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Outtakes Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, or HONK if you will, pls enjoy🧎‍♀️

Last Tuesday | Next Tuesday 🤭💗

“Is it really a good idea to piss off the male between your legs?” He gruffed, moving his calloused hands to the fronts of Azriel’s thighs, pulling them apart.

Azriel rolled his eyes, “maybe if the male isn’t doing anything,” he jumped his hips against Cassian’s jaw.

With a rabid vengeance and wild glint in his eyes, Cass dove towards Azriel’s awaiting hole. The hot and slurping thing wormed its way through his phat cheeks, tracing his malleable rim.

He gasped, writhed and locked his fingers through Cassian’s wind-tousled hair, pulling him deeper.

The other Illyrian’s tongue punched his fart box, stretching Azriel’s walls apart and carving slick room for further reckoning.

His skin, a few sunny days darker than Azriel’s, was already shimmering with sweat, apparently eating ass was heavy labor.

(That was scrapped from I wouldn’t Hesitate)

Sigmas were already rare and often politically disengaged, too unbothered, so seeing one at all in the cutthroat landscape of Autumn was unheard of. But Beron could have one of his own for the using, no one would have to know– maybe he could even use it over Rhysand–

Dear the effin’ Cosmos, it’s alright to be gay, you lil homo! You don’t need to justify it! And you definitely can’t use me over the Kinglet of Night, his mate holds my reigns should she see me.

The bridge of his nose pulled taut between his slacken jaw and incredulously raised eyebrows. His squeezing fists did little to outlet the mortification coursing throughout him. As soon as able, Beron snapped his mouth shut, somehow more offended by Rhysand being called Kingly in the slightest than inferences to his own bitching.

“Leave, get out, find useless lands!” Beron roared, fueled by humiliation and feeling like a damn fool.

Oh, stop that, we were coupling gloriously till pesky envy elephantacized the room

“We were doing no such thing! And that’s not a real word!”

Yeah well shutup dummy, none of this fits anyways

(Beron/Bryaxis took a few tries lol)

He didn’t mean to.

He really didn’t, and he really tried.

But being surrounded by Azriel’s deliria-inducing smell drove Eris wild. He removed his cage only an hour after Azriel parted, strict warning against just that pouring from his tight lips.

Eris choked on a sob as he slid his pointer finger within himself, curving along with his index. His ass raised to high heavens, arm straining to gain access, face smushed into the lush mattress. He knew it was wrong, it made everything feel more right.

The last time, there had been too many times his patience cracked over the centuries, Azriel made him beg just to be ruined, crying into sheets as his weeping cock throbbed pointlessly.

He would never forget being called a greedy slut by the male he loves, he never wanted to.

(It was starting to give me the ick, idk I just don’t Az being mean and that’s what it would’ve called for so I didn’t finish. Neither did Eris though so I’m in good company)

Thank you for indulging my failings, much appreciated lol 🧎‍♀️💗

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In Silt and Sun

Thesan x Sahar | A/B/O AU

Chapter 7 on AO3

And if smelling Thesan, seeing his gorgeous face and feeling the pride of the omega openly wearing his feather wasn’t Sahar’s ruin, then trailing behind the male certainly was. The prince was a sadist in silk. 

His garment was cut in the Day Court fashion and no more than a long iridescent strip of pale blush silk draped over a single shoulder. It wrapped tightly about the waist and flowed in graceful swaths over his long legs and gently curving hips, to swish at his golden slippered feet. 

While it fully covered his bottom half, no one would describe how it clung to the prince’s body as modest.

Thesan’s ass was two perfect handfuls, begging to be palmed and squeezed, worshipped and spread. Sahar would pull the omega apart, and piece him back together with slow kisses and bites along the supple skin inside his thighs. 

Kora was hissing at his side. “You need to calm down. I can smell you from here.” 

Cauldron’s knot. If the alpha could smell him, then Thesan knew exactly how this slinky strip of fabric was affecting him. And if Sahar noticed the omega’s backside and hips that curved like perfect handles, the strong, graceful back and sloping shoulders… That Raskian princess sure as Hel would. 

He fought the urge to rip off his own leather coat and throw it over Thesan, then drag him to a high elevation and fuck into him. Sahar alone would see the omega through his heat, would be the only one to know what Thesan tasted like, slick running down slender thighs that would wrap about his waist, rest on his shoulders, would bruise beautifully beneath his grip.

No one would dare touch the omega after Sahar was through with him. He’d mark the prince with his mating bite, would leave petal shaped bruises on every soft part, and would show Thesan how perfect he was. Sahar would spend the remainder of his immortal life worshipping him, protecting him… 

His friend cleared her throat and Constantine chuckled from behind. Message received. Sahar dug deep into his reserve of willpower and steeled his resolve. He just had to make it through tonight. He would keep his head down, his scent level. 

But then, the wily minx looked over his shoulder once more and winked. “Sahar.” And fuck if his name wasn’t sex and smoke and balmy night air in Thesan’s mouth. “Would you get the door?” The prince knew what game he played, judging by the private little smirk and shiny kohl-lined eyes.

Two could play this game. Sahar stepped forward and released a deep purr. He was close enough to see the skin on Thesan’s arms prickle with gooseflesh. He swallowed, and Sahar swore he heard the barest of whimpers. “Always a pleasure, my prince.”

His voice rumbled in the octave an alpha used to attract and soothe, to seduce. Sahar smiled slow and lazy, watching the effect he had on the omega. 

A pretty flush moved up Thesan’s bare throat, reaching the very tips of his ears. But leave it to the male, with his smart bratty mouth, to get the last word. “What do you know of my pleasure, alpha?”

Thesan swanned through the door leaving Sahar to lean in, a stalk towards the sun. Chapter 7 on AO3

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Outtakes Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, or HONK if you will, pls enjoy🧎‍♀️

Last Tuesday | Next Tuesday 🤭💗

“Is it really a good idea to piss off the male between your legs?” He gruffed, moving his calloused hands to the fronts of Azriel’s thighs, pulling them apart.

Azriel rolled his eyes, “maybe if the male isn’t doing anything,” he jumped his hips against Cassian’s jaw.

With a rabid vengeance and wild glint in his eyes, Cass dove towards Azriel’s awaiting hole. The hot and slurping thing wormed its way through his phat cheeks, tracing his malleable rim.

He gasped, writhed and locked his fingers through Cassian’s wind-tousled hair, pulling him deeper.

The other Illyrian’s tongue punched his fart box, stretching Azriel’s walls apart and carving slick room for further reckoning.

His skin, a few sunny days darker than Azriel’s, was already shimmering with sweat, apparently eating ass was heavy labor.

(That was scrapped from I wouldn’t Hesitate)

Sigmas were already rare and often politically disengaged, too unbothered, so seeing one at all in the cutthroat landscape of Autumn was unheard of. But Beron could have one of his own for the using, no one would have to know– maybe he could even use it over Rhysand–

Dear the effin’ Cosmos, it’s alright to be gay, you lil homo! You don’t need to justify it! And you definitely can’t use me over the Kinglet of Night, his mate holds my reigns should she see me.

The bridge of his nose pulled taut between his slacken jaw and incredulously raised eyebrows. His squeezing fists did little to outlet the mortification coursing throughout him. As soon as able, Beron snapped his mouth shut, somehow more offended by Rhysand being called Kingly in the slightest than inferences to his own bitching.

“Leave, get out, find useless lands!” Beron roared, fueled by humiliation and feeling like a damn fool.

Oh, stop that, we were coupling gloriously till pesky envy elephantacized the room

“We were doing no such thing! And that’s not a real word!”

Yeah well shutup dummy, none of this fits anyways

(Beron/Bryaxis took a few tries lol)

He didn’t mean to.

He really didn’t, and he really tried.

But being surrounded by Azriel’s deliria-inducing smell drove Eris wild. He removed his cage only an hour after Azriel parted, strict warning against just that pouring from his tight lips.

Eris choked on a sob as he slid his pointer finger within himself, curving along with his index. His ass raised to high heavens, arm straining to gain access, face smushed into the lush mattress. He knew it was wrong, it made everything feel more right.

The last time, there had been too many times his patience cracked over the centuries, Azriel made him beg just to be ruined, crying into sheets as his weeping cock throbbed pointlessly.

He would never forget being called a greedy slut by the male he loves, he never wanted to.

(It was starting to give me the ick, idk I just don’t Az being mean and that’s what it would’ve called for so I didn’t finish. Neither did Eris though so I’m in good company)

Thank you for indulging my failings, much appreciated lol 🧎‍♀️💗

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The way I have been absolutely salivating lately over the possibility of Eris becoming High Lord of Autumn in the near future of the series.

Quotes like this don’t help either 😩