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All the Glamour - I

Azriel x Eris Vanserra | Azris ⚔️ Written for @azrisweek Day 5: AU

Welcome to this 60s!Prythian!Modern-ish!Everyone Is Alive AU that has been on the boil for a little while. thank you to my darlings @buffy-vanserra @olenvasynyt @eatsbooks @musty-old-claptrap for holding my hand and beta'ing this at various points (and please pretend i didnt forget to thank you my b)

Azriel and Eris met at law school. They're rivals. Friends. Something of the sort. But now it's Solstice and they're back home, yet, their minds seem to linger on each other. Willingly. Not. Not much difference between them in the end. [3.7k words]

warnings: anxiety, smoking, allusions to drugs, shady business adjacent night court, media empire vanserras, eris vanserra is a dick (affectionate), swearing, if i missed something, lmk!

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Too many plates and not enough space on the dining room table. He’s holding a steaming dish of roasted potatoes—they smell so good. Elain already tossed them and salted them. Nowhere to put it. The heat is there. The edge of comfortable.

‘Oh, Azriel, you’ll burn yourself.’

Rhys’ mother takes them off him, hand already wrapped in a tea towel for it, and shuffles the stuffing and gravy so that the potatoes can slot into the gap in front of Cass. His fingers itch. Cass leans back in his chair, already pretending to be half asleep. For half an hour now, he’s been waiting for a call from Nesta. If she bothers at all. Non-chalant. Hah! Every now and then, Az watches him stop his knee from bouncing.

‘And turn that television off,’ Rhys’ mother says, flitting round into the kitchen, ‘we can do without that Amren woman telling us we’re losing three-one to Spring, thank you.’ A distant mumble as she disappears behind the wall: ‘It’s Solstice, gods help us, don’t they give the poor thing time for family?’

Az goes to turn it off. Cass glares at him. Az, shit-eating grin, flicks the switch. Asshole, he mouths. A shrug. Never was one for football anyway. He leans against it, the television, a great big thing, sturdy as a brick wall, and warms the back of his thighs with the heat of the screen. He wouldn’t dare touch it. Keeps his arms folded, hands tucked into his elbows.

Backdoor shuts. Feet shuffling. ‘No rest for the wicked, Ma. Amren knows that better than anyone.’ Bags rustling, left on the kitchen counters. Bread and butter and staple things for tomorrow, when the markets are closed and everyone is too full from the night before to move. Az hears her kiss him on the cheek.

‘You said you’d be late,’ she says. Maybe a little tearful already. Not the same without him.

‘Pa let me off early.’

‘Well. Never mind that. Go on, sit down. We’re almost ready.’

‘Sure, sure. Hello, Elain. Fey here yet?’

Feyre’s out on the front porch trying to hide that she’s started smoking again. They have this little pact, between him and her, where when he catches her, she gives him a cigarette, and he promises not to tell Rhys. Az can keep a secret, and isn’t precious about bribes. If Rhys had come in the front way, she’d be busted. She’s smart enough to know there’s only room for the car in the alley out back.

‘Somewhere around,’ comes Elain’s soft voice. ‘You know how she is.’ Said with a smile, Az can hear it.

Ah, there’s the telephone. New just last month. Better cord. Louder ring. Better to have it in the kitchen, he’d said to Rhys’ mother, no need to traipse through half the house. Nesta will tell him she isn’t coming.

‘Leave it!’ Cass shouts, hauling himself out the chair that is starting to look too small for him. He’s so broad now, shoulders packed in with tight muscle. Hugs from him are pleasantly crushing. ‘I’m coming.’

A pat on the back from Rhys, crossing him in the doorway. A smile and a good luck, you’ll need it.

‘Here he is.’ All dressed up. Shined shoes. Dark, woollen overcoat. Leather gloves. Hair slick but not perfect. Mussed. Easy smile. Feyre will climb him when she sees him. Az feels distinctly underdressed, even with nice slacks and an ironed shirt. Rhys wears a tie like his father these days. ‘Brooding already?’

‘Funny.’ They embrace, claps on the back, and maybe they hold each other a little tighter, a little longer than usual.

Rhys grips him by the shoulders. Looks him up and down. ‘Big college boy, eh? He doesn’t even wear a jacket for Solstice. Call yourself a law student.’

All squared away and paid for. He’s got potential, that one. Smart. Always thinking, aren’t you, boy? But he’s home now, just for a few weeks. Back in the city, ready to fill his lungs with the sea air and drink his weight in wine. Trip over cobbled streets. Get dragged through the Rainbow by Mor. Get dragged to Rita’s by everyone. And he’ll pretend to hate it.

With a huff, Az shoves him in the chest. ‘Yeah, yeah. At least I’m not getting dolled up and… oh—’ he snickers—‘you got powder on your nose, Rhysie—’ Rhys swipes at it with the back of his hand, reflex, just beak, I swear, a little, every now and then—‘fix yourself up in the ladies’ before you got in the car?’

That earns him a clip round the ear, but not hard enough to hurt. ‘Shut it.’ Then a tender pat at the cheek. ‘It’s nice to have you around,’ he says. ‘You’ve been gone so long Cass was planning on coming up and kidnapping you just for a weekend.’

‘Oh yeah? How’s he getting to me?’

‘Guy was gonna walk it.’

‘Dumbass.’

‘Yeah, well,’ Rhys says, ‘he’s got no one around to temper his stupid-ass ideas nowadays.’

Speak of the devil, Cassian pokes his head around the doorframe. Frowning. Elain comes through with another plate—where on Earth—? oh, by the pickled cabbage—and Rhys’ mother follows with the main attraction. A huge bird, a chicken, the biggest one from the Palace they could find, covered in tin foil, ready to be deposited onto the empty platter at the centre of the table. Az, so used to shitty canteen food and cheap takeaway pork ramen which has never so much as seen a pig in its life, is dying to sit. His mouth, watering. Then too does Feyre appear, pulling off her boots, wafting floral perfume, the good one, into the room. Rhys goes all soft and draws away, his sharp eyes gentle a touch and—

‘It’s for you.’

—they’re good together. Az likes Feyre a lot—

‘Az.’ Cassian smacks his hand against the doorframe, bashing so hard Rhys’ mother barrels a look at him. He grimaces, sheepish, but it got his attention.

‘For me?’ Az asks. ‘Why? Who is it?’

No one from university knows this number, even really knows he lives in Velaris. They look at him, see an Illyrian, and don’t ask any more questions until he beats them in class, then they ask how he cheated. Maybe an old friend from school could guess it. Might see the name in the phonebook and put two and two together. Gwyn does keep sending him nice letters from Autumn down south, after all. He already sent her a card for the holiday. Hope this piece of folded paper lets you know I’m thinking of you. He’s certain she’ll laugh.

He dares not entertain the idea that his mother might have remembered it’s Solstice. Or even that they would let her call him if she has.

Cass makes a face. ‘I don’t know. He says he’s a friend. Has the number anyway. Be quick about it, would you?’

He rolls his eyes. Nesta won’t come, but it’s so blunt. Cass will be devastated. It’ll be on him and Rhys to take him out and play wingman for him to get over it. Tomorrow. Probably two nights in a row. Everyone tells him not to be too long.

‘Don’t wait up for me,’ he says, taking the phone.

The kitchen still smells delightful. His stomach rumbles when he pulls the phone to his ear. Heavier than the old one. Different latch. On the other end, very little. Quiet. Fuzzy ringing.

‘Hello?’ he asks. Not seeing someone in front of him makes him ansty. No face to read. Things, hiding. Feelings in shadows between words.

‘Azriel. Good. I was beginning to think I had the wrong house.’ A pause. Infinitesimal. ‘Such a charming brother you have.’

Phone in hand. Squeezed around the grooves. Of the phone or his hands. They itch still. His whole body does this thing where it freezes, hardens. Temples fizzle. Melts a moment after, more like ice. Very slowly, he pushes the kitchen door to.

‘Have I stunned you to silence, Azriel?’

His mouth is very dry. ‘How—’ no, wrong question. Phone book. Two and two. Or, spoke to a guy. I know someone. Don’t worry about it. Yeah, no, we can find him. ‘Why?’

Bemused silence. Az can see the smile. The dimples. Freckles. Fucking freckles. Click of the tongue.

‘It’s the Solstice. Don’t you celebrate up there?’

Prick. His lips suddenly work to create noise. Unthinking noise. ‘Most people send a card.’

A little, exhaled laugh. ‘Should I be offended that you count me in with most people?’

Ball rolling now. ‘You can’t call the house.’

‘And yet.’

‘You still can’t.’

‘Not even for Solstice?’

‘Why do you even care?’ he hisses, hand hovering at the receiver. He’ll hang up. It’s easy. Just push down. Easier than talking.

‘Am I not allowed to care about you?’

‘Fuck off.’ Latch down.

Easy. Phone on the hook.

There, hands, really itching now, braced against the wall, alone in the kitchen—delicious smelling kitchen—Az waits a minute. Actually counts the seconds from one to two to three to four to—

Again goes the phone. Too fucking loud. Az snatches it.

‘Eris, you can’t call the fucking house.’

For just too long, the words hang.

‘Who’s Eris?’

Oh, gods spare him.

‘Nesta, I—’

‘No,’ she says sharply, ‘actually I don’t care. Tell Cassian I’ll see him later.’

Line dead.

Azriel, breathing a bit heavier than he’d like, places the phone back on its latch very carefully. Waits. One, two, three, four, five. Six. Seven. Eight. Shit.

How can he go back in—well, he can’t just yet, can he—or? He’s going to have to tell Cassian. Poor, poor man. He’ll leave dinner early just for her. Stumble around the city looking for her if she isn’t in her apartment.

Yes. Tell Cassian.

He can do that.

Should he?

What’s the alternative?

Die here in this kitchen? Bash his fucking head against the new marble counter? Wait for Eris to call back?

Azriel slips in through the door and closes it gently. They didn’t wait for him to start serving themselves, but they haven’t started eating. He takes his seat next to Rhys and Elain.

‘All good?’ Cass asks, fork in hand, eyeing up his chicken, salivating like he hasn’t eaten in days, not even sparing him a glance. ‘That guy sounded like a fucking asshole. Never heard an accent like that.’

Those potatoes are calling him. He shrugs, serves himself three, hm, four, and hands them to Elain who thanks him quietly. ‘Just someone from my classes. Wishing me a good Solstice.’

‘Someone who knows the home phone number?’ Rhys. Suspicious. Or curious.

‘No, I—’ take chicken next, Az— ‘sometimes, I use your name, in class.’ Not a lie. ‘He saw it in the phonebook. And yes, he’s an asshole.’

‘Well, if he bothers you again,’ Rhys’ mother says calmly, but firmly, ‘I’ll be happy to give him a few choice words.’

They all smile. ‘Thank you.’ Sweet. ‘He’ll think twice after that I’m sure.’

He won’t. He’ll think it’s funny. Fucking dimples, fucking laugh. Fucking—freckles.

But conversation eased. Crisis? A little one. He needs to tell Cassian. He looks like he’s having fun over there with Feyre. Talking training. Technique. He should go back to the gym. Going soft. Rhys could floor him. Embarrassing; Rhys wears ties. Pull him aside, afterwards when they start drinking the fortified wine from the cellar. Nesta said she’ll see you later. Okay.

Compliments about the food get dished out, and Az has to agree that the stuffing this year is the best they’ve had for a while. Maybe since the time they got snowed in up in the cabin, remember that? Lina was there—she couldn’t make it this year, Rhys? No, she’s somewhere in Montesere. Got a boyfriend apparently. Oh, another one? Watch it. Rhys kicks Cassian under the table. Never know what your sister’s doing these days. She’ll be alright, Ma. I know. I just worry about you kids. They haven’t been up to the cabin for so long. Long gone are the days of snowball fights with Mor.

‘She isn’t coming either, I take it?’ he asks. ‘Mor, I mean?’

Feyre scoffs. ‘Keir’s got her tied up in work until Starfall.’

‘Oh, what a horrid little creature he is.’ Rhys’ mother should slow down on the wine. ‘Why your father ever went into business with him I do not know,’ she grumbles. Money, Az thinks. ‘That for a sire, bless her.’

All of them unlucky there.

Azriel looks over at Cassian again. This time, Cassian catches him. Subtle, he gives a look. Azriel, less so, frowns. Can’t tell you in front of everyone. Telepathically, he must understand. Rhys, of course, catches them in turn.

‘Do we think they’re speaking mind-to-mind or just having a staring contest?’

Cassian laughs. ‘We’re complaining about you, Rhysie. Can smell the three tubs of shoe polish you used from all the way over here.’ And they get into it. Az suddenly remembers to finish his potatoes.

‘Have you spoken to Nesta?’ He hears quietly beside him. Elain. Somehow she always knows. He jabs a potato.

‘She wants to meet Cassian later,’ he tells her, voice lower than a murmur, but she hears it. Always does. Always knows.

A wry smile. ‘Poor guy.’

A small smile of his own returned. ‘Have you not seen her?’

‘She’s never in. Or at least she pretends.’

‘I’m sorry, Elain.’

She waves him off a little, disguising it as a pushing around of food on her plate. ‘She’ll come around. It’s been hard for her. I just wish she and Cassian would… I don’t know. Settle. Or not. Decide one way or the other.’ Then a wince. ‘That feels like an awful thing to say. It’s hardly my business. I wouldn’t want her saying anything about me.’

He snaps his gaze towards her too heavily. ‘You and who?’ he asks. Tries to sound soft.

‘Oh—! I—I suppose I haven’t mentioned it, with you being away. No, I met someone. He came in for flowers one day and… anyway. He’s nice.’

‘But not here for Solstice.’

She shakes her head. ‘He doesn’t celebrate. He’s, uh, actually he’s one of Feyre’s friends. They studied down in Spring together.’

He tuts. ‘And she still speaks to him?’

‘Like I say, he’s nice.’

A silence settles between them. Too hefty to name.

‘I’m happy for you.’

Another soft, soft smile. She pats his hand. He stiffens.

‘You’ll get there, Az. These things have a funny way of finding us.’

*

One, two, three, four… Eris stamps out the fifth under a polished shoe on his mother’s back porch. And she said she was quitting. He debates it, then decides it doesn’t matter much anyway, and rolls another, thinking about the dimples on the back of Azriel’s shoulders when he flexes, and how he’ll need to wash his hair in the morning to get the smell of smoke out of it.

It’s all quiet out here—three-in-the-morning so why wouldn’t it be?—and he has only the chill in the air for company. It’s fine. Better than his brothers, some of them out in the town, probably not coming back until morning, afternoon, the whole day is perhaps preferable, some of them asleep. Lucien asleep. Because he doesn’t go out anymore. Some mystery girl he’s so cagey about. After Jesminda, he can hardly blame him.

The thought makes his next drag taste sour. It’s all fucking sour. Am I not allowed to care about you? Bitterer still.

The back door opens and shuts behind him.

‘I thought you were quitting.’

He glances back, but his mother is already sitting down next to him.

‘That makes two of us, doesn’t it?’ he says, handing over his lighter.

Like this, they could be friends. Just sixteen years between them. Just sixteen when he found her here the first time, fag hanging, an indictment, from her mouth. Tastes like it did back then, the whole thing; very, very sour.

‘Your father—’

‘Please, let’s not.’

She puffs smoke out into the dark shadow of the night, wisps of foul breath swirling. ‘I was only going to say that the doctors—’

Eris shoots her a look. ‘I don’t want to know.’

If he dies, Eris will learn of it. Until then, his father’s health means nothing to him. Cancer. Colon. Yes, sounds about right for him. The company board are hungry to replace him anyway, even if he recovers, and Eris knows they will pick him. For a stake. He hasn’t even graduated. Fuck. He takes a long, long drag, and presses the palms of his hands against his eyes and wills it to rid him of his three-day-long headache.

Someone else’s mother would comfort him now. A hand on the shoulder. A maternal word or two. Know some implicit way to try and help him like mothers do. His just keeps smoking, because she’s smarter than most people’s mothers. Of course, she’s also hardly his mother. Genetics. Hair. Jawline. Eye shape. Disposition for bad decisions. Bad choices of partner, that’s all.

‘What’s troubling you, Eris?’ But not that fucking smart, apparently. ‘Haven’t seen you in a mood like this for a while.’

He scoffs. ‘You haven’t seen me in a while, full stop.’

‘Well,’ she says, coughing a little, as though it were something that would catch her off-guard and not the truth, ‘whose fault is that?’

Eris just huffs a laugh. No. Barely a mother. Just a woman unlucky enough to be married to his father and have his children. ‘You live in the middle of nowhere, so.’

‘You used to be more creative with your excuses. I still remember when you—’

He squeezes his eyes shut very tightly so that he can hear it in his skull. ‘We don’t have to go down memory lane. Why are you up?’

He doesn’t really care, he just doesn’t want to talk about himself. Or anything.

‘I don’t sleep so well these days.’

‘Oh? Helion not knocking it out of you enough?’

‘That’s disgusting, Eris.’

He really wishes he’d just gone out somewhere to smoke. To drink. Or that he was back at university, fucking holidays, holed up in his room and reading case studies. Thinking about Criminal Procedure and pissing off his classmates by being right all the time. Thinking about whether Azriel is going to inconspicuously hang about outside his own class—something about the Federal Courts—so he can drag him to the library or take him to the green where he can look ridiculous and sun himself while Eris actually does work. Just, he wishes he were only thinking about Azriel, actually. Azriel is so much simpler than the rest. Sounds like an insult. Maybe it is.

He’d laugh, but Azriel doesn’t really laugh. He… smirks, turns up his lips, not a smile, but his eyes go bright, some shade of hazel, and Eris can tell.

Then he starts thinking about how completely fucked he is.

Of all people, some pretty Illyrian who piped up to bite his head off about the ethics of sectioning in the middle of a debate. Practically had him by the throat. Could’ve been anyone. But it’s not.

Headache tenfold.

Am I not allowed to care about you?

Gods above.

‘Who is she then? Important enough to leave dinner for.’ He snaps to look at his mother, who’s watching him with a half-smile. ‘It’s always a girl with you.’

It isn’t. It’s never been a girl with him, has it? That’s half the fucking problem.

‘That isn’t your concern,’ he tells her, finishing his cigarette. Stamping it out. Number six.

‘I’m your mother, Eris, of course it is.’

A wry smile. He stands, his joints stiff from sitting still so long. An hour, at least. ‘Goodnight.’

Her parting gift is one she’s given before. He can mouth the words along with the exact cadence that it leaves her. She likes to know things only when she knows Eris keeps them from her—ash in his throat. ‘You always were a spiteful boy, you know that?’

His hand stills on the door handle. He glances back at her, cigarette burning down between her slender fingers. Yes, that too they share. Pianist’s fingers.

Maybe she should have been a pianist and not a mother.

Maybe doesn’t fucking cut it. So sick of not knowing. Of vaguery. Of patience—is he even gay? Gods take his fucking headache.

‘Finally,’ he says to her, ‘there’s something you and father can agree on.’

And the dark look that comes across her face is so satisfying that it shakes the weight in his chest off for a moment. Just one, tiny, blissful moment.

She sucks on the cigarette like it’s the only thing she cares for. ‘You’re going to the gala tomorrow.’

How quickly she can move on.

‘So that’s why you came out here. Don’t ask me to play messenger,’ he spits.

‘Helion—’

‘Helion visits every weekend if you’ll hear Lucien tell it. Sometimes more.’

She scoffs. That too a commonality. ‘What would Lucien know? Like the rest of you, he’s never here.’

Eris laughs, because it is funny, really. ‘Hm, like father, like son,’ he says.

‘Careful.’ As though they aren’t all so careful already. Then she softens. ‘Just—send him my love, will you do that for me at least?’

His hand tightens around the door handle. ‘Call him yourself,’ he says. ‘I’m not a fucking errand boy.’

‘Like I say, spiteful.’ And she turns away, staring out into the trees which line the back of the garden.

Eris makes sure to slam the back door behind him, kicks at the kitchen island as he rounds it when he remembers she still has his lighter, and stews up every step to his bedroom where the wallpaper is still covered in silly drawings of dogs, painted by her hand.

Am I not allowed to care about you?

All night long.

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For now, I give you more messy Azris art in a modern setting because I love a good Modern Azris AU.

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@talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot  @fieldofdaisiies  @skyesayshi @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee  @yams-77 @ninthcircleofprythian  @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds  @yourlazykitkat  @shadowsandlint @acourtofbatboydreams  @mistandmemories @chairofchaos  @brunetterebel010 @astro-h0e-4azris @queercontrarian  @molcat07 @baileybird71  @stargazingmellon @hornysadfrog @ejkreader  @thesourcabbage  @tessville @jolenes-library @betweenthelines888 @irithiadourden @theiudices @werehorsebite  @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @fourteentrout @frostystarlight  @nus4yy @ysmtttty   @lizzo78 @vanserreneity @krowiathemythologynerd @alexof90s  @snugglesandsmut @clarranam  @plumita-d-la-sangre @wrraccountant  @theeternalstruggle  @hieragalbatorixdottir  @g00seg1rl 

[chunkypossum]

Art created by our wonderful @thesourcabbage !!! Follow, like and share the shit out of her work because she is incredible. The delicious Azris you’ve given us over the years deserves the highest praise. This is no exception. I’m in love!!!

A gift commissioned by me for @the-darkestminds and her series He Comes at Night ….horribly heartbreaking like all her best stuff is! Another kismet encounter that this is the story Cabbage picked to draw and it fits perfectly with today’s theme.

Julia!!!! Thank you for being a part of this community and for everything you've done to keep it alive. Seeing all that you have given Azris and the Azris freaks constantly inspires me. You are a master of breaking hearts in the most artistic ways. Everything you make speaks to me in a way no one else's work can. It satisfies my whumpiest cravings! I hope creation, no matter the form it takes, is nothing but a joy for you from now until forever!

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train:

@talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot @fieldofdaisiies @skyesayshi @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @yams-77 @ninthcircleofprythian @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @yourlazykitkat @shadowsandlint @acourtofbatboydreams @mistandmemories @chairofchaos @brunetterebel010 @astro-h0e-4azris @queercontrarian @molcat07 @baileybird71 @stargazingmellon @hornysadfrog @ejkreader @thesourcabbage @tessville @jolenes-library @betweenthelines888 @irithiadourden @theiudices @werehorsebite @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @fourteentrout @frostystarlight @nus4yy @ysmtttty @lizzo78 @vanserreneity @krowiathemythologynerd @alexof90s @snugglesandsmut @clarranam @disney-acotar-hp @wrraccountant @theeternalstruggle @hieragalbatorixdottir @g00seg1rl

[thesourcabbage]

Thank you SO MUCH @chunkypossum for organizing this. Appreciating community members by engaging with other community members?? Chef's kiss. Utterly brilliant.

I was so, so, so excited when I found out I was going to draw something for @the-darkestminds. Prior to us ever talking with one another, I'd stumbled upon He Comes at Night as one of my first Azris fics ever. This fic left me crying and horny at 2AM. I'd never experienced that before. I remember staring at the ceiling of my room being like "Is this Azris???" hahaha But to me, this fic is a core memory for me. It is a core facet of Azris fanfiction: desire, heartbreak, and a bitter grief. You capture that perfectly, Julia. In fact, I'd argue you helped to form it as a fundamental facet of the fandom. So thank you for writing your truth. Thank you for helping to make this community thrive--putting blood, sweat, and tears into helping us connect. And lastly, thank you for being such a wonderful person and friend. I feel so lucky to get to know you as a fellow creative, as a community leader, and as a dear friend.

Lastly, how could I not give love to our most precious @chunkypossum. Your angst is like a sister thread to Julia's. Your writing is beautiful, strong, and gut-wrenching in a powerful manner. Not only that, your artwork is so peak. God, like literally Neoclassical painting of Azris. I cannot articulate how much I love and respect your artwork. Words fail me. Literally makes the brain spark with joy when I look at your artwork. Beautiful.

Anyways, thank you for letting me glaze you both 😝 You both are wonderful and I'm so glad we get to be in the same community together.

[illyrianbuck]

AZRIS WEEK DAY 3: creature feature

Azriel found a will-o’-the-wisp….doesn’t it remind you of someone…?

@azrisweek

[iftheshoef1tz]

Freedom From the Body

Rating: M

Pairing: Azriel/Eris

Summary: “A boon,” Eris murmurs, and Azriel’s nails pause. They are still against Eris’s stomach, still threats that make Eris’s blood sing. “I would ask a boon of you.”

Written for @azrisweek 2026, Day 4: Dark and Stormy Night.

Notes: Happy Azris Week!! I have been having a hell of a time getting ye olde braine to cooperate, but it suddenly kicked into gear in the last week and I was able to finish this weird little guy. Mild content warning for organ harvesting. (Is it consensual? Yes. Is it sane? Mmm, you decide.)

Title is from The Old Religion by Florence and the Machine. Special thanks to @jules-writes-stories, @yams-77, and @secret-third-thing for looking this over for me.

Eris frames the moon between his hands. It is astonishing how bright it is tonight: he imagines he can pick out the eyebrows of the Man in the Moon. As always, the Man looks surprised. Maybe he is shocked at the company Eris keeps.

“A telescope would work better.”

Azriel’s voice is quiet, velvety, the way it always is. Expectant, too, because they both have been waiting for a clear night and a bright moon for nearly a season.

Read now on ao3!

[chunkypossum]

Art created by our wonderful @thesourcabbage !!! Follow, like and share the shit out of her work because she is incredible. The delicious Azris you’ve given us over the years deserves the highest praise. This is no exception. I’m in love!!!

A gift commissioned by me for @the-darkestminds and her series He Comes at Night ….horribly heartbreaking like all her best stuff is! Another kismet encounter that this is the story Cabbage picked to draw and it fits perfectly with today’s theme.

Julia!!!! Thank you for being a part of this community and for everything you've done to keep it alive. Seeing all that you have given Azris and the Azris freaks constantly inspires me. You are a master of breaking hearts in the most artistic ways. Everything you make speaks to me in a way no one else's work can. It satisfies my whumpiest cravings! I hope creation, no matter the form it takes, is nothing but a joy for you from now until forever!

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train:

@talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot @fieldofdaisiies @skyesayshi @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @yams-77 @ninthcircleofprythian @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @yourlazykitkat @shadowsandlint @acourtofbatboydreams @mistandmemories @chairofchaos @brunetterebel010 @astro-h0e-4azris @queercontrarian @molcat07 @baileybird71 @stargazingmellon @hornysadfrog @ejkreader @thesourcabbage @tessville @jolenes-library @betweenthelines888 @irithiadourden @theiudices @werehorsebite @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @fourteentrout @frostystarlight @nus4yy @ysmtttty @lizzo78 @vanserreneity @krowiathemythologynerd @alexof90s @snugglesandsmut @clarranam @disney-acotar-hp @wrraccountant @theeternalstruggle @hieragalbatorixdottir @g00seg1rl

[astro-h0e-4azris]

[astro-h0e-4azris]

MISS YOU

LITTLE BABY ANON!!!! I didn't see you there!

COME HERE AND SIT ON MY FACE!

I mean-

COME HERE AND SAY THIS TO MY FACE!

AND THEN SIT ON MY FACE!

WHY ARE YOU HIDING BABY GIRL?

COME HITHER

AND SLITHER

INTO MY DMS

I LOVE YOU.

PS. WE SHOULD PROBS BE TOGETHER NOW ❤️💍

[astro-h0e-4azris]

Your reblog tags of my dancing azris made my day 😭 thank you so much, ily ❤️

HoRney (instead of Honey haha 🤭), your dancing azris made my fkng LIFE! ARE YOU KIDDING?? No, thank YOU so much, you gifted, generous, gorgeous grown up tadpole 😊❤️❤️🐸

[bloodyplunder]

Day 2 Slice of Life

Lil treat for a good boy🐕

Lmk if you want on or off the tag train babes 💋@chunkypossum @jules-writes-stories @mistandmemories @g00seg1rl @irithiadourden @the-darkestminds @thesourcabbage @aleksandra25cracow @futurehunt @molcat07 @buffy-vanserra @fourteentrout @tessville @amalhe-koffee @rentfreeatticsquirrel @pippsmcgee @donnadiddadog @stargazingmellon @iftheshoef1tz @ejkreader @jolenes-library @shadowsandlint @brunetterebel010 @werehorsebite @sharkpotato @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @talibunny30 @amalhe-koffee @vnfadinglight @wovendreamscapes @hansodax @3xolara @murdershecawed @nus4y @limeandorange @tinyy-jj @gooseyjossip

[hornysadfrog]

Slice of life

For @azrisweek day 2 ❤️‍🔥

taglist:

@shadowsandlint @thesourcabbage @g00seg1rl @nus4y @ysmtttty @jules-writes-stories @plumita-d-la-sangre @olenvasynyt @werehorsebite @talibunny30 @lizzo78 @unanswered-stars @pippsmcgee @astro-h0e-4azris @ejkreader @fourteentrout @futurehunt @jir67 @the-darkestminds @stargazingmellon @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @clarranam @wrraccountant @iftheshoef1tz @theiudices @irithiadourden @chunkypossum @vanserreneity @mistandmemories @mudandmire @molcat07 @bigamrenfan @frostystarlight @brunetterebel010 @tessville @bloodyplunder @born-to-riot @jolenes-library @vnfadinglight @azrielsdaggerpolisher

[skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees]

Who Will Hold Me?

Five years later…

Chapter 32 now on AO3

Inspired by @azrisweek’s day four prompt: Dark and stormy night.

Spoilers below, and if you didn’t read the last chapter after my warnings then make sure you check out chapter 31 first!

Please check content warnings and message if you need spoilers.

CW: 18+, self harm, blood, angst and despair.

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Outside a storm is battering the Forest House and the High Lord finds himself alone as he does every night. Eris has been at his desk for hours. He should have gone to bed long ago but he cannot sleep. Instead he sits and stares into the dying fire and listens to the rain and the wind pelting the roof and windows. Firelight dances across the hearth, ever diminishing as the darkness of the evening encroaches on the room. The shadows play tricks on his eyes, and Eris sighs and hopes, as he always does, that his mate will simply step out of the darkness and erase the distance that years have put between them.

Azriel’s letters are spread out on the desk before him. Eris has read them a hundred times, maybe more. He kept them all, of course. He allows himself this one weakness. The spymaster’s letters are surprisingly eloquent, verbose even, despite the near childlike scrawl of his handwriting. Eris can’t imagine Azriel saying even a fraction of what he wrote out loud. There’s such sincerity on every page that it hurts to look at them.

Eris has never had love letters before, not like this. Some of them are angry tirades, full of expletives, bordering on threatening. Some of them are desperate, pleading. And some of them are beautiful, heartfelt, precious things. Most of the letters came in a flurry in those early months after his ascension, when Eris was trying to run a court while having a mental breakdown. Unable to function and second-guessing himself at every turn, he’d responded only once, desperate and half mad for Azriel to stop. Even as wrecked as he was, he knew then as sure as he knows now that no good could come from further contact.

Azriel’s last letter came four years ago. Eris can recite it without looking.

“...I think I understand now why you did it. And I can’t help but wonder if you’re not doing this to hurt yourself, to deny yourself what you think you don’t deserve. Because I know that you loved me that night. I could see it in your eyes, I could feel it through our bond. And even if your feelings have changed, I love you all the same, and I always will. I’ll wait an eternity if that’s how long it takes you to remember that regardless of who we are, we belong together. Forever yours, A.”

Eris shivers. Even across the space of years, the words still make every hair stand up on the back of his neck. He doesn’t know why tonight he felt the compulsion to look at the letters again. It’s been months since he last tortured himself. As with every letter of Azriel’s, Eris believes every word of it. And yet, and yet…

Full chapter now on AO3

Tag list:

@molcat07 @irithiadourden @ejkreader @nestasgoodside @bloodyplunder @chunkypossum @wrraccountant @talibunny30 @futurehunt @the-starlight-way @alexof90s @shadowsandlint @thesourcabbage @g00seg1rl @nus4y @ysmtttty @jules-writes-stories @plumita-d-la-sangre @olenvasynyt @lizzo78 @unanswered-stars @snugglesandsmut @nightsandflamess @pippsmcgee @astro-h0e-4azris @fourteentrout @futurehunt @jir67 @the-darkestminds @stargazingmellon @makinglongwordsslutty @clarranam @wrraccountant @iftheshoef1tz @irithiadourden @chunkypossum @vanserreneity @mistandmemories @mudandmire @theiudices

[fourteentrout]

Azris Week Day 3: Creature Feature, featuring not only our boys, but the amazing @iftheshoef1tz!

Thank you so much to @chunkypossum for commissioning me to work on a piece that highlights the AMAZING Fitz!

I chose a scene from their fic from their amazing @azrisweek creature feature from a past year, Timshel. Who doesn’t love some accidental knotting?

You can find the full uncensored version here on my bluesky, and i think I’ll also add it to the ao3 collection so that it can be recognized as a work based on Timshel, cause that fic is seriously so beautiful. And I might add some other sketches if I get the chance before the week's done.

Speaking of beautiful, here’s a note from Chunky to Fitz: “You beautiful, fearless, wondrous leader of ours and the first person I think of when I think Azris! You have and continue to do so much for this community that I am speechless. All of the effort you put in is astounding, from the gorgeous fics you write to running this appreciation week! Thank you for being your beautiful, wonderful self and for all you have given us! May you receive 1000 fold all that you have given, and may Azris continue to be a source of joy for you! We couldn't be here today the way we are without you!”

Major ditto to that. Below the cut you’ll find the full piece and my tag list. Let me know if you want on or off!

@baileybird71 @pippsmcgee @molcat07 @amalhe-koffee @secret-third-thing @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @Iftheshoefitz @talibunny30 @g00seg1rl @queercontrarian @buffy-vanserra @vanserraoxygen @ejkreader @wovendreamscapes @chunkypossum @brunetterebel010 @greenvelvetcouture @alexof90s @disney-acotar-hp @wrraccountant @tessville @irithiadourden @bloodyplunder @shadowsandlint @thesourcabbage @futurehunt @nus4yy @donnadiddadog @jolenes-library @frostystarlight @mistandmemories @frominsidethehouse @astro-h0e-4azris