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The Inevitability of Hello

It's been three months since the fire. One month since Beron Vanserra was incarcerated in federal prison for life. One week since Eris attended the worst mandated therapy session where a life raft was thrown to him; one last shot. Couples-therapy-but-not with a firefighter who was there the horrific night the Vanserra estate burned down. 

Surely this couldn’t go wrong.

Chapter Two -

There was a time, before Eris could really remember, when the Vanserras and Mercers were relatively close. Close in the sense that they would go to the same private beach on family vacations, happen to see each other there, and continue on the rest of the week in an odd pantomime of neighbors who were comfortable being cheek to jowl all the time.  Not family barbeques, but business deals. There was no volleyball game with parents versus kids; it was more of orange-spiced whiskey in crystal glasses. Every now and then, Eris would glance up at the blank, lidless windows of the beach house and spot their fathers on the second-story balcony. Talking. Always talking.  There was a foreboding sense to it all. Like his mother had warned him, with all these trips to the beach, to never turn his back on the ocean. It was too powerful, too unpredictable. Eris could see a horizon of nothing but flat, glass water, and the next second, he could be swept away. Taken completely because he had trusted his own flawed judgement and miscalculated the true danger at his back.

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how i feel making azriel gay as fuck bcs i want to

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my pretty Jules,

Just want to say 'promised' was a whole meal. Soooo good and your smut is always top tier

I never pictured Eris as omega and came in skeptical bc I always see Azriel as the omega in Azris a/b/o. Also it just feels wrong to imagine a HL as an omega? I also don't like to see Eris as feminine in fan art or fics but I don't think you did that.d

Anyways, thanks for introducing me to brat Eris omega. now I need more!

Did you call me pretty, anon? bats lashes

Thank you for these kind words! promised was the first (and I think only) Omega Eris Vanserra tag on AO3 when I made it, so I agree it’s rare. There’s another longer fic that features Eris as omega. It’s called The High Lady, the Shadowsinger and the Omega.

I agree re: not wanting to depict Eris as a stand-in for a female in an MM ship. I tried hard to walk that line and give him the “softer/more vulnerable” side of an omega balanced with the fact that he’s a powerful and magical male, a High Lord’s son, and war general.

I strived to show that the relationship between power, gender (secondary), and sex are not easy, all-or-nothing binaries. They’re intersectional and more of an “and” versus “or” situation.

So Eris can be both High Lord’s heir: immensely powerful in magic and body, high in societal status, and omega—the one who categorically “receives” in a sexual relationship and are by definition (although that’s AU dependent) more submissive.

Azriel can be alpha, warrior, spymaster, muscled Shadowsinger AND vulnerable and insecure—pining for intimacy and romance.

I’m yapping. But I am glad some of this came out in my story and appreciate you reading 🖤

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2025/08/05 Writing Update

Ongoing

Current Focus & Next Release: A Taste of Evening Honey - Azris | Ch 4/22 | Rated E for Extra Spicy (though spice will be on the back half)

Looking to release in mid-late August. Expected to need three drafts. Currently about 30% draft two. This will probably be a shorter chapter. This chapter will bring part 1 to a close (woohoo!!)

Three Days, Four Nights - Azris | Ch 5/? | Rated E for Extra Spicy

Chapter 5 was just released last week!! Woohoo!! :D Currently on cooldown.

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We are so back!

After nearly a year, @moonpatroclus @cauldronblssd and I decided to revisit our bat boy series. We had free reign with this one and we thought, “What better way to finish the series than with a lovely view of Azriel’s back muscles?”

Thank you again to the.angel.incarnate for bringing our vision to life! They took our request for “slutty back” and made this masterpiece. So happy we could finish out our series with them <3

Art by @/the.angel.incarnate, commissioned by @panicatthenightcourt @cauldronblssd and @moonpatroclus

Please do not repost.

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Wow the coloring style is gorgeous!!

WIP this is definitely canon, fight me

Azriel from ACOTAR

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red death🩸

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The Bitching of Beron Vanserra

Pairing: Bryaxis x Beron Vanserra

Summary: Bryaxis flees to Autumn after the war, ravishing a fishing village to carve out solace. Their presence seemed invariable to his forces or sons so Beron attempts to drive out the invading monster by his lonesome. A mighty High Lord with lifetimes of battle training and an alpha designation to boot was nothing to snort at. It was also nothing to Bryaxis, not when they needed peace.

Snippet below the divider and all 5.2k over on ao3 for free day of @acotar-omegaverse-week 🫶

Too many arduous centuries have passed for Beron to still be shocked there were some things he’d have to handle himself or they would never be accomplished.

When Eris kneeled before his throne and reported a laughable failure after being tasked to lure, trap and expel ‘Bryaxis,’ Beron knew what had to be done.

Night, those incompetent fools, had let loose and lost control of the monstrous being, who had found a clearing smack dab in Vasherham to call home.

“I’ll take care of it myself,” Beron grumbled, rising from his velvet cushion to amble towards the courtyard. Not even he, as High Lord of the damn place, could winnow within the throne room. Precautionary methods.

“Apologies, father.” Eris kept his head hung. The beta knew his place well.

He looked back when he reached the archway, “Stand up, Eris,” he ordered gently but firmly, a soothing wave of mulberry and headying his command with lordly power.

Beron had already winnowed before Eris could unbend a knee.

The expected smell of fish guts was jarringly absent as Beron appeared. All smells were absent. All of it was jarring.

Trees and grass had ripped from the soil now bare to fog clouded sun. Only one, malnourished and charred tree of birch stood amidst the chaos. The dirt penetrating his penny loafers made him cringe as he strode towards where a dock should be.

Much to his dismay but little to his shock, the row of gutting and bartering stands were ruined. The dock itself was ashamble. Beron swallowed sand as he took in the damage, the lack of life and sorrow. Where was everyone? Why was no one mourning this loss? Where was the spared messenger? Where was the fucking purpose!? This was but a fishing town!

He couldn’t smell himself, his powers felt dimmed, rationed.

The drumming of his heartbeat was the only sound and it alone was overwhelming, thumping. Despair led him to spiral, he comforted himself that it was because he was distracted that his shield wasn’t tripped by the voice timbering beneath his skin.

He knew though, he knew deep down his mind would’ve had no chance against the Sigma.

Leave. Now. This is no longer yours.

His body froze of its own doing, the fog thickened. The voice was masculine, deep and gravelly, like the groan of timbering trees, ancient and final, it burrowed beneath his skin and strummed his spine.

“Show yourself, thief,” Beron spat.

Brace yourself, fireboy.

This vision of Bryaxis was a reference to @velidewrites fanart of him, I’ve been drooling thank you 💗 and thank you so much @jules-writes-stories for beta reading ily mamas, and @the-darkestminds for helping with conceptualization, I love conceiving things with u pookie! And thank you @thesourcabbage @nus4y and @queercontrarian for feedback 🧎‍♀️😘😘💗

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Eris deserves to be pinned down, whimpering, as Azriel rides Eris's dick into the sunset.

Eris already had his childhood stolen from him. People can't take power bottom Azriel away from him too. 🥺

Public Service Announcement

Bottoming still does not always equal submissive. Being more feminine, still, does not always equal bottoming. The converse are true, too!

Free your minds from the gender binary. We’re already writing faerie porn, do we gotta bring patriarchal gender norms into it too?

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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY

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Teenage cassian (complete and utter menace)

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promised | day 5 | ravaged and ruined

Azris A/B/O written for @acotar-omegaverse-week

Chapter 2/2 on AO3

Snippet below the cut (Explicit-ish)

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Azriel nudges Eris down onto his back, then parting his thighs, stretches above him. He nips at the omega's scent gland, drawing out a gasp. “Shadowsinger." 

"Not my name," Azriel whispers, and gathering the slick from Eris’s thigh, enters him again with two fingers. Eris’s hand moves to his hair, tugging on his curls.

"Bat." The brat is back in his voice. 

At this little show of defiance, Azriel pumps his fingers deeper and the male’s breath hitches, hips rolling back to meet his hand. 

He chuckles dark and arrogant. “That’s not it either, Eris.” He leans in against the pretty, pointed ear. “Say my name and I’ll give you anything.”

Eyes still closed, Eris makes a sound low in his throat. “Please, alpha.” 

“Hmmm, that’s pretty, but not what I asked for.” He licks a line down the arched ear and the prince releases a full body shiver. 

“Azriel,” he whispers as if tasting it in his mouth for the first time. 

"Azriel," Eris pleads again, his muscles tightening around the scarred fingers spreading him. "I'm close...I'm—"

"Beautiful." Azriel curls his fingers before adding another. "That’s perfect, Autumn. Come on my hand."

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Ahhhh Sam Reid the internet loves you this week (and rightly so). And lo, with some red hair, contacts, and a pointy ear you make the most wonderful (modern) Eris.

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little itty bitty babies

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Moth-Eaten

Mor x Vassa - Teen - 600 words

Warning: Graphic violence

Tags: Growing old, dementia, angst

My hand slipped lol. @buffy-vanserra your post & comment inspired me. Thank you for your brilliant ship dynamics.

Vassa remembered. They knew the minute he died.

The cavern shook. A boulder fell, crushing—what was her name? Vassa could remember her face—doe-like green eyes, blonde hair that curled in ringlets, a kind smile. A fae. She'd been there, under the lake, for centuries. The rock crushed her, blood spattering all of them.

Then the roar. The lake falling above them, sluicing through the subterranean maze. Screams. The wall of water slammed against her, crushing the breath out of her. Panic seized her chest. Her skirts tangled with her legs. The water rendered them heavy.

She breathed, icy water filling her lungs. She…

She…

Vassa lifted her gnarled, wrinkled hand.

"Do you need something?"

Vassa turned towards the voice. A young, blonde fae lay on the bed next to her, lowering her book to her stomach.

Fear seized Vassa. What was a fae doing beyond The Wall?

Vassa made to jerk away, but her body was slow, weak. Terror gripped her as she looked down upon her thin arms, covered in age spots.

"What manner of foul magic have you placed upon me?" She didn't recognize her own voice: spindly and thin. "How'd you slip through the Wall?"

A sad smile spread over the blonde's face. Her pointed ears transformed to human, rounded ones. Her ethereal immortality waned.

Vassa sneered. "Do not attempt to bewitch me you…"

She looked around her. The mountains bordering Rask were framed by the lead paned windows set into the curved, whitewashed stone walls. Long strings of wax hung from the wrought iron chandelier above her—a priceless gift from Prythian after the human war. She was in the east tower's bedroom. But… but the furniture was different. The mahogany chair was new, a gift from her father for her coming-of-age. It was upholstered with blue velvet. Now it was red.

"What—" Vassa turned to the blonde again when—

She remembered.

That blonde's dark eyes that would glow almost red in the right light: the setting sun, or naked in front of the fire. Those red painted lips that Vassa took pleasure in smudging across her mouth. The safety Vassa felt when encircled in those strong, lithe arms. The countless stretching days they'd spent in Vassa's castle as time bent Vassa's back, thinned her hair, narrowed her vision.

"Mor," Vassa whispered. She picked apart the smile that spread across Mor's face: joy, relief, sadness.

"There you are." Mor tucked a thin, grey curl behind Vassa's ear. "I love you, glow bug."

Fear welled in Vassa's chest. She had so much to say before she forgot again. "I love you, Mor. I—The succession—My niece—"

"It's arranged," Mor said softly, kissing Vassa's temple. "The succession act has been drafted. The land to the north will be left to the priestesses. Jurian is still alive, the old bastard. Lu, Elaine, and the younglings send their love."

Vassa closed her eyes in relief. Mor leaned her head on Vassa's shoulder, whispering, "You did well, glow bug. You were a good queen."

Frustrated tears pricked at Vassa's eyes. "I love you, ladybird. I'm so sor—"

She was…

She was saying something.

Vassa's eyes fluttered open. A tear slipped out. Why was she crying?

Vassa noticed the young blonde woman on the bed next to her. "Beg your pardon. I am flattered, but I am a married woman. And far too old for you."

The young woman pulled back, her eyes shiny with tears. Vassa felt for her, but it was best to nip the infatuation in the bud.

But…

But the young woman reminded her of someone.

"That didn't stop you, did it?" The young woman cracked a smile, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Something, half-remembered, arose in Vassa's mind. An old manor. The young woman was there. Prythian. And then…

And then…

And then it was gone.

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There's some beautiful symmetry in the possibility of a Morrigan x Vassa pairing.

Walk with me: Mor who loved a human queen and lost her once before...Vassa who knew and loved that queen's descendant and lost her too...Both who have known what it is to be kept and bound.

Very bittersweet for Morrigan to fall in love with another human. And maybe this time she can watch her queen grow old, but in the end, she'll lose her just like the last.

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There's some beautiful symmetry in the possibility of a Morrigan x Vassa pairing.

Walk with me: Mor who loved a human queen and lost her once before...Vassa who knew and loved that queen's descendant and lost her too...Both who have known what it is to be kept and bound.

Very bittersweet for Morrigan to fall in love with another human. And maybe this time she can watch her queen grow old, but in the end, she'll lose her just like the last.

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promised | day 4 | ties

Azris A/B/O written for @acotar-omegaverse-week

Chapter 1/2 on AO3| Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow

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Eris releases a pained whimper and leans forward. 

Help him. Every alpha instinct cries out for him to take control and make Eris his. But it would be wrong to take advantage of an omega in heat, and certainly one who wants nothing to do with Azriel outside of this moment. 

When Eris sways slightly on his feet, Azriel reaches out to place a hand at the small of his back. 

Another wave of the omega’s scent hits him. Sex and smoke, an orchard in a rainstorm. 

“You’re going into heat, Eris. Where is your alpha?” His instincts rage against offering this soft, fertile omega to another. 

Eris is standing there smelling like something Azriel should bite or kiss, could snap open and drink. Hel, Azriel wants his omega on all fours, presenting. No. Not his. Eris is not—

“I don’t have one.” The omega’s voice is low as he shrugs on a green silken robe. It appears almost black in the soft candlelight. The flush of his skin heightens with the sweet scent of slick. 

Some undercurrent of sadness presses against Azriel’s ribs, at that same tender spot beneath his breastbone. “What do you mean? Who sees you through your heats?” 

A soft scoff.

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