#climbthemountain2020

[climbthemountain2020]

ClimbTheMountain's Masterlist

Find me on Ao3

Fics

Flame of Autumn | Ao3 (complete) Eris x OC, arranged marriage, allies to lovers

Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met | Ao3 (in progress) Feysand, A Fairytale/Fate Retelling AU

Hope of Spring | Ao3 (complete) Tamlin x OC, Modern Girl in Prythian

Remains of Spring | Ao3 (complete) Tamlin x OC, Tamlin POV oneshots from Hope of Spring

A Heartbreak in Mid-December | Ao3 (complete) Elucien, Angst with a Happy Ending, oneshot

Solstice Gifts | Ao3 (complete) Feysand, Just the Sweetest Fluff, oneshot

Pages Turned | Ao3 (complete) Nesta, Character Study, oneshot

Love You Like Oxygen | Ao3 (complete) Helion x LoA, mini-series

every single thing to come | Ao3 (complete) Lady of Autumn, oneshot

Still Beautiful Things | Ao3 Eris Vanserra, Childhood bargain

The Adventure | Ao3 Eris Vanserra, Modern AU oneshot, brotherly bonding

Art by Me Moodboards Miscellaneous

[tamlinweek]

Tamlin Creator Appreciation: climbthemountain2020

The Tamlin creator we're giving a shoutout to today is @climbthemountain2020! Their Tamlin/Female OC epic novel, The Hope of Spring, is a fan favorite!

Summary for The Hope of Spring:

"Penny decided that perhaps with her injuries treated and some rest, she could at least find out where she was. If he wanted to hurt her, he seemed like he had more than the means to without luring her further into his house. Taking another breath that she felt tugged every single one of her ribs around in her chest, she braced herself and walked forward into the dark hallway." OR Penny Briggs crash lands into the Spring Court and must figure out where she fits into this strange but familiar new world.

"I like the way she writes Tamlin's redemption arc as healing. No one is doing the work for him but himself! She writes him in a way that makes me rethink the narrative around him, and I think that it shifted my perspective on how I was viewing him. I also really like how uses her OC to support him through it, rather than pull him out of it by herself."

Tamlin Week is almost here! Be sure to check out our pinned post, which has the prompts, dates, and guidelines.

[separatist-apologist]

An early @elucienweekofficial treat to combat the Wednesday Horrors. Major thanks to @/fremuard for putting this together for us.

As always, thank you to the members of the elucienati for contributing to this piece and their continued and sustained friendship! I am so deeply grateful to you all!

@kataravimes-of-the-shire | @octobers-veryown | @shadowisles-writes | @velidewrites | @climbthemountain2020 | @the-lonelybarricade | @areyoudreaminof | @moonpatroclus | @belabellissima | @cauldronblssd | @popjunkie42 | @reispinkoveralls | @ablogofsapphicpanic | @wilde-knight | @soopsiedaisies | @howlingcaptaincommando | @starry-mantle | @shardminds | @gaeleria | @tunaababee | @shadowriel | @thelovelymadone | @witch-and-her-witcher

[erisweekofficial]

Fanfic

One Year Later (OC x Eris) by @afandomangel 👑

Until I see you again (OC x Eris) by @mika-no-sekai-blog

Protection (Eris x Reader) by @littlest-w01f 👑

All’s well that ends well to end up with you (Eris x Reader) by @daycourtofficial ��

yea, though i walk (Azris) by @brunetterebel010 👑

What Could Have Been (Eris x Elain) by @nocasdatsgay

Suffering his Scent (Azris) by @neciebee 👑

Falling For You (Eris x Reader) by @bubybubsters

Hold Me While You Wait (Eris x OC) by @fieldofdaisiies

Bedroom manners (Eris x Reader) by @lady-of-tearshed 👑

Pinky Promise (Eris x Reader) by @pit-and-the-pen👑

Still Beautiful Things by @climbthemountain2020 👑

Pull Me in Deeper Ch 17 (Eris x OC) by @zenkindoflove 👑

Ensnaring Marks (Eris x Reader) by @surielstea 👑

A Bond of Song & Flames Ch 1 (Eris x OC) by @sadiegirl2021 👑

Under the Weeping Beech (Azris) by @chunkypossum

Waiting for You (Eris x Reader) by @mcuamerica 👑

Day 1 - Bonds | Bargains by @clockwork-ashes 👑

A Wound So Deep (Azris) by @acourtofladydeath

An Unconventional Bargain by @hellcat8908 👑

Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows Ch 22 (Azris) by @jules-writes-stories 👑

Of Our Own Devices (Eris x Reader) by @illyrianbitch 👑

Gone Through Enough (Eris x Reader) by @thelov3lybookworm

The Uncertainty of Spring (Eris x OC) by @daycourtofficial 👑

Tomorrow Can Wait (Azris) by @myromanempiree 👑

By Turns by @jon-snows-man-bun 👑

Roots In My Dreamland (Eris x OC) by @lucienarcheron

Always An Angel, Never A God (Eris x OC) by @chairofchaos 👑

Your Scars on My Pulse (Azris) by @shadowsandlint 👑

To Dust or To Gold Ch 2 (Neris) by @queercontrarian

An Exchange in Etiquette (Eris x Reader) by @qwimblenorrisstan 👑

Into the Dark (Eris x Reader) by @prythianpages 👑

Lady Luck (Eris x OC) by @ginandtobacco 👑

Bond (Azris) by @thomasisaslut 👑

Being Seen (Eris x Elain) by @vague-shadows 👑

The Crushing Burden of Those Before Us (Eris x Reader) by @dee-writes-smut 👑

A Page From Another's Book (Eris x Reader) by @readychilledwine

Autumn Leaves (Eris x Reader) by @mirandasidefics

Fanart

Eris' bond with Autumn by @elleybug 👑

Eris x Alexius by @zenkindoflove 👑

Neris Art by @rosesncarnations

Worried Eris by @secret-third-thing

Eris and his mate by @/artbyellat (on instagram)

Azris Art by @moonpatroclus & @cauldronblssd (@lucychanart)

Eris Week, Day 1: Bonds (Azris) by @the-darkestminds 👑

Misc.

day one : bonds ( m o t h e r ) by @spore-loser 👑

Eris Week Moodboard by @fieldofdaisiies

Chopin by @chairofchaos 👑

Vanserra brothers in a modern AU by @wishfulimaginings 👑

Thank you for all your contributions! It’s incredible and almost unbelievable how many stories and creative ideas you’ve brought to life on just the first day!

There was a bit of confusions about the crowns- so sorry for that. If it's your first eris week, let us know! If we missed giving you a 👑, please let us know so we can add it to the masterlist. We'll make sure that all masterlists are up to date before the full event masterlist is released 🧡

(divider by @tsunami-of-tears)

[chunkypossum]

@jules-writes-stories I love that comparison especially when you consider Francesca and Paolo thought their love was beautiful but it put them in Hell. Ultimately, Francesca doesn't take responsibility for her actions, claiming that his love was so strong she had no choice but to reciprocate... Kind of how SJM mating bonds feel to me and partially why I am out to rewrite how they operate in this fic… Very similar to how our two idiots found themselves doubting the love they built in What We Deserve. I also really love how it fits the title. I was going to save this and refine it some more and release it with the next chapter but I keep fucking with it instead of writing so I'm hoping if I post I can forget it and continue drafting. For now, here's an peek at What We Deserve Chapter 8.

Too heavy to hold up on his own any longer, Eris’ head fell to the side, his gaze cast upon the floor. Dulled amber eyes, barely split open to the world, found his father’s umber stare one last time. Breath like the rattling of dried bones labored back and forth between the High Lord’s cracked and bloodied lips where he lay dying. All while the sweetest cries from the male whose arms were wrapped around Eris battled those horrible sounds. Azriel was begging the Mother to bring Eris back to him.  I’m here. Eris wanted to say, but could not.  I won’t leave. He promised anyway, hoping it wouldn’t turn out to be a lie.  Perhaps it was another hallucination from an air-starved mind. As Eris’ breathing halted and his vision darkened around the edges, he noticed Beron’s hand twitch. His father’s fingers seemed to inch toward Eris’ limp ones hanging out of Azriel’s hold. Time suspended at that moment where, at the end of it all, Beron might have finally been showing the love Eris had craved all of his life. Evident only by the shade of a scorch mark hidden in the pattern of the polished marble.  A scorch mark that no one would ever see and Eris would pretend to have never noticed.  A touch of a smile tried to lift in one corner of Eris’ mouth as Beron’s fingers, warm for the last time, reached for his son. Though he wasn’t sure he ever managed it as Beron’s eyes glassed over and he exhaled his last breath.

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train : @talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot @fell-in-luvs @fieldofdaisiies @aktrain @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @secret-third-thing @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @youvereachedthenearest-lovergirl @baileybird71 @skyesayshi @yanny-77 @areyoudreaminof @unanswered-stars @futurehunt @ninthcircleofprythian @matrixsss @going-through-shit @c-starstuff-man0 @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @krowiathemythologynerd @cauldronblssd @hieragalbatorixdottir @yourlazykitkat @hellolordling @christeareads @climbthemountain2020 @lilah-asteria  @shadowsandlint @acourtofbatboydreams @theeternalstruggle @molcat07 

Inspired by — Roberto Ferri, Vanitas | Paolo e Francesca

[nerisweek]

Thank you so much to everybody who created content for this week. Your contributions to Neris Week meant a lot. Another thank you for all of the likes and reblogs.

Full masterlist beneath the cut.

Day One - Favourite Moments

Collage by @spore-loser

Art by @iocaisaint

Collage by @theladyofbloodshed

Collage by @theladyofbloodshed

Collage by @spore-loser

Art by @theladyofbloodshed

Collage by @washmchineheart

Poem by @sonics-atelier

Art by @arson-09

Day Two - Mirrors

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Poem by @theladyofbloodshed

Art by @rosesncarnations

Art by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Collage by @climbthemountain2020

Collage by @spore-loser

Poem by @sonics-atelier

Writing by @ysmtttty

Collage by @washmchineheart

Fic by @gwandas

Day Three - Headcanons

Art by @iocaisaint

Headcanons by @ysmtttty

Recipe by @theladyofbloodshed

Fic by @kateprincessofbluewhales

Headcanons by @theladyofbloodshed

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Collage by @spore-loser

Collage by @spore-loser

Headcanons by @anishake

Headcanons by @thedickgraysons

Collage by @kateprincessofbluewhales

Fic by @wishfulimaginings

Moodboard and Headcanons by @sonics-atelier

Art by @arson-09

Collage and Headcanons by @hellowitchlingg

Headcanons by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Day 4 - NSFW

Fic by @ysmtttty

Art by @iocaisaint

Fic by @theladyofbloodshed

Collage by @shadowqueenjude

Art by @rosesncarnations

Art by @rosesncarnations

Collage by @spore-loser

Poem by @sonics-atelier

Headcanons by @shi-daisy

Moodboard by @kateprincessofbluewhales

Day 5 - AU Day

Fic by @kateprincessofbluewhales

Academic rivals by @washmchineheart

Ballet Dancer Fic by @stuff-i-found-while-crying

Art by @iocaisaint

Anastasia by @theladyofbloodshed

Modern Au Fic by @theladyofbloodshed

Moodboard and snippet by @ysmtttty

Vipers Art by @rosesncarnations

Phantom of the Opera Art by @autumns-high-lady

101 Dalmatians by @lainalit

One Night Stand by @spore-loser

One Night Stand Part Two by @spore-loser

Fic by @sonics-atelier

ASOIAF by @kataraavatara

Model/Actor Art by @arson-09

Fic by @a-court-of-valkyries

Fic by @gwandas

Day 6 - Future

Fic by @theladyofbloodshed

ACOTF by @theladyofbloodshed

Fic by @foxcort

Art by @rosesncarnations

Collage by @spore-loser

Collage by @spore-loser

Art by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Poem by @sonics-atelier

Day 7 - Free Day

Art by @iocaisaint

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Art by @rosesncarnations

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Playlist by @lainalit

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Art by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Art by @sad-scarred-sassy

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Art by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Collage by @spore-loser

Meme by @theladyofbloodshed

Limericks by @theladyofbloodshed

Meme by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Fic by @kataraavatara

Fic by @sad-scarred-sassy

Limericks by @sonics-atelier

[officialrhysandweek]

Rhysand Week 2024 Masterlist

Thanks to everyone who contributed to our annual Rhysand week! We loved seeing everyones posts and interpretations of the Most Delightful High Lord.

For writers, please feel free to add your submissions to the 2024 AO3 Collection

Day 1: Adolescence

Birthday by @littlest-w01f

Family Portrait by @copypastus

Good Older Brother by @thrumugnyr

Trials and Tribulations by @readychilledwine

Day 2: Carynthian

Alive by @littlest-w01f

Carynthian Warrior by @cauldronblssd @panicatthenightcourt and @moonpatroclus

A Night to Celebrate by @readychilledwine

Day 3: Loved Ones

Snow by @littlest-w01f

What Does it Mean to Love and be Loved? by @dusk-muse

Taken Away from Him by @colorlesschristmastree

You Up? pt. 2 by @praetorqueenreyna

Before the Sun Rose by @thelov3lybookworm

GO FOR IT, RHYSAND! by @copypastus

What Once Was Lost by @readychilledwine

Warming up to Spring by @thrumugnyr

Day 4: Lord of Night

Punishment by @littlest-w01f

The Lord of Night by @amnevitahdrawsstuff

Different Kinds of Darkness by @cauldronblssd and @moonpatroclus

A Helping Hand by @readychilledwine

Lord of Night moodboard by @climbthemountain2020

Day 5: Survivor

Safe by @littlest-w01f

5 Steps Forward, 2 Steps Back by @readychilledwine

Bound and Bloody by @copypastus

Day 6: Worlds Axis

How Villains Are Made by @littlest-w01f

Kings and Queens by @littlest-w01f

A Dance With Danger by @readychilledwine

Day 7: Free Day

Bakery by @littlest-w01f

Fireball by @littlest-w01f

Across the Universe by @amnevitahwritesstuff

Disheveled Rhys by @fourteentrout

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days Rhysta AU by @praetorqueenreyna

Rhysta RomCom Movie Posters by @copypastus

Violet Eyes by @ladymidnight-goesforth

Night Falling by @popjunkie42

AU: Interview with the Vampire by @queercontrarian

A Long Night by Anonymous

[elucienweekofficial]

Instagram ・ AO3 Collection ・ Twitter ・ Event Masterlist

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2024! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to share their creativity and engage with the week!

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poems:

Healing by @shadowqueenjude

Take Me To Church (Sneak Peek) by @allwaswellllll

Splendor Solis by @fimproda

Dancing Barefoot by @zenkindoflove

ACOWAR (Elucien's Version) by @crazy-ache

It's Just a Burning Memory by @the-darkestminds

Beauty Marks by @fieldofdaisiies

Better Days by @shallyne

Dressing Room Dilemma by @yaralulu

New Phone, Who 'Dis? by @writtenonreceipts

Mine For A Moment by @starfall-spirit

The Wedding Date by @clockwork-ashes

Long Live by @separatist-apologist

Auburn Embrace by @sonics-atelier

A Heart of Gold by @jules-writes-stories

Got Lovestruck, Went Straight to My Head by @withclawandvine

Healing by @shadowsingers-mate

Guard Dog of Your Fevered Dreams by @asnowfern

The Ways We Mend by @animezinglife

Can I Be Close to You by @temperedink

Too Sweet by @shadowisles-writes

Something About April by @starsreminisce

What Do You Know About Love by @the-lonelybarricade

Open Water by @itsybitsybluesy

Trancing Through A Day Dream by @thelovelymadone

Morning Edition by @cauldronblssd

the trouble with wanting by @wilde-knight

🎨Art:

Elucien in the rain commissioned by @freyjas-musings and @amandapearls from artist Ekilateral.art

A Warrior of the Mind commissioned by @starfall-spirit from artist brunagarretart

Statues in Love by @climbthemountain2020

Elain and Lucien promenading commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @/shinkxart

Elucien kissing commissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @lib-arts

Elucien Bridgerton AU commissioned by @gwynrieldefenseatty from artist Shinkxart

Better Days by @shallyne

Red Lucien and La Dame Blanche by @olenvasynyt

Tension and Healing pt 2 commissioned by @the-lonelybarricade and @separatist-apologist from artist @brielyasmin

Elucien Embrace commissioned by @moonpatroclus and @cauldronblssd from artist @/viliuad00’s

Relaxation and Pampering commissioned by @foxylady13 and @kbirdie03 from artist @/b_astora

You Are So Gorgeous, It Makes Me So Mad by @sad-scarred-sassy

Vampire Elucien by @works-of-heart

Road Trip by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Genderbent Elucien by @nesta-apologist

Some Place Under The Sun, We Feel Our Hearts For The First Time commissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/gessueter

Elain Writes Lucien a Letter commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @dimalry

Emperor Lucien and Empress Elain by @belabellissima

🎶Misc:

Elucien in Faerûn by @little-fierling

The Mother and the Cauldron - creating Elucien by @dreamsandstars24

Elucien pirates AU moodboard by @shadowqueenjude

Elucien Ghibli Moodboard by @lainalit

day seven: au ( v i c t o r i a n ) by @spore-loser

ELAIN AND ELUCIEN: TENSION AND HEALING by @octobers-veryown

Elucien x Howl's Moving Castle Moodboard by @sunshinebingo

Modern Moodboard by @iheartfjords

Fox and Fawn Playlist by @bookishwithathought

Tension & Healing Moodboard by @inbiography

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Thank you as well to everyone who coloured today's Coloring Page!

AU coloring page by @sadiegirl2021

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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!

Header art by @laxibbeb

[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!

[cauldronblssd]

Watch It Glow

CH 1/5 | Read on AO3

For @elucienweekofficial Day 1 - Fated

Thank you to my wonderful betas, @climbthemountain2020 and @witch-and-her-witcher.

Iron bars greeted Elain as she opened her eyes. Everywhere she looked, she found it - iron bars on the windows to a yard gated by iron and stone walls, iron knobs on the door to her bedroom, and an iron ring, flanked with pearls, covering her finger. She’d tried to soften the effect with breezy yellow curtains and flowers by the window. She begrudgingly replaced them every few days, the room didn’t get enough sun to grow anything. 

The thick wool of a rug served as a barrier between her bare feet and the cold stone floor as she stepped out of bed. A tray with tea and her morning breakfast rested along the table in the corner. Elain wrapped a warm robe in her favorite shade of green around her body to fight against the chill. Despite all of the color she spread around the room, the gray stones of the walls seemed to leech any light and happiness from the space. Every step she took seemed to echo around her. Aside from a few servants, she would be alone in the manor for most of the day.

Elain squeezed a slice of lemon into her tea before lifting the mug, letting the steam waft into her face. This time in the morning was one of the few simple pleasures of the day she allowed herself to savor. She sat at the table, reading correspondence that had collected from the day before.  A few of the noble families had moved back to the village to rebuild, and the Asters had invited her to a ball they would be holding in a few weeks' time. She read three more letters in the same vein, each polite but mundane in nature. The letter she hoped for, from Feyre or Nesta, would not come by post, but would be spelled to her room directly. It had been a concession that Rhysand demanded, allowing her to stay in contact with her sisters, even if it must be discreet. At the time, she’d requested nothing for herself, allowing her family and her betrothed to make the negotiations on her behalf. Now, she felt grateful that Rhys had been so forceful in his requests.

Setting her empty teacup down with a pleasant clink, she headed to her adjoining bathing chamber to draw a hot bath. She could avoid her duties for a little longer, relishing this time before the sun had fully risen. Afterwards, Elain would be spending long hours running the manor. She’d lost two members of her staff in the recent months, and replacing them had been harder than she’d hoped. Despite their advertisements in local papers for their town and the next several over, the pay did not entice anyone to leave their current position.

Not to mention, so few people were willing to live so close to the place where the wall had once been. Neighboring towns murmured that it was cursed, that dark magic lingered. Others feared the new treaties would be impossible to enforce with no wall or wards to prevent faeries from coming to snatch humans away, as they had once done. While Elain would like to refute this particular fear, she couldn’t deny it, given that what happened to her own sister had launched the series of events that led to her being made fae.

Elain sank into the tub, letting her muscles relax as the hot water seeped into her body. She always felt cold, either due to the cold gray skies or her too thin frame. She draped her long hair down the back of the tub to keep it from getting wet as she submerged further, letting the water rise to her chin. 

Just thinking of the faeries in the neighboring court made her nervous. Her own secrets felt too precarious. Her hold on her magic felt shaky, and she worried that just the presence of other fae might trigger an unwanted release of her powers. Elain nervously felt the tips of her ears, reassuring herself that the glamour remained firmly in place. Even in her own chambers, she never let it slip. She couldn’t risk alerting the servants. Her marriage, too, depended on her willful denial of all things magic.

The truth of who she was, what happened to her, felt too painful to acknowledge. Most days, her old human body felt like a comfort. Other days, it felt like chains from which she couldn’t free herself. She hadn’t seen her own, true face, in years. It felt disorienting to forget the particulars of her own features, like a distant relative. Even her movements, she forced herself to alter. Elain had quickly adjusted to the easy, graceful gait of the fae. Upon her return to the human lands, she’d retrained herself into her old, clumsy posture, moving her hips more stiffly or stepping a hair too loudly.

Elain regretfully extricated herself from the bath, wrapping a towel around her body. She chose an elegant but simple day dress from her wardrobe, the same as what she wore most days when not expecting guests. She tightened the stays around her waist and breasts. Between her frail frame and her naturally small breasts, she doubted anyone would notice if she forwent the constricting garment, but propriety demanded it. 

Long before her engagement, before Feyre had ever hunted down the wolf, Elain had been regarded as beautiful. Her own mother dismissed her for it, seeing her as destined only for a marriage based on her beauty. Her husband, too, had often remarked on it. It had been one of the first things he spoke to her of when they danced at a ball. Glamoured to her old human self, something about her appearance never seemed quite right. Her features remained soft, her eyes a shade of warm brown. She meticulously cared for her loose curls, and they shone as any human woman’s might. It seemed dull to her now. 

Something shifted imperceptibly, it was her own face, but not. She wondered if Rhysand had not captured her human features completely when he’d glamoured her, or if she just had lost appreciation for her own face and body.

Elain inhaled deeply before gripping the iron door to her room and trudging down the hall. She walked down the stairs to the dining room, meeting the cook to review the menu for dinner that evening. The maids and kitchen staff offered her polite nods or small smiles as they passed by her. She longed to talk to them, befriend them, but had been scolded that it was not proper for the lady of the house to spend time with the staff. Who she was meant to interact with was less clear, given that there were no ladies to invite to tea, and she saw her own husband only for dinner before retiring to separate rooms.

The only lady of significance in the village lived just a few miles from her own home, but they did not see each other. Lord Nolan had gifted the property on the outskirts of the village to Queen Vassa in hopes of securing her favor once she returned to the throne. What a queen would want with such a plain and unwelcoming house, she didn’t know. Of all the places for a queen to reside, she certainly would never have chosen her own humble village.

After the war, when she had settled into her routine as the lady of the Manor and a married woman, she’d written on a few occasions to inquire after the queen to invite her to tea or simply to ask after her wellbeing. She’d never received a response, even to decline her offer. She suspected that the messages never truly made it to the fiery queen, but she could never prove it. Graysen often met with her on some official business or another, but she had never been invited to join him and he rebuffed any of the questions.

Once, she’d glimpsed the queen in her firebird form. Even with talons and flamed feathers, she still exuded royal grace as she sailed above. The queen had released a screech that she could have sworn had been directed at her. She didn’t know if a bird’s caw could have a tone, but she felt certain there was unspoken judgment in that sound. It was that memory that prevented Elain from pressing Graysen or Lord Nolan further to visit the queen. Perhaps he had delivered her messages, and only meant to spare her feelings that the queen did not want to see her.

If Vassa resented Elain’s place in the village, she supposed she couldn’t blame her. They had both had their human bodies and mortal lifespans stolen from them. But while the queen was forced to relinquish her womanly form each day to take to the skies, Elain remained comfortably hidden amongst the humans in secret. She’d never had another vision of the queen since the war ended. She suppressed her own powers through sheer force of will and a weekly dose of fae bane. Occasionally, she considered loosening her hold on her magic, just so she could see if she could summon another vision for Vassa. Perhaps if she did, the Queen might consider inviting her into her home.

Jurian, her general and living companion, was another matter. She had seen him, once or twice, reviewing some security measures with Graysen and Lord Nolan, pacing the fields of ash groves that lay behind the manor. It didn't seem entirely proper to live alone with the general. From what Elain knew, Vassa did not keep servants and did not have any other family or court members in her home. To live unmarried with a man would be scandalous by most standards, but she supposed royalty adhered to different rules than lords and ladies.

From what she knew of the queen, she eschewed tradition anyway, much to the Nolan’s chagrin. They believed that ladies, even queens, should follow the guidance of men, should speak only when spoken to. It was just another barrier to her friendship with the queen, Graysen did not permit her to spend time with anyone he considered unsuitable. More than her lack of courtly manners, Elain suspected that the reason that she was not permitted to speak with Vassa was the magic that touched her. Vassa was tied to an immortal God, after all. While still human in appearance, she might draw unnecessary attention to Elain and her own predicament.

She’d thought about asking in one of her letters to Feyre if she still hoped to break her curse, if anyone from the Night Court communicated with Vassa and might beseech on her behalf, but she knew that would invite too much involvement from her sister into her life. Feyre and Nesta never rebuked her outright for her choice to stay with Graysen. She had been so miserable in her time in Velaris, so unmoored by her visions and her loss of her true love, that they had been willing, though reluctant, to make arrangements for her to stay in the human lands.

She knew that Feyre wanted them to stay together. Nesta had fully joined the fold of her inner circle, training as a warrior and mating with Rhysand’s own brother. Elain considered returning to Velaris for Nesta’s mating ceremony, but ultimately decided against it. It had been a selfish choice, she knew. Feyre had assured her that they could winnow her to Prythian and return her that same night, if she’d wanted. Even Rhysand, whom she rarely spoke with, had written to encourage her to come, saying how much it would mean to both Feyre and Nesta to have her there for the day.

Graysen would never agree. Besides, she feared what it might draw out of her to be around so much magic and fae. Instead, she wrote her sister often, suggesting choices for flower arrangements and finding out everything about human wedding traditions she might incorporate into her own ceremony. She sent her little gifts, embroidered signs and hand calligraphed invitations, hoping that she could show her that she would help, offer her any amount of her time, from afar. 

Once a year, her sisters came to visit the manor on her birthday. They made arrangements with the Nolans to clear the house of servants so they could winnow directly into the home and see with their own eyes that she was well and cared for. Along with the letters, it had been one of the requirements of their marriage agreement. Even though she missed her sisters, she dreaded the visits. They looked at her with such concern and pity, she felt the need to overcompensate by acting overly cheerful and enthusiastic.

After their last visit, she felt so exhausted and frustrated, she kept to her rooms for two days, claiming a headache. She knew the staff whispered that it was her own reluctance to age or her sadness that another year passed where she had not born a child. That she did not age and would never bear a child with Graysen was something that she did not say. Someday, arrangements would have to be made for an heir to the Nolan line. Graysen would most likely take a lover, and Elain would raise the child as her own. They couldn’t risk a child born demifae. 

To hide her own powers required constant diligence, to mask the body and magic of a child seemed impossible. Could Graysen love a faerie born child? She doubted it. She tried to imagine her child running free on the property through a forest of ash and amongst the fae hating soldiers that guarded the gates. For love, she would face it, but she wouldn’t place that burden on her offspring.

Elain agreed to a plain dinner of venison and vegetables that the cook had suggested. Though the woman’s skills were considerable, the Nolan’s palettes remained unrefined and therefore their food unseasoned. The vegetables, bought at the market, tasted as much of dirt as anything else due to the unfavorable soil. She’d offered, once, to try growing some produce in the garden herself. Like all things, Lord Nolan deemed it unladylike and suggested she take up painting or an instrument instead. Elain did not have her sisters’ artistic or musical genes and hated both.

She practiced needlework and arranged bouquets of flowers. She filled odd hours practicing the languages of the continents and reading their history, hoping she might one day put her hosting skills to more work as a courtier and the lady of the manor. That, of course, required that any foreign guests deign to visit the human lands outside Prythian. Moreover, it also meant that Graysen allowed her to speak with them about more than the occasional comment on the weather or their preferred dance. Still, if she could not travel, she could at least read and educate herself.

After meeting with the staff, Elain took her parchment and tea to the garden behind the manor to set about returning a letter to the Asters about the ball. She planned to offer her assistance to Lady Lidia. She might find something new to busy herself with and make a friend in the process. She’d just finished pressing the wax seal to close the envelope when she heard a crunch in the gravel from behind her. The heavy steps told her it could only be Graysen’s father, Lord Nolan. The pace of his steps slowed as he approached her. Elain plastered a pleasant smile on her face, as she stood to curtsy a greeting to her father-in-law.

“Lady Elain, you look fine this morning.”

“Thank you, Lord.” She lowered her eyes demurely.

“To whom might you be writing?” No letter ever left the house without one of the two men she lived with approving it.

“Just a letter to Lady Lidia. Her family just returned to the old Aster estate a few miles over. They plan to throw a ball, and I offered her my assistance.”

He nodded his approval, responding gruffly. “Very nice. However, I must ask that you rescind the offer.”

“As you wish. Might I ask the reason?”

“Graysen planned to speak to you this evening, but we ask that you remain more closely at the manor for the next several days. Should any needs arise, please let Parsons know and he will have someone see to it.”

“Is there any danger, sir? Should I alert the servants?”

“The matter has already been addressed with the staff. I will notify you personally when the issue has been resolved.”

Without any further conversation, he inclined his head as a dismissal and turned to walk back towards the town. Elain hated that Graysen and Lord Nolan refused to provide her with any information about the dangers that plagued their days. That they bypassed her to speak to the servants directly snubbed her role as the Lady of the Manor, one of the only true responsibilities they allowed her.

Even years after the war, they spent much of their time reviewing their weaponry and meeting in secret. It is not the first time they’ve asked her not to leave the manor, though usually Graysen delivered the information himself. 

With a sigh, Elain sat back down and broke the seal on her letter. She would compose a new one, politely declining her invitation. Perhaps the threat would be lifted by the ball and she might write to her again to plead for a renewed offer. It hardly set the right tone for a new friendship, but she would supplicate herself to the woman. Even groveling, in the coy sense of a lady, would be preferable to the monotonous silence of the manor.

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Two days passed, and Graysen and Lord Nolan never returned to speak to her or tell her how long she might expect to be stuck in the manor. She caught the servants looking at her pityingly on a few occasions. Despite their distant relationship, she knew the servants favored sweet, mild-mannered Elain. Only their loyalty to her kept rumors of her marriage from making it to the town gossips. Personal matters often traveled from one house to another in this way. 

What might they think if they knew that lovely Elain, whose fiancé had been so smitten with her he promised to court her upon their first meeting, had spurned her already, never visiting their marriage bed. Blame would fall on her, as it always did on women. They would speculate that she was frigid or dull or some other odious trait that might lead a man to look for a mistress rather than find satisfaction with his wife.

Whether Graysen chose this, she wasn’t certain. He was gone often, but presumably spent much of that time in the company of his own father. She’d never scented another woman on him, never caught any glances exchanged between him and another lady in her social circle. This meant little, of course. Outside of the social gentry, one might have any number of affairs without making any promises to the woman involved. Graysen might choose such an opportunity, now that he’d secured a pretty wife to host his dinners and uphold his reputation as a respectable gentleman. Feyre had an affair of her own, when they had fallen poor. No one had looked twice when she snuck off, unsubtly, to take her pleasure in the barn with Isaac Hale.

Occasionally, Elain regretted that she had not chosen a man for herself during those years to enjoy herself and gain some experience. She had entered into her marriage with her purity intact. The silent and dispassionate exchanges she had in the dark of her bedroom with Graysen hardly fulfilled the fantasies she’d had in her youth. Elain had been a dreamer, imagining a great romance to sweep her off her feet. She’d expected that to include the kind of thrilling sex life she’d read about or now heard her sisters describe. While the first few times had been awkward, she’d felt sure with practice they might learn about each other’s bodies and find ways to pleasure each other. Graysen had no such interest, his efforts in sex as stilted as their conversations. Eventually, he stopped coming to her bed at all and she stopped asking. 

Elain’s shoulders ached from crouching over her embroidery hoop for too many hours to pass the time. Forbidden from gardening, she sewed flower after flower into pillows and handkerchiefs and napkins. She could only study history or languages for an hour or two at a time before her brain turned to mush. She looked out the window through the gaps in the iron bars to see that the sun shone brightly. She did not see any danger. 

The guards had not taken any extra preparations, they chatted amiably with each other out in the courtyard as they stood at their posts. They only engaged in such casual behavior when the Lord and his son were away. One guard, Bade, had a soft spot for her. She’d noticed his gaze lingering on her as she passed to and from the house on more than one occasion. He was not unusually handsome, but he was sweet and always offered her a greeting, which was more than her own husband could say.

Had Lord Nolan instructed them that she was not to leave the house? Most likely. However, Elain had spent her whole life charming her way into getting the answers she wanted. Perhaps if she acted casually enough and buttered up the guards a little, she might take a walk to the village for an hour or two. She could pick up a new book and stop by the market. If the villagers knew of any danger to the area, there would be talk of it.

Elain grabbed a basket and her cloak before donning her most innocent expression. She strolled through the front door, offering friendly greetings to the two guards stationed on either side. She walked as quickly as she dared without drawing attention. Better not to speak more than necessary so she wouldn’t be caught in a lie. When she reached the iron gates, she paused to address Bade and the other guard, Radcliff.

“Isn’t the sun just beautiful today?”

Both men looked at her warily, though a slight flush bloomed on Bade’s cheeks. She heard his pulse jump, pounding loudly in the silence of the courtyard.

“Indeed, my lady. I did not know that you planned an excursion for this afternoon.”

Elain just smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side. “Not planned, necessarily. Aida mentioned that she was a bit short of greens for tonight’s stew. I offered to fetch it from the market for her so that I could enjoy the sun. I had need to stop at the seamstress, anyway.”

The guards exchanged glances.

“All this gloomy weather had left me feeling rather ill. I hoped fresh air might ensure my good health.” She was laying it on thick, she needed to slow down if she didn’t want to raise suspicions. She recalled, with amusement, a time when her father had told her that faeries couldn’t lie. These men, of course, did not know that she wasn’t human, but she hoped to call upon a bit of fae trickery to get them to believe her all the same.

Bade bowed respectfully. “Of course, my lady. Lord Graysen will be most pleased to see you looking so well when he returns.”

“You’re too kind, Bade. When does he plan to return?”

Radcliff cleared this throat, perhaps startled that she did not know when to expect her own husband. “Tomorrow evening, Lady Elain, if my information is accurate.”

She forced a smile. “Perfect, perhaps I will pick up something for him while I’m out. You’ve been most helpful. Thank you, gentleman.” She looked at them each in turn, standing at the gate expectantly. They pulled the gate open and Radcliff raised his hand for her to proceed.

The village was just a little too far away to walk comfortably, and Elain’s feet started to ache in her boots by the time she reached the market. She had not intended to buy anything, but now that she’d told the guards about the cook’s need of it, she couldn’t return empty handed. Elain meandered amongst the stands, hoping to look inconspicuous. Usually, the lady of a house would never deign to procure her own food at the market. She tried not to linger too long in any area so that she didn’t call attention to herself. She knew many of the people selling their goods from when she had been poor, when she had bartered anything they had in the cottage to secure food and clothing when she could.

Speaking to any of them now, it was as if those years never happened. In her heart, she wanted to be forgiving, they had all been forced to face many hard years in the best way they could. However, she couldn’t bring herself to truly forget the scornful glances they’d given her when her bones had poked out of her body in every direction from near starvation. Even less so could she forgive the way it humiliated Nesta, the wound to her pride that still lingers.

Keeping her head down, she hadn’t noticed the uneasy glances of many of the customers and merchants as they bustled about the market. One woman held to her purse so tightly as she walked about, her knuckles had turned white. Another man already begun to shut down his booth, despite it not being an hour past noon. Elain’s heart began to beat a quicker pulse in her chest. Discreetly, she looked at her hands. They looked human, normal. Her fae hands had been graceful, with slender wrists and long fingers. Her skin too, looked human. She could even see where a patch had grown rough from the cold spring weather. Her ears were hidden behind her hair, but she felt no difference.

She turned around, looking for any indication of a disturbance. Perhaps there was danger after all, and she should hurry home. She tried to remind herself that she was not a weak human any more. If true danger arose, she could run quickly or defend herself if need be. But that would raise questions she was not prepared to answer.

Still, the thought of another day of quiet in that house with nothing to do but stitch roses and lilies might be her undoing. She quickly purchased some celery and spinach from one of the new merchants to town before hustling towards the next street where the shops were located. An unnatural quiet hovered over the street that normally sang with commotion on a busy day. Faces turned northward where crowds separated with clumsy urgency. She looked towards the cause of the disturbance. A spot of red hovered over the crowd of onlookers.

She stood, transfixed, hoping that she might catch a glimpse of who held the attention of so many villagers. Elain began to turn the other direction when she saw the familiar dark hair and broad shoulders of Jurian walking through the crowds. He looked agitated, his jaw clenched and his hand gripping the pommel of his sword. Jurian was infamous, as a war hero, but surely not the cause of such a fuss?

Elain looked at the person walking behind him and dropped her basket in surprise. She let out a surprised gasp that caused a few people to look in her direction. Walking alongside Jurian, his ruby colored hair gleaming under the bright sun, was Lucien.

[acourtofladydeath]

Eris Week '24 Day 7: Free Day

Azriel, Eris, Lucien, and Elain haven't been able to stop thinking about their initiations. What they experienced, and what they missed out on. Deep within the rules of the Vanserra initiation, there may just be a way to experience it all...

It's FERAL FREE DAY here to close out @erisweekofficial. Make sure you've read the first two installments of the "To Become A Vanserra" installment in order before starting this newest piece. If you're caught up, read a snippet below or the full fic on AO3.

My Dearest Friend, I do hope this letter finds the newest Mr. Vanserra well, and that your ceremony was as enjoyable as mine was for me. Hopefully, my letters helped prepare you for your own initiation into this little family. The reason I am writing to you today may seem quite unorthodox, to say the least. I wanted to apologize again for my abrupt departure from tea that day in the garden and give an explanation. You see, my initiation was quite an awakening for me. Please forgive me for being crass. I believe over the years we have become close enough that I can divulge the intimate particulars of my experiences.  As Lucien’s mate, the youngest of the Vanserra's, my initiation involved engaging in intimate relations with his father and each of his eldest siblings, including your mate. How is Eris, by the way? I hope I do not offend when I say that our coupling was one of my favorites, as Eris insinuated during tea. I fear my reaction was such that my arousal was quite noticeable to all in attendance. I do apologize if that made you uncomfortable.  But I would like to be so bold as to inquire about your feelings on the matter of Eris and me engaging in those activities again - with your and Lucien’s consent, of course. There are things I need, things I crave, things I hope to experience again. My deepest apologies if I have gone too far. Our friendship means more to me than this request. Wishing you are well,  Elain Archeron

Keep reading on AO3!

Thank you to @pippsmcgee for betaing this fic and to @secret-third-thing for her constant cheerleading through this series!

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[cassianappreciationweek]

⚔︎ Day One Round-Up: Flying ⚔︎

Fics:

Night Skies (Cassian x Reader) by @littlestw01f

What Defines You (Cassian x Reader) by @lady-of-tearshed

Golden Threads of Time Chapter 47 (Cassian x Nesta) by @unhealthyfanobsession

Soon. (Cassian x Reader) by @thelov3lybookworm

You're the Risk, I'm Going to Take It (Cassian x Nesta) by @c-e-d-dreamer

(Probably) How not to teach someone how to fly by @asnowfern

Turn and Burn by @avabrynne

A Better Idea (Cassian x Reader) by @acourtofpenandpaper

Take Her To The Moon (Cassian x Reader) @prythianpages

Hey There, Summerboy (Cassian x Nesta) by @moodymelanist

Bumpy Takeoffs and Happy Landings (Cassian x Nesta) by @kale-theteaqueen

Fall for a Shooting Star (Cassian x OC) by @thedeviltohisangel

Art:

Cassian and his little Valkyrie fan art by @climbthemountain2020

Cassian flying fanart by @nesta-apologist

Lord of Bloodshed fanart by @jennastokesart

Cassian flying fanart by @tsunami-of-tears

Cassian and Nesta flying fanart by @janearts

Other:

Playlist by @bookishwithathought

The Adventures of Cassian and Buttmunch by @acotarmemes

[acourtofkindness]

Thank you for sending in all the stories, here you can find the collection! Some of these are one-shots, some are longer stories, just click your way through them and also check out their other fics!

A Court of Vice and Victors

by @wishcamper Acosf rewrite where Nesta actually gets help and she and Cassian have a healthier dynamic, plus an Illyrian murder mystery

Pages Turned

by @climbthemountain2020 A character study on Nesta Archeron, the hardships she's faced through her life, and how they've shaped her as a person.

Could You Love Me While I Hate Myself

by @witch-and-her-witcher Humans have just been freed from servitude to the fae after years at war on Prythian and times are desperate for Nesta Archeron. With Feyre MIA and Elain a shell of herself, her options are becoming increasingly limited. When one of the young fae warriors, Cassian, who has carved a name for himself on the battlefield proposes to her after recognizing a mating bond between them, Nesta doesn't see any choice but to agree to take him as her husband and move herself and her sister to his home Court and the wilds of Illyria. War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

Firm and Fragrant Still the Brambleberries

by @foundress0fnothing When Nesta became a nurse at the start of the war, she could not have predicted a patient as challenging as Lieutenant Cassian Davies, nor he a nurse as captivating as her. As the same war that brought them together threatens to tear them apart, Nesta and Cassian must navigate the complexities of love and duty to find the way back to each other. A WWI historical AU.

Wreck My Plans, That's My Man

by @c-e-d-dreamer Drummer for the Bat Boys, Cassian has a large following, but sometimes Nesta doesn't appreciate fangirls calling themselves "Cassian's future wife."

It Looks As Though You're Letting Go

by @Darkcat18 (on ao3) Everyone is born with an arrow on the back of their hand which points to their soulmate at midnight on their eighteenth birthday. After her parents' disastrous marriage and her father's subsequent depression following the death of her mother, Nesta realized a soulmate is nothing more than guaranteed heartache and ruination. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she packs up her car and leaves her family and life behind forever. What she doesn't count on, however, is having a soulmate like Cassian, who may be the one to prove to her that a soulmate is what she needs.

I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck)

by @moodymelanist Nesta and Cassian have a steamy one-night stand while out celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, but their lives are changed forever once Nesta realizes her period is late. Follow along as Nesta and Cassian navigate preparing to become parents, balancing their other life stresses, and figuring out their feelings for one another!

Amidst the Madness

by @This_Immortal_Hope (on ao3) Love and war have always followed the same rules: Quick to ignite, slow to extinguish. There aren't many things Cassian has dared to openly want in his 500 years of existence. Not even the position he currently occupies as Lord of Windahaven (far too lofty a spot for nothing more than a well-blodded bastard, if you ask the other Illyrian Lords), but from the second Nesta Archeron stepped foot in his camp, the entire world ebbed into a single truth. She is his. He is hers. Everything else - the war he is meant to lead, the people relying on him, the legacy he should be fighting to protect, cease to exist the second his eyes are caught in roiling silver flames. There is pain in this female, his female. And retribution will be exacted. Rhysand has his war, and now so does Cassian. Whether the two align ... only Nesta can give that order.

Sweetest Con

by @separatist-apologist Nesta Archeron has been trapped in witness protection for the past five years, hiding a secret no one can ever learn. All she has to do is wait out the criminals back home determined to punish her and her sisters for a lie they told years before. She can handle anything- even the new agent sent to keep her safe.

The Whole Truth

by @TheTeaQueen (on ao3) A beautifully heartbreaking story about what if Papa Archeron used/sold Nesta back in their village, and the IC learning this truth. It features Rhys and Nesta sibling bonding over their respective SA traumas. And Cassian helping Nesta to heal and feel comfortable with touch again

The Nesta Variation

by @persegrace (on ao3) A modern AU where Cassian is a military vet and Nesta is a former ballet dancer. They're both dealing with trauma, and meet in AA.

Ultima Ex Nobis

by @fieldofdaisiies Six years into a global pandemic which was caused by a mass fungal infection that turns hosts into zombie-like creatures and makes the whole of Prythian collapse, the former army general Cassian Cadell is tasked with one very special mission – escorting Nesta Archeron, one of the few immune survivors, across a post-apocalyptic Prythian to a group of people of the name L. Their identity is unknown but they can make an antidote.

you make my motor run

by @wilde-knight When Nesta and Cassian are set up on a blind date, neither of them can imagine their families feeling whole again. But with sparks flying between them, will they finally be able to imagine the road ahead?

[separatist-apologist]

Elain and Lucien dancing before bed, for no other reason than I just know they would.

Major thanks to the ever talented @/lucielart who drew them both so beautifully.

And more importantly, thank you to the group of friends who, when I asked back in February if they wanted to go in with me on a fun little Elucien commission, answered Gondor's call.

Elucienati roll call below:

@kataravimes-of-the-shire, @octobers-veryown, @shadowisles-writes, @velidewrites, @climbthemountain2020, @the-lonelybarricade, @areyoudreaminof, @moonpatroclus, @belabellissima, @cauldronblssd, @popjunkie42, @reispinkoveralls, @ablogofsapphicpanic, @wilde-knight, @soopsiedaisies, @starry-mantle, @queercontrarian, @shardminds, @gaeleria, @tunaababee, @shadowriel, @asnowfern and @thelovelymadone

[erisweekofficial]

Fanfic

Eris Week: Day 2 Childhood | Legacies by @azrielsshadows42 👑

Cakes by @littlest-w01f

Eris week Day 2: Childhood || Legacy by @ysmtttty 👑

Twin Flames (Eris x Reader) by @anarchiii

Happiness is a Foreign Concept by @nocasdatsgay

Big brother by @mika-no-sekai-blog

A promise by @lady-of-tearshed

Muddy Puddles by @afandomangel

A Bond of Song & Flames (Eris x OC) Ch 2 by @sadiegirl2021

Light the fire bright by @clockwork-ashes

This ain't no love that's guiding me by @Lovely-Vanserra-sunshine 👑

A song of bonds and legacies ch 15 (Azris) by @mistandmemories

Big Brother Eris by @fieldofdaisiies

At least I keep his eyes in my life (Eris x Reader) by @pit-and-the-pen

Eris week: Day 2 - Childhood by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Patience of Princes by @chunkypossum

And So Our Life Begins (Azris) by @acourtofladydeath

A blood that burns by @fourteentrout

Legacy (Eris x Reader) by @mcuamerica

To Ache by @mudandmire

Burning Red (Eris x OC) by @separatist-apologist

Childbirth (Eris x Reader) by @hellcat8908

Animal Instincts Ch 6 (Elucien & Eris) by @crazy-ache 👑

Childhood by @wishfulimaginings

Gone through enough (Eris x Reader) by @thelov3lybookworm

Of our own devices (Eris x Reader) by @illyrianbitch 👑

Love in the kennels (Eris x OC) by @readychilledwine

Fireling (Eris x Reader) by @daycourtofficial

Legacies in gold by @animezinglife

Childhood | Legacy by @thomasisaslut

Not Your Fault by @vague-shadows

To live by @myromanempiree

Unfinished symphony by @ginandtobacco 👑

The Day is Coming by @areyoudreaminof

Faded Memories of Monarch Butterflies (Eris x Reader) by @dee-writes-smut

Fini (Eris x OC) by @/tessabeth 👑 (on ao3; post is from @pippsmcgee)

Puppy Love (Eris x Reader) by @surielstea

Roots and Offshoots (Eris x Reader) by @chairofchaos

Glowheart's Guardian by @booksnwriting

Fanart

Legacy of Autumn by @chunkypossum

Baby Eris by @climbthemountain2020

Eris Week, Day 2: Childhood by @the-darkestminds

High Lord Eris by @the-darkestminds

Childhood | Legacy by @elleybug

High Lord Eris by @secret-third-thing

LoA and her eldest sons by @autumns-high-lady

There had been joy, too by @jules-writes-stories

Misc.

Childhood- Eris Week Day Two by @bubybubsters

Childhood by @lucienarcheron

High Lord Eris by @spore-loser

Thank you once again for the high participation and everything you creative souls have come up with for Day 2! We are beyond grateful for everything you do!🧡

[chunkypossum]

Eris Week 2024 Master List

I knew I wanted to participate in @erisweekofficial this year but I think I went nuts. I did surprise myself at only making complete things this time. NO WIP YAY! I have also decided that I hate everything I have ever written but you’re getting it anyway 🤣

Going through the final edits in the next couple of days. Here's a rundown….

*Summaries if the summaries were written by Bad Lip Reading ...

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Day 1: Bonds and Bargains || Under the Weeping Beech

22k words || READ ON AO3 || Eris X Azriel

PLUS AZRIS ART

I made Mor's power of truth more interesting, got carried away, bon appetit.

*Disclaimer DO NOT actually read this one. Major Character deaths, hurt NO comfort, You're not going to like Mor or what I've done to her etc etc

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Day 2: Childhood and Legacy || Patience of Princes

6k words || READ ON AO3 || Background AZRIS

PLUS ERIS ART: Legacy of Autumn

Prince Eris has a tough day, his momma tells him a story.

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Day 3: Healing || Mother Save us from Your Twisted Fate PART 2

4k words || READ ON AO3 || Azriel X Eris

PLUS AZRIS ART

Eris is alive but at what cost to his soul? Can Azriel and Eris bring each other back from the edge of the void they have spent the last few months lost in?

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Day 5: War || Wings and Steel

2k words || READ ON AO3 || Implied Azris

PLUS ERIS ART: Atop the Knoll

Eris successfully holds up his end of the bargain and manages to bring aid to the Hybern battle in ACOWAR.

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Day 6: AU || Travelers in the Bayou

6k words || READ ON AO3 || Azriel X Eris

PLUS AZRIS ART

Eris is trying to live a quiet life in the backwaters of a forgotten town, hoping himself to be forgotten when trouble walks in.

*This is an excerpt from a full fic I am working on that I managed to turn into a one shot from Eris' POV

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Day 7: FREE DAY || ERIS ART

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