#acotar azris

[lady-of-tearshed]

Tell me what you want

@sjmprideweek

Day 2: Firsts

Pairing: Azris

Summary: Azriel had too much to drink at a boring High Lord meeting. He decides it would be a great idea to drag Eris Vanserra, new High Lord of the Autumn Court, to an empty bedroom and kiss him with everything he has.

Word count: 1.7k words

Warnings: smut (mxm), oral sex, pinning against walls... I think that's it, yeah. Have fun.

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

Azriel has had too much to drink, well, that's what he tells himself. But the truth is, he only drank one glass of wine tonight—not that he'll ever admit it to himself. 

He must be drunk—inordinately drunk—if kissing Eris Vanserra had seemed like a good idea a few minutes ago. 

But now, their hands are on each other. Everywhere.

Eris pushes Az backward, and they tumble into one of many empty bedrooms of Dawn Court Palace. 

And now… Azriel has absolutely no idea what he's doing. 

Sure, he had a fair number of partners before Eris, but all of them were females. He doesn't know what to do with all of Eris. There's so much he wants to do, to taste, to bite… but are there any specifics he should know about sexual encounters between males? The thought that this would be something he'd be willing to experiment with hasn't crossed his mind until today. 

Usually, Azriel knows what he's doing. He's confident and prepared. He knows what to do, and how to please. But this isn't like his usual encounters, no. 

Eris is so much more than that. 

Eris is a feeling Azriel could drown in, and become intoxicated with. Azriel is—and always has been—like a moth to the flame that Eris is. He burns for the male, and he would die in his arms without an inch of doubt for just a taste of his warmth. 

“Stop thinking so hard,” Eris complains all while sliding his hands under Azriel’s shirt. His muscles flex under his warm fingers. 

“I have no idea what we're doing.” 

“We're about to have sex, that's what we're doing,” Eris answers dryly against Azriel’s lips as if it’s the most ridiculous thing someone has ever asked him. 

Their tongues dance in a scorching hot tango, Eris bites on Azriel's lower lip pulling out the sweetest and most embarrassing noises deep down from Azriel's chest. 

Their bodies are pressed close to one another and yet never close enough. Azriel can feel Eris' hardness pressing against his through his spymaster uniform. He groans—embarrassingly— against Eris' mouth when he feels his hips roughly bucking against his erection.

His scarred hands reach down to Eris' bottom and he digs his fingers in the flesh so hard he's sure to leave marks. He keeps Eris still, Azriel will definitely not accept finishing whatever they're doing in his pants, and he's dangerously close to doing just that. 

“Already on the edge, spymaster?” 

Azriel shudders at Eris' words, he sucks in a breath when his teeth venture down Azriel's neck to nip at his pulse point. 

Hell no. 

“Don't you dare leave any marks,” He hisses, his hand wrapping around Eris' neck to look him dead in the eyes. 

Eris is smug. So attractively smug. He wants to fuck that sly grin and those snarky comments out of his mouth. Azriel spins them around so now it's Eris who's trapped between the wall and his body. His wings twitch and stretch at the reprieve of pressure against them and Azriel notices Eris looking at them with something like marvelment in his eyes. 

His thumb pulls on Eris' bottom lip to bring his attention back to his face. Eris stares back at him, his pupils wide and dark, his gaze hooded and eyelashes fluttering. Azriel suppresses a shudder at the sight of him. 

If lust could be painted, it would be the exact image of Eris standing before Azriel. 

“Az-”

“I don't know what to do with you.” 

“Anything you want. Please-”

“Eris, you don't understand,” Azriel's voice shakes, his grips loosening around Eris' throat and pinning his hips back against the wall. Eris is needy, Azriel can smell it. Everyone in this Gods damned castle can probably smell it too, but as scary as it is, Azriel couldn't care less. “I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to do right now.” 

Eris seems to get back to his senses. He stops trying to rub himself against Azriel and just stares. Azriel can almost see the questions spinning in Eris’ mind. He lets go of him completely, and both regain their breath. 

“Oh.” That is all that Eris says after long minutes of silence and panting. “I thought you had,” He shrugs, a mask of indifference making his way on his face. “I thought you wanted to.” 

“What are you doing?” Azriel blurts out as Eris starts to push away from the wall, trying to get past him. 

“Leaving?” He answers, sounding confused.

“No,” He frowns and shakes his head. Damn, he hates himself for sounding desperate. “Unless you want to leave. I… I want this. I just... I don't know how.” 

Eris cocks an eyebrow, and Azriel deflates under his almost judgmental gaze. “You want me to, what, teach you how to fuck?” 

“I know how to fuck, Eris.” 

“But not with a guy.”

Azriel closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face, clearly the most uncomfortable one in this situation. Eris sneers, making Azriel groan with frustration. “Don't make fun of me. If you don't want to, just– get out.”

“As if.”

In one swift movement, Azriel is back against the wall. Clearly, both of them will need to share the role of who's pinning who. But right now, Azriel doesn't find it in himself to complain when Eris latches onto the skin of his neck. 

“You're going to be so good to me and follow my lead, are you?” 

The feeling of uncertainty and embarrassment is long forgotten when Eris' warm breath caresses Azriel's wet skin, making his body melt into a puddle all over again. The feeling of uncertainty and embarrassment is long forgotten. All Azriel wants is to feel, to touch, and to take whatever he can take from the male pressed against him. 

“Yes,” Azriel answers, his voice pathetically trembling. Eris' hand traces the laces of his pants, Azriel almost nearly at the touch. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

The bastard. The fucking insufferable bastard. He knows what Azriel wants, doesn't he? 

Azriel bucks against Eris' hand. The pressure against his crotch increases, but it still doesn't feel like enough. He wants to feel Eris' palm directly against him, not through these stupidly thick leather pants. “You know what.” 

“No, Azriel. I don't,” He plays with the laces of his pants, and grazes his fingernails over them but doesn't pull. “What do you want?”

‘You. Your hand. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want… I want everything.’ Is what he'd like to say. 

Azriel rolls his eyes, both from the pleasure given by Eris' palm through his pants and from frustration. “I want you to stop teasing and hurry.” 

Eris makes a sound that sounds like a restrained laugh on Azriel's shoulder, then he pulls on the laces of his pants. 

Then Eris is on his knees, and Azriel doesn't have the time to process anything before his pants are yanked down and the tip of his cock meets with Eris’ tongue. 

“Holy Gods!”

Azriel's head thumps against the wall behind him, and his hand quickly finds itself wrapped in Eris' red curls. He dares to look down to steal a glance at Eris… 

He almost comes undone at the sight. 

Don't ask him how Eris got naked so fast, he doesn't know. All he knows is that his tongue is working his cock in a way that any other female he slept with couldn't. 

If Azriel wasn't sure he was into males—he was, he's just a blind idiot—now he's utterly and completely certain he is. He's never going back to sleeping with females. 

Azriel has never looked at one during sex and felt the way he feels now. He had never wanted to crawl over one of them. But looking down at Eris— cheeks hollowed to accommodate half of his cock into his pretty mouth—makes him want to grovel and worship the ground he's kneeling on. 

Azriel hisses when Eris bobs his head, the tip of his cock meeting the back of his throat. “Fuck, Eris.” He warns the heir of Autumn. 

But Eris is stubborn. He looks up at him through his thick eyelashes, the tip of his nose brushing against Azriel's pubis, and when he sees no sign of pain or refusal, he keeps going. 

Azriel can't do much but bask in the pure ecstasy Eris is making him feel. Hesitantly, he thrusts back into Eris' mouth, and when he sees that the male can take it—and moans in pleasure around his cock when he does so—he repeats the action until he feels like he's truly tipping over the edge. 

“Eris, I–” 

He yanks his face back, and Eris replaces his swollen lips by pumping Azriel's length. 

Azriel throws his head back, his eyes close, and his breathing quickens. His hand snaps to his lips and he groans when Eris' hand stops moving and squeezes. 

“Move your hand,” He says in a soothing and gentle voice Azriel has never heard him use before. “Let me hear you.” 

Azriel obeys, because he really can't (more like he doesn't want to) deny Eris anything. He removes his hand and looks back down at Eris and it is his undoing. 

With only one more twist of Eris’ fist, Azriel paints his freckled face with thick, white lines of cum. He moans through his orgasm, grunting Eris' name until his orgasm subsides. His thighs are shaking like he's just a young Illyrian jerking himself for the first time. 

With a snap of his fingers, Eris’ face is clean from every stain of drool and cum. His clothes are magically back in place, and he gently bites down on Azriel's thigh, just pressing his teeth as if he's having a taste of him. Then he's up to his feet and heading for the door, leaving Azriel panting against the wall, struggling to get back to his senses and reach for his pants. 

“Wait! I- aren't I supposed to, I don't know, reciprocate?” Azriel thinks it's the most he's ever talked with anyone in his entire life, and the first time he ever stopped a lover from leaving. 

He must be possessed by the male or something like that. Surely he has cast a spell on him. 

Eris shrugs, not even looking back. “I came, thank you for the concern. It's adorable, truly,” He snorts. “Until next time, shadowsinger.” 

Eris exits the room, lifting the silencing glamour he had cast, and doesn't turn back. 

Azriel's shoulders sag. Now he knows that he's never going back to female lovers. 

[elleybug]

Azriel + Eris + Shadows/Azriel doppelgänger Wink wink…

[prythianpages]

Hopelessly Devoted | Masterlist

Eris x Reader x Azriel | A series in which you’re the daughter of the Night Court’s astrologer and convinced yourself Azriel is the one for you. Meanwhile, Eris, your mate, has to suffer through your miscalculations. And things get messy when Azriel begins to reciprocate your feelings…

a/n: I made a masterlist so you can have the fics listed in chronological order!

✨Just A Fool | Eris x Reader | Eris has a meeting with the Night Court's astrologer but when he enters the observatory, he finds you instead. He's captivated by you and can't bring himself to understand why...until the bond snaps.

🪐 Hopelessly Devoted | Eris x Reader x Azriel | You buy an enchanted perfume, hoping to confirm Azriel is the one for you. But when you get no reaction from him, you think you got scammed, not realizing the perfume had captured another’s attention. Eris’s.

🌙 Out of My Head | Azriel x Reader | Azriel takes you to Velaris and something shifts between you two.

🌚 Nowhere to Hide | Eris x Reader | can't put a summary rn as it will give a spoiler

🌝Since You Pushed My Love Aside | Eris x Reader x Azriel

But who will you choose?

Eris or Azriel…or why not both? 👀

a/n: If you asked to be put on the tag-list for part two already, I will be tagging you in the other fics for this au too. If you'd like to be put on the tag list, just let me know (:

[bloodyplunder]

The 👑 is a nod to when Rhys said "Tonight, I want you to wear that crown to bed. Only the crown." 😈

Halfway through this sketch I realized that glamours probably don't exhibit any flair. My excuse is just...Eris 🤡✨

(p.s. I can't help but see the Azris like dynamic in C.S. Pacat's Captive Prince. The fact that it's one of Sarah's favourites too, ahh! 🥲🖤)

[lucychanart]

Azris🥹

Full on P/atreon✨✨

[erisia-twinktruther]

Maturing is realizing

Gay crackships >>>> the motherfucking shipwar

Long Live Azris, can I get an amen?🙏

[seihdacalling]

Another wip of Eris Vanserra and his smokehounds because @jules-writes-stories ‘s fanfic has me in a chokehold (send help)

[born-to-riot]

Cassian: Azriel, Two truths and a lie, who would you fuck if you had the chance?

Azriel: alright bet.

Rhys: Give us three names and we’ll guess which one is the lie.

Azriel: option one, Hybern’s headless corpse

Cassian: woah, woah, woah bro WHAT—

Azriel: option two, bryaxis

Rhys: Azriel what?

Cassian: HOW DARE YOU?

Azriel: and finally option three, Eris Vanserra.

Cassian: …

Rhys: …

Azriel: tell me brothers, which one is the lie?

Cassian: …

Rhys: …

Cassian: I…

Rhys: I think it’s better off if we don’t know.

Azriel: suit yourselves 🤷‍♀️

[harperbrynne]

Eris: Mark my words, whoever befalls Beron will have my hand and eternal place by my side.

Azriel: *holding bloodied blade* Wait, it was an accident—

[isa-sketches]

"Oh, I know you can feel it too. Your shadows keep exposing your secrets, shadow singer."

[lyssasdrafts]

unrequited love — azriel x reader

description: you’ve always gravitated towards azriel, suspecting him to be your mate. however, he might be too closed off for one to realize.

includes: angst, unrequited love, rejected mating bond, cassian being your wingman

let me know if i should write a part two with a happy ending 🤭🤭

(part two)

you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

azriel, who was cold and intimidating. azriel, who you were supposed to be scared of. azriel, who does unspeakable things for a living. azriel, who was so beautiful to you.

you could barely find it within yourself to hold his gaze. the coldness in his eyes that softened when he looked at you, those sparring glances and longing gazes. it was so easy for you to distract yourself whenever his hazel eyes watched you. azriel rarely smiled, but those rare moments you heard his laughter made your heart stop. his laugh compelled your heart, tugging on a string in your chest that you’ve never felt before. it was the way his lips curled and he threw his head back, the way the wind blew his hair as you watched him fly, the way you’d felt drawn to him like it was magnetic.

there was something about his beauty that struck you. it was the subtle way his shadows danced around you and called to him. how badly you wanted to know the thoughts behind his tired eyes when he looked to the ground. how his scars and battle wounds stuck out to you, making you want to hear his stories. you avoided looking at his lips because your first thought would always be to pull him closer. you wanted to trace your fingers along the outline of his figure, you wanted to hold his shoulders and wake up in his embrace.

more often that you’d like to admit, you thought of azriel when you closed your eyes at night and still couldn’t sleep. you stared at the darkness and wondered what he would be doing right now.

perhaps it was love at first sight. this wasn’t the kind of attraction that felt like an explosion; no, it started with a spark. it was fleeting, just like those moments you had with him, and it lingered. it lingered the way a poison makes its way through your body, killing you slowly. it lingered the way a bruise could only heal overtime, yet it still hurt in the smallest ways and left a mark.

but perhaps you would never heal.

you suspected azriel was your mate after the first time you saw him. from the longing that consumed you, to the plaguing thoughts of azriel refusing to leave your mind, to the spark in your chest.

perhaps he would notice it too.

but he never did. everyday, azriel showed you a new face of indifference. if there was ever a chance for you to be left alone with him, he avoided that opportunity.

a part of you told yourself that he was just scared. he didn’t like to open himself up to others, and he barely even knew you. but perhaps if you’d been patient with him and stuck around longer, he would realize. he had to realize, right? there was no possible way he couldn’t feel your pining through the mating bond, he couldn’t sense the attraction in your eyes when you glanced at him.

for now, you would keep your distance. you would give him space. but sooner or later, you needed to talk to your mate. you needed to confront azriel.

you had always confided in cassian about your feelings for his brother. besides the fact that he knew azriel better than anyone else, he was one of your closest friends. cassian had laughed at first, not believing that anyone could be attracted to his friend who was so cold and distant towards everyone. but cassian had been wrong.

after some pleading on your end, cassian decided that he would help you talk to azriel. you could have a more personal conversation with someone that azriel was already comfortable with. you wanted to know more about azriel other than your previous small talk and mission reports. you hadn’t planned on confessing your feelings or revealing too much, you just wanted to see how azriel would act around you.

it’s a shame that cassian isn’t good at being subtle. first, he brings you over to azriel and formally introduces the two of you. azriel blinks, as if he hadn’t already known who you were. but then you notice how he’d laughed at one of your jokes and figured there might be something there.

“any plans for tonight?” cassian breaks any feelings of awkwardness for you. if you had spoken to azriel alone, you doubt you would he made it this far. you trusted cassian well enough to know he could carry a conversation. “i’m going out with nesta. it’s date night for us, you know, because we’re mates.”

the word leaves you frozen, eyes widened and shocked. you had left out the part where you suspected azriel was bonded to you, leaving cassian to simply assume you just had a dumb crush. he was clearly trying to tease you by pushing the subject with azriel.

“do you have a mate, y/n?” cassian gives you a large grin. you held back a sigh, he definitely was your professional instigator.

you tried to laugh it off, remembering that you conveniently hadn’t told cassian that you thought azriel was your mate and might as well be falling in love.

“no,” you lie. then you realize the chance you have, and you glance towards azriel hopefully. “what about you, azriel?”

“i don’t have a mate,” azriel says coldly. “and i don’t want one.”

you try to ignore the pang in your chest. it felt like azriel had tugged on the string that potentially connected you before ripping it apart. he doesn’t want a mate. you think about all the implications of this. azriel had never suspected anything from his end, he had never thought anything special about you. you hold back your tears when you realize your loss and the feeling of rejection stings you. you seemed to have finally found your mate, only for him to not want you back.

your lips purse, fighting back what you really wanted to say next. you excuse yourself soon after, cassian following you closely behind.

“i’m sorry,” cassian awkwardly tries to give you a smile. “you wouldn’t like azriel anyways,” he waves his hand. “he’s cold, and doesn’t like to socialize. he wouldn’t have gotten along with you.”

you nod in agreement, keeping your head down as you stared at the ground. the feeling of emptiness, of losing your mate, it plagued you. cassian offers to walk you home, to which you want to politely decline in your sadness. however, you could use someone to cheer you up.

it’s not until you’re completely alone, back in your own room, that you allow yourself to grieve. you shut the door tight and lean your back against the wooden surface, sliding down to the floor. it’s not until then that you start to cry at the loss of your mate. not because azriel was hurt, but because he’s rejected you.

[herrinarte]

The ACOTAR fandom is so weird because what do you mean Tamsand isn’t one of the most popular ships 🤨 Tamlin is literally on Rhysand’s mind 24/7, either this man is massively insecure, gay as fuck for Tamlin or massively insecure about the fact that Tamlin ain’t fuckin him right now and could be with someone else so he has the uncontrollable urge to tell his ex-boyfriend to kill himself. How are people not saying this is gay????

And then there’s whatever the hell is going on with the bat boys. Fucking in the same room? What you just gonna stare at each other? go one step further and just do it with each other. Stop being a coward bro 😤✋

And Azriel choking Eris, uh it’s just floor play. Don’t worry it’s cool, they have a list of dos and don’t that they made when they got married.

How can you look at Lucien ‘fire in his blood’ Vanserra and Tamlin ‘literally a big ass beast’ and go no I don’t think they have had nasty passionate sex under under a cherry blossom tree 🤓 like huh????? They’re literally roommates. Lucien lost an eye for Tamlin. Tamlin felt more betrayal over loosing Lucien than Feyre. YOUR HONOUR THEY ARE IN LOVE

Then the Valkyries…um gay too. Lesbian throuple. Come on people get creative. The girls are kissing and cuddling and having beautiful sex and you are all boring.

I have never seen a fandom go so feral for dry ass ships in my life. Literally no other fandom would ignore the plethora of gay ships.

This is your sign to stop caring about what is canon and start being fun, cool and interesting xxx

[elleybug]

Sorta a companion piece to Lake of fire

Basically…..Eris and Azriel perform a ritual which uses Eris as a kindle. Spilling his blood to summon a fire great enough to burn through Koschei and his lake. 👁️👁️

[parkerslatte]

The Purest Kind of Love || Part Two

Azriel x Fem!Reader x Eris Vanserra

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: The morning after the bond snaps between Y/N and Eris, Eris goes to talk to Y/N but can’t seem to have a genuine conversation. Azriel works through his frustration.

The Purest Kind of Love Masterlist

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The High Lord of Autumn paced outside of the large double doors into the room where the one who had turned his life upside down resided. The citrus scent he remembered from the previous night invaded his senses. It must have been nearly an hour since Eris left his own chambers early that morning to make the walk through the Forest House to where he knew the people of the Inner Circle were residing. 

Despite the five separate rooms each housing members of the Inner Circle, Eris somehow knew exactly which one Y/N resided in. It was the grandest one and previously Eris’s own bedroom when he was a child. The small burn mark on the door was still present from where he singed it out of anger when his powers were just developing. 

No matter how much Eris tried to distract himself, his palms sweat as he took one more shaky step towards the door. The citrus scent made his heartbeat increase as he slowly raised his fist and knocked on the door. It echoed through the empty corridor and Eris looked around, he didn’t want to be seen.

A faint reply croaked from the other side of the door. “Come in.”

Once his hand was on the handle, Eris pushed open the door. It creaked loudly and he internally groaned. When Eris fully stood inside of the room, the citrus scent mixed with a cedar and…salt. The door closed behind Eris as his eyes fixated on Y/N.

“Oh,” she said with a hint of disappointment. “I thought you would be someone else.”

From the scent alone, Eris guessed who she hoped it might have been. He didn’t say anything. 

The room fell into complete silence as Eris took small calculated steps closer to Y/N. The salty smell grew the closer he got to her. The streaks on her face was a clear indication of the tears she must have shed.

“Did you sleep well?” Eris asked, already knowing the answer.

“I haven’t slept,” Y/N replied.

“I thought as much,” Eris said. “If it brings you any peace; I haven’t slept either.”

“Funnily enough it doesn’t,” Y/N snapped.

“My, my, there’s no need to bite my head off,” Eris said, his voice calm. 

Y/N’s eyes met his for the first time and the bond hummed to life between them. It made Eris want to step closer to her– it was as if a rope was tied around his waist and was pulling taunt, beckoning him in her direction. 

“You seem nice enough, Eris, perhaps a little full of yourself, but I am clearly not in the mood now,” Y/N stated.

Eris held his hands up in defence. “I didn’t come here to fight you. If you must know, my original intention was to ask if you were okay.” A flicker of surprise flashed across Y/N’s eyes but it was gone as quick as it arrived. “But you seem to have already answered that question already.”

A long sigh passed Y/N’s lips. “No, I am not okay. How could I be?”

“A mating bond snapping was not what I expected to feel last night,” said Eris, holding his hands behind his back and fiddled with a loose thread on the cuff of his jacket. 

“You are not the only one surprised by that news,” Y/N said. “Now, will you please leave me alone. I don’t feel like talking right now.”

Eris nodded. “As you wish.”

As he turned his back, he tried to ignore the small sigh of relief slipping from Y/N’s lips. As his hand touched the cool metal of the door handle, Eris inclined his head to Y/N. 

“Just so you know, I am finding this news just as surprising and as hard as you,” Eris muttered. “I may not show it, but I am terrified.”

Eris didn’t wait around to hear if Y/N would respond. The door flung open and he stepped into the hallway, leaving Y/N alone in her room. 

When he was back in the corridor, Eris wiped his palms on his jacket and groaned. He hadn’t meant to come across so condescending, he had every intention of being genuine and asking her if she needed anything, if there was anything he could do. But the moment he found himself slipping into that vulnerability, his defences rose and were harder than steel. 

“That is a sight I wasn’t expecting,” the irksome voice of Rhysand spoke.

“This is my home in case you forgot, Rhysand,” Eris drawled, already irritated to spend time Rhysand’s presence. 

“A home that I helped you claim,” Rhysand replied. 

“Did you? You and I seem to be remembering differently,” said Eris, his voice dripping in annoyance. “I seem to recall that your two lap dogs, Azriel and Cassian, doing most of the work while you eye fucked your High Lady.”

A threatening growl emitted from Rhys. “Careful, Eris. You just claimed your title as High Lord. It would be a shame to pass it along so quickly.”

“Exactly, I just became High Lord. My powers have increased, Rhysand. I could incinerate you where you stand and I wouldn’t need to even move an inch,” Eris stated, folding his arms across his chest, looking down his nose at the High Lord of Night. 

“What were you doing in Y/N’s room?” Rhysand asked. 

“I don’t see how that is any of your business,” Eris commented. “This is my house, I can go where I like.”

“Stay away from her, Eris,” Rhysand sneered.

“Or what? Your shadowsinger will take me to his torture chamber?” Eris questions. “I don’t see how checking on someone after they have been crying the whole night is a valid reason to be tortured but I guess that is just how the Night Court works.”

“She was crying?” Rhysand asked, eyes darting to the closed door. 

“Sobbing her heart out,” Eris said. “It was only when I comforted her did she stop.”

Rhysand glared at Eris. “Stay away from her.”

“Why? I seem to have done more than her friends did,” Eris retorted.

“I won’t warn you again, Eris,” Rhysand threatened. 

A low chuckle slipped past Eris’s lips. “You seem to forget who you are talking to, Rhysand. I am the High Lord of this court. If you lay a finger on me, I am within my right to declare war against Night. And right now as it stands, the Autumn Court has more allies than the Night Court.” Eris took a step back and straightened his jacket. “I want you out of my court by midday. Y/N and Nesta are allowed to stay if they desire. They are the only two of your court I can abide having a conversation with.”

Eris turned on his heel and walked down the hallway just as Rhysand knocked on Y/N’s door. A faint ‘Go away’ was heard from the other side. Eris was not sure why but it made a smile tug at his lips. 

***

Blood covered his hands and the dummy he had beat to a pulp. It was the third one Azriel had battered. The first two were thrown into the corner of the room haphazardly. There wasn’t a fourth one to use so Azriel immediately picked up the sharpest knives that were in the training room. 

The ache in his chest hadn’t eased and it wasn’t because of the bargain. Something was lost in the Autumn Court; his hope. He had thought that his hope had been shattered beyond repair before. First with Mor and the next time with Gwyn. At least when he was with Elain, he never needed to cling to the hope of her being his mate. 

As the first blade cut through the air, Azriel let out a long sigh. It was foolish to believe he would find his mate in Y/N. And Azriel did truly believe it for a time. There was no one else in the world that made him feel the way Y/N did. Even their transition from friendship into a relationship had been easy. He had always trusted her, confided in her, bonded with her. Azriel knew that his hope was shattered– for good this time. He couldn’t imagine a world where there would be someone better matched for him than Y/N.

Azriel threw the final blade in his hand and he watched as it missed the target completely and embedded itself into the stone pillar behind. 

“Not only did you crack a glass, you now decide to begin destroying my home,” Cassian commented as he walked into the training room. 

Azriel spared Cassian a quick glance before turning his back to him to grab bandages for his hands. 

“You weren’t with us when we all came back from Autumn,” Cassian said. “Y/N said you left early.”

At the mention of her name, Azriel stiffened. “I came back last night.”

“Without Y/N?” Cassian questions.

Another person entered the room and the shadows around Azriel began to grow restless. He couldn’t handle any more questions.

“It seems as if you don’t know where your lover is either, Azriel,” Rhys commented. “I was wondering where she went after we arrived back here this morning. I was hoping she was with you.”

“If anything she is most likely at her cottage,” Azriel answered. His heart stung. Only hours ago he would have been calling it home. Their home.

“And do tell me that if she is there, why are you here?” Rhys questioned with a raised eyebrow. “You have a day off, typically we rarely see you.”

“You’ll be seeing a lot more of me,” Azriel growled as he wrapped his hands up. 

Behind him, Cassian frowned, stepping closer to the shadowsinger, his eyes widening once he noticed his bloodied hands. “What happened to your hands?” Cassian asked. 

Rhys inclined his head to the heap of training dummies in the corner of the room. “I assume Az is letting out some anger.”

“I’m not angry,” Azriel stated. 

“Tell that to the dummies I now need to replace,” Cassian groaned. 

Azriel turned his body to face his brothers, eyes cast down to the floor. “I will be returning to my room here. Only if that is okay with you, Cass.”

Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed. “Of course. But why? You’ve been living with Y/N for nearly four years.”

“There won’t be any more,” Azriel responded. 

The High Lord glanced at the open doors of the training room. “I see. I hope that this doesn’t affect the work the two of you occasionally do together.”

“I can be professional,” Azriel snapped, pulling on the end of the bandage too tight. 

“Why did the two of you split up?” Cassian questioned, still looking utterly confused.

“I’d actually like to know that myself,” Rhys added. 

“It’s none of your business,” Azriel retorted. “But you will pry regardless of what I say. All you need to know is that we were not compatible.”

Cassian snorted. “Not compatible my ass! Az, I’ve seen the way you look at her. You look at her like she is the centre of your universe, as if she was a goddess herself.”

“And how did she look at me?” Azriel asked, honestly curious. Though Cassian was rather talented at overexerting the truth, he wanted to know the way Y/N looked at him when he wasn’t looking. Did she look at him the same way? Or did she look at him the way many others did…in pity.

“I never really noticed a difference in the way she looked at you,” Cassian replied. “But she was… touchier with you than anyone else.”

Azriel deflated at Cassian’s answer. Did Y/N never look at him any other way but neutrally? Was he wrong about the connection they had the whole time?

“I see,” Azriel voiced.

Rhys’s gaze still bore into Azriel as if he were trying to read his body language but Azriel had gotten used to hiding how he feels so he was an expert in deception. There was a presence in his mind and Azriel knew that Rhys was lurking, just waiting for him to lower his walls to find out the true story. The walls in his mind remained impenetrable. 

“I still don’t understand why your relationship ended,” Cassian wondered aloud. “You have been happier than you have in years.”

“Can you just leave it alone, Cassian!” Azriel snapped. “I do not want to talk about it anymore. Our relationship ended because of our incompatibility, that is all. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Of course he told a lie, he had to. Azriel didn’t want to admit to his two happily mated brothers that the female who had lit up his life was mated to another– destined for a life of fiery love with a High Lord; it was what she deserved. He remembered the pity in their eyes when Gwyn had told him she had found her mate and Azriel never wished to be looked on like that again by anyone. 

Once again, Cassian’s mouth opened as if to argue back but after quickly looking at Rhys, Cassian closed his mouth. Rhys’s orders were most likely whispered into his mind. Azriel was grateful. 

“If you don’t mind, I need to go and collect my things,” Azriel stated, making his way towards the door. 

Only after a few steps, however, it was as if the world was mocking him as Y/N appeared in the threshold. Azriel’s whole body went rigid as he looked at her. She looked exhausted. 

“Az,” Y/N whispered. 

For a split second, Azriel wanted to run back into her arms and pretend as if he were her mate instead. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and bury her head into her neck, breathing in her sweet intoxicating scent. They would return home and everything would be as it should. 

After that second was up, Azriel’s face washed over with one made of stone. His expression didn’t change. Y/N shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a habit Azriel knew all too well. It indicated that she was nervous or uncomfortable. By the tension in the air, Azriel knew that she was feeling the latter. 

Forcing one foot in front of the other, Azriel walked towards the open doorway, aiming to leave without a fuss. Y/N watched him the whole way, her eyebrows knitted together. His intention was to leave without a fuss but as Azriel walked past Y/N, his arm knocked her shoulder, causing her to stumble the smallest amount. 

Azriel closed his eyes and continued his stride. He hadn’t meant to knock her. He was too focused on leaving that room that nothing else really mattered. But Azriel didn’t look back,  he couldn’t– because the moment he did, he knew he would run back to her and beg on his knees for her to take him back. 

Once Azriel was far enough away, he stopped and let his wings scrape on the floor, not having the energy to hold them up anymore. He looked down at his bandaged hands to find the blood soaking through the white fabric. With a clench of his fists, Azriel continued down the hall, trying to scrub any thought of Y/N from his mind. 

***

Neither Rhys’s nor Cassian said anything as they stood motionless in the training room. Y/N didn’t have anything to say either as she took a small hesitant step inside. Did Azriel tell them? She thought. Though if she had to admit to herself, she didn’t want anyone knowing of her bond with Eris yet. She knew that nobody would take kindly to the news. 

“What did you do to him, Y/N?” Cassian asked. 

“I–” Y/N failed to find the words as she replayed Cassian’s question in her head. What did I do? 

“Why do you assume I did something?” she questioned. 

“You saw him,” said Cassian, gesturing to where Azriel disappeared. “I have never seen him that angry before.”

“Again,” Y/N repeated. “Why do you assume that I did something?”

“I don’t see you looking too upset,” Cassian scoffed. 

Y/N frowned. “How do you know what I feel? Just because I am not punching and beating things up doesn’t mean that I am not upset.”

“Then why don’t you enlighten us and tell us why your relationship with Azriel ended,” Rhys chimed in. “Azriel is reluctant to tell us.”

“It is none of your business,” Y/N snapped. “It is private between Azriel and I.”

“And Eris,” Rhys added.

“What?” Y/N questioned. 

“I watched him slip out of your room this morning,” Rhys commented, picking a piece of lint from his clothes. 

“After he tried to comfort me after Azriel left me alone after the celebration,” Y/N explained, getting more irritated by the second. “If you dare to think anything else, Rhysand, mother help you.”

Rhys shrugged. “I wasn’t implying anything.”

Cassian who had silently stood beside Rhys spoke up. “Why don’t you go home, Y/N? Azriel is staying here and it doesn’t seem like he wants to see you.”

Y/N scoffed. “So if Azriel is upset then you don’t want me around? Why haven’t you assumed that I also want to be around my family? Or does that sentiment only extend to Azriel for the both of you? After all, I was never invited to family dinners by the both of you, that was always Feyre, Mor or Azriel��s job. It seems like I was only your family once Azriel and I were in a relationship, despite the fact that I have known you for around five hundred years.”

“Y/N–”

Cassian was cut off by Y/N’s hand. “No, it’s fine. I now know exactly where I stand.”

“You know we think of you as family,” Rhys cut in. 

Saoire shook her head. “No, Rhys, you don’t. I see that clearly now.”

Neither Rhys nor Cassian had the chance to respond as Y/N quickly left the room. She didn’t exactly know where she was going but all she knew was that she wanted to be alone. As she walked down the corridor, she could faintly smell the familiar scent of Azriel and Y/N’s eyes burned with unshed tears. She knew that there was no way to convince him to stay with her. Her soul was tied to someone else, the male she was fated to be with. 

Eris Vanserra was someone Y/N had never met personally; only heard stories about– and most of the stories were not positive. Yet, when she danced with him last night, even if she wasn’t leaning into his fake flirtations, she had an amazing time dancing with him. Even this morning when he checked up on her after their mating bond snapped, he didn’t need to do that. And left the room when she asked him to. It was the bare minimum but they didn’t align with the stories of the cruel, evil, wicked High Lord that the Inner Circle had spoken about for many years. 

Y/N shook her head, hoping to rid herself of thoughts about Eris and continued down the hallway. No destination in mind, all that she wanted to do was be alone and dive into her own research– anything to distract her from her reality. 

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Azriel attacking Eris during the meeting of the High Lords

[thesadbetrayer]

Babysitting

Eris: I don’t think you should do…. AAANDDDD he did… of course…

Nyx [mumbling nonsense , sitting on Eris lap while pulling on some red strands]

Eris [smiling to Nyx, trying to get his precious strands back ]: Yes - your uncle is an idiot. You are perfectly right, Mr. Future Highlord.

Nyx [starting wobbling his lips, because the red strands are gone]

Eris [slightly panicked]: Oh no. We talked about this. It’s absolutely un-highlordly to cry, scream OR pull someone’s hair…

Azriel [deadpanned]: Really? Seems like I remember last night differently?

Eris [horrified]: AZRIEL [mouthing] What the fuck…