#rip azris week you were iconic

[queercontrarian]

azris week day 7: epilogue

AN: this week was so fun! thank you for doing this event @azrisweek

okay now on to the fluff! no content warnings, they're just disgustingly in love (also insinuated mpreg lol)

Eris found Azriel in his usual space, standing on the terrace, eyes on the horizon. His wings were open wide, catching the last warm rays of the sun. He didn't move when Eris came to stand next to him, but he reacted to the air warming around them, relaxing a little when he felt the familiar magic. Eris smiled when his husband shuffled closer to him, his large wings shielding his back from the cool shadow of the house.

They'd been spending more and more time at their estate on the coast of Caritni, especially Azriel. He fell in love with the house from the moment he first set foot in it during their honeymoon. Eris suspected it was because of the big windows. He could see both the sea and the mountains of Silesia from the balcony facing north. He knew Azriel missed the mountain wind of Illyria more than he'd ever admit and this place was the next best thing.

The house was filled with good memories spanning centuries. Azriel had spent the majority of all three pregnancies here, their children had been born and raised in these rooms. They had learned to speak and walk and fly in Caritni and even though they were all grown up now they still visited this home more than any of the others, the Forest House included.

Azriel had even considered moving his mother here but she flat out refused to leave Illyria.

"What are you thinking about?" Eris asked his husband, whose eyes were still on the sun setting over the woods and hills further inland.

"Did you bring Hila?" he replied. Eris shook his head.

"She was adamant that she wanted to finish the negotiations with Sasha before the end of the month. I have a feeling she might use my absence to light a fire under his ass." Azriel chuckled.

"After dealing with you for over a thousand years, your brother should be equipped to handle it," he said. Eris laughed, reaching for his husband's hand.

"He should."

"She works too much." Despite the neutral tone Eris could tell his mate was upset. He squeezed his hand gently. Azriel preferred Caritni over the Forest House, he always had, but while Eris was willing to winnow every night to see his mate, their eldest daughter was around much less these days.

"She's an Heir."

"Nyx doesn't work nearly as hard," Azriel pointed out. Eris gave his husband a look to show exactly what he thought of his nephew's work ethic. Then he shrugged.

"She's your daughter after all."

"Oh, so it's my fault Hila is a workaholic?" Azriel huffed. Eris bit back a laugh and shook his head, linking his fingers with Azriel's to stop him from crossing his arms to lock in his sulking.

"I'm sure she gets it from both of us," he conceded, "After all, when do we ever sit still?"

"We are right now," Azriel argued, and Eris suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Azriel trying to lecture someone else on not spending enough time on themselves was so incredibly hypocritical he would have snorted if he didn't know Azriel was genuinely worried for their daughter.

"First of all, still standing. And second, yes - after over a thousand years." Azriel just stared at him, his eyebrows raised so high they almost seemed to touch his hairline. Up close he could see a couple of grey hairs in his dark curls and Eris had to stop himself from brushing his fingers through them.

"What I'm trying to say is give her time to figure out her pace. She'll know what she can and can't handle," he concluded, and Azriel sighed.

"I guess," was all he said and Eris took that as permission to finally move in and carefully wrap his arms around his husband's torso, pulling him close as they watched the sun set over the Autumn Court.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," Azriel answered, his voice equally soft, then added, "even though you work too much too." Eris kissed him on the cheek.

"Get inside then. I'll show you just how serious I am about my work, as a High Lord, a father, and a husband." Azriel's laughter was slightly muffled as Eris kissed him again, and again, and again, until long after the sun had already disappeared beyond the hills.