Summary: On their way to the continent to conduct some shady business on Rhysand’s behalf, Eris and Azriel—estranged prophetized-to-be-mates—encounter only one bed with two exhausted bodies.
A/N: Im incredibly late to @sjmromanceweek and ik this isn’t all that romantic of a drabble because it is azris mid enemies stage encountering the one bed scenario lol, pls pardon my slight buffoonery. I will be posting more today (the rhystamcien, which keeps autocorrecting to histamine) and I wrote a tamris piece but.. i ended up incorporating it into my rhystamcien long fic lmao, mb gang, 🧎♀️🪿 enjoy these 500 words my lovely flock 💗🫡
The cosmos were comedically talented to a dire extent.
Fate’s facetious ways resulted in Eris crammed into a dingy room that reeked of stale ale and rotten fish, not a foot away from the overly dramatic aura of Night’s Shadowsinger to boot.
He was stuck between a brooding warrior and what’s certain to be an absurdly uncomfortable mattress—if a plank of wood clad in a thin cotton sheet that’d seen better days before their voyage could even be dubbed such.
“This is wretched, we should’ve found a cave or something.”
”A cave or something? We’re stranded within acres of grasslands, you dense bat.” Eris’s tone personified ire, he was so tired of Azriel’s thoughtless statements.
“Whatever.” He grumbled. Eris wasn’t even sure the male was conscience, his eyelids dimmed and his voice had an automated strain.
“I’ll take the bed.” Eris announced, aiming for finality but Azriel’s bugging eyes proved a fight was incoming.
“You’ll take a fist to the face before that would ever happen, don’t be delirious, dickwad.” Azriel retorted, tone soaked in tired fury He threw out a stiff arm in front of Eris’s chest.
Eris looked down to the corded forearm in his path, wondering if the dumbass would want a sleeve to match his hand. “Move, I’m in no mood to quibble.” Or murder.
“So don’t, and get comfortable on the floor.” Azriel gruffed, a scowl twisting his plush lips as he stared down Eris.
“The floor? I’d sooner fuck my brother, not to imply you’d understand the oddity of that,” he snided.
“Y’know, you spend a lot of time thinking of fucking Cassian, maybe I should do you a favor and let him kn—YOWFUCK!”
Eris knocked the breath from both their lungs as he knocked the Shadowsinger to the scummy planks. “I’d fuck a hole in these floors before one of your kind.” Eris seethed, his hands bracing Azriel’s thrashing, muscled shoulders.
“But your dick may get lost in the cracks!” Azriel warned urgently.
“Your blood is about to get lost in the cracks, you batshit bastard cunt,” Eris’s vision was scarlet, his knuckles whitened by his grip on the male’s shoulders—shoulders that Eris reluctantly recognized to be buffer than any he’d seen.
“Ya’kiss your Father’s boot with that mouth?” Azriel spat.
“And your mother,” Eris returns the vitriol.
Azriel’s eyes widened, he threw his full weight from his shoulder and sent Eris flying onto his back a few feet to the left. Eris and the floor groaned.
Azriel’s form shuffling led Eris to cast a thin wall of flame to gatekeep the shitty excuse of a bed.
“So what, neither of us get to be comfortable?” Azriel muttered after a creaking thump signified his resignation.
“That’s right.” Eris nodded, his pout was sure to forever engrave his face.
Oh fun! Great idea @chunkypossum and thanks for the tags @fourteentrout and @irithiadourden! 100 words is not nearly enough but here, have some soppiness:
They’re the perfect amount of drunk. Hazy, smiling, loose-tongued; deeply in the moment.
“This,” says Eris, tracing Azriel’s clavicle.
“This.” Azriel runs his fingertips over the inside of Eris’s elbow.
“Mmm. Tickles. This.” The line of muscle leading to Azriel’s groin.
“Predictable. This.” The velvet perfection atop Eris’s thigh.
“Rude! This.” The hard hemisphere of wristbone.
“This.” The elegant swoop of ear point.
“Now who’s predictable? This.” Fingers shiver over wingflesh.
Azriel laughs, rolls his darling over onto his back and lies on him, heavy and good.
“All of you. It’s all my favourite.”
“Charmer.”
Mouths meet. Kisses; the real favourites.
No pressure tags if you haven't been already: @talibunny30 @pippsmcgee @theiudices
Thank you @g00seg1rl and @wrraccountant (and anyone else I missed?) for the tag. I couldn't resist and noodled on this during vacation. All the love to @chunkypossum for starting this trend and the poem shoutout 😂 <3
Azris in 100. Write a 100 word Azris Drabble and tag at least one other to keep it going ! Use the tag #azris in 100
Warning: Semi-dub con. You can also check it out on AO3
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There’s a rhythm to the act of stabbing. Azriel knows it: the muscled resistance before flesh yields. Eris’s mouth is the same.
His lips scrunch. He tries to wrench away. But Azriel’s tongue pierces through. A protest gushes forth, then bleeds into whimpers. Jolted muscle goes slack. Azriel cannot help himself—impaling that pliant mouth again and again until those lips lie raw. Open. Swollen. Red.
He admires his aftermath: breathless, long locks mussed, wet mouth slackened, pupils unfocused. This cannot be undone. There is the before and the dangerous after. Yet even so, Eris serves retribution. His lips strike true, and Azriel is doomed.
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Tagging @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @mistandmemories @bloodyplunder for your own short takes :D Lmk if you've already written one!! I'm still trying to catch up on what I've missed lol
thank you to @buffy-vanserra for tagging me in this (and getting me out of a writing slump)! and thank you @chunkypossum for starting the idea <3 no pressure tag for @jon-snows-man-bun because you would slay an azris fic so hard
lowkey smut but honestly i think we can say it's fairly tame, i wrote this in my lunch break lmao. it's also exactly 100 words which feels nice
masterlist with more azris here :)
Azriel x Eris Vanserra | Azris ⚔️
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“How was your day, dear?”
Azriel, pissed off, pent-up, and pressed hard into Eris’ stupid-soft sheets, manages not to whine as he tilts his hips right—fuck… right there…
He grits out an insult. Barely. Eris pulls out and pushes back in so criminally slowly that he has no choice but to clutch at the headboard. The wood creaks. Threatens to splinter.
Eris laughs, lips grazing his earlobe with the whisper of a sneer.
“Rhysand giving you a rough time?”
The feral rumble in Azriel’s throat dies with his dignity as he drags his finger along the edge of his wing.
Big thank you to @g00seg1rl for tagging me in this lovely game (and also for her drabble, as it was a big inspiration for mine, content-wise.......consider this fanfic of her fanfic, if you will), and to @chunkypossum for starting it! I had so much fun whipping something quick up after going through so many editing rounds with my multi-chap post earlier today haha
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Azriel felt the corners of his mouth turn up before he could stop them, secretly glad half his face was hidden by his forearm.
Eyes half-lidded, he watched his own scarred fingers sweep languidly across Eris’ bare skin.
Streaks of power-light welled up in the wake of each stroke, lines of a map that faded before they could converge. Azriel didn't stop at straight lines, delighting in swirls and zig-zags and organic squiggles, patterns Eris wouldn't be caught dead in if they were permanent.
“Having fun there?” A sleepy voice rumbled.
Azriel hummed. “What else is a High Lord for?”
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So excited to see others' drabbles! .......when I'm not on the verge of sleep 😜
No pressure tags (sorry if you've already been tagged and I didn't realize haha): @makinglongwordsslutty @futurehunt @queercontrarian @jolenes-library @greenvelvetcouture and anyone else who wants to participate!
I’m thinking we should stay inside and cuddle with the dogs
2. “Shut up.”
Usually, he means it. But when it’s said during… bedroom activities, Eris Vanserra telling him to shut up usually means : “Your voice turns me on so much that I’ll cum right here and now if you keep talking.”
3. “What are you doing?” (When Azriel is busy doing something. For example, paperwork for Rhysand.)
I’m bored and I need you to give me some attention.
4. “How’s your family doing?”
How’re Nyx and Nesta doing? I couldn’t care less about the other idiots and I’m going to roll my eyes hard if you bring anyone else up.
5. “You look like shit.”
You look as if you haven’t slept in days, and I’m truly worried about you. However, I don’t want you to take my concern as pity, so instead I’m insulting you.
6. “The dogs have missed you.”
I’ve missed you.
7. “Leave me alone.”
Please, stay.
8. “Make me.”
You actually don’t have to make me. I’d willingly do anything you ask me without hesitation. I just want to be an asshole for fun, to test limits. ;)
9. “I’m not tired.” (Bonus when he stifles a yawn)
I haven’t slept more than three hours in a row for days.
10. “I’m starting to get sleepy…” (When they’re both reading on the couch late at night)
Please carry me to bed.
11. “I sleep just fine without you.”
I want you by my side in my bed every night for the rest of my life. I only sleep well if I’m by your side. That’s because I feel protected when you’re around.
12. “Let’s take a bath, you stink.” (When Azriel comes back from a mission)
I want to bathe together so I can undress you and see for myself that you’re not hurt.
13. “I love you.”
So much so that I’d let the world burn if you’d ask me to.
14. “It’s been a long day.”
I want you to serve us some wine and snacks while I tell you all about my shit day.
15. “Please.” (With a snarl)
If you don’t do it, the next step is me biting you.
16. “I’ve been thinking…”
I’ve been plotting this for weeks.
17. “Dance with me.”
Let me be close to you, touch me, and let me touch you.
18. “Fancy a game of chess?”
I want to beat you at chess to feel in control and to boost my confidence.
19. “Guess what I’ve learned today.”
I’m about to gossip/yap your ears out for the next few hours.
20. “This color really suits you...”
I’m about to add twenty more outfits in this color to your wardrobe because you look biteable in it.
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It was an unusually peaceful day in Autumn. Azriel couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t have a headache from the mountain of responsibilities that came with being the High Lord’s consort and Spymaster.
The time of the Autumnal Equinox was drawing near. Around this period, even the most insufferable ministers and advisors tended to shut their mouths—perhaps out of reverence for one of the court’s most important holidays.
Eris had long ago admitted how much he loved the Autumnal Equinox. During the day, there would be a grand ball, largely diplomatic in nature. Representatives from all the courts would be invited to exchange carefully worded blessings for a prosperous year, deliver rehearsed speeches, and then lose themselves in dancing.
But the real tradition began after sunset.
Everyone dressed in costumes and masks, and the streets came alive. Children went door to door asking for treats; adults ensured everything ran smoothly while taking a rare chance to slip back into childhood themselves—donning whatever costume they fancied. That deep chasm between ages and statuses seemed to vanish. Everyone wore select masks. No one looked beneath them.
Azriel had heard about it before, but he’d never seen it for himself until he moved to Autumn.
He knew how much Eris had loved that night as a child, even if he rarely got to take part in it. Azriel sometimes wished he had the magic to return those lost years to Eris—the ones he’d spent locked inside the Forest House instead of celebrating like a normal child.
But now they were here.
Azriel peeked into their chamber and spotted Eris dressed in a bat costume. He raised a brow from the doorway, his expression clearly saying, “Are you serious right now?”
Eris caught his look and grinned whimsically, flapping the wings a few times—and then burst into laughter.
So simple. So carefree. So warm.
His laugh was unrestrained, pure, and sweet as honey.
Azriel felt an ineffable warmth spread through his chest. Love, deep and wordless.
“This isn’t what I’m wearing tonight,” Eris confessed with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I just wanted to see your reaction.”
“You look ridiculous,” Azriel chuckled, stepping closer and pulling him in by the waist.
“And cute.”
“Disgusting,” Eris scrunched his nose in mock offense. “Say that again.”
I wrote this as part of a 5-word prompt game. My first ever drabble!
Azriel steels himself and glances down.
There is a peaceful expression on Eris’s pallid face, one Azriel didn’t see often in their short time together. His eyes are closed, and there’s a stiff, white sheet framing his overly-pronounced collarbones.
He could be sleeping, if not for the too-pale shade of his lips and the dulled sheen of his red hair. It’s as though a veil of gray has been drawn over the world, muting the vibrant colors Azriel has always associated with the male lying before him.
Azriel blinks a few times, hoping to clear it. In a moment, that wicked mouth will split into a sly grin, and Eris will sit up and say something like, Really, Azriel, don’t be so dense. You of all people should know better than to believe everything you see.
Ordinarily, the taunting annoys Azriel, and he once might’ve snapped back, Do you always have to be such a prick?
He wouldn’t now, though. Now, he holds his breath and hopes and hopes and hopes to the gods that Eris will open his amber eyes and say anything at all, no matter how cutting.
Azriel stares down at him, searching for a twitch of a muscle, the flutter of a pulse.
Eris remains still. His skin is fresh snow against the aged wood of the table upon which he rests. There is nothing on his body to suggest the cause of his death, and Azriel isn’t sure whether or not he should be grateful for it.
Carefully, he brings a single scarred finger to the edge of Eris’s jaw, traces it down the bone and ghosts it over his cold, unsmiling lips.
Azriel can count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Eris laugh, and even those had been tempered by the cruel reality of life with Beron as a father. He will never hear his laugh again.
The jarring realization opens a chasm in Azriel’s chest. The grief that hits him then is immense, ineffable, and he thinks he might truly die from it.
Azriel closes his eyes, breathes deeply.
Birds twitter whimsically in the nearby trees just outside. Their song filters in through the open window. It might as well be a portal to a different world, another life, where this unthinkably awful thing has not happened and he does not feel the crushing weight of loss. In a moment, he will wake up and discover it was all a bad dream. Eris will be lying beside him, sleeping soundly.
A chilled breeze kisses his skin. The rough paper sheet shifts, crinkling softly.
Azriel inhales and opens his eyes.
In the end, he selects the cobalt-accented suit for the Burning, because Eris always joked about how lovely it looked with his hair, and Azriel knows exactly where it hangs in their closet. Mostly, though, it’s because it’s Azriel’s favorite.
He wants to see Eris in his color one last time before the pyres are lit.
special shoutout to @mistandmemories who shared the same brain as me for this piece 🤣
