#eris/Celeste

[nocasdatsgay]

From the Ashes, The Wildflowers Grow

Chapter 1: Family

Word Count: 2675

CW: IDK a baby? None

Chapter Summary: Eris and his wife, Celeste, hold a family get-together to introduce their new child.

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Waiting in his chambers with his mother, Eris felt the wards break. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and watched the magic simmer. He then watched as they immediately repaired themselves. 

“Your son is here,” he said, with a sigh to his mother. He stood from his chair. “Dramatic as ever.”

Not even a moment later, the doors to the chambers opened. No knock; his brother never knocked. There was a squeal of a female and golden blonde hair rushing to him. 

“Eris,” Elain said, hugging him. Eris took a moment to realize what happened and hug her back. She pulled away and looked towards his mother. She gasped. “Is that the baby?”

“Good to see you Elain,” he said with a slight chuckle. 

She left him quickly with her lilac dress twirling around her feet, and went to the couch his mother occupied. She murmured her greetings and his mother handed her the babe swaddled in a green blanket. Elain sat beside her and he could hear his daughter’s little grunts from being shuffled around.

“Oh Eris, she’s beautiful.”

Eris felt another presence beside him. “Where’s your wife?” 

He looked toward his brother. Eris was surprised to see him in a tunic and trousers, and not in day court attire. Coupled with Elain’s dress that meant they must have come from Spring. 

“She’s napping. I’d rather not wake her. She refuses to rest. So when she does, I don’t disturb her.”

“Sounds like Celeste.” Lucien walked over to his mate. 

“You know you can't keep breaking the wards, Lucien.” Eris crossed his arms. “You’ll start a war because you’re too lazy to walk in.”

“I keep telling him that,” Elain said. “But he doesn’t listen.”

Lucien himself replied by dismissively waving a hand and giving his mother a hug. He then peered down at the bundle in Elain’s arms. “Oh thank the cauldron, she looks like her mother.”

“Careful,” Eris frowned. His mother didn’t suppress her laugh. 

Lucien only smiled at him. “Have you named her yet?” 

Eris didn’t answer him. He heard familiar footsteps to his right and tried not to scowl as his wife rounded the corner. She had changed into a red knit sweater and brown trousers. He was at least happy she didn’t feel the need to put on something more formal. Her brown hair looked hurriedly put into a bun, loose strands framing her face. The dark rings were still under her eyes. He wanted to tell her to go back to bed but he knew not to argue in front of family. She gave them all a smile and Lucien walked over to her to hug her. 

“I was just telling your husband what a blessing your child looks just like you,” he teased. 

“I heard,” she replied with a little yawn. “But she does have his hair.” 

“She’s beautiful, Celeste.” Elain told her with a smile. 

Celeste said her thanks while Lucien stepped back and looked her over. Eris glared but didn’t say anything. He knew it was ridiculous, but he refused to feel guilty for being jealous and protective. Even if they’d been married for nearly a century. 

Lucien frowned, “Eris was right, you still need rest. You look absolutely terrible.”

“Lucien,”  his mother hissed from the couch. 

Eris didn’t bother to cut his eyes to his brother. Celeste smacked him on the arm for the both of them. Eris chuckled when he saw Elain, still holding the babe, glared over for a brief moment before schooling her features. 

“Elain, come get your mate,” she laughed. “It’s been over a week. I’m fine.”

“She refuses to let me help,” Eris interjected. Celeste rolled her eyes. “It’s the truth. I practically have to steal my own child to bond with her.” 

“Now that is a lie if I ever heard one,” Celeste came over and took his hand. “If I’m not holding her, he is. Edith said it would spoiler her.”

“Nonsense,” his mother replied. “She’s always said that. What she didn’t tell you is when she was my healer, she coddled every single one of my boys.” 

Celeste grinned. “I think she says it mostly because Eris also takes her to all his meetings even if she’s sleeping.” 

He brought her hand up and kissed the tops of her knuckles. He held her gaze tightly. “How can I not? I love to show off your work.”

Lucien made a gagging noise. “Please get a room.” 

“These are our rooms,” Celeste replied. 

Eris pulled her to him and kissed her cheek, then her lips. He was very pleased with the way she hummed in response, kissing him back. 

“Disgusting,” Lucien grumbled. 

Elain, ever the polite one, changed the topic. “Did you name her?” 

Celeste pulled away, and turned towards her. “We have.” She looked back at Eris. 

She asked him a silent question and he nodded. He saw the brief sadness in her eyes and he gripped her hand tight. He knew it would be hard for her, especially with Lucien present, but he stood by her decision when she asked before the baby was born. 

He watched her look over to Lucien. Her voice cracked a little when she said, “Her name is Andrea.” 

Realization washed over Lucien and his eyes widened. He looked to Eris but Eris only shrugged. Their mother, who had been watching quietly, stood and went to Lucien, squeezing his arm. Elain looked confused. 

“That’s a lovely name,” their mother replied. 

Celeste let go of Eris’s hand and she went to Elain to retrieve their child. “She’s named after Andras,” she said softly to her. “He was a dear friend,” she turned to Lucien. “A very dear friend to the both of us back in Spring. He gave his life for us to be free. I wanted to honor him.” 

Lucien was still eyeing Eris. “And you’re fine with that?” 

Eris glowered. “She could have named her Tamlin and I would be fine with it. Truly Lucien, that’s the first comment you want to make?” 

Celeste thankfully took no offense and laughed. “Would you let me name your child after my former high lord?” 

Eris bristled a little at the reminder. “You labored for two days, as long as it wasn’t Morrigan I was fine with anything.” He swore he heard Elain snort at that remark. 

Lucien nodded and looked him over with a grin. “Just checking. You are the jealous type. But I should have guessed Celeste gets whatever she wants.”

Eris only looked to his beautiful wife again, holding their child. He didn’t bother to change his expression into something other than the adoration he felt. “You say that as if it’s a terrible problem to have.” 

Another knock came to the door. His other brothers, Piran, Asher, and Cillian filed into the room; followed by Celeste’s mother. 

“These three were loitering in the halls,” she stated with great humor before curtsying towards Lucien, Elain, and his mother. “Something about how my daughter’s husband would murder them if they woke her.” 

Eris didn’t hide his grin. “I can’t fathom where they heard such an outlandish story.”

“Eris,” Celeste shuffled the babe in her arms so she could smack his arm gently. 

“It was kinder for me to kill them if they woke you than to let them suffer your wrath.” Eris retorted. “Everyone in this room knows you’re a monster to wake up.” 

Celeste scoffed, dramatically looked very offended. “You wound me deeply.”

Piran stepped around them to greet Lucien and Elain. “Good to see you both.” He turned his head to Lucien. “You keep breaking the wards, Lucien and I’m going to have you banned from Autumn again.”

“I repaired them, didn’t I?” Lucien replied. 

“Boys,” their mother said with a tone of warning. “Lucien, promise to your brothers you will stop breaking the wards.” 

“You treat me as if I’m a youngling.” He rolled his eyes. 

Asher spoke up from near the door. “That’s because you act like one.” 

Everyone laughed, including Elain, which made Lucien scowl. She finally cut him a look and he replied. “Fine, I promise I won’t break the wards again.” 

Cillian said from beside Asher, “this room is a bit crowded. We came to fetch you all.” 

They all filed out the chamber and Eris took Andrea from his wife. He still wasn’t used to it; holding the little being the cauldron blessed them with. She was still so new to the world, for any stark features to truly stand out other than the red hair, pale skin, and her blue eyes. Her little face scrunched as she settled in his arms while he walked down the hall. He smiled down at her for a moment and glanced at his wife walking beside him. He’d probably never understand what he’d done to earn this kind of happiness. 

They all reached the conference room that was refurbished as a sitting lounge several decades ago. Once Andrea was placed in the cradle, he sat with his brothers to continue talking. Even Lucien joined them. Eris would never admit how much that meant to him. His mother and Celeste’s mother were off to one side chatting. They offered to sit close to the cradle to keep an eye on the baby. Elain and Celeste went to the far side of the room. Eris could hear his wife talking, catching bits of gossip from Spring and how Elain was bullying the Tamlin into letting her redo the flowerbeds during her visits. He did catch the shift in Elain’s tone that had him worried for only a moment. 

“I started that book you sent me. You are just as terrible as my sister,” Elain said. He could see the blush on her face from his seat. “You did not warn me about chapter 33. You told me it wasn’t that bad.”

Celeste laughed loudly. “It’s not! But if that made you blush, then skip 40. It’s nothing but-” 

He instantly knew exactly what they were discussing and immediately blocked them out. His wife’s reading habits was something he decided a long time ago was none of his business. He glanced over and his gaze caught Lucien’s. Apparently he was doing the same thing, from the look he shared. Eris bit back his laugh and focused on what his other brothers were saying. It wasn’t long before a knock came to the door, stifling the conversations in the room.

Rowen, the captain of the guard, poked his head in. “Lord Helion is here. Shall I escort him in?”

Eris looked at his brothers. Unspoken words were exchanged between them with a look and Eris stood. 

“I’ll go.” When he got to the door, he looked at Rowen and nodded to the room. “Go in and visit.” 

Rowen looked at him skeptically. He ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. “Are you sure?” 

“You’re family, aren’t you?” He patted his friend’s shoulder. “Go meet the baby. You haven’t even seen her yet.” 

Eris understood his hesitation. Rowen was a good leader but very reserved. Asher was always the more outgoing one and Rowen gladly let his husband take on those responsibilities. He watched Rowen stare into the room for a moment. He then gave Eris a nod and went through the door. He took a shortcut to the main hall and found Helion waiting near the front entrance.

“Afternoon Helion.” His greeting was short. Even after all the time that passed, their relationship was still complicated. 

“Eris.” Helion gave a little nod. “Apologies for running late. Congratulations. I know your mother is excited to have a new youngling around.”

As if summoned, footsteps echoed in the hall. Eris turned to see his mother and wife walking towards them, his wife holding their daughter.

“You look well.” Helion said to Celeste as they approached. 

Celeste scoffed. “Don’t flatter me, Helion. Lucien’s already told me I look worse for wear.” 

He frowned. “Did he?” 

Eris replied with a little pride, “she handled it.” 

Helion cut his eyes to Eris’s mother, who nodded. He looked back to Celeste. “You look like you have a new babe keeping you up at night, but that’s expected. All that considered, you do look well.”

“Eris helps.” Celeste readjusted the baby resting in her arms. “Would you like to hold her? Her name is Andrea.” 

Helion nodded and Celeste handed her over to him. He grinned as he took her, part of the blanket falling to the side as she squirmed in his hands. She seemed more awake, her legs shuffling under the white gown they’d dressed her in. Helion cooed a greeting to her and Eris could see her yawn. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” His mother sighed and leaned onto Helion’s arm. 

Watching them awe over his child made Eris wonder if somehow, in another life, that would have been how they looked at their own babe. Would that have been how they looked at Lucien? How they would have looked at him? He must have let his emotions show. Celeste slipped her arm around his and took his hand. She weaved her fingers around his own and she squeezed gently. With a blink, he squeezed back. 

The moment didn’t last for long, however. Eris knew instantly by the quick little movements his daughter was making that she was about to start screaming. As if on cue, her face scrunched up. Celeste moved first, holding out her arms as Andrea let out a little cry. Helion thankfully wasn’t offended, letting out a soft chuckle. 

“And she’s hungry,” Celeste quickly took the wailing babe. She held her close and looked at Eris.  “I’m going to feed her and drag out Elain. I left her alone talking with my mother and she was trying to needle out of Elain her cinnamon bread recipe,” she added, making a face. 

“I’ll go with you.” His mother told Celeste and stood on her toes to kiss Helion on the cheek. 

Eris caught her gaze for a brief moment. He knew she was leaving them alone on purpose. He didn’t hide annoyance on his face. His mother flashed her eyes in a way that told him to behave. Eris crossed his arms. He and Helion turned to watch them retreat for a moment. Eris could taste the awkward silence hanging between them. 

Helion finally turned to Eris. “You know you’re welcome at my court, Eris.” Eris could only nod. “I do mean that. Next time Celeste visits, you should join her. I know your mother wants to see more of you. Especially with the baby-“ 

“I am aware.” Eris finally snapped back. He said it more harsher than he intended to. Helion frowned and Eris continued. “What I mean is, when Andrea is old enough to handle winnowing, I will send notice.”

That softened the Day High Lord’s demeanor. “There is a lot of bad blood between us. I’m not asking for a miracle; I’m merely asking to start making amends. We are family.” 

Eris nodded again. He knew he needed to try harder. It had been over a century. He was at least trying. Even if it pained him. 

Helion didn’t let the silence lapse for long. “I spoke with your mother and we both agreed there will be Pegasus waiting for her when she’s old enough.” 

“That’s hardly necessary,” Eris replied, taken aback. 

Helion shrugged, wearing a smirk eerily similar to Lucien’s. “So was giving us two smoke hounds as a mating present.” 

Eris rolled his eyes. “Again, hardly. Aspen and Jora missed my mother dearly.” 

Helion didn’t seem to buy it but also didn’t further argue. “Shall we?” He asked, looking toward the hall. 

“Of course,” Eris nodded. 

He told himself one day he would be used to the family he made and acquired, just like he had gotten used to the peace. For the time being, he would try to enjoy it for what it was and accept the happiness the cauldron and Mother granted him.

[queercontrarian]

Eris Week OC Project: Celeste

Celeste is an OC created by @nocasdatsgay. She features in From The Ashes the Wild Flowers Will Grow.

She's a Spring Court native, gentle and playfully teasing. She worries a lot about Eris when Beron is still alive but is not above being passive agressive when someone angers her.

@erisweekofficial

[lomahdu]

A court of blood and fire

Chapter 1

☀︎—pairings:eris!vanserra x oc character

☀︎—warnings:mention of death and cannibalism

☀︎—status:ongoing

☀︎—Lena’s Note: So, I want to say that I read ACOTAR a long time ago, and I don’t quite remember everything. Most of this fanfic is going to be my creation, and I’m not going to follow SJM’s plot. Many things are going to be different from the actual books. I also wanted to say that this is a DARK fanfic. The OC is a literal serial killer, so if you don’t like that, you can skip. I’ve read a lot of dark romance, so this fanfic is going to be pretty twisted.Did i forget to mention that our OC is cannibal?Enjoy if you can babes

Third person POV:

Three Witches

Three witches went into the manor in the mortal lands, where they found not only the darkness of the night court but also the madness. Two of the witches lost their minds entirely, while the third suffered a literal meltdown of her brain—quite literally. All of them had attempted to break the curse on Vassa, yet every effort ended in failure. Still, Vassa knew that there was no other option but to try again. She made another attempt, only to be met with disappointment, a result that was far from encouraging.

At that very moment, the fourth blonde witch sat on the floor, surrounded by an circle of herbs, flickering candles, and a massive leather grimoire filled with ancient spells— given to her by Rhysand. Nearby, Azriel lingered in the shadows, his sharp gaze fixed on the witch. He had never had a good experience with witches; in fact, it had always been the opposite.

After the witches’ failure, Jurian could no longer hold back his frustration. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto the black leather couch in the night court.They sent away the witch

“These are witches. Why can’t they break this damn curse?” he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Vassa snapped back, “Why are you so tense? I’m the one who has to transform into a firebird at dawn, not you!”

Jurian’s tone grew more sarcastic as he replied, “I’m not sure you see the bigger picture, Your Majesty. We’re all just here, watching a bunch of witches fail to lift your curse, and—”

Before he could finish, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension. Rhysand, “Enough.” The tone in Rhysand voice made it clear he was utterly fed up with these childish fights.

About ten minutes later, when the heated atmosphere had somewhat calmed, Jurian stepped closer to the Inner Circle and said in a lowered tone, “Can we talk?” He cast a meaningful glance at his ginger friends. “Alone.”

Vassa began to protest, “If you have something to say, say it in front of everyone—” but the one-eyed, red-haired faye cut in, guiding her out of the room .

Once the chamber was quiet again, only Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Mor, Nesta, Feyre, and Jurian remained. The mood was tense, each person lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Jurian directed his attention toward Azriel, his eyes questioning as he asked, “And your sister?”

At the mere mention of that word, Azriel’s jaw tightened and the shadows around him seemed to writhe in silent protest. The two Archeron sisters present—Feyre and Nesta—exchanged wide-eyed, shocked glances.

“Excuse me?” Azriel replied in a low, measured tone that barely concealed a surge of anger. His silence said more than words ever could.

Mor, unable to hold back, muttered under her breath, “More like a bloodthirsty, vicious bitch…”

Nesta, tapping her fingernail impatiently on the table, asked, “I didn't know you had a sister.Who is this sister of yours that everyone seems to despise so much?”

Cassian shrugged dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. No one’s going to wake her up.” His tone carried both resignation and bitterness.

Feyre, visibly confused and desperate for clarity, pleaded, “I’m really lost here. Please, someone explain.” Her eyes darted among Azriel, Cassian, and Mor, seeking an answer.

Rhysand leaned forward,. “His sister has been locked away in a tomb for 504 years. That’s where she’s meant to remain.” His words brooked no argument, and Azriel, still shrouded in darkness, said nothing.It was clear that he didn't hate his sister like the other .

Before Feyre could ask another question, Jurian’s voice cut in sharply, “You all gave your word to help Vassa, and I expect you to honor it. I don’t remember Celeste being as bloodthirsty or ruthless as all of you and those stories are making her out to be.”

Cassian sneered bitterly, “Maybe because you weren’t there when she lost her mind and gutted out fifty Illyrian soldiers.” His words, laced with anger , hinted at a painful past.

Nesta’s voice turned mocking as she added, “You mean Celeste—the one from those old fairy tales, the one mothers used to scare their children into eating their vegetables? The mermaid Celeste?” Her sarcasm cut through the room like a sharp blade. In response, Rhysand shot her a venomous, almost threatening glare that silenced any further mockery.

In a bitter tone, Mor finally said, “She wasn’t a mermaid. She was a siren.” Her eyes drifted away as if lost in memories of times long gone.

"It's the same thing" Nesta stated

"Mermaid are not as they are in the story books they are dark cruel creatures who only wait to lure and eat someone" Morrigan replied to the beautiful face of death.

"Even if we wake her, she'd still need—" Azriel's voice trailed off as he reluctantly spoke of his sister. But before he could finish, Rhysand's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"We are not waking her up. Not now, not ever," Rhysand declared with finality, his tone leaving no room for debate. "End of the argument."

"At least think about it, Rhysand. You gave your word, and that tattoo on your wrist is living proof of it," Jurian said, pointing his chin toward the tattoo that marked the bargain between the high lord and Vassa. "We all know what happens when a promise sealed with a tattoo is broken." With that, Jurian turned and walked out the door.

Rhysand swallowed hard and exchanged a grave look with the inner circle. If he failed to honor the promise, both he and Feyre were fucked. He shouldn’t have made that promise to Vasa, but now it was too late.

“Azriel, tonight you will go to the tomb and speak with her,” Risand ordered. Azriel was the only one who could enter the tomb and speak with his sister without being torn apart.She didn't really get along with the inner circle-like at all.

Feyre turned to her mate. "Wait, Rhys, from what you all just said and from all the stories we've heard... I don't think this is a good idea," she said, concern knitting her brow.

They all knew the tale of the witch. It was said that 500 years ago, a 16-year-old girl brutally killed her two brothers and her father in their home. She had gone mad-and drowned herself so deeply in magic that she created a new kind of dark magic-black magic. The legends spoke of her biological mother being a siren, and how sirens reach their full potential at 18—gaining the ability to control both mind and body. But being a siren wasn't a blessing-it was a curse.

Sirens had to feed on flesh— preferably while their prey was still alive, struggling to escape. They lured their victims in with their unreal beauty, but if they went too long without feeding, they transformed into hideous monsters from the depths of the ocean-twisted, repulsive creatures beyond nightmares.

“It isn’t a good idea—no, not at all—but it’s either that or you and I die, dear Feyre, so I have no other choice,” Rhysand replied grimly.

Cassian's eyes darkened. "You're signing the death sentence of at least 100 people, brother," he said. "After 500 years of starving, how many do you think she'll eat before she looks more like something other than a pile of rotting skin and bones?" His voice was grim, unyielding. "Probably more than 100," he finished, his tone sharp.

Rhysand's answer came quickly, no hesitation in his words. "Better to sign their death sentence than ours."

It was clear now. The decision had been made. They would free her.

tags:@seassttar

☀︎—Lena’s Note, Again:Okay, guys, I don’t know what I just wrote—it looked better in my head, but whatever. I hope it’s not cringe, and don’t judge me too harshly (actually, please do—I need to know what I have to work on).This is kinda short, but I wanted to introduce you to the sirena-witch thing and a little bit of her powers. What’s your opinion on the stories about Celeste? She kinda sounds like a crazy bitch, but don’t worry—she’s really fun, and I honestly love her.Pls drop your opinions in the comments.Bye!

[infernalembrace]

I love Celeste because she is one of my OCs that is deeply, DEEPLY flawed however she is somewhat unique in that she is flawed in a way that makes others not perceive her as a bad person. I think very deeply about people’s perception of what a ‘flawed’ character is and mostly it is just people only thinking of characters with flaws that harm OTHERS. Celeste’s flaws harm HERSELF the most. She is naive, she is too trusting and easily attaches to the wrong people. She constantly gets herself into bad situations and never learns from her mistakes due to blindly trusting others and wanting to always see the good in people. She struggles with intense feelings of guilt and shame and she can be easily manipulated by people she loves. IDK I always felt this would be an interesting type of character for a Salubri in the Sabbat. Celeste moreso embodies clan Salubri BEFORE their decimation by the Tremere (whereas almost every other Salubri antitribu is… well just read the lore lol.)

Celeste is a person with a lot of trauma around who they are and what they are and where they come from. When she feels that she ‘belongs’ somewhere or ‘belongs’ with someone, she sticks to it even if it tries to kill her. Idk ily Celeste <3

[secretsinthevoid]

We don’t wear makeup often, but when we do, Eris always co-fronts or is close by and either hates it or loves it. He doesn’t care about wearing it, it better at least look good and he better feel like the prettiest boy in the world🥰 or he’s removing and redoing it.

-Celeste

[kookablarn]

The Michaelson Family

The Michaelson family continues to expand with 2 more additions to the family! Celeste and Christopher are making their dreams of a big family come true. While Atlas is very focused on himself, Orion wishes to be a good role model to her younger siblings.

Name: Christopher Michaelson Age: Adult Career: Tech Guru (Start-up Entrepreneur Branch) - Dot-Com Pioneer (9) Aspiration: Knowledge (Nerd Brain) Traits:  Geek, Family-Oriented, Art Lover, Morning Sim⭐ Family: Celeste Michaelson (Spouse), Atlas Michaelson (Son), Orion Michaelson (Daughter), Leo Michaelson (Son), Eris Michaelson (Daughter) Friends: Doli Ruano (Friend), Xochitl Luna (Good Friends, Ex-Lover) Lifestyles: Techie Likes: Painting, Rocket Science, Gardening Dislikes: Electronica Music

Name: Celeste Michaelson Age: Adult Career: Tech Guru (Start-up Entrepreneur Branch) - Start-up Genius (10) Aspiration: Family (Big Happy Family) Traits:  Cheerful, Ambitious, Self-Assured, Carefree⭐, Compassionate⭐ Family: Christopher Michaelson (Spouse), Atlas Michaelson (Son), Orion Michaelson (Daughter), Leo Michaelson (Son), Eris Michaelson (Daughter), Sebastian Michaelson (Father) Friends: Ian Robles (Friend) Lifestyles: Techie Likes: Mixology, Programming, Video Gaming, Purple Dislikes: Classical, Yellow

Name: Atlas Michaelson Age: Young Adult Career: Astronaut - Intern (1) Aspiration: Popularity (World-Famous Celebrity) Traits:  Self-Absorbed, Hot-Headed, Self-Assured, Argumentative⭐, Beguiling⭐, High Self-Esteem⭐ Family: Celeste Michaelson (Mother), Christopher Michaelson (Father), Orion Michaelson (Sister), Leo Michaelson (Brother), Eris Michaelson (Sister), Sebastian Michaelson (Grandfather) Friends: Sam Sekemoto (Dislike), Karmine Luna (Good Friends), Kyle Kyleson (Good Friends), Tala Ruano (Friends) Sentiments: Karmine Luna (Crush) Likes: Alternative, Electronica, Hip Hop, White, Black Dislikes: Spooky, Winter Holiday, Kids Radio

Name: Orion Michaelson Age: Teen Career: High School Student (A) Aspiration: Popularity (Neighborhood Confidante) Traits:  Active, Party Animal, Gym Rat⭐ Family: Celeste Michaelson (Mother), Christopher Michaelson (Father), Atlas Michaelson (Brother), Leo Michaelson (Brother), Eris Michaelson (Sister), Sebastian Michaelson (Grandfather) Friends: Tala Ruano (Good Friend) Likes: Alternative, Hip Hop, Soul, R&B, Red, Black Dislikes: S-Pop, Latin Pop, Tween Pop, Classical, Pop, Pink

Name: Leo Michaelson Age: Teen Career: High School Student (B) Aspiration: Love (Soulmate) Traits:  Cheerful, Outgoing, Inspired Explorer⭐ Family: Celeste Michaelson (Mother), Christopher Michaelson (Father), Atlas Michaelson (Brother), Orion Michaelson (Sister), Eris Michaelson (Sister), Sebastian Michaelson (Grandfather) Likes: Singing, Video Gaming, Dancing, Tween Pop, Pop, Soul, R&B, Pink, White, Yellow Dislikes: Mischief, Programming, Writing, Classical, Kids Radio, Lullabies, Brown, Black, Gray

Name: Eris Michaelson Age: Child Career: Grade School Student (B) Aspiration: Creativity (Artistic Prodigy) Traits:  Good Family: Celeste Michaelson (Mother), Christopher Michaelson (Father), Atlas Michaelson (Brother), Orion Michaelson (Sister), Leo Michaelson (Brother), Sebastian Michaelson (Grandfather) Likes: Kids Radio, Pink, White, Blue Dislikes: Dancing, Mischief, Fitness, Singing, Gray

[synapsephase]

🎶let me tell you about my short friend🎶

[xfortunearcana]

Team 'cannot flirt, they only know very specific fun facts'. (?)

[paintlesscanvas]

SPACE SNPTS . .

system names: the solar system, the abyssal dwellers, those that rove around on mars, the satellite system, the wormhole weirdos, the milky way, the universe, the supernova collective, the space invaders, the astronauts, team rocket, extraterrestrials, the space crew, the system that was taken by aliens, the collapsing galaxy, the nebula, the alien system, the binary stars, the collapsing stars, the chaotic cosmos, the globular cluster, the rocky orbit, the blustering asteroid, the astronomer collective, the royals of the universe, the dwarf planets, the runaway ship, the intergalactic committee, comet children, solar satellites, the [ number ] planets, the fallen rocket, stargazers, nasa, the remnants of a nebula, the stuck-in-space system, the crashed rocket ship, the shadow of a blackhole, those blinded by the stars, the nasa engineers, the infinite system, those that are lost in the void, the cosmic crusaders, the astral adventurers, the meteor shower, the [ planet ] collective, those on the moon, the rocket scientist system, blasting off, the astro-nots, those in awe of the stars, the aurora borealis, the earthlings, the constellations, the children of the moon, the telescope lurkers, the organisms in space, specs of stardust, drifting through the void, the silence of space

usernames: cryingcosmos, driftingdust, crateronthemoon, nogrxvity, lunarlove, astronomyyy, iamastar, cxsmiccrater, galaxygal, junipiter, kissedbystars, m00ndust, grrnantennae, beepbooop, totalatomizer, thebinarystar, inaufobeam, takenbyaliens, spaceismyplace, astrological, striinights, lostinthevoid, starsrfriends, cxsmicdxath, whereaminow, stuckinspace, lostintheship, 321blastoff, leftbehindinspace, cometchiild, nomorenova, leftoverspacedust, madeofstardust, eyesofstars, princeofthemoon, queenofmars, shootingstxrs, cloudofdust, moonpriints, solareclxpse, milkywaykid, galaxygaze, lostastronaut, astron0t, sweetstarrr, hesmadeofstars, earthtome, downtoearth, www.nasa.com, nasa_nyx, nasadevotee, httpsmooncords, tuneonthemoon, jarofstarrrs, farawaygalaxy, starringmytea, planetsinmytea, starryb0ba, spacekween13, qonstellat1ons, galactea, splinteredstarlight, lunarcloud, plutoprincess, marsr0cks, satellitesweeper, gleepgloorp, theinfinitevoid, worrrmhole, st4rg4zer, blackholebxtch, poppopplanet, fieryblazingsun, br1ghtsunrays, lasergunnn, keypadcodee, solarfl4re, stardustinmyveins, collapsinggalaxy, chaoticcosmos, andromedaaa, orbitingyyou, biiigdipper, liiittledipper, uursamajor, uursaminor, scalyscorpiio, gemeniiiii, totesatauras, capricornnn, slayggitarius, crabbycancer, aaacutius, actuallyaries, litrlyleo, vivaciousvirgooo, mystarchartsays, lusciousleo, princesspisces, mmaybemercury, vvixievenus, eeeeitsearth, eccentricearthling, imanearthling, themoonchild, memoriesofmars, jupiterstupider, joypiter, jupiiiit3r, putaringonit, ssoooossaturn, sillysaturn, ringsringsrings, uuuuranus, neptuning, neptwo, cuteopluto, ubersupernova, atomsplitter, microscopic, studyingstars, actuallyintheabyss, throughthetelescope, astroaroundus, lunarlunatic, solarspotsss, starsinmyheart, swirlsinspace

names: abyss, aloea, altair, andromeda, atlas, archer, arian, aster, asterion, asterix, astra, astraea, astrophel, atom, aurora, aquila, bael, bellatrix, blaze, burst, caelum, carina, celeste, celestia, comet, comette, constellation, cosmos, crater, dai, dawn, dipper, dorian, draco, dusk, dust, elio, eris, eclipse, estelle, estrella, etherea, flare, galaxy, galaxae, gamma, gem, grim, haumea, indus, ixion, janus, kepler, knox, lepus, leo, lucien, luna, lunar, lyra, lynx, merak, meteor, mira, moon, nebula, nebulae, nix, nocturne, noire, nova, orbit, orcus, pandora, pavo, phobos, phoenix, procyon, pulsar, pyxis, quark, quasar, ray, reid, rho, rigel, rinn, sawyer, sedna, sirius, skye, solar, solaria, star, stardust, starla, stella, steren, supernoca, tucana, uni, universe, ursa, void, vela, volans, zade, zaire, zenith, zeta

pronouns: space/spaces, planet/planets, universe/universes, nebula/nebulas, star/stars, shine/shines, shimmer/shimmers, sun/suns, gas/gas', heat/heats, burn/burns, void/voids, cosmo/cosmos, explode/explodes, float/floats, drift/drifts, dust/dusts, comet/comets, asteroid/asteroids, moon/moons, eclipse/eclipses, orbit/orbits, galaxy/galaxys, andromeda/andromedas, solar/solars, lunar/lunars, shootingstar/shootingstars, constellation/constellations, planet/planets, mercury/mercurys, venus/venus’, earth/earths, mars/mars', jupiter/jupiters, saturn/saturns, uranus/uranus', neptune/neptunes, pluto/plutos, supernova/supernovas, quasar/quasars, ufo/ufos, alien/aliens, rocket/rockets, fuse/fuses, spacedust/spacedusts, abyss/abyss’, nova/novas, lune/lunes, astro/astros, scope/scopes, void/voids, ray/rays, pulse/pulses, neutron/neutrons, atom/atoms, glow/glows, vortex/vortexs, wormhole/wormholes, celestial/celestials, telescope/telescopes, see/sees, vision/visions, swirl/swirls, beam/beams, infinite/infinites, eternal/eternals, silent/silents, forever/forevers, vast/vasts, gravity/gravitys, interstellar/interstellars, sunspot/sunspots

titles: the infinite, prn who shines in the night, prn of stars, whats left of a supernova, the big dipper, the little dipper, prn who walks on stardust, the comet, drowning in stardust, prn who made the prints on the moon, the astronomer, prns stardust, the lunar eclipse, the cosmos, bathed in the glow, dancing through saturn’s rings, the ursa major, the ursa minor, mesmerized by mars, the ship’s brightest laser, the shooting star, prn who is made of stars, the alien on the ship, drifting through space, the creator of constellations, the astronaut, prn who floats through space, a blazing sun, prn who explores the galaxy, the thing in the galaxy, prn that created stars, the one who made the milky way, the aurora borealis, the one in space, the endless, prn who floats, the big bang, prn who waits in the wormhole, prn who walks amongst stars, the dimmest star, the curious, the beautiful stars, prn who fixes the ship, a new star, prn who encounters an alien, the atomsplitter, the one who found a new planet, the stargazer, the one who landed on the moon, lack of gravity, a meteor shower, prn who searches in the stars, prn who looks through the telescope, the admirer of stars, a new constellation, the glow of a star, the exploration of space, the explosion of nebulae, the spark of stars, prn made of matter, the burning sun, a fiery meteor, the moons reflection, a planet orbiting, the cosmic collision, the light in the sky, the flash of a ufo, prn who gets captured by the beam, prn who meets the aliens, the brightest star in the sky, the center of the universe, the interstellar traveler, prn that studies the stars

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Finally

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra | wc: 4.3k | ao3

Summary: After being freed from Under the Mountain, Azriel visits Eris for the first time in 53 years. They were tumultuous decades but being temporarily reunited with his mate replenished Eris’s will to persevere and bear the end of his Father’s rule.

For @azrisweek Contact day! This one’s got a lil angst to her, as well as smut and fluff! All the words are below the cute lil hands or over on ao3!! 💗

Eris’ mind, still addled with all the red wine he had at that dreadful dinner, was swimming with unwelcome thoughts. The meal went about as well as it always did when he arrived late. Constant passive and outwardly aggressive bitching from his contemptuous father.

Celeste had a new litter and he had lost track of time introducing himself as their owner, a tedious process. Beron didn’t respect the amount of effort his son put into his pack; he felt it was beneath Eris to act as a ‘stablehand’. So much more went into it, but his High Lord did not care. At least, not until they could be useful, then he was subjected to his father’s twisted pride. Thankfully, it didn’t get physical tonight, as his Father concluded the meal early to meet with his newest and youngest mistress. The bar is in Hel.

Eris now found himself in his private woods, warded from his father’s spies, distracted even during his futile escapism by invasive lines of questioning. He doubled down on his concentration, forcing himself to turn his focus to reading the black leather-bound mystery fresh from the continent in his hands. He often submerged himself in his Autumnal surroundings, needing to remind himself what he was surviving for. The beauty of his land always delivered him a certain serenity that only being present in his nature could. This specific clearing was in the center of his woods near the Spring border. He sat against a large oak tree stump, in front of a small fire that was emitting the heat of a flame at least thrice its size.

He felt the need to ground himself, as he typically did when his father truly pissed him off. He leaned away from his innate need for all things luxurious, then took a long and steamy bath to sanitize himself from his Father’s harsh words. He stripped himself bare of all his typical finery, donning a V-neck emerald cotton tunic and chestnut britches that framed his figure gloriously. Lack of glam didn’t mean he couldn’t look good. He chose to wear simple gold hoops in his many ear piercings instead of his sets of dangly chains and sparkly cuffs.

While he was about to collect his bearings in order to walk back to the Forest House, he smelled the most thrilling scent in all of Prythian: cedar and mist. His mate should know better than to be here, but he couldn’t keep his hopeful heart from pacing in its cavity.

He hadn’t seen Azriel since before he went Under the Mountain—approximately fifty-three years ago. They were accustomed to going decades without seeing one another, but these had been some lonely years.

Although the clearing was warded, as well as the woods as far as eyes could see surrounding it, Eris erected a sound barrier as he tugged on the bond. Azriel reanimated from his shadows.

The Shadowsinger was just as devastatingly beautiful as he’d been the last time they saw each other, maybe even more so. His tan, bronzed muscles were the perfect balance of buff and slim, unlike most of his brutish kin. The evening's shade was dimming his sight, and he was still a bit far, but Eris could spot the golden glint in his forest-filled eyes from miles away. On especially lonely days, he would delude himself into believing he could see that same gilded color in his familiar elements.

His mate was a very attractive leather bound mystery as well, in stunning fae form instead of a novella. Eris rose gracefully, in the manner of all his movements, similar to a leaf floating its way down in a gentle breeze.

As he sashayed his way across the weathered ground, he noticed shades of black compounding and coming into focus, slithering their way over to their master’s mate. The sight of their sole singer and audience as he emerged entirely robbed the contents of the Fireling’s lungs.

Azriel was a masterpiece that stole the Mother’s undivided attention during his creation. His beauty was a singularity, a fluke, otherwise the Cauldron was a sadist for gifting Eris such a mate without access to worship him.

Azriel had to be two or three inches taller than him at most, but his figure was such an imposition compared to typical High Fae. His wings spanned far past arm length, and Eris was intimately aware of the reactions that the Illyrian’s wings could provoke, how easily they could break this unmovable male’s composure. He longed to take advantage of that particular design flaw of the warrior race, but he couldn't. This was not the time. This was not the place.

Azriel met him halfway, stopping directly in front of him. He cupped Eris’s cheek with one of his scarred hands and placed the other on Eris’s hip. This felt surreal, he would doubt the reality of his presence, but surely he hadn’t drunk that much.

He leaned forward, meeting Azriel’s forehead with his own and resting his hands on his mate's strong chest. They took each other in for a moment, neither wanting to break the trance of longing and unrequited emotions caught between their gazes. They took as much of the other male’s scent as they could, both of their chests nearly heaving with each inhalation.

The Shadowsinger was the one to break the silence, his voice low and strained. “I missed you.” Succinct as were all his mannerisms, but such a simple admission already deviated into an emotional territory they typically avoided; Such closeness made the distance feel impossible.

Eris was sure his eyes were nearly watering and his voice definitely broke, but there was no shame about missing his mate during the past years. Their visits were few and far between after Mor lied for him, and Keir and Beron ended their alliance. So they would only begin consistently seeing each other after the Hewn City began associating with Autumn enough for Eris to have some autonomy.

Azriel comforted Eris after Lucien’s banishing and his brothers’ deaths, and Eris comforted Azriel when Rhysand’s sister and mother died. The only ones who knew about their bond were Morrigan and their mothers, and the only people who knew about their relationship were them.

Caught up in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized that tears had already slipped until a scarred thumb swept them away; the look in his eyes was desperation and concern.

“I missed you,” Eris whispered reverently and stepped closer until he could feel Azriel breathing.

Hearing his heartbeat, his chest rise and fall, smelling the musky aftermath of his long flight; being this close was overwhelming him. He needed him, maybe Azriel could take him here, on all fours, but that was far from his style. Also, he really shouldn’t be here. It was thrilling, but terrifying. No, he needed a night with his Illyrian in the Hewn City; they’d make it happen.

He leaned forward, he felt the next words. His breath smelled of mint.

“I know I said I wouldn’t push, but Rhys has enough power to support your claim, and I need you, Eris.” Azriel had tears of his own streaking his perfect cheekbones. “Please, I need to be able to see you.”

“We shouldn't be talking about this here. If I can sneak off to the Hewn City for a night next week, could you wait to talk about anything like that till then? I’m already terrified that you’re here, because you really fucking shouldn’t be, baby. Beron has been getting more and more controlling.” Eris’s voice was wavering, and he began panicking. “But I do want to take over, just not until Autumn has some stability. It takes a long time to prepare to commit patricide during peacetime; so much is going on, I’m nervous the armies won’t respond well to another bloody Vanserra ascension. And you should go soon.”

“So then we’re back to visits in the Moonstone palace until Prythian is stable and Autumn won’t be combative to the instability of a new High Lord.” Azriel’s expression doubtlessly mirrored his own longing. Their lips were brushing as Eris spoke next.

“Something like that, but let’s focus on it here.” Eris’s lips were desperate as they claimed Azriel’s.

The Spymaster was an amazing kisser, he always had been. His eager tongue was claiming as he took control. The hand that was on Eris’s cheek moved to tangle in silky copper locks. The one on his hip gravitated towards his lower back, pulling him in until there was finally some friction against his britches.

Eris moved his hands from Azriel’s chest to circle his mate’s neck, not so subtly feeling up his muscles. He must’ve been training in his free time.

When Azriel started to walk them towards a tree, Eris went willingly, groaning as he felt the outline of his mate’s dick pressing into his stomach. The Mother knew he enjoyed a good challenge, and taking Az always came with a sense of accomplishment, as well as an earth-shattering orgasm.

Strong hips rolled against his, pinning his already limp body against the thick base of an oak tree. He rolled his own in response, turning them both into moaning, shameless messes.

Eris trailed one of his hands to Azriel’s scruffy jaw, then below his collarbone, over his leather-clad pecs and all the way in between their firm abs. They landed on the fastenings to those training pants which, as Eris was already obsessively aware, looked incredible from behind.

Hurried, nimble fingers made quick work of the Cauldron-damned fastenings keeping him from the bronzed cock of his literal dreams. They didn't have time to open Eris up, it would be a lengthy process since he would need some extra prep, which they didn’t have enough time for.

When they pulled their lips apart for air, Azriel’s mouth immediately found the column of his neck, kissing his way as far down as the angle would allow. After the third love bite that would need to be glamoured and what could only have been a few minutes of being completely pressed by the perfect body before him, he already felt overwhelmed. Azriel gifted him a deep guttural moan when Eris’ bejeweled hand began roughly jerking him off. His warm, tight fist bedecked with the harsh shapes of his rings combined with the spit he filthily let pool on his tongue before spitting into his fist.

Azriel caused a not-quite-fae moan of relief to escape Eris when a scarred hand freed his dick and wrapped around his painfully hard length, and after two pumps he was moaning in a way that had him blushing.

Az moved to grasp both of their dicks, “Spit baby, you sound so pretty.”

Fuck. Eris obeyed without question, or thoughts at all really—his mind was deliciously empty. He moved his own hands to caress and trace every plane of Azriel.

“Fuck Az, I missed you, so fucking good – Cauldron – fuck.”

“Gods, you’re perfect Eris, so good!”

With the added slick, the veins on the underside of their cocks were creating mind-numbing friction as Azriel’s beautifully marred hand worked them with urgency closer to the edge. They were both moaning with abandon; this was the best moment of the past century.

Their bodies were as close as they could be without being inside one another, and their kiss resumed with vigor, just as sloppy as the handjob.

Eris keened, “Azriel, fuck I’m really close. Feels so good.”

Azriel, in that smooth yet husky voice of his: “Yes, fuck. Me too. Come for me, princess.”

Eris came first, arching into his mate’s fist, grinding against Azriel’s dick, crying out his name as his head fell back against the hand that cushioned the action. Azriel’s teeth made their mark at the junction of his neck and defined collarbone.

The General’s brain was a bit fuzzy but reality came back into reality when he felt his mate’s come joining his own, creating a masterpiece he already dreaded the thought of having to vanish. His mate’s forehead rested in the crook of his neck, laying a small kiss on the bite he left.

He should have already told him to go. This was dangerous. But he missed his mate, and he had imagined their reunion happening countless times. His entire being demanded to consume and be consumed in ways he hadn’t been able to have since before Amarantha. So he let them have a few quiet minutes, just basking in each other’s presence and the hopes of patricide, alliances and freedom.

However long later, he removed their mess. Azriel received the hint and hiked his pants up, as Eris did himself. He kissed Az’s stubbled jaw, which was very much growing on him.

“You should go. It’s not safe and I’ll head to the Palace next week. I’ll see you soon,” Eris rushed out softly. Az’s breath was still ragged but he nodded slightly, kissing him once more before his shadows coalesced and readied to take him back to Night, to safety.

“I’ll see you soon, Autumn, and we’ll figure it out as soon as we can.”

And with that, his mate took a step back, gave Eris a once over with an inexplicable gleam in his eye, and winnowed in that way that was solely his.

Eris took the longer route through the servants’ corridor to avoid seeing anyone, disheveled and unwilling to rid himself of his mate’s scent just yet.

Azriel came to him, even when Eris hadn’t been entirely sure he would. Rhysand had just gained freedom as well, and he was probably spending time with the ‘Inner Circle,’ but his mate had come to him, cried for him, desired him, missed him.

Just six more days.

The first five went by in a blur, every second he fought the urge to winnow away to Night or break out into delirious laughter at how soon he’d be held.

The last day was a different beast entirely; he spent each moment cycling between anticipation, panic and yearning. The need to escape earlier than planned increased thousandfold but he persisted, arriving at the Moonstone Palace the second he was excused from dinner.

Eris found Azriel’s room here empty, the explanation scribbled out on a postcard sitting on the nightstand. Eris didn’t have to decipher Illyrian penmanship to know Azriel was hard at work and not in the way he should be.

Still, it had been so long since he’s gotten to read Azriel’s writing. The letters were all still too short and stubby, the ‘o’s and ‘a’s indecipherable, most of the ‘b’s and ‘d’s were facing the wrong way and there was no punctuation to be seen, Azriel said it was to keep his messages encoded.

Eris smiled softly at the be back asop quickly love you A being much clearer than the fuckin garlick calleb aff troining wraiths. It was the small things that warmed his heart most.

He sighed and slipped off his loafers at the foot of the bed. He had opted for simple linen trousers and a cotton nightshirt – too many quality outfits had been shredded during their trysts so he chose expendable over chic because he’d be sexy either way.

The room was the same as he last saw it decades ago, marble surfaces polished and decorated with tomes and gadgets. Eris sighed as he lay down on the bed, selecting the book of Illyrian fables he’d read countless times while waiting for Azriel’s free time to overlap with his few days of autonomy.

It was a new volume he’d never seen before. Inscribed inside the worn charcoal leather cover was a note from Azriel’s mother, and if the basic Illyrian he was recalling was right, the message was a few more tales to keep you moral in that Helscape. Ahava, Ima.

Her handwriting was much more legible but the ousting implications irritated him. Azriel had morals, they may be... looser relative to most but there were boundaries he wouldn’t cross, ethical restraint here and there; he felt defensive, a tad foolish for defending a grown male to his mother but mostly eager to read one of these pedestalled stories.

The writing was simple enough for Eris to understand gists but he settled for skimming and squinting to extract justification to grandstand the way Illyrians do.

Oh thankfully Azriel appeared before Eris’s immorals could be compromised, he feared he’d become boring for a second there.

Never one for doors and always one to copy Eris, in this case his love for grand entrances, Azriel blipped in via a whirling portal that jarringly plunged the room into depthless darkness. Eris gasped as he heard Az inhale sharply, doubtlessly seeing more than he could.

Ever the opportunist, Eris took the reserved ogling time and set down the storybook to ready himself for the pouncing.

“Eris,” Azriel breathed out, as shadows thinned, exposing their dazed, tenting Singer. Seriously, Illyrian leather had to be the most durable, it withstood an immense amount of pressure Eris was immensely jealous of.

“Azriel, Az,” Eris keened and clamored to his knees, prepared to crawl down the expanse of the bed but halted by the battering ram of a being that was the hungry Shadowsinger.

He was quickly pinned down against the headboard, happy to be winded and tackled by only this male, his mate. Their bond was squealing at their proximity, at their love. Azriel inhaled deeply, his eyes glazing as he looked down at Eris, a wild grin inching wide.

“I missed you, Eris.” Azriel’s gravelly, strained tone should be bottled and sold to old Fae with erectile dysfunction.

“I missed you more,” Eris growled and held Azriel’s face between his hands reverently and pulled him close, moaning as their lips brushed, dissolving into bliss as their tongues slid over one another.

Eris groaned as he felt the cool leather against him. He loved his love’s signature look but it took too much Motherdamned time to remove, so Eris stripped Azriel bare in a copper-tasting instant.

Azriel’s warm skin directly under Eris’s hands felt incredible. He kneaded and fondled and raked as much as he could reach.

“You too, want to see you too,” Azriel requested, and Eris granted.

He melted into Azriel’s cradling hand against his nape. Eris kept Azriel close and kissed him, his fingers anchoring in Azriel’s thick curls. He spread his thighs eagerly for Azriel’s coaxing reach.

Azriel ignored Eris’s raging cock and slipped nimble fingers between Eris’s legs, trailing deeper and deeper until blunt fingers brushed against his hole.

“Gonna be tight,” Az bit out.

“I’m always tight,” Eris scoffed.

“Of course you are, my dear,” Azriel smiled, “but it’s been too long since I’ve had you, don’t want you to get hurt.” He finished with finality in his tone.

“Well get to it,” Eris goaded, yoinking a near vat sized jar of oil from his emergency void.

Azriel snickered, “Yes, my lord.”

“Relax f’me, b-baby, please, let me in,” Azriel’s tone was the most strained it had ever been. The restraint had his biceps twitching in Eris’s periphery.

Eris whined, arching his back more, needing Azriel just as desperately. He calmed his core, forcing his spine lax. “Please, Azriel— oh AAAAHHYESS!”

It was less of a thrust, no, he felt Azriel so deeply there was no way the Shadowsinger didn't just merge them as one, the unity making him only a tad less shamed over the whorish writhing and banshee-esque shrieks.

A guttural groan matched his own pitchy moan as Azriel withdrew no more than an inch. The friction. Fuck. The friction. He pushed that inch of his girthy cock back where it should be and Eris thought his brain might be melting. The sounds he was making did sound like a medical emergency.

Azriel didn’t move for… oh who knows? Who even cares? The mighty Shadowsinger and his mighty dick were pushing past his rim and pushing Eris past lucidity. He fought dissociation, craving to savor this, knowing— not knowing when they’d get to experience each other next. So he categorized every enhanced sensation: they’d hotboxed the room with a musky, woody aroma that filled his lungs and pissed him off when he had to breathe out. The darkness of the moating shadows keeping their distance aided the intimate—their atmosphere.

Azriel delved his cock deeper, so much oil slicking his way; Azriel had used nearly half the vial and four fingers to ready him for the taking.

“HHhaanhmngfuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes, fuck,” Azriel grunted litanies of layman’s cusses as he made himself at home.

“Azriel, oh Azriel, yes, so fuckin’ good,” Eris joined in, dueting Azriel’s slutty singing.

Shadowsinger? More like Slutsinger... I understand if you stop reading now.

Azriel’s hands scooped under either side, holding Eris even closer, his hips now grinding his cock, each deep roll retreating enough to create friction, but Eris always felt at least a female forearm’s length of dick inside him.

He could taste the droplet of perspiration (which he hoped was no indication of the Illyrian’s prowess waning) that dripped onto his pouted, parted lips, and he shamelessly sucked his bottom lip, tasting the salty flavor he wished he could top every dish with.

He loosened the rein on his hearthy magic and illuminated the room till he could see the vision that was Azriel fucking him for the first time in fifty-three years. Although the sight was hazy, he would never forget it, may the Mother spank him if he ever had the gall: Azriel looked wild, a bestial rabidity Eris had only ever seen present in the Middle’s monsters. His body, sheening and flexing, caged Eris against the bed, and it was a cage he’d melt the key of, every muscle pressed against his own, the remarkably smoothness of his bronzed skin, all of it, all of him, it was everything Eris was missing. It was everything he’d missed.

But the sounds, he wouldn’t miss those. They would be looping around his mind like a lasso, a background music that was now engraved in his being. It felt like a new thrilling beat joined his eternal melody with each fluttering, claiming thrust of Azriel’s.

Azriel was still moving slowly, but it was perfect. He was already so gone, having the entirety of Azriel inside him felt like a religious experience he’d need to prepare for.

“A-am I good— d’s it feel good?” Eris needed to know, know he was making Azriel feel as euphoric as he was making Eris.

Azriel scooped Eris by his middle, pressing Eris’s cock against his lower abs. Eris was gonna lose it— his composure, his shame, his control— and he wanted to, he wanted to give everything to Azriel.

He knew Azriel was leashing his prowess because despite the thorough prep, Eris wouldn’t be able to move out of bed for days, not a feasible collateral.

Soon. Soon he would take everything the Shadowsinger could give him. Until then, he wanted to be good. Azriel’s forehead rested carefully atop his, a bicep bending to cradle Eris’s head, keeping them inseparable. He ground down, giving Eris more, and more, and more, and holy fuck how was there still more—

“You’re perfect Eris, fucking look– look how pretty you take it for me, listen to how fucking s-sexy you sound— fuck-aahhnh— you’re perfect, I—I’m close,” Azriel praised and warned, his lips moving against Eris’s, his words melting Eris’s core.

So was he, so damn close, each stroke blooming pleasure from his curling toes to his racing heart, rushing up his throat and filling the room with bawdy moans. Azriel’s responsive grunt and stalling hips had Eris instinctively squeezing around him, competitively clamping down and striving to make Az lose (win) first.

As desperately as he was trying to memorize each place they were joined, from the pattern of Az’s cock veins to the working muscles beneath Eris’s gripping hands, Eris wasn’t able to tell where he wasn’t being touched or if his perceptions were realistic – there was no way he’d really been chanting fuck me, love me, don’t leave me, stay, stay, stay, love me, while Koala-holding himself against Azriel.

But fuck, having a mind and Azriel’s cock inside him was a paradox he could not comprehend.

Eris’s back bowed off the bed as he came, warmth spilling between them as Eris moaned Azriel’s name into his mouth.

Azriel groaned, “I do, ‘course I love you,” he panted, “You stay, I’m not going – fuck, fuck baby – not going anywhere, I-I promise,” he stammered, his hips stilling longer and longer between strokes, Eris’s body clinging tighter and tighter, trying to drag Azriel along over the edge.

He wanted to stay, he never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted Azriel to get off of him., “I’ll keep coming back to you,” he swore, plunging Azriel into orgasm, his body tensing and shaking before he cried out Eris’s name.

Azriel melted on top of him, and a deep breath tickled his shoulder, hugging hands never left his sides. Their chests heaved together, Azriel breathing out as Eris took air in.

“I want you to stay.” Azriel’s voice broke along with the safe silence.

“Baby, n-not now, please, you know I want to,” Eris pleaded, not having a relative iota of the mental bandwidth he’d need to really consider anything at all.

Azriel buried his head in the crook of Eris’s neck, “Come back next week.” Azriel begged, a finality in his segue from ambition to keep him here to getting Eris to return. Eris could do that. Hopefully.

“I was planning on it,” Eris assured, moving his hands from Azriel’s shoulder blades to cup the back of his head, his left hand running deft tracks absentmindedly around his scalp, eliciting the small purring sounds he’d missed dearly.

“Good. I love you, so much,” Azriel spoke against his temple, a soft kiss punctuating his words.

“I love you more,” Eris whispered back, bittersweetly excited to begin the cycle of anticipation he had just completed.

I wrote this after reading Death Wish by Josh Allen Baker, great and Azris fic provoking piece 🤌💗 Garlick is one of @makinglongwordsslutty’s OCs who I love 🧄💗, ‘ahava, ima’ just means ‘love, mother’ in Hebrew (a language I speak but also the one named “lashon hakodesh” as night’s ancient language so it felt apt for azzy). oh, first portion of this is the very first thing I wrote creatively from 6 months ago so please be nice lmao 😫💗

Thank you so much @the-darkestminds for beta reading, brainstorming and being incredible in general, I would not have been able to do azris week without you, much love mamas 😘 Thank you so very much @makinglongwordsslutty for helping look this over, your feedback means lots to me and I’m so so grateful for you pookie 😘

The Azris Folk: @astro-h0e-4azris @jules-writes-stories @nus4y @mudandmire @mistandmemories @fourteentrout @queercontrarian @wovendreamscapes @icey--stars @irithiadourden @sunstar-drabbles @palomita-de-la-sangre @pippsmcgee @olenvasynyt @buffy-vanserra @nightsandflamess @brunetterebel010 @chunkypossum @shadowsandlint @neciebee @wrraccountant @ysmtttty @molcat07 @3xolara @iftheshoef1tz @talibunny30 @thesourcabbage @aleksandra25cracow @bloodyplunder @eatsbooks @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @missblackstar💗💗 tomorrow’s fic is my favorite of all my works squeal 🤭

[nocasdatsgay]

Erisweek2023 Day 4

From the Ashes the Wildflowers Grow

Chapter 4: The Hound and the Vixen

Summary: It was Eris’s turn to participate in The Hunt, Autumn’s own Great Rite which took place before the before the Samhain festival. Celeste is sent by her family to begrudgingly participate to avoid offending the Vanserras. She didn’t expect to be chosen. So when the great magic brings Eris to stand in front of her she accepts the gold apple. Then the magic entered her as well and it told her to run.

Word Count: 4052

CW: NSFW, rituals

Read it on AO3 here

Bonus chapter: Weathering the Flames

Summary: He was a fool. An idiot. Absolutely mad. He was all those things and more but he didn’t care. He needed to see her.

AN: This takes place after The Hound and the Vixen

Word Count: 2290

CW: NSFW

Read it on AO3 here

Masterpost linked here

[dearestaeneas]

me again. just because i’m not talking about eris and zeno does NOT mean i am not always thinking about them

long time no insane person posting. here’s a celeste/branwen

picrew

[marvelshifter111]

Planet children name ideas

Mercury

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Mercia, Celeste, Vela, Aurelia, Seren, Velora, Talia, Merida, Feryn

ᅠ ᅠMale: Mercer, Hermes, Castor, Sylas, Vireo, Cael, Sterling, Aurex, Lucian

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Mercury, Caloris, Bepi, Matisse, Ash, Pyrris, Merx, Arden, Dash

Venus

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Venera, Danica, Vesper, Amara, Liora, Dawn, Grace, Isadora, Rosalia

ᅠ ᅠMale: Maxwell, Arsenic, Kypris, Adonis, Valentin, Darian, Soren, Blaise, Cyril

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Venus, Beta, Blair, Sage, Ember, Remy, Solace, Artemis

Earth

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Avani, Dionne, Ilana, Gaia, Ivy, Meadow, Midori, Petra, Terra, Willow

ᅠ ᅠMale: Aaron, Brooks, Kai, Reed, Forrest, Oak, Knox, Flynn, Oleander, Sorrel

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Briar, Cedar, Robin, River, Wren, Sage, Koa, Rain, Skylar

Mars

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Mara, Bellatrix, Rhea, Kaia, Zara, Lyra, Ione, Siona, Bella

ᅠ ᅠMale: Ares, Cassian, Damon, Phobos, Magnus, Axel, Blaze, Ronan, Mariner, Deimos

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Mars, Aris, Rowan, Reed, Jett, Flint, Rex, Reign, Blaze, Jade

Jupiter

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Adrastea, Leda, Ersa, Juna, Jovienne, Helia, Nova, Eirine, Aitne

ᅠ ᅠMale: Callisto, Carpo, Kale, Kore, Julius, Jove, Griffin, Augustus

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Jupiter, Juno, Io, Metis, Aoede, Echo, Pax, Carme, Kalyke

Saturn

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Sabrina, Selene, Elara, Clio, Vesta, Astra, Pandora, Helene, Phoebe, Bestla

ᅠ ᅠMale: Saturn, Cronus, Lucian, Florian, Marius, Dorian, Skoll, Tarqeq, Aegir, Fenrir

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Calypso, Quill, Eris, Anthe, Narvi, Hati, Kari, Loge, Themis

Uranus

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Cordelia, Ophelia, Bianca, Cressida, Desdemona, Juliet, Ariel, Miranda, Titania, Margaret

ᅠ ᅠMale: Obreon, Francisco, Caliban, Stephano, Trinculo, Sycorax, Prospero, Ferdinand, Setebos

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Puck, Mab, Eta, Cyan, Neo, Lyric, Auriel, Sky, Azure

Neptune

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Despina, Larissa, Thalassa, Nerina, Naia, Lorelei, Marina, Nereyda, Cordelia, Laguna

ᅠ ᅠMale: Nereid, Triton, Halimede, Naiad, Nereus, Severin, Lir, Kairos, Zale, Lake

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Neptune, Sao, Neso, Blue, Indigo, Vale, Storm, Azraq, Rio

Planet children | Masterlist

People will probably ignore this post but wtv, i made it like a week ago

This is a lot more interesting in dark mode

[thedeviltohisangel]

Love in the Echoes: The Return

a/n: this is fully dedicated to my beautiful, wonderful friend @gloryofroses19 ! i hope you had the most amazing birthday and the merriest of christmases and this is my gift to you. a love letter to our friendship (which i beyond cherish) and the absolutely amazing world we've built between our beloved ocs. i hope you enjoy !!!!

this is a continuation of my azriel x rhys' sister fic and @gloryofroses19 eris fics which can be found here

It was one thing to have her brother back from Under the Mountain. To hold him as he wept over the discovery of his mate. Rhysand had allowed her into his mind to witness the events as he had for those decades and she would never ask him to expose such a darkness to her ever again. If she hadn’t so many secrets to keep, she would have let him in to see what she had been up to for those decades. 

A more pressing matter was the disposition of her friend. Her best friend. Her sister. Who she hadn’t been able to receive a message of farewell from before their connection was sealed shut. Who hadn’t winnowed directly into her arms upon the breaking of the curse. Who hadn’t even reached out to her at all in the days that things had returned to a somewhat normal status around the land of Prythian.

“When do you think is appropriate for me to go to Dawn Court?” Meals were a small and quiet affair since Rhys had been back. Just the two of them with the occasional visitor of Mor or Cassian or Azriel but not yet all together as a group. That was going to take some further easing into. “I think I’ve been incredibly patient by waiting this long.” Lilli had eaten her eggs, bacon and blueberry muffin in complete silence as she waited for her brother to talk first. When he hadn’t, she took the opportunity away from him.

“Incredibly patient is not a descriptor that should ever be applied to you.”

“It’s been days! And none of her brothers have written or called through Celeste or arrived to provide me any kind of update.” 

“Perhaps they don’t feel as though you are entitled to one.” Perhaps they are so angry with me that they are taking it out on you. Lilli merely huffed in response.

“A ridiculous notion. I’m going to talk to Cyrus and see if tomorrow is a decent time for my arrival.” She pushed away from the table and stood with purpose. “You’re off to take care of the rogue war bands soon and I want the matter of Rory and her memory solved before you leave.”

“My capture didn’t negate my status as High Lord.”

“I’m aware. But you were my brother long before that title was ever hoisted upon you and my brother you will be long after we’ve faded away.” For all his posturing, he would do as his sister asked as he had always done. She was the only reminder of his mother and their shared sister that he had left. And he had promised their mother he would always care for her a little extra. Love her a little harder. It was a promise he would never even think to back away from.

“If that is your demand of me,” Lilli paused where she was halfway up the stairs, “then I have a demand of you.”

“No bargains, Rhysand. Not so soon.” Not when his mind was still fraying at the edges. Not when she had already learned of the one he’d made in the cells with his mate.

“You and Azriel must stop…pretending.”

“Pretending what?”

“That in the decades while I was away he wasn’t living here with you and sharing meals with you and putting that ring on your finger.” She caressed the hand with said ring against her chest.

“We were just trying to be respectful of your need for time and space.” Lilli hadn’t even wanted to tell her brother about the developments in her relationship with Azriel. Had thought it would be too much and too soon when he had only just gotten back. She had quickly realized the error of her thoughts when sitting next to him at a meal and not touching him was outright impossible. 

“Consider me sufficiently timed and spaced.” Rhys rose from his chair. “I know being together makes you two happy. I want to be able to share in that.”

“Happy seems too simple a word but, yes, that is the crux of it.” He walked around the table and came to stand at the banister, his height almost enough for their eyes to lock on the same plane. Lilli reached for his hand, also seeking the comfort of physical touch, and Rhys held onto her like she was his lifeline. 

“Then I look forward to learning the right word.” He kissed her knuckles and she smiled as she traced her fingers down the side of his face. After decades of the male not being in front of her she had been concerned she would forget what he looked like or what he sounded like or all the other odds and ends only a sister could know of her brother. Over the course of the days he had been home the lines around his eyes and the light behind them were coming back. But the wounds on the inside and the salt the knowledge of his mate being with another kept pouring into them, she didn’t know how to help heal. Maybe letting him into this new portion of her life could help. She was willing to try anything.

“I’ll let you know what Cyrus says,” she whispered as she began her ascent once again. “I’m going to wear purple. Make sure we don’t clash!”

----

For all the confidence she had been filled with the morning before, it had dissipated rather quickly upon her arrival in the Dawn Court. It had taken some convincing for Cyrus to welcome the High Lord of the Night Court to the Luca family home and Lilli had understood why completely. Aurora was in a tenuous state ever since she’d come back from Under the Mountain. Since Rhys had wiped her mind clean to protect the identities of his family and the location of Velaris but also to shield her from some of the memories of her treatment at the hands of Amarantha. The extent of the memory cleansing, Lilli did not fully know. But only one person would piece back together the glimmering jewel that was the mind of her best friend. 

“Lil, I’m not totally sure what of you she is going to remember,” Cyrus said in a hushed tone as he held her hand and led her towards the dining room. “Whatever your brother did-”

“He did to protect her. You know he would never hurt her, Cy. He loves her the same way he loves me. The same way you love her. Like a sister.” He looked like he wanted to argue, stomp his foot and say in this situation Rory was his sister and none of the others in the room could say that. Rhys, for his part, was giving them the space to converse. Lilli had been trapped in Velaris for the past decades and also hadn’t seen Cyrus. A male she had spent many years loving before the whole world had fallen apart.

“Of course but…well, I can’t explain it. You’ll just have to see it.”

“Please do not let me walk in there blind. If she is hurt or sad you know I will not be able to stand it.” In fact, she could already feel tears welling in her eyes over the mere thought of her best friend being in pain.

“Cyrus? You didn’t tell me we were expecting visitors.” Lilli had imagined this moment a million different ways. There was a version where Rory came straight to Velaris and they hugged until the sun rose and had to be pried apart by Cassian or one of her brothers. A version where Lilli flew across the skies of Prythian to reach the Dawn Court to welcome her home in one big cocoon of love with her brothers. Before Azriel, there had been a version where her and Cyrus use the joy to announce their wedding. After Azriel, there had been a version she welcomed her home with the news she was going to be an aunt. Endless ways all to reach the same end. Two halves of a whole coming together after too long apart.

In none of these instances was Rory looking at her blankly. With no recognition. With an assessing up and down of her gaze that Lilli had seen her use on strangers in the markets many times before. Strangers. Not sisters.

“Hello, my name is Aurora, Cyrus’ older sister. And you are?” Lilli couldn’t find the words to answer. They were trapped in her chest underneath her heart that was trying to shatter into oblivion while also pumping like she was on the verge of battle. 

“This is my sister, Lilliwen. It is so good to see you in your home,” Rhys sounded every bit a High Lord as he emerged from the shadows and attempted to save his sister from the silence that was suffocating her.

“I didn’t think I would be seeing you again so soon!” Lilli watched them embrace quickly and focused on the feeling of Cyrus squeezing her hand. It was the only thing keeping her from flying away. “Lilliwen is such a pretty name. It is an honor to meet you.” The whimper, she couldn’t stop.

“Lilli.”

“Sorry?” The Princess cleared her throat.

“You can just call me Lilli.”

“Why don’t you and Lilli go have some tea while Rhysand and I catch up on some business?” Rory looked delighted by the idea but Lilli was sure she looked terrified. The two females had always enjoyed sharing a cup of tea together in the mornings after spending the night dancing and laughing and whispering secrets and fears into the hours of the night. She didn’t know if she would be able to stomach sitting across the table from the blank stare her friend held for her now.

“Follow me, Lilli.” She had to admit it felt good to hear her friend say her name again. To feel the warmth of her hand in the crook of her elbow and the comforting twinkle of her giggle as they made their way through the Luca family home. Lilli could have led them to the sitting room with a blindfold she had been there so many times before but she was content to let Rory take the lead and nodding along politely as she pointed out features of the home. “Oh and this is Helia! The true queen of the house.” The black cat charged at the Princess of Starlight and launched into her arms without a moment of warning. 

“Hi sweet girl,” Lilli cooed as Helia meowed at her frantically. “Celeste is okay, I promise. I’ll bring her back to see you very soon.” Helia accepted the kiss to the top of her head with one last meow, before jumping over into Rory’s arms.

“Celeste?”

“Oh. My cat. Helia must have smelled her on me. I presumed she was looking to meet a friend.” The lie was like acid on her tongue. 

“I’m sure she’d love that. Here, take a seat.” Lilli sat on the left, the chair with a permanent stain of tomato sauce marking it as her usual seat, and thanked Rory for the tea. “Apologies if this is an intrusion of your privacy but that ring is absolutely lovely.” The one thing she had been looking forward to sharing with her friend the most. Azriel.

“Thank you. I’ve been recently married.” Rory reached over where Helia was sitting on her lap to take Lilli’s hand in her own for a closer look.

“And what are these blue stones embedded in the band?” 

“Siphons. My husband is Illyrian.” 

“That’s certainly romantic of him,” Rory blushed. It was your idea! Lilli wanted to scream. You went with him to pick out the ring before I even knew he loved me. You told him that we were it for each other and no one else in the entire universe could ever compare. You told him that the Siphons would be an honorable way for me to carry a piece of him with me wherever I went. You knew he was my mate even before I did. You knew. You knew. You knew. You must know again.

“With the right prodding he can be.” They sipped at their tea in silence and picked at a plate of cookies that a member of the household had prepared for them, Lilli checking the door every few minutes to see if Rhys or Cyrus was coming to give an update.

“Lilli, you are the only female I’ve seen since I’ve been back…I’d like to ask for your advice on something. I can’t go to my brothers and since you seem to be in a happy relationship and don’t know me well enough to be anything other than neutral,” she tried not to collapse into despair at the words, “I’d like your opinion on a male.” Lilli blinked.

“A male?” Rory had been dating Jax, a general in the Dawn Court armies, before her time Under the Mountain. Had been quite set he was the right male to settle down with though Lilli had raged he was safe and boring and would never keep her brain satisfied. 

“Yes. What do you know of Eris Vanserra?” Even Helia’s tail paused its swishing at the name.

“Eris? As in the heir to Autumn Eris?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Did he hurt you?” Rory noticed the tremor beginning to make its way around the room at Lilli’s anger but the Princess was too far gone to notice on her own.

“No, he…Lilli, I think you’re the one making the room shake.” She released her grip on the table and squared her shoulders. 

“I’m sorry. I can normally control myself better.” Lilli cleared her throat and took a sip of her tea just as Cyrus and Rhysand chose to join them again.

“There was a little bit of a commotion. Is everything alright?” Rhys looked directly at her as he said it, Lilli sticking her tongue out in response. 

“We were just conversing. Harmless gossip is all.”

“That’s all you ever seem to do,” Rhys replied. She took in a big breath of air to gather the requisite force behind her response.

“Lilli, I know that look on your face,” Cyrus said with a warning behind his tone. 

“Fine.” Her arms crossed over her chest and she hunched over in her chair with a defeated pout. 

“Why would you upset our guest like that, Cy? It’s just some sibling banter.” That breathed a little bit of life back into her. The defense from her friend. It felt right. 

“Please do not encourage her, Aurora. I beg of you.” And as she always had, and maybe always will, Rory blushed under the violet gaze of the High Lord of the Night Court. “I think, Lilliwen, I am going to stay in Dawn for a couple of days to sort out the last of my business with Cyrus.” 

“Great. There is plenty of room for both of us.” 

“It would be nice to have another female around the house.” Rory beamed at Lilli in anticipation. Good. Let me keep pulling on these threads of her. She’ll come back to me. She’ll learn to love me again.

“Rhysand and I were thinking it might be best to limit distractions.” Cyrus had weighed his words and his tone cautiously. He knew the love between his sister and the Princess was as deep as his own. That a chosen love so strong might even be deeper. Lilli, the single most loving and tactile and affectionate person in all of Prythian, being asked to leave her friend behind was not something he was asking of her lightly.

“But I just got here.” I just got her back. 

“I know.” Rhys took a soft step forward and bent his knees so their eyes were level. “Give me a couple of days to right this and then everything will go back to normal. I know I am asking you to leave your heart behind once again and I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think it was going to be worth it in the end.” Lilli swallowed around the lump in her throat and looked to her friend. She looked inexplicably sad. As if she was filled with an emotion she didn’t know the origin of. Lilli knew. She knew because it was what tethered them together.

“Okay. But only because it’s what is best for her. Not because you told me to.”

“I wouldn’t even dare to dream of that being the case.” He squeezed Lilli’s hand once before helping her to rise from the table.

“Try not to let my brother annoy you too much. I’d like to come back and visit with Celeste, if that sounds alright with you.” Helia purred with anticipation at the mention of her sister. 

“I’d like that very much.” Rory stood and the two girls stood awkwardly yet expectantly. Normally, Lilli would have crushed her to her chest in a hug a million times over by now. She settled for a polite squeeze of her arm and the warmest smile she could muster.

“Cyrus, I’m trusting you to keep everyone in line,” she demanded as he walked her back out towards the foyer, Rhys sitting with Rory to begin his diagnostics to undo the tangled web he had weaved inside her head.

“I’ll do my best.” They paused in the entryway. “It was good to hear your voice the other day. Even better to see you with my own eyes.” Lilli placed her hand on his cheek and he covered it with his own instantly. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t notice the way he melted into her touch. Just the way he always had.

“You know I love you, Cy,” she whispered, “and that I always will.” Cyrus had begged her father to let him marry her. To save her from a lifetime of unhappiness in the Spring Court. But it had been for nothing. And Lilli had returned from that Court orphaned and without her older sister. The two of them had never been able to find the place they had been again.

“It is of great comfort to me that of all the males in the world that could have wooed you away from me, it’s the Shadowsinger. I don’t know anyone who could beat him out for a Princess’ hand.” Lilli giggled, love blooming in her chest at the mention of her husband. Her mate.

“He loves me. Cherishes me.”

“And I know he will always keep you safe.” They shared a final, loaded gaze. One that held nothing but pure love. Endless memories of the pure, raw love that had existed between them. There would always be a lifetime of memories that no one else could ever understand. “You should go. Your husband might be a polite man but I know he wouldn’t appreciate being kept waiting for the arrival of his wife.” 

“Send for me if you need me. Don’t give it a second thought.” 

“Let me know when you’ve arrived safely,” he said as he ushered her towards the door. 

“I will. Love you, Cy! Tell Rhys and Rory and Helia and Dami and-”

“I’ll make an announcement to the whole house that you love them I promise.” Satisfied, she winnowed off into the night.

----

She landed at the bottom of a winding, gravel walkway. It was lined with immaculately trimmed enchanted hedges that prevented anyone from trampling the pale pink rose bushes that were nestled behind them. Mainly that meant Cassian. He was the one who had inspired Lilli to enchant the hedges in the first place after one particularly disastrous drunken night. And at the top of the small hill sat a house made of stone with peaked roofs and plenty of windows. It was partially obscured from view by a stone wall, one of the many layers of protection Azriel had ensured were featured but one of the only ones Lilli actually knew about. It wasn’t one of the homes or palaces she had inherited upon the death of her parents. It wasn’t a seat of power for the royal family of the Night Court. It was a property that had been green and luscious since she was a little girl. The house abandoned but the framing always making her eyes widen. Her and Rory had spent hours running around the overgrown grass and picked wild flowers and pretend it was their castle they ruled the entire realm from. 

And when she had learned the fate of her brother and her best friend at the hands of Amarantha, she had fled to this very spot to try and feel closer to her. To find a moment of solace. Except it hadn’t looked the same. Someone had begun to transform the land into something more liveable while still maintaining the sense of freedom and wildness that Lilli had always felt when she’d been there. 

That someone had been Azriel. Azriel, who had taken the torment he felt over her departure for the Spring Court and channeled it into this. Into restoring the plot land and the house that had meant so much to her in the hopes the Mother would one day allow her to come home to him. And worked every day to make sure he was still deserving of such a blessing.

He was waiting for her in the doorway of their house, one shoulder leaned against the door frame and Celeste curled against his chest. The sight made her smile in spite of the pain that had taken root deep within her bones. The look in his eyes showed that he knew she was in pain. That she was barely able to stand on her own two feet and she walked towards him.

“Hi,” she whispered as she reached for her cat and kissed between her ears. Celeste nuzzled her nose to Lilli’s throat in a gesture of comfort.

“Hi,” he whispered back. He didn’t need to ask how it went because he had felt the wave of emotions crest and crash in his own chest. He didn’t make any move towards her, waiting for her to clue him in whether the journey up the walkway had made her sad, angry or a combination of them both.

“Rhys told me this morning he’d like to spend more time around the two of us. Together. Learn the new dynamic.” He nodded but his eyes were watching her trembling fingers that she was trying to hide in Celeste’s white fur. “I think it could be good if we start without any of the others. Cassian can be so brash with his jokes about us and Amren would just be so delighted to watch it descend into chaos and-”

“Lilli-”

“-Mor is obviously so sweet and supportive so maybe she should come as a known ally but if she comes and we don’t invite Cassian, he’s going to be so upset and we both know I’m helpless when seeing Cassian upset and-”

“Starlight.” Her lips clamped shut at the name. The one he had coined for her so many moons ago. The first night, when she was still just a girl, that she had considered being his and him being hers. The first night she had let herself dream of him in all the ways she had wanted him. The name was tender and intimate and vulnerable and he never used it in the presence of anyone else because he knew what it meant, what it symbolized. The sway it held over her heart. “Tell me about Dawn.” Lilli swallowed and didn’t hold back the tears that were filling her eyes as they rolled down her cheeks, Azriel stepping forward to cradle her face with a furrowed brow.

“She didn’t remember me. She looked at me and there was…there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. It made me feel so empty.” His lips pressed to her forehead before she dropped it into his chest with despair and her body shook with sobs. As he always did, he held her tightly against him and rocked her gently but silently. Lilli always felt things fully and completely and he never tried to talk her out of doing so. He was her rock as she swayed and bowed to the beats of her overflowing heart. “What if she can’t learn to love me again?” she whimpered into the cloth of his shirt.

“What do you mean again?” he asked, holding her face so he could look her in the eyes. “My love, I promise Rory has never stopped loving you. She doesn’t have to learn how to because her love for you has never been in her mind but in her heart and her soul. That is something no one can ever erase, no matter how powerful they are.” 

“I love you. You know that, right?” she sniffled as his thumbs brushed under her eyes. 

“I do. You always make sure I can feel your love. I love you, too, my Starlight.” With a shaky breath, she rested her cheek back to where his heart lay and closed her eyes, allowing him to lead her in a gentle sway as she evened out her breath and cleared the tears from her eyes. 

“Is that lemon I smell on you? And butter?” 

“Yes. I thought you might be hungry when you arrived so I was in the middle of making you dinner.”

“That’s very sweet of you. I am starving,” she hummed without making any movement to untangle herself from his hold. “Afterwards, might we cuddle in the bath for an obscenely long time?”

“I think I can make myself available for that.” Lilli pressed onto the tips of toes and craned her neck for a kiss, Az still needing to bend down to reach her before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her to a more comfortable height. They only broke apart when a furry paw tapped her cheek.

“Celeste also wants a kiss from you.” He rolled his eyes.

“Celeste is more akin to a minx than a cat.”

“Why? Because she also enjoys snuggling on all your gorgeous muscles?” 

“Lately, she has a penchant for watching me train. Her gaze is very attentive.” Lilli giggled and he kissed her cheeks with his own smile. One he hadn’t let creep across his face for many years before he had offered to her at Starfall a few decades ago. The one that had no reservations and tore down all the walls in his soul and bared everything to the female he loved beyond the meaning of the word. 

“She’s just like her mother. I’m so proud. Now give her a kiss so we can eat.” Celeste closed her eyes as she got her wish and purred with absolute delight. “You think having a cat version of me is bad just imagine-” She stopped herself before she could finish her sentence. 

“Imagine what?” Az let her land back on her feet and he felt the darkness tug in his chest where their half-formed bond also resided. “Finish what you were going to say.” Even though he had known exactly where her mind had led her. 

“Why tease about a future we are not meant to have?”

“Helion is back. I think we should talk to him about the curse.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word on most occasions. The one thing he could not protect his mate from. The thing that brought her such pain and agony that he could never take away from her. 

“I have all I need right here.” Azriel saw the look in her eyes when they passed a little faeling in Velaris. He knew the yearning in her chest. The dreams at her core. “I have you as my mate. And our bond…even in its current status has me bursting with love and joy and I am happy. I am incandescently happy, Azriel, and I don’t want anything to ever threaten that.” For that is exactly the risk that would come with accepting their bond. With a ceremony before a priestess. With a frenzy and the possibility of children. None of it would matter because if she accepted her bond with Azriel then she was cursed to lose him. No dream or desire to be anything other than exactly what she was now could be allowed to threaten that. 

“I just want you happy and safe. That is all I will ever want.” He would follow her lead on this. However she wished to handle it, even if that meant ignoring it, he would oblige. “Now,” he cleared his throat to try and shake the dark cloud that had fallen over them, “I believe my mate used the word starving.” 

“Oh, yes! She very much did.” Lilli began to move towards the house but jumped as his hand made contact with the plush skin of her bottom, Azriel grinning wickedly as she blushed. “I said bath time was after dinner time, Azzie. Don’t try to make me skip the meal you made for me otherwise I would have to cook something for myself.” And every time she made the mistake of entering a kitchen, a building was almost lost. 

“It would be a dereliction of my responsibility to protect you if I allowed that to happen.” And he wasn’t joking in the slightest. 

They spent the next few days in their routine of domesticity. They would train with Cassian in the morning, Azriel would break off for Spymaster duties while Lilli attended to Court business with Amren in Rhys’ absence and they would meet again at their home for dinner which normally included some combination of their family. They talked about everything other than Rhys and Aurora. Anything other than what was going on in the Dawn Court. Anything other than the stories they had begun to hear from other Fae who had been trapped Under the Mountain. Lilli had decreed long ago that her home with Azriel was a place for their family to come together and be happy, to set aside any ill feelings and be embraced by warmth and love. Those conversations could be had at the House of Wind or the Moonstone Palace but never in her sanctuary. 

“That looks like it is going to be delicious,” Lilli hummed one morning. She was sat on the kitchen counter in a silk nightgown that fell to the middle of her shin with a fabric that flowed as she kicked her feet into the air.

“It will be once someone stops distracting me.” It was difficult for Azriel to assemble the custard-soaked bread for baking when one of his hands was being held hostage. He had rested it on his wife’s thigh when he had kissed her a few minutes ago and it had been trapped there between both of hers ever since.

“So now I’m not allowed to want to be near my husband? To want to hold his hand at all times?”

“Not when your stomach was growling and interrupting our morning in bed and he is trying to remedy-”

“You take one morning off from wrestling with Cassian and get all grumpy. He’ll love to hear that when I tell him.” Deciding just his hand wasn’t enough, she wrapped her arms around his bicep and rested her cheek against the muscle. “How much longer until it’s ready?” Azriel chuckled, washing his one hand before maneuvering to stand between her legs.

“How is it,” he started as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, “that the Mother chose me to bless with such a beautifully, affectionately, impatient little mate?” 

“She blessed you to be the luckiest male in the entire world.” She nuzzled her nose against his until he couldn’t contain the smile across his face. 

“That I am.” Their kiss was languid and slow. His hands behind her back on the counter so his arms could squeeze against her sides and keep her steady. Lilli locked her ankles around him and lazily ran her hands over his bare chest as he slipped his tongue to tangle with hers.

It was the way his shadows began to whip frantically that she knew something was wrong. And then it was the way Azriel tensed, tapping the Siphon on top of his hand to scale his Illyrian armor over his body. 

“What do they sense?” she asked as he helped her down to her feet. 

“Intruder. Someone is trying to break through the wards you placed around the house.” He moved towards the door, darkness clouding his eyes and an energy thrumming through his veins that Lilli had only seen a handful of times. Only on the occasions where she had been threatened. Nothing would satisfy him except for the blood of those that threatened his mate. “Stay here and call Cassian-”

“Celeste! Stop!” The white cat burst through the open door and sprinted down the walkway. Lilli ran after her without a second thought, determined to protect one of the beings she loved most from whatever lay at the bottom of that hill. 

“Lilli!” Her name was a roar as Azriel went after her, shadows wrapping around her wrists to urge her to stop. To retreat into the house where they would know she was safe. 

“Lilli? Lilli, it’s me! It’s me!” That voice got her to freeze in an instant. That voice got her to almost drop to her knees. A voice of comfort and love and home. A voice of history and belonging and perpetuity. A voice of remembrance. Rory. 

“Rory? Oh it’s you! It’s really you.” She was sobbing as she ran the rest of the pathway and saw her friend waiting at the entryway through the stone wall. With a wave of her hand, the wards were down and they were barrelling towards each other. “Az almost killed you! What were you thinking?” She crashed into her friend and they fell to the ground in a heap, their arms holding each other as tight as they could possibly stand no other care in the world to be had.

“I was thinking that I need to see you more than anything else. I was not thinking about the normally territorial and protective male being fueled by a mating bond to be even more territorial and protective and how stupid it would be to try and break into his house!” 

“I know you always say you leave the over thinking to me but maybe you need some every once in a while.” The male in question was watching the scene from the sky with a smile, attempting to cool the rage in his blood now that he knew there was no threat. “Please tell me that you being here means my idiot brother gave you your memories back.” Lilli squeezed her eyes shut and kept her face buried in Rory’s shoulder as she waited for her answer.

“How do you think I knew to come looking for you here?” The place that had always been just for the two of them. Where all their hopes and dreams had been planted. Where all their secrets had been shared. Where a vision of the future had been painted right before their eyes.

“I’m sorry I brought a boy here. To our special place. He’ll leave if I ask him to.” Rory laughed and squeezed her tighter for just a second before kissing her forehead and pulling away. 

“He can stay. But only if you tell me if the wingspan correlation rumors are true,” she whispered with a wiggle of her brows.

“Aurora Luca, it is so fucking true. It is like an assault on my throat each and every day trying to get him deeper-” She paused when the male in question cleared his throat in interruption. “Az! Look who’s here!” Lilli made sure Rory’s hand was firmly locked into place around hers and they stood, Rory wrapping him in a one armed hug as best she could. 

“It’s good to see you. Good to have you back.” Azriel kissed her temple and smiled at his wife. Her happiness was practically beaming out of his own chest with how strong it was. How all consuming the sense of joy that radiated through her was.

“I missed you, Az. I see you took good care of our girl while I was away.” He and Lilli locked eyes, a thousand versions of love and commitment passing between them without a single word. They were both sheepish and silent as they thought of the carnal ways in which he’d learn to take care of her, take care of each other, but also the softer ways. The morning routine of laughter and kisses and a shared breakfast before they started their day. The evening routine of bathing together and Az listening to her detail her entire day and Celeste curling up between them. And all the moments in between. They had found a rhythm despite the agony over losing Rhysand and Rory. They had found solace in each other in the darkest of times. Everything about coming together had been so simple. “Okay I see I have a lot of catching up to do with you two. I don’t remember such loaded, mutual staring going on before.”

“He loves me. Isn’t it sweet?” Lilli teased as she finally turned her lovestruck gaze back to her friend. 

“Reductive,” Azriel teased back with a quick flick of her nose, “I’m going to go stretch my wings a little bit. Give you two some time alone and work the urge to maim out of my system.” His eyes were still a shade too dark and his Siphons were still glowing with unreleased power. 

“I’m sure Rory will still be here when you get back. You’ll at least spend the night, won’t you?” 

“Of course. As long as I’m not intruding on any plans.” Rory felt a gentle knock on the shield around her mind and parted it just enough for her friend to slip through. We can delay the next round of training my gag reflex. No need to worry. “You’re incorrigible,” Rory laughed as she pushed Lilli out. 

“My two favorite people will be under the roof of the home I love. I literally might burst.” Az stepped forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close though she kept her grip on her friend’s hand. He kissed the tip of her nose.

“Make sure you eat some breakfast, okay? I love you. Won’t be gone too long.”

“I love you, too. Be safe!” After one last kiss, he shot into the sky and Lilli watched until he disappeared completely from her vision.

“So…you and Az?”

“Yeah. Me and Az.”

----

“And then I started crying and pushing him away because of all the people in the world to be my mate, to be the person I’m destined to ruin, of course it’s Azriel. And I was like no it can’t be you, I wouldn’t be able to stand hurting you and he was like a moment with you is worth a thousand lifetimes and I just absolutely gave in. How could I even speak after that?” Lilli popped another piece of toast into her mouth and offered Helia a lick of syrup where she sat in her lap.

“He’s the only one who’s ever been able to render you speechless,” Rory mused. “This is really fucking good by the way. Does he always cook for you like this?”

“He has been. Now that Rhys is back and the borders are open he’ll probably be spending less time here. Catching up on all the spy stuff and whatnot.” A sense of melancholia settled over them. Rory knew the way Lilli latched onto the people she loved. How she derived every bit of strength needed to get through her day by being with loved ones. Rory could imagine how deeply she had leaned on Azriel during these past decades when she had lost two sources of her liveliness. How the connection between their souls and the love they shared was a drug she was already addicted to.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to spend more time in Dawn or I’ll be spending more time here. The guest bedroom at the end of the hall did look particularly warm and cozy.” 

“Please say that to Azriel when he gets back. I literally picked out those blankets because I knew you’d like them and he argued with me about the type of stone for the fireplace but I knew you’d get it. The room is hardly for a guest. It’s for you. I’ll make sure you’re keyed to the wards before I go to sleep tonight.” Lilli squeezed her friend’s knee with a smile that quickly faded as she realized tears were forming in Rory’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Cauldron, is it the stone of the fireplace? Az was right, grey looks dull in there. Let me make some calls-”

“It’s not the stone. The stone is lovely. The grey is perfect.” She swallowed thickly and Lilli stroked her thumb over her pant leg in comfort. “I’m just so happy for you. And I’m so sad I missed out on watching you fall in love and watching you get married and build this home and this life you always dreamed of. It breaks my heart I wasn’t there every step of the way with you.” It broke her heart that life had gone on while she was Under the Mountain. It broke her heart that hadn’t thought once about Lilli or her brothers or anyone else she loved while she was under there. That she had to forget them in order to survive. 

“You don’t ever have to apologize to me about that. You were there for all the moments that mattered. The day I learned his name. The day I learned what it meant to love him as more than a friend. Fuck, Rory, you are the one who went with him to buy the ring I’m wearing before I even admitted to him how I felt. You knew he was my destiny before I did because you know me better than I know myself.” Helia jumped to join Celeste on Rory’s lap, Lilli squishing herself onto the chair so she could hold her friend close. “You’re going to be there for all the ones that have still yet to happen, just as I am for you. I’m certain of it.” They simply held each other until their breathing evened, their cats curling around them in a protective warmth as well. 

“You’re my sister. More than a friend or a best friend. We’re sisters.” Rory turned over her palm to show the crescent moon on the inside of her wrist. Lilli smiled and did the same to show the matching tattoo of a rising sun.

“The first bargain we ever made. To always be friends. Still going strong even though our mother’s wanted to kill us.” They laughed and once the quiet fell over them again, Lilli couldn’t help the question that was nipping at the back of her mind. “There is one thing you said when I was in Dawn a few days ago. I haven’t been able to shake it.”

“I’m sorry if it was something insensitive or that I should have known not to say. I’ve made that mistake more than a few times since I’ve been back.” 

“No you…you made a comment about how I was the first female you’d seen and how I am in a healthy relationship and you wanted my advice.” Rory rolled her eyes.

“If you’re asking if I went to see Jax, the answer is no. I haven’t.” 

“You asked me about Eris Vanserra.” Rory froze where she had been reaching for another piece of toast before remembering the perceptive gaze she was under and adjusting back to normalcy. “I know he was there with you and Rhys. Did something happen? Did he hurt you?”

“No.” It was slow. Almost calculated. “We spent a few moments together. He did not harm me in any of them.” Lilli wanted to push. Scrape at the meaningless words that held back a rush of feelings. She could sense them percolating right at the surface.

“Okay. Is that all?” Because her first conversation back with her friend after almost five decades had been her asking about Eris Vanserra. Something was different. Something had changed. Even in the fog of memories, the fireling had come to her forefront.

“I still haven’t had a lot of time to process everything, Lil. If something comes up in my memories from there, you’ll be the first to know.” One day she might even open her mind to her friend and let her see for herself what life Under the Mountain had been like. But that day was not today.

Lilli decided not to press any further. There was enough change in her friend’s life for one day and she was certain that every day for the near future would bring about further adjustments. Amarantha may have been defeated but the King of Hybern was still looming on the horizon. The Courts were still restless after so long without their leaders. Now was the time to band together with those important to you. To hold them close and cherish every second they had. Lilli knew that everyone she loved, and herself included, had battle barreling towards them. She was content to just live in this moment as long as possible. No matter what questions remained unanswered. 

“You being here makes me feel whole again,” Lilli said after she moved back to her own chair and they sipped their tea in a few moments of silence. “I love you and can’t wait for all the new memories we are going to make together. All the adventures we still have ahead of us.” She held out her tattooed hand and Rory clasped it with her own.

“Cauldron, we have so much havoc wreaking to catch up on, don’t we? Let’s start tomorrow. I think a blanket fort by the fire is what we have in store for tonight.” Rory laughed but Lilli didn’t, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “I love you, too, Lil.” She softened instantly and pulled her best friend in for a hug. For all the change, there would always be things that remained the same. 

Lilliwen, Princess of Starlight, loved her family and loved her friends fiercely and wouldn’t change anything about any of them for the world. She would protect them just as fiercely. And she would keep their secrets, and keep her own, until the world was ash around her.

And if Eris Vanserra had taken advantage of her best friend, her sister, in her most vulnerable state, she would find out. And his father would be the least of his problems. 

That was a promise.

[secretsinthevoid]

Every so often the pickle war gets brought up or restarted somehow. I swear that’s the only beef these two have with one another nowadays. Poor Eris finally got dragged into it.

-Atlas

[queercontrarian]

Eris Week OC Project Masterlist

I wanted to do something community-focused for Eris Week 2024 so I drew a collection of drawings of original characters shipped with Eris for @erisweekofficial.

Original Project Announcement

This is my full masterlist for this project, which I am posting for the last day of Eris Week 2024, Free Day.

dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

These are our beautiful contestants seeking to become the next Lady/Lord Consort of Autumn:

From left to right:

@secret-third-thing's Gianna of Montesere

@sarawritestories's Estella

@klaus1387's Ashley

@fieldofdaisiies's Ada

@jon-snows-man-bun's Aisling

@zenkindoflove 's Alexius

@climbthemountain2020's Matilda

@separatist-apologist's Arina

@lucienarcheron's Iris

@nocasdatsgay's Celeste

@afandomangel's Lyra Castellan

Click the links to find out more about each OC and consider showing the fics and authors they were created for and by some love!

Happy Eris Week! Remember, every week can be Eris Week if you want it to be!