Eris: This isn’t even one of the oldest. In the deeper parts of this forest there are trees older than the Cauldron. They are so tall their crowns block out the sun entirely and nothing can grow other than them, because they’ve evolved to not need sunlight.
Azriel: Really ?
Eris: They look like pillars of stone more than trees. When I was young my mother used to tell me that they used to be the columns that held up the temples of the old gods, before The Mother and faes ever existed.
Azriel: My mother used to say something similar about the Illyrian peaks.
Eris: They’re about the same age. Did you know the Illyrian mountains have trees with root development unlike any other in Prythian ?
A compilation of little vignettes of pranks over time. Not a parody, but this is not a serious fic. No angst or smut, just a few ideas I jotted down over the year that never made it into one-shots.
For Azris Week 2026 - Day 1: Contact
He'd never admit it publicly, but Azriel started it. No one talks about how boring fieldwork is, especially when the High Lord of Night, father of your chosen brother, sends you to the Autumn Court with instructions to discover Beron's latest scheme… and not to come back until you know it.
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6.2k words, 6 chapters, Teen and Up
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My first contribution for @azrisweek 2026, 10k words of ragebaiting and hate sex. Enjoy!
Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra
Rating: Explicit
Chapter Count: 1/2
Current Word Count: 10,114
Summary: Eris’ heart pounded away as he suppressed another laugh, the one bubbling in his chest uncomfortably real. He felt like he was about to drop from a great height, unsure if he would catch on the wind or plummet right into a sea of sharp rocks. “She’s ripe for the picking, Azriel,” Eris continued somewhat ravenously, unblinking. “Young, fresh-faced, dreadfully impressionable. Truly, I’m surprised she wasn’t the first snared into whoring herself out to Illyrian—”
The Autumn Prince was prepared this time, when Azriel launched from his post. His sentence turned into that damning cackle, a strange, foreign sound bursting from his mouth as he grasped Azriel's shoulders, and used the contact to winnow the two of them away.
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Before the High Lords’ meeting could even come to its conclusion, Eris decided that he was certain that Azriel did not actually want to kill him.
He hadn't noticed it right away, too caught up in the force of a war-weathered Illyrian slamming into him, trapping him against the hard floor with strong thighs and unforgiving hands. But when he wasn't keeping an eye out for the volatile once-human parading as a High Lady, and her equally uncontrolled mate, and fending off literal attacks from the insufferable pair, Eris was thinking about that moment. He played it out in his mind like a stage show, imagining the fleeting experience from an outsider’s perspective. Over and over, a thought churning like a storm-whipped river underneath all the while: why didn't he kill me?
“Next time, you won't find so much fortune on your side.”
Eris could practically hear the words and feel the warm breath that came with him, skating over the ridge of his ear as precious air filled his lungs.
Fortune was a funny thing for Azriel to cite as Eris’ savior. Because in that moment, the Shadowsinger was the one who'd had all possible control. Eris had tried to fight, to call on his fire or drive a knee up to buck the Illyrian off of him, but the blue sphere of isolation Azriel had created for them hadn't been enough to separate Eris from the peace wards. Whatever magic Azriel used to tear through them did not transfer over to his victim, and the Prince had found himself entirely at the Shadowsinger’s mercy.
Literal mercy. Azriel hadn't killed him.
No, more than that. Azriel had taken express care not to kill him.
It had been a small detail that slipped away in the chaos of being attacked, but as Eris replayed the moment in his head over and over, the gesture became glaringly obvious.
The back of Eris' head needed no healing after the fact. It held its usual shape, no new divots or lumps, no blood staining his hair even redder, no spot flaring with tender pain when Eris ran his fingers harshly over his scalp.
And if Eris really concentrated, he could remember the feeling of a large warm hand gripping the back of his head, a few fingers curled around his neck to help stabilize it as he was tackled to the ground.
Azriel had slammed Eris into a marble floor, and hadn't even drawn blood.
Fortune. Was it fortune that forced Azriel's hand to protect Eris that way? The Prince thought not.
The notion exhilarated him in a way that he hadn't felt since he’d been spat out of the Mountain. Perhaps it was for this reason that Eris decided to test his theory.
“There will never be anything like you again. Not for me.”
The words were spoken like a promise, but the threat lurking in each sound was a noose around Eris’s neck. They had never been so careless but as secrecy strangled them, their longing only tightened the knots.
Inevitability was at their core,their love and their loss.
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Wary of Beron's growing paranoia and of his letters being intercepted, Eris had established a new communication system featuring his favourite earrings. A clear diamond in Eris's ear lobe meant no special occurrences to report, while the green emerald indicated a short meeting with his liaison was required and the blood-red ruby showed the urgent need to meet with the full inner circle in Hewn City.
However, today the shadow that now permanently resides in Eris's chambers told the shadowsinger about a cobalt blue sapphire stud. What could it mean? Azriel would head to the Forest House to find out.
Happy Azris Week Eve everyone!! Posting a quick writing update before the festivities begin!!
Three Days, Four Nights - Azris | Ch 6/? | Rated E for Extra Spicy
First draft of the finale is at 6%. This last part will take quite a while, and I'm suspecting I'm going to be writing it in fits and starts.
A Taste of Evening Honey - Azris | Ch 6/22 | Rated E for Extra Spicy (though spice will be on the back half)
I've started hearing the siren song of this fic. Work may start soon on this fic.
This feels like somewhat of a nothing-burger update 😂 Honestly, work has been quite hectic, and it's been the primary blocker from me getting more creative work done recently. That being said, I'm letting the winds of inspiration decide which fic to draft next. I think I'll likely get the bite of one of these two in mid-June. We shall need to see.
