#poly!azris x reader

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Friend or Foe

Eris x Azriel x Reader

Summary: I mixed these two anon requests together, and hopefully it went alright :) "I was just thinking about Azriel beging a mate with a mother of dragons (like in game of thrones) ot would be so powerful... like, sm" and "Request! A Eris x Archeron!yn fic. Imagine a prythian where the high lords are not good and friendly with each other and are now planning a war over one another to take down the court next to them and rule over. Now after a LOT of convincing Autum Court and Night court are forced in a alliance between each other because of yn. Now imagine if one of them sabotages the alliance! What will happen? Who will yn choose? Will she be able to choose between her sisters and mate?"

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,901

Notes: The beginning is kinda shit but I wanted to share anyway.

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You sigh softly, admiring your mate in his sleep. His unruly amber hair splays across the fluffy pillow beneath his head, and the strong smattering of freckles dot his cheeks like embers, glowing in the morning light.

He has one arm thrown across his eyes, blocking the warm sun that’s peeking in the windows. You’d forgotten to draw the curtains last night, after Eris had growled at the handmaidens to remove themselves from his chambers as he took you to the bed and ravaged you all night, not having seen you for moons now. 

He’d been so excited to see you, though he wouldn’t let Azriel catch him in that state, no matter if they were also connected by the bond. An unfortunate thing, that the alliance between the two courts was not stronger, and it sometimes felt as if you were the only reason the deal was made in the first place. 

As if sensing your gaze on him, he blinks awake sleepily, a smile gracing his gorgeous face when he catches you looking.

“Good morning, fawn.”

“Good morning, mate.”

His smile widens at that, and he rolls over, scooping you under his body as he cages you in. You squeal, accepting the warmth of his body and the plethora of kisses he presses to your skin. You’re enjoying each other’s happiness this morning.

“I want to show you something,” he says suddenly, drawing away from you. You puff a laugh, brushing his hair back from his eyes. He’s positively giddy, an emotion you don’t usually see on your mate, but you’re thankful for his mood this morning. 

“Okay,” you grin, “Where are we going?”

He presses a kiss to your mouth and pushes himself from bed, dragging you up with him. “I can’t tell you,” he answers, but he’s beaming, moving around the room like he’s just been named High Lord. “I only ask that you wear something you can walk in.”

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What Eris shows you takes your breath away.

He takes you through the forest, so deep into the woods that you have to take horses, and after you tie them to a tree to wait, its still a few miles to get to where he wants. 

You enjoy it though, the serenity of the woodland around you, hand tucked in the warmth of your mates, and you don’t understand why Eris is stopping you in the middle of a clearing until he’s gesturing down to your feet.

You gasp, taking a step back at the sight of three large eggs, huddled together near the edge of the clearing.

“What is this?” You ask, in disbelief. They’re the largest eggs you’ve ever seen, and you don’t recognize the coloring one bit.

Eris leans down, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you into his body. “Dragons.”

“Dragons?” you repeat, grasping onto his forearms. But dragons are a myth, creatures that have been extinct and unheard of for centuries, millenia even. “But how—”

“I don’t know,” your mate answers, squeezing you tight. “I found them when I missed you and was wandering deep in the forest. They can help us win the war.”

Yes, yes, they would be able to help win the war. You’re over the moon excited about your mates finding, even though the creatures might be too uncontrollable and young to be such a big part of this upcoming war.

“We have to tell Az, we have to—”

“We can’t.” 

You tear your gaze from the sight, furrowing your brows up at him.

“What do you mean we can’t tell Azriel?” you pull away. Your stomach twists into tight knots, and when Eris tries to reach out for you, you take a step back. His mouth firms and his hand drops to his side, sizzling in the quiet forest around you. “Eris, this could win the war.”

“I know,” he answers, voice harsh. He hadn’t shown you this to share it with your other mate, but to excite you instead, show you how much better off, how much safer you are in his court, with his smokehounds, with his dragons, and with him to protect you. None of those Illyrian swill, with their thin wings and long swords. They were hot headed creatures, more so than any autumn court general he’s seen, and he doesn’t think that Azriel can care for you as well as he can. He sure as hell knows that no one in the Night Court cares for you, they only pretend because you’re Azriel’s mate. 

“What are you saying then?” you ask, voice trembling. You curl your fingers into your thick skirts, suddenly hot under the Autumn sun. You don’t like the way your mate is speaking, like their alliance won’t be honored and instead, they’ll aim for their allies. “That you’ll attack the Night Court?”

Eris stays quiet and your throat aches with emotion. Tears spring to your eyes and you try to shove them away, try to keep your betrayal from leaking down the bond to either of your mates, but Azriel always keeps close tabs on you, and he feels the ache in his body as if it’s him who is feeling all of these conflicting emotions.

What’s going on? He sends to both you and Eris. He knows something is upsetting you, that you’re hurting, but he doesn’t know if Eris is the one doing it or has the situation under control, so he reaches out to the both of you for answers. Are you okay?

Eris flinches at the sound of the shadowsinger in his head. His fiery eyes are both a warning and disappointment. He had hoped to show you this to sway you on your stance in the war, to explain to you how they could never be allies with the Night Court and never would be. That you shouldn’t risk the chance of death to be by Azriel’s side in battle, but flying high in the skies with him, nearly untouchable to the soldiers below.

He shakes his head silently, pleading with you not to let the information slip. You’d be a traitor to your mate, your High Lord, to your court. 

You would be his enemy. 

Tears slip down your cheeks, hot and stinging as they roll down your red cheeks. You can’t do this, you can’t lie to your mate like this, even if he is from a rival court. But as far as the Night Court knows, they have an alliance—it’s why you’re free to spend time with both mates in their respective courts. But now…now you’re not quite sure what to think, where you stand in this war at all.

I’m alright, Az, you send back to him and Eris’ shoulders slump in relief.

You know that Azriel is only responding to you because Eris is stepping closer and reaching a hand out to comfort you, but you still can’t believe him, and you step back from his grasp, inching closer to the dragon eggs behind you. Then why are you so upset, my love?

Eris’ amber gaze flickers to the precious creatures behind you, and you’re quick to respond to your Night Court mate, I can’t talk now, Azriel, there’s something I need to do. I will reach out when I can, and I love you so much.

You realize that it sounds like a goodbye, but you shut that part of your mind away, pushing him from your thoughts to focus on your other mate, standing before you. 

“My fathers plans have not been flushed out yet, but I assume taking the territory of the Night Court is on the list of what he’s willing to accomplish by the end of this war,” Eris explains to you.

Your stomach bottoms out. You can’t believe he’s telling you this. You can’t believe he’s going along with this.

“Is it because of Azriel?” you ask, but it's no louder than a whisper as the thought takes root in your mind. Did Eris agree to infiltrate the Night Court to try and get rid of your other mate? So that he could be your only fate?

If he does accomplish something like that, you will never forgive him.

Eris’ gaze softens, as if he knows the direction of your thoughts. “No,” his voice is gentle, like that of a crisp orange leaf falling from the trees around you. The long grass rustles beneath your feet and the chill sends shivers down your spine. Eris reaches out again, trying to take your hand, to comfort his mate in need, but you’re having none of him right now, and it stings. “It’s because of my father.”

“So kill him,” you plead, desperately, and Eris flinches. Crows flee the clearing at your screams, and your desperation grows thickly in the sunlight space. “You can’t do this to them! To us!”

Your name is a sigh of frustration on his lips and it makes you still, heart pounding in your chest as your anger flares. Eris is distraught, you can see it in the purple rings beneath his eyes, the despair in his eyes, how he runs his fingers through his hair, pulling on it as if it holds all of the solutions to his problem. 

“Do you think I want this?” His voice is laced with smoke and the grass around his feet burst into flames. It makes you ache for him, but you don’t understand what’s going on, and Eris can’t seem to explain it to you. “The last thing I want is to take you from your other mate,” he gasps, but when you open your mouth to try and calm him down, to stop him from burning down the clearing around you, he continues. “I don’t care that he’s your mate too, I don’t care. I would never take him from you nor you from him.”

“Eris,” you try, “Then tell me what’s going on.”

He collapses to his knees as he tries to explain but the words are as tangled on his tongue as they are in his mind. He can’t get his head straight, he doesn’t know what to do, how to stop any of this. “I—”

He’s interrupted by the sound of cracking. It ricochets through the forest, through the grasses, and silences the both of you. You turn on your heel, staring down at the dragon eggs you’ve stepped so close to.

Eris whispers your name, calm and stern, “Come over here.”

But you don’t dare move, don’t dare to breathe as you watch the delicate shells of the eggs shatter, shifting with the movement of the creatures inside. 

A green head pokes its head through blinking a few times to get its bearings. The dragon is awfully cute, bits of shell and liquid covering its tiny head as it peeks around, getting its first glimpse of the world.

It caws and leans down to nudge at its siblings. One of the other eggs rustles but the other days motionless, not yet ready to wake and enter the world. 

You want to coo at the little thing, even though you know it's probably dangerous, but its bright eyes stare up at you when it realizes its siblings aren’t far from waking. It shuffles from its shell, stumbling over big paws, adorned with razor sharp claws. It squawks at you again, bounding through the tall grass towards you, and Eris whispers your name again, his hand gentle on your lower back as he tries to usher you away. 

He’s in disbelief. A part of him didn’t think that the eggs would hatch at all, that he wouldn’t have to give the creatures to his father, to use them in the war, but there are no thoughts in his head when the dragon approaches you.

Ignoring Eris’ pleas to back away, you crouch down to its level. The green creature blinks at you again, and behind it, a black tail pops out of another shell, its arrowhead shaped bottom whipping at the shell to crack it further, impatient from being stuck inside its own shell.

The green dragon makes an impatient noise, flames sparking at its mouth as your attention is occupied. “Okay, okay, little one,” you soothe, bringing your attention back to the creature intrigued by you. You reach a hand out and Eris draws in a sharp breath. He looks like he’s ready to drag you out of the clearing but he’s already hurt you enough, and he wants you to be happy. “Welcome to the world.” 

It sniffs your hand before nuzzling into you. Your face splits in a grin, and you reach out to pet along its scaly body. It’s unlike anything you’ve seen before, and you already know that when they’re fully grown, they will be the sway in any war, let alone what side you’re on. 

Its sibling saunters over, sniffing at Eris and turning its back on him with a growl. Eris deflates a little, but there’s still one more egg waiting to hatch, and maybe it will like him. 

The black dragon sniffs your hand, eyeing you curiously, cocking its head. Maybe it can smell Azriel on your skin. You were in the Night Court yesterday. The green dragon nips at the other, and you wonder what their genders are, the grass too long for you to see. 

But Eris can tell, somehow. He’s had experience, delivering his shadowhounds’ pups, and he tells you softly, “The green one is a male, and the black, a female.” 

“They’re beautiful,” you say, completely enthralled by the two dragons before you. The green one nuzzles into you again, before catching your hand in its jaws.

You gasp as its sharp yet soft teeth break your skin. Eris swears, planting his hands on your shoulders as if to rip you away from the creature, but you stop him, planting your free hand over his own. It doesn’t hurt that badly, and it's just a curious baby, you let the dragon be.

But he’s not biting you just because he doesn’t know any better. You’re the first fae he’s seen, and he likes the smell of you, the feeling of your intentions in the air. You’d been scared, and he’d felt it inside of his egg. He knew you needed help.

He’s claiming you. 

From the jaw of the dragon, green lines crawl up your arm like blood in your veins. They wrap around your forearm and you gasp at the intricacies it winds into, creating a weave of vines that stop at your elbow. It's a unique mark, you’re his as much as he is yours.

“I think he’s just imprinted on me,” you breathe as the dragon lets go and curls around your calves. The black dragon beats its tail against the ground, uninterested in what her brother is doing, and even less interested in Eris.

“What are you going to name him?” your mate asks, eyes shining pridefully at you. He’s a little hurt that the black dragon won’t give him the time of day, but there’s still hope for the last egg, which the female dragon saunters over to, nipping at the shell to rouse its last sibling.

“Zephyr,” you answer, and you don’t even have to think about it, you know that this name belongs to your dragon. He purrs in response, brushing against you.

His sibling breaks through the shell of the last dragon, waking the golden scaled creature from its slumber. It caws in annoyance, but the female is having none of it, snapping at him to get him moving from the shell. 

The beautiful gold dragon gleams in the sun, and Eris knows immediately that this dragon belongs to him.

Much like yourself, Eris steps forward, letting the last sibling sniff at him, biting him. He feels his flames reaching out the dragon, feels them intertwining with his own power and the creature looks up at him in wonder. The marking by the dragon is similar to yours, a weaving of thin lines glinting gold like its scales from his elbow to hand, looking like a metallic spiderweb. 

When the dragon releases him, he snaps his fingers and the three dragons make noises of shock as a flame appears in his fingers. They sniff and snap at it, but Eris is focused only on the dragon that’s claimed him, “You like that, don’t you, Rory?” 

The golden dragon makes a noise in response that Eris takes as a good sign.

“Eris?” you ask, patting the Zephyrs stomach. Your mate looks at you with excitement glowing in his eyes and you soften, wondering if this will turn the tides of the war, make him change his mind about attacking the Night Court.

“Yes, fawn?” he answers, but you’re looking at the last dragon. She’s settled into the grass a few feet away, watching you both with untrusting eyes, even if her brothers have claimed you both as theirs. She hides in the shadows of the trees, and her glowing blue eyes remind you so much of the mate you have in the Night Court, with a matching set of stones lining his leathers.

It would make sense. There’s three dragons and there’s three of you, you and both of your mates. You have to ask, excitement stirring in your stomach. 

“Do you think she belongs to Azriel?”

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Mister Grumpy Pantseses

Summary - All you wanted was a day in the vegetable garden with your husbands. Your husbands just wanted to spend the day at each other's throats.

Warnings - a bit of a communication issue trope, grumpy sunshine, reader is Tamlin's sister and uses one of his tactics, jealousy, name calling, Fluff, reader is a literal ray of joy

Prompt - Day 5 - Favorite Tropes

A/N - Happy @polyacotarweek day 5! I am running a little behind, so my other fave trope will be up later, but enjoy a little grumpy azris with their sunshine reader with a bit of miscommunication

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 “Fucking asshole.”

“Azriel!”

“Bastard.”

“Eris!” You pouted at your mates, sighing as they glared at each other. "Can we please have a nice breakfast? We have so much work to do in the garden if we want the vegetables ready in time to take to the hungry. We need to have energy."

Azriel grumbled an agreement while Eris rolled his eyes. “I am more than happy to spend time with you, foxling. It is that one I can't stand the sight of right now.”

"Eris!"

“Eris, our mate is asking you to stop being an entitled, self righteous, snake for one day. Surely you can handle that.”

“Azriel!”

“You're the one who set me off this morning, Azriel. Must you always run around brooding?” You felt yourself slowly sinking into your chair. The males you love most were both tired, so very tired. They were stressed from their duties and all you wanted was to love and help them.

They had not spent time with just each other in a few weeks. Eris had been too heavily scented on their last night together. It had been Azriel's way of telling you hello, but it lingered, dancing into the air during breakfast at the Forest House the next day. You had glamored it well enough from everyone but his mother. She seemed to see through you and Eris. Almost like she knew you two were hiding something or someone. Eris had caved, telling her everything about Azriel. Her advice had been simple, protect him. 

And Eris had taken that as, “Avoid him.” 

You looked between your two glaring mates, heartbroken at how their sadness was turning to grumpiness. “I'm going to go to the garden. Maybe you two should talk.” You left before one of them could respond then smiled, warding them in the cabin. If they wouldn't talk willingly, you'd force them to!

Azriel glared at Eris, and the heir returned it fully. “Our mate, our beautiful, selfless, and kind mate is outside by herself. Working in that damned garden. Because you want to be a grumpy asshole.”

Eris looked shocked, eyes wide as his jaw dropped. “I haven't done anything! I tried to greet you last night, and you ignored me in favor of y/n. Then this morning you wouldnt even kiss me good morning!”

“Can you blame me? She at least answers when I write.” Azriel watched the hit land, watched as Eris seemed to deflate. 

“I missed you. Regardless of how you feel, I missed you.” Eris stood to go out the door and jumped back as he was shocked. “Oh you have got to be kidding me.”

Azriel felt his face fall as well, walking to the after he did and jumping back as he was shocked as well. “Took that straight out of her brother's book, didn't she?” 

Eris couldn't help but laugh. “She doesn't even know he did that. I keep her here and away from him and Rhysand lately. It would break her heart all over again."

Azriel then began to laugh too, “She hates when we are mean to each other.”

“Because the world should be sunshine and rainbows.”

“And we are grumpy.” 

The ward seemed to lessen as the two males laughed before moving to the large sliding door that overlooked your garden. You were laughing, the rays of light seeming to want to follow and dance with you. You were such a breath of air. Untouched by the cruelty of the world and sheltered. It had turned you into the happiest female the two of them had ever met. The glass was always half full in your mind if you didn't decide that it was already running over and just a teeny tiny cup. 

Being paired with them, two grumpy and brooding males, seemed unfair to you most days. You were always laughing, always making jokes, and for 300 years, Eris had protected you from it being any other way. When he had taken you to a diplomatic meeting pre-Amarantha though, that had all changed. 

The bond snapping between you and Azriel had been difficult, life changing, and rewarding. He pursued you, regardless of your known status as Eris's wife and mate, and his pursuit paid off. It had kept you safe from Amarantha, and once they all had been freed, the bond between him and Eris snapped. 

That had been a different journey. The two of them were constantly butting heads, constantly arguing, constantly making you cry. It all ended though when Eris had been brave enough to bluntly address the situation. He had pulled Azriel to him, crashing his lips down on his, and the rest became history. Where everyone else saw a fight during the High Lord's meeting, you saw foreplay. 

Azriel sighed, watching you, and then turned back to Eris. “Why did you avoid me? I worried I had hurt you.” 

“You scented me too heavily. She could hardly hide it.”

Azriel nodded, a scarred hand then taking the other male's calloused one. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. She focused on hiding it from him.”

“I am sorry.”

Eris whispered the words back before leaning his head on Azriel's shoulder. “She's so beautiful and happy.”

“You are also beautiful,” Azriel looked him over. “Though, you are as she says, a grumpy pants.”

Eris huffed. “Odd. She says the same of you.” The ward seemed to drop fully. Allowing Azriel to reach his hands out to door and slide it open. “Brat.” He muttered.

“You'll take care of that later.”

“And you will help?”

You smiled as your mates walked out before jumping with glee. “Eris! There's a bunny!”

“Yeah? I'm sure we have many bunnies, my love.”

You glared at him before turning to Azriel. “Azriel!” You paused dramatically. “There's a bunny!”

The shadowsinger looked to the heir, a small smirk on his face as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Show me, starlight.”

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Azriel purrs when he's content

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Happy Poly Week! @polyacotarweek Links will be added to the fic posts as the days pass. Please heed the content warnings on the fic post. All fics can be read as a stand alone.

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❤️‍🔥- smut

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🥀- slight emotional/mental angst (all stories have happy endings)

Day One Beginnings: And Then There Were Three

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: You are invited to the Autumn celebrations as an emissary of Dawn. The High Lord’s mate invites you to meet him after the party is over. Alternatively: The night the mating bond snapped. Pairing: Azriel/Eris/Reader ❤️‍🔥

Day Two Comfort: Even High Lords Need a Break

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: Eris is over working himself. You and Azriel decide to make him take the hounds for a walk. Pairing: Azriel/Eris/Reader ✨🥀

Day Three Secrets: Spring Time Affairs

Flora (OC) likes to rile her husband up, especially if it means she gets to play with Elain in the process. Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain ❤️‍🔥

Day Four Adventure: Sharing is Caring

A Neapolitan Bonds Fic: Azriel has a surprise for you after the ball at Hewn City. The surprise is Rhysand and Feyre. Pairings: Azriel/Eris/Reader, Feysand, Reader/Feyre, Azriel/Rhysand ❤️‍🔥

Day Five Favorite Tropes: The Siren’s Song

Nesta Cassian and Azriel go to the middle to investigate an illegal trade route that is involved in some assaults in the Court of Nightmares. But instead of a headquarters they stumble upon the very field that’s being harvested. CW for Sex Pollen Pairing: Cassian/Azriel/Nesta ❤️‍🔥🥀

Day Six Celebration: The Rite of Spring

A Spring Time Affairs fic. A Calanmai fic. Tamlin and Flora complete the rite, going to find their loves once it is done and the next day help with cleaning up the festivities. Pairing: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain ❤️‍🔥

Day Seven Free Day: Baby of Mine

A Spring Time Affairs Fic: After Calanmai and forgetting to take the tea, Flora is pregnant. The problem is, she doesn’t know if Tamlin or Lucien is the father. CW Pregnancy Pairing: Tamlin/OC/ Elain/Lucien✨🥀

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When the Lightsinger Calls (I Hear a Symphony)

An Azriel Drabble

Azriel daydreams of his mate -Inspired by ‘I Hear a Symphony’ by Cody Fry

I used to hear a simple song.

The warm winds of summer blew through the Illyrian mountains as Azriel sat sprawled on a thick branch fifty feet in the air, one leather covered leg dangling as the other stretched across the branch, his back resting against the trunk of an old Oak tree.

Cassian had been butting heads with Devlon for hours. Same shit, different day as they heatedly negotiated new terms for the training of Illyrian females. Devlon, of course, remained as stubborn as an ass. Even after decades of his bullshit, it never failed to chafe Azriel’s nerves that they were under the regime of the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history yet had to make nice with stuck-in-their-ways pricks like him. Today in particular had left Azriel feeling less than giving.

Cassian booted Azriel out of negotiations in record time, which admittedly, was likely for the best. Azriel’s dominant stance, deadly gaze, and violent whirling shadows were not best suited for these futile attempts of “sweet talking” Devlon out of his deeply rooted misogyny. If Azriel had his way Truth Teller would do all the talking, but diplomacy unfortunately took precedence.

He may have put up more of a fight when storming out of the Camp Lord’s office had Cassian’s weapon of choice today not had a unique way of toeing that line between diplomacy and force in a way that even Truth Teller could not. No blood spillage necessary, though, Azriel thought with a smirk, the weapon could do just that as well.

The warmth of the suns rays shining through the rustling leaves and the scratch of bark lightly grazing the sensitive membranes of his wings - hitting those spots he could never quite reach - had Azriel drifting off into a light dream state.

As he began to doze, shadows hummed around him, the whistling breeze mixing in with their whirring as they sensed for any incoming threats.

Blending in with their simple song, the creek nearby babbled with the sounds of trickling water, crickets chirped beneath rocks below.

His thoughts became more vivid as his conscience drifted deeper into sleep.

His jaw ticked, wings jerking slightly as he dreamed glimpses of deep red coating his marred skin from the countless souls he’d drawn blood from, lifeless bodies scattered across bloody battlefields, dark cells, the bright flare of roaring fire scalding a child’s hands, his shadows melody becoming broken as they attempted to soothe their master.

The melody became lighter as the flame in his dreams became flashes of light, blurred glimpses of a lovely face appearing in and out of his dreams. A soft laugh intertwined itself with his shadows, the solemn hymn becoming lighter, with vibrant bursts of energy leaving his heart fluttering. More images of the ethereal face flickered through his mind, soft blush dusted cheeks, a radiant white smile, supple fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, plush lips on bare skin, all appearing to the beat of the rising staccato. His lips quirked upward in his sleep as his guard dropped lower and lower and the melody continued growing louder, building into the crescendo of the loveliest symphony he’d heard yet, even in Prythian’s most renowned concert halls.

The music filled Azriel’s entire being, leaving him light as shadow, his flaws forging themselves from ugly into something beautiful, something worthy, as the melody carried his soul toward the light.

Just as his body began to slump out of the tree a sing-song voice brighter than day awoke him. “Careful, Shadowsinger. One might think you’re sleeping on the job.”

He looked down to his beautiful mate, the face his dream had called him to. “My little Lightsinger, did you give Devlon hell?”

She beamed. “Worked a little on him. The girls get seven more hours per week and Cass or I can do spot checks whenever we please. I’ll push for more when we meet again in a few months.”

“That’s my girl.” His eyes shone with the pride filling his chest as he launched out of the tree and swept her off her feet.

“Let’s go home.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. Azriel only blushed and did just as his lady said, the two falling into companionable silence as her light and his shadow mingled in harmony the entire flight back to Velaris.

And now I hear a symphony.

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my confession is that i’m an azris fan and in another world i would’ve made the three of them end up together for afterglow

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spare me | e.v. & a.s.

pairing(s): poly!azris x fem!reader

warning(s): slightly suggestive if you squint, mentions of beron vanserra, implied torture/injuries, fear of abandonment, fear of loved ones being hurt, saying i love you a little too early maybe, nonsexual nudity

word count: 1k

a/n: this is more angst than fluff but it ends on a happier note lmao

masterlist

poly!azris + angst & fluff for my little celebration

Being immortal was never easy.

With centuries spread out before you like the gaping mouth of some terrible beast, it threatened to consume every one of your relationships. Each would, most likely, be as fleeting as a mortal’s life. Fragile, finite.

Perhaps it was better to end things before they got too hard. It allowed for allies where there would be enemies.

But as you gazed into the amber eyes of your lover, your very soul ached at the notion. His eyes were lit with something wild, feral in the way only a cornered wild animal could be. Sorrow lined your face as you reached for him.

Beside you, Azriel lounged across the bed, his relaxed body betrayed only by the tense expression he wore. His wings were limp on the sheets: open, vulnerable.

You shouldn’t have said it. As soon as the words left your mouth you’d wished you could take them back. I love you had been easy. The frantic patter of your heart and the pain in your chest was not. Naked and satiated, tracing circles over Eris’ scars, you’d spoken your feelings.

Azriel rested a hand on the dimple of your back, supportive in his silence. You knew he’d felt the same, but perhaps he wasn’t so much of a fool to voice it.

“You can’t-“ Eris’ words brought you back to the present. He scrambled out of bed, hands trembling as he dressed. You pushed yourself up, thighs protesting, and watched as he tried to pull himself together. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, muscles tight with tension.

“You can’t. You don’t.”

A sharp wave of anger shot through your blood. Who was he to dictate how you felt? Even if he did not feel the same.

“Don’t say that. Don’t tell me how to feel.” A humorless laugh echoed through the all too quiet room. The hair on your arms stood up, and Azriel finally allowed himself to move up from the bed.

“You don’t love me, you’re simply interested in the pleasure I bring you.” Your gut churned. Frustrated tears built up in your eyes but you will them away, voice sharp as you respond.

“You are more than a puppet to be used, Eris.”

He inhaled sharply.

The pause was all you needed, slowly removing yourself from the bed without sparing a sideways glance at your other lover. His shadows were curling around your limbs as if to keep you safe, but there was nothing to protect you from.

Eris stood still, barely breathing, as you approached. A wall of heat seemed to guard the air around him. You didn’t care. You reached for him, cool fingers making contact with burning skin, and simply stayed there. He would not push you away out of fear. And his was so palpable, the taste bitter on your tongue.

“If you don’t want this, tell me how to un-love you. Spare me the torment of wanting you but not having you.” You shook your head. “I would fight for the rest of my life for you, Beron Vanserra be damned.” His eyes fluttered shut as your hands skimmed over his chest, rising to cradle his jaw in your hands. Tension fell from him in waves.

“I can’t lose either of you.”

You sighed, stepping closer even still. Shadows slithered from your wrists to caress his pale skin. He kept his hands at his side, fists clenched as if to keep from touching you.

“My love,” you whispered. “Look at me.”

Moments ticked by. Azriel’s shadows were wound with tension, skirting over your figures in place of your partner’s hands.

Eris opened his eyes, red rimmed and glassy. You stroked the hard planes of his cheeks with your thumbs. The faintest freckles dusted the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, and you ached to still be lying in bed and tracing shapes between them.

“I’m not afraid of saying I love you, Eris Vanserra. Every fiber of my being longs for you. I don’t care if Beron himself hears me now.” He tensed all over again, even as you attempted to coax him out from behind his mountain high walls.

“You are worth it. To me, you’re worth everything.” A few stray tears fell from his eyes, though he didn’t make a sound. In a rush, you were wrapped in his embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“I’ll only cause you pain, suffering even.”

You huffed a laugh, tangling a hand in his hair.

“That’s my choice, love. Besides, it’s not you that’s causing me pain.”

He drew away, only to be swept up in the thick arms of your shadowsinger. They were much less affectionate with one another, but even Azriel understood that physical touch grounded Eris more than words ever really did. Eris, while taller, curled into the embrace.

“You’re stuck with us, fox.” Azriel’s low voice had you quirking up a brow.

“Come back to bed.” Unable to argue, Eris allowed the two of you to undress him, guiding him back to the silk sheets you’d begged them to purchase.

You curled up into his left side, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder.

“You’re worth more than you think, you have to know that.”

Eris’ fingers laced through yours, squeezing your hand gently. Azriel pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“We’ll be free one day, fox. I promise.” You glanced up, watching their exchange with soft eyes. Eris slotted his mouth against Azriel’s, sighing as he deepened the kiss. You rested your head on the redhead’s shoulder. A dark wing rose to cover your bodies, twitching as you lightly scraped the membrane with your nail.

Azriel huffed, pulling away from Eris and glancing down at you with a teasing gleam in his hazel eyes. “Needy.” You closed your eyes, nuzzling into the warmth of your partner. Even if this was destined to end sooner rather than later, at least there had been moments of love, of tenderness.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

[azsazz]

The Lady of Fire and Night

Azriel x Reader x Eris

Summary: The idea that stemmed from these anon asks: “poly reader makes eris and azriel wear a get along shirt when they're fighting” to which I responded “she tries to withhold sex but they end up just having it with each other”

Warnings: Smut, az x eris while reader watches!

Word Count: 3,882

Notes: As if I didn’t just solidify my spot in the Azris community...

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You throw your head backwards on the couch with an exasperated sigh as a loud thud comes from upstairs, nearly shaking the entire house on its frame.

It hadn’t been easy, finding out that you had two mates, and with males that absolutely loathe each other as well. There was always arguing, jealousy, heated arguments that you’d had to distance yourself from.

You figured the only way the would get along was if you didn’t have sex with either of them until they fixed their attitudes towards one another.

Apparently, it hasn’t been going well.

You slam your book shut in your lap, entirely exhausted by the way that Azriel and Eris treat each other. It was difficult for all of you and you knew that they’d hopefully come to terms with the fact that there was a three-way mating bond eventually, but right now, that day could not come soon enough.

Slowly making your way up the stairs, you pray to the Mother that they resolve whatever it is that’s causing the issue before you make it up to your room. It’s unlikely, but a girl can wish.

Your hand is on the doorknob, ready to push the door open and give them your worst, lecturing them like the children they act as when they’re together. You’re over it, the three of you can’t have a single night without the two of them bickering and fighting and you’ve had enough.

“You’re really fucking annoying,” Azriel growls. There’s the sound of grunting and a body falling – or perhaps being thrown – onto the bed. Your brows pinch together in confusion, letting your hand go slack on the knob in favor of pressing your ear up against the thick door to hear what’s going on.

“And you’re really fucking slow. Why are there thirty buckles on these fucking pants?” The sound of Azriel beating Eris’ hands away so he can undo the leathers himself is unmistakable. You couldn’t blame Eris at all because when you were just as desperate to get Azriel out of his training gear you swore the buckles multiplied tenfold. Your heart jumps in your chest as you hear the clothing dropped to the floor, at thought of what exactly is happening on the other side of that door.

“Why don’t you do us both a favor and put that mouth to better use,” Azriel hisses as Eris shoves him back onto the bed.

There’s the thundering sound of a slap and a deep moan you recognize as Eris’. The noise is cut off abruptly, presumably by Azriel’s mouth as you can hear their hot, wet kisses from the other side of the door.

Your cunt throbs but you’re not ready to go inside yet, no matter how badly you want to see what’s going on. You don’t want them to know you’re out here, clenching your legs together at the debauched sounds they're making.

Maybe they didn’t hate each other as much as they claimed.

Azriel catches the auburn haired males sharp jaw in a firm grasp, forcing him to look up from where he’s down on his knees in front of him, mouthing at his muscular thighs like he was made for it, about to take his cock into his mouth.

“If you burn me I’ll fucking kill you.”

He’s not all that sure he likes the way his cock betrays him by twitching at the mirth in Eris’ eyes.

His breath catches in his throat as Eris takes him in for multiple reasons. His mouth is so warm, so inviting, his skilled tongue carefully swirling around his length as he works his way down, he’s never felt anything quite like this. 

At the same time, he receives word from a whisper of darkness that takes its time arriving at his ear, ghosting across the curve of Eris’ ass and spine, drawing a filthy groan from the lordling that makes your knees weak. The tendril of darkness reporting exactly what he and the male on his cock were hoping for.

That you are right outside the room.

You press your forehead to the cool hardwood of the door, hoping that the chill helps calm your burning skin.

The sounds they’re making are filthy and you know that you can cum from just hearing them, but you’d really rather not make your presence known yet, knowing you’d be unable to hold back the moans that are already threatening to spill from your lips.

You should’ve known better than to think you could go undetected.

“(Y/N),” Azriel’s strained voice calls, and of course he knows you’re standing on the other side of the door, those pesky shadows. “Are you going to come in and enjoy the fun or are you just going to listen from out there?”

You startle slightly, pulling back from the doorway. Of course you were going to go inside now, wouldn’t miss out on seeing this, taking a shaky breath to try and steady your racing heart. Your hand is trembling almost as much as your legs are as you twist the knob and push open the thick door.

Gods, what’s happening before you is absolutely fucking sinful.

Eris is down on his knees between Azriel’s legs, who’s leaned back on the bed, his tanned skin on display for you to drink in selfishly. He’s propped up on his forearms, head thrown back in bliss, as Eris greedily sucks his cock with such precision and skill that Azriel can’t even begin to think of how the heir could be so good.

His breath hitches and his abdominals flex deliciously as Eris does something positively ungodly with his tongue at the tip of his cock before taking him as far as he can, the warmth of his mouth feeling like the perfect home.

It still comes in second place to your mouth, that is.

Eris’ auburn hair is disheveled, even more so when Azriel’s large hand brushes the stray strands from the Autumn native’s forehead before he fists the locks and gives a sharp tug. The male on his knees releases a corrupt moan around Azriel’s cock, which in turn causes the shadowsinger to exhale a growl of pleasure.

The smirk on his lips when his head tips forward is wicked. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, pupils fully dilated with arousal. You know they can both scent your want–need from where you’re frozen in the doorway.

“Yeah, that’s fucking right, take it. I knew that fucking mouth was more useful doing something else.”

The strong column of his neck is already littered with bruises but you think you see a few spots where you can mark him with your mouth, if you can even make your way all the way over to where they are.

The sound of Eris’ wet mouth as Azriel fucks into it is something that you never hope to forget.

“Care to join?” Eris asks, pulling off of Azriel’s cock with a pop. The shadowsinger hisses as the chill of the room caresses his glistening dick, using the hand he has twisted in the strawberry locks to try and shove the autumn native back down onto it, missing the heat of his mouth already.

He had been well on his way to cuming right down Eris’ throat.

“No,” you blurt, and even Azriel’s movements stop, lifting his gaze from Eris’ to yours.

Dark brows furrow in confusion as ruddy chestnut eyes stare at you. The hand loosens in Eris’ hair in shock and he strokes calming circles into Azriel’s thighs as they wait for you to continue.

“I want to watch,” you breathe bashfully, cheeks turning a rosy pink at your admission. 

Eris smirks and Azriel hums, letting his head fall back onto the mattress beneath him. His orgasm has ebbed off from the worry that came with you not wanting to join them, thinking they’d done something wrong, but now knowing that you want to watch instead…his cock twitches against his hip.

“By all means,” Eris’ voice is like silk, even though he’d had Azriel’s cock shoved so far down his throat you didn’t think he’d be able to speak for days after, which you’re now realizing might’ve been what Azriel had wanted anyway.

You watch Eris return to work, kissing at the sensitive parts of Azriel’s thighs, sucking a deep purple mark into his lower abdomen, one that would sit right above the waistline of his pants.

He crawls higher, biting, nipping, sucking at every ripple of muscle that he can, enjoying the way Azriel’s hands caress and trail across his body as he moves up, tracing a puckered scar with the tip of his tongue.

The hot sensation of his mouth causes Azriel to gasp and his grip to firm on Eris’ hips. He’s panting, cock aching, jumping with need everytime any part of Eris’ body glides across it. He doesn’t know how long he’s going to last.

Your feet come unfrozen from the floor as Eris reaches Azriel’s mouth, dipping down for their lips to meet with a fiery passion. Azriel is quick to respond, burning his fingers back into the disheveled locks of the autumn male, teeth biting, clashing, dragging harshly against each other's lips until Eris gasps in pleasure when the shadowsinger bucks up against him, sneaking his tongue into Eris’ mouth.

You head towards the comfortable couches near the fireplace, eyes never leaving the two males gliding together on the bed. Eris grinds down against Azriel’s cock and they both make sounds of pleasure, keens and whimpers for more, begging the other for it.

It would be impossible to look away if you tried.

You settle onto the couch, wasting no time, kicking off your panties beneath your skirts before you sit. You won’t be needing them and they’re working too quickly for you to undo all of the clasps of your dress, hiking up the fabric to get a hand on yourself.

Azriel’s tongue rubs along Eris’ straight teeth before diving deeper. He can taste the faint flavor of himself in Eris’ hot mouth as he slides back, one hand on the other males him to drag him up the bed for more room.

His hands roam Eris’ body, faltering when he feels a few scars across the side of his abdomen. From what, he could only begin to wonder, but then he hears your gasp, his shadows telling him that you’ve snuck your hand down to your cunt, gathering the slickness and slowly teasing your clit as you watch them with wide eyes. That knowledge, mixed with Eris’ warm hands gripping his cock have the thoughts of where he got these scars eddying from his mind.

Azriel grunts and arches into Eris at the feeling. You swallow dryly as you watch, their two powerful bodies writhing, grinding against each other like two Gods sculpted from marble you’d seen in the Dawn Court. Your breathing is coming out in little pants as you tease yourself, skirts lifted and bunched around your waist.

The low dip of your corseted top is easy to maneuver, pausing your ministrations to lean forward and pull the ties loose, letting the top fall away so you can play with your peaked nipple in time with your swollen clit.

Azriel’s length is heavy in Eris’ palm as he rubs, eliciting the most delicious sounding moans, his body curving, seeking out Eris’ after a particularly pleasurable twist of his hand.

Scarred hands trail down the length of Eris’ spine, causing him to whimper into Azriel’s mouth as he shudders in its wake. The autumn royal’s body collapses on top of the tanned one of the male under him, pinning his hand around Azriel’s cock between them.

Azriel’s fingers glide over the curve of his ass and Eris keens when he brushes over his pucker, pulling away from his mouth, face twisted with pleasure and eyes fully dilated.

“Please,” he begs, hips desperately trying to follow the barely there circles of his fingers. Azriel stops him from moving with his free hand because he’s brushing up against his painfully hard cock and if he doesn’t stop he’s going to cum before he even gets to be inside Eris.

He takes a moment to admire the male on top of him, pink lips swollen red, mottled with color that sticks out in such contrast to the paleness of his skin. Even his freckles seem to be alight, like embers of the fire burning within him, and Azriel can’t help but swallow harshly as realization dawns on him. He’s liked everything that has to do with the inferno that is Eris, his warm mouth, hot hands streaking across his skin and around his cock…maybe he’ll get over his fear of fire yet.

Eris follows his plea with a squeeze to Azriel’s cock, drawing an answer from him.

“Okay, Eris,” Azriel’s voice takes on the same tone it does when you’re the one whining beneath him, a mess of heightened emotions, and the way that Eris reacts to it – a sigh of relief when he’s gifted a soft kiss, shuddering as Azriel presses his finger in – has you biting your lip harshly as you circle your finger faster, afraid to drag the attention to yourself.

Azriel is as eager as the strawberry haired male, rutting his hips into Eris’ as he slowly works his way in. His finger drags against the snug walls, searching slowly, teasing in and out as he reaches for the oil on the nightstand.

Eris growls when Azriel slips his finger out because it hadn’t been enough, he’d just barely had the finger inside of him before he was pulling away. The shadowsinger is quick to stifle it with a kiss. He doesn’t need to see as he slicks his digits with the oil, doesn’t care if he’s making a mess upon the heir’s back, he doesn’t care about any of that.

He nearly wails at the loss but then Azriel is rubbing at his rim again, and his finger slides in much easier this time.

A broken moan escapes the freckle male and he presses eagerly back against the finger, Azriel watching with dark eyes, “That’s it, fireling, that’s a good boy.”

You think you might bite right through your lip then. Azriel was normally a male of few words, but he really opened up in the bedroom, filthy words escaping his lips, praises and kisses of all kinds. You can see that Eris likes it just as much as you do because he’s planting both of his hands on either side of Azriel’s head for stability as he ducks down to kiss him.

Eris’ eyes roll into the back of his head as Azriel finds the bundle of nerves he’s been searching for, nearling going boneless, letting out a garbled moan to which Azriel responds with a grunt of agreement and a buck of his hips.

It’s nearly too much, watching them going at it, how they’d went from fighting to having sex together in the span of minutes. All because you were withholding from them due to their constant arguments. Well this was one way to make up for it for sure.

You’re already so close to the edge and the hadn’t even started the main event but you can’t hold it in, they’re too beautiful, fucking effortless as they devour eachother like they actually do hate each other.

You spill over the edge with a cry that drags both of their attention to where you’re dragging slow circles around your clit as you come down from your high. Both of their cocks twitch and Azriel choses now to slip a second finger into Eris, his bones shuddering as both of your moans reverberate in his body.

They watch your chest heave, your delicate fingers until they come to a rest. You know you’ll orgasm again before either of them, but you don’t care, this was truly something else.

“Good job, baby,” Azriel praises and Eris murmurs his agreement, your cunt clenching in reflex. Gods, the things that these males could do to you, taking you apart with only their words.

When you feel like you’re able to open your eyes again you flush, because your two partners are still staring at you, all dark eyes and eager.

“What?” you squeak, and there’s a sudden urge to pull your skirts down even though they had seen you naked multiple times before. Your hand twitches but you don’t act on it.

“Do you want to watch me ride Azriel’s cock or do you want him to be on top?” Eris’ voice is a drawl of lust, anticipation all in one. He rocks back on Azriel’s fingers, a third in there now, scissoring and brushing up against his walls as they make room for the Illyrian’s cock.

You exhale harshly as the thought of them in both positions makes your cunt throb with pleasure. Your hand jerks again, not to cover yourself but to touch.

“Ride him, Eris,” you respond eventually. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get to see the other position someday too.

“Atta girl,” Azriel responds, still working his fingers as Eris sits up, snatching the oil from where the shadowsinger had abandoned it. He pours some in his hands, warming it up with the flames that live inside of him before he’s reaching down for Azriel’s cock again, slicking it up.

Eris presses featherlight kisses to Azriel’s collarbones and the shadowsinger's stomach dips in anticipation. He nods softly at Azriel, pecking him on the lips, letting him know that he’s ready.

Azriel slowly removes his fingers, one last brush against Eris’ prostate that has the heir squirming and whimpering with pleasure. He’s achingly hard, but the sight before him is like a dream, and he can’t wait to be inside of him. 

Taking Azriel’s cock in hand, Eris lines him up, fitting his ass to the male’s hips, rubbing the tip of his cock against his hole.

There’s twin moans of relief as you watch Eris slide down on Azriel’s cock, taking in all of his thickness greedily.

He’s pretty sure he blacks out for a second. Eris’ breath catches in his throat at the press of Azriel’s dick inside of him and it seems to be never ending, so big that he feels like it’s hitting the back of his throat when their hips finally meet.

Your fingers had found your clit again, already working yourself up to another orgasm when the show has only just started.

“Are you okay?” Azriel murmurs, a strain to his voice like he’s forcing himself not to grab Eris by the hips and fuck up into him. Instead, he mouths at the heir’s throat, making his way to his parted lips.

“Mph,” Eris is utterly breathless and blissed out already, can’t even move with the way he feels so full. “Move.”

The inky haired male holds him impossibly close as he slides slowly out, all the way until it’s just his tip that’s nestled inside of the autumn male, jutting into him once more. He feels Eris’ nails scratching down his sides and he revels in the burn from it, spurring him on.

“Fuck,” Azriel gasps, “You feel so good.”

Eris moans in agreement and you can’t take your eyes off of them, Eris urging Azriel to move faster, bobbing his own hips in time with the shadowsinger, meeting his thrusts with his own. His body is set in a permanent arch with Azriel hitting the spot that makes him see stars with every press of his hips.

The lordling takes things into his own hands, hands pressing flush against Azriel’s tone chest, hauling himself upright to ride the Illyrian below him like the wild fireling he is.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us, (Y/N)?” Azriel asks, his voice gravelly as Eris slides up and down on his cock. The veins in his neck stand out, strained, wings spread wide and falling off the sides of the bed as he watches through the hair that’s fallen into his eyes. “You can come sit on my face, baby.”

“Fuck,” you moan, tossing your head backwards as his words go straight to your cunt. You pinch your taut nipple, arching off of the couch, the fire building in your stomach and you’re so blissed out you don’t even think you could move across the room if you tried.

But there is always time for round two later.

“Keep going,” you urge, breathless. You’re too warm, should’ve made the time to take your skirts off but the two males weren’t waiting around for you when you arrived hastily, scrambling to find a better view.

Eris lets his head fall against Azriel’s. Their mouths are open, panting against each other, hot breath fanning over their faces as they share noises, moans and pleads for Azriel to go harder or how devastating Eris looks on top of him.

Azriel grips Eris’ hips, holding him tight against his body as he plants his feet into the bed, using it to leverage himself so he can jackknife up into Eris harshly, grunting harshly as he bites into the skin of the autumn male’s creamy shoulder.

Eris’ stomach coils tighter each time Azriel’s cock rubs over his prostate, and soon enough it’s a fire within him, so hot and intense he can hardly hold it in.

Much like yourself from your spot a few feet away, tucking your fingers inside in time with Azriel’s thrusts, gathering your slick and rubbing furiously over your clit as the shadowsinger growls in pleasure, making a mess of yourself.

Their scents are nearly overpowering, and you suck in breath greedily as night-chilled mist and nutty whiskey mix, pulling you closer and closer to your own edge.

“Azriel,” Eris pants, begging, hoping that the shadowsinger understands what he’s asking for.

And he does because his thrusts pick up even more and his hand snakes down between them, taking hold of the lordling's neglected cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. He can feel Eris throbbing in his palm and he squeezes harder, tugging him as his hips stutter inside of him. He’s so close, you’re so close, Eris is–

Moaning loud and unabashed, perfect mouth parting as he orgasms, creamy, hot cum streaming between their chests.

Eris’ reaction has Azriel spilling over the edge, the red heads ass tightening deliciously around his cock as he cums. Azriel buried his head into Eris’ neck to muffle his groan as he lets go blissfully, hips faltering in Eris as he continues to milk the other male.

The sight and sounds of it has you following right after, toppling into oblivion, the three of you panting for breath in the aftermath of what was the most erotic thing you’ve experienced thus far.

You knew having two mates was going to be something special, but even you hadn’t quite expected this.

Azriel is the first to break the post-orgasmic silence, helping Eris off of his cock and tucking him into his side, brushing the fringe from his eyes and placing a soft kiss on his forehead, beckoning you with his free hand.

“Now will you come here, (Y/N)? We’ve missed you.”

[readychilledwine]

✨️Poly+Acotar Week Masterlist✨️

Details Coming Soon

Day 1: (4/7) Beginnings

The Story of Us

Nessian x Reader x Azriel

After Nyx is given a school assignment on family dynamics, The Inner Circle's quad is stuck trying to explain to Nyx why they all still live together.

(Fluff)

Day 2: (4/8) Comfort

Matching Wounds

Feysand x Lyria Vanserra x Azriel

The first High Lord's meeting after the war with Hybern brings some old memories up that Lyria and Rhys would have rather forgotten, leaving their mates to try to patch together wounds they can't see.

(Angstish)

Day 3: (4/9) Secrets

His, Yours, Mine

Poly!batboys x reader

Finding out you were pregnant should have been the best news. It's too bad you don't know which of your three mates is possibly the father, though.

(Slight hidden pregnancy trope. Angst to fluff)

Day 4: (4/10) Adventures

Home to Me

Elucien x Reader

After the death of Beron, Lucien is finally free to move to the Day Court, and he could not be more ecstatic to have you and Elain by his side

(Fluff)

Day 5: (4/11) Favorite Tropes

Mister Grumpy Pantseses

Grumpy!Azris x Sunshine!Reader

All you wanted was a day in the vegetable garden with your husbands. Your husbands just wanted to spend the day at each other's throats.

(Angst and fluff)

Day 6: (4/12) Celebration

Happy Birthday, High Lord

Tamcien x reader

You and Lucien pulled all the stops for Tamlin's birthday this year. Now you just have to hope your mate appreciates it.

(Fluff)

✨️ Day 7: (4/13) Free Day ✨️

Schedule Conflicts

Feysand x Lyria Vanserra x Azriel x Nessian

Azriel shouldn't plan dates when he's tired. Luckily, Lyria finds a solution that makes everyone happy. Game Night.

(Fluff)

The Ruining of Seraphina

Inner Circle x Seraphina Vanserra

Seraphina should have known better than to make a bet against her mate. Especially when losing that bet means being free use for the Inner Circle for a week.

(It's just filth. 🤷🏼‍♀️)

For the High Lady

Poly!batboys x reader - can be read with or without reading the Auralism post in Valentines Day Bingo

Rhysand's generosity knew no bounds, not even when it came to sharing his mate with his brothers.

(Smut)

[maased-out]

Hi everyone and get ready for another year of SJM fun! Below, you'll find a list of events for 2025.

NOTE: These events are meant to foster positivity within their respective fandoms. Negativity towards any specific event is not welcome.

NOTE: If you would like your event to be included on the maased-out calendar, please click here.

January:

Bat Boys Appreciation Week (January 12- January 18)

Rhysta Weekend (January 17- January 19)

February:

Jassa Week (February 2 - February 8)

SJM Romance Week (February 8 - February 14)

SJM Pride Week (February 23- March 1)

March:

Koschlain Weekend (March 07-March 09)

Elain Week (March 30- April 5)

April

Poly + Acotar Week (April 6- April 12)

Tamlin Week (April 12-April 19)

Nesta Archeron Week (April 21- April 27)

May:

Elriel Month (May 1 - May 30)

SJM x Reader Week (May 4- May 10)

June:

Azris Week (June 8- June 14)

Gwyn Week (June 15 - June 21)

July:

Inner Circle Week (July 1- July 7)

Elucien Week (July 14- July 20)

Cassian Week (July 20- July 26)

August:

Gwynriel Weeks (August 10- August 23)

Feylin Week (August 24- August 31)

September

Elain Archeron Week (September 1- September 7)

Eris Vanserra Week (September 14- September 20)

Nessian Week (September 21- September 27)

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If you’re looking for an ACOTAR poly series, may I suggest Neapolitan Bonds? SO well written and the dynamic between the three is so believable. 10/10! 🤍🤎🩷

Neapolitan Bonds Master Post

Pairing: Eris/Azriel/Reader | Summaries, Ratings, and Warnings on Posts | Ao3 Series Here

Series Summary: The various adventures of Eris, Azriel, and you, starting with the mating bond snapping and onward. All can be read as a stand alone and in various orders. Actual Order below.

Then There Were Three

The night the bond snapped

Be Good

Azriel uses you to rile up Eris through the bond

Now, Behave

Azriel receives his punishment for the events in Be Good

Sharing is Caring

Azriel has a surprise for you after the ball in Hewn City. Guest Starring Rhysand and Feyre

Even High Lords Need a Break

You and Azriel force Eris to take a break

A Lession In Heart Break

The big fight and after math. Part 1 - The Night it feel apart

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Can I ask for Eris x Azreil x reader hurt /comfert where reader comes back after a hard mission and can barely sand from how exhausted they are. But our boys come and help them bath and feed them some food before some comfort snuggles. I feel like I barely see any fluff for this poly or am I just looking in the wrong places?

Autumn and Night

Azris x reader

A/n: now that I’m thinking about it I’m not sure I’ve seen fluff for azris x reader. If anyone knows any fics comment them even if they’re your own (do the shameless self promo babe)

Warnings: tired reader, comfort

As you trudged up the front stairs of the Forest House your shoulders slump remembering the fight your mates got into before you left. Four days ago Eris and Azriel had gotten into another petty argument. You usually played mediator in those scenarios.

This time however, you just left for your mission not wanting to deal with it. Coming back was worse. Your mission was successful, just tiring. You were dirty, tired, and covered in blood. You did stop by whatever river you were walking along to wash what you could off yourself but your would have to wait.

Sentries opened the front doors for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw one of Eris’s assistants run off to inform him and Azriel that you were home. You didn’t bother following him. You just heard in the other direction towards your chambers.

You didn’t want to know about Eris and Azriel’s fight anymore than you already did. Peace and quiet was what you needed.

Just as you were unlacing your boots a soft knock sounded. Azriel poked his head in timidly. “Hi sweetheart. You ok?” All you did was blink at him with a sad look. You went back to your boots as your two mates quietly entered your room.

Eris stood in front of you, cupping your jaw in his hand, gently forcing you to look up at him. “Let us help you, love.” You didn’t have the energy to fight them, so you let them. Eris kneeled, taking off your boots while Azriel helped you out of your leathers.

While Azriel finished putting your leathers in the laundry Eris ran you a bath. Azriel picked you up, placing you gently in the steaming water. The two work in tandem to get you cleaned up. While Eris scrubbed your skin clean Azriel gently washed your hair. You leaned into his touch as he washed a second time as a silent thank you.

Waves of calm came from both of them, helping you relax and sink further into the water. Once the water was cold and murky Eris pulled you out while Azriel wrapped you in a towel. “Thank you,” you whispered. They each kissed a side of your head.

After you dried yourself you threw on one of Eris’s sleep shirts and flopped face down on the bed. You felt the bed dip next to you with the weight of one of your mates. You flip over to look up at Azriel, your eyes half lidded with exhaustion. Azriel slowly pushed a strand of damp hair from your face.

“Do you want something to eat?” You nod against the covers and your stomach grumbles. After days of having bread and catching your own food you were craving a good meal. Eris climbed on the bed to leave a small kiss on your forehead before heading to the kitchen.

In Eris’s absence you were oddly quiet towards Azriel. He gave you a concerned look, reaching out gently down the bond to read your mood. “Oh y/n/n, don’t worry about me and Eris. I’m sorry you went all week feeling that way, but we fixed things. So don’t worry your pretty little head ok?”

“Ok Az.” You give him a tired smile which he returns. Azriel scoops you up in his arms pulling you to rest on his chest. You snuggled into him, happy to be wrapped in his warmth again.

Eris came back into the room holding a plate with roast chicken, some vegetables, and a glass of water. You sat up between Azriel’s legs holding your hands out for the plate, “Thank you Er, this smells amazing.”

“Uh-uh,” the High Lord smirks at you, “you look like your too tired to hold your own head up never mind a fork. Let me feed you.” You gave Eris an exasperated look which he met with his own pointed look. Azriel leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your middle to hold you to him so you can relax.

“Fine.” You huff out, not so secretly glad that your mates are so willing to take care of you. At the first bite of real food you moan at the taste. Both males quietly laughed at your reaction as Eris kept feeding you dinner.

Once your plate was empty you leaned back into Azriel as he laid you down on the bed, spooning you. Eris laid in front of you gently running a warm finger across your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut at the loving touch. “Sleep, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

You let out a small sigh in agreement. Even though these two stubborn males drive you crazy, you never wanted to leave them again.

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Poly + ACOTAR Week Prompts 2025

Day 1 - 4/6: Whose court is it anyway?

This can go so many ways! What was your groups courtship like? Who courted who? Are they from different courts, and if so how does that affect their relationship? 

Day 2 - 4/7: Reveal

Who, or what is being revealed? Is it a flirtatious move or a serious conversation? You tell us!

Day 3 - 4/8: Will there be enough room?

Many of our favorite tropes are written with a pairing of two: grumpy/sunshine, golden retriever/black cat, enemies to lovers, the other male/female. How do they change when there’s more than two? How does your group of four or five fit in that inn’s only one bed? Take these tropes and flip them on their heads, or expand them for a larger group!

Day 4 - 4/9: Alternate Universe

Maybe it’s an alternate world, or a retelling of how canon would change if there were a larger romantic group. Perhaps your group is reminiscing on what could have been. What world will your group travel to? 

Day 5 - 4/10: Memories and History

What is your group remembering and why? Maybe it’s a memory of a favorite experience, or a painful one.  Is it a former partner, the day they chose to get together? 

Day 6 - 4/11: Courage

What does courage mean to you, or to your group? Courage to live freely, courage to go on an adventure, courage to try something new? The world is your oyster! 

Day 7 - 4/12: Why Choose?

Welcome to free day! Pick your favorite prompt ideas or tropes and mash them together, or take it literally and create a why choose scenario for your group.

We can't wait to celebrate with you this April! Please feel free to reach out with any questions.

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Thank you so much for requesting almost 100 fics! This is insane and makes me so happy to see some positivity in this fandom!!

Here you have a masterlist of all the suggested and recommened fics! Enjoy reading!

ELUCIEN

FEYSAND

NESSIAN

GWYNRIEL

ELRIEL

AZRIS

POLY

X READER

OTHER

See you for the advent calendar!!