#ship: eris vanserra x reader

[swansworth]

Warm to the Touch

Eris x Reader

Summary: Your back was sore and nothing was helping. Thank the Cauldron for your mate and his heated hands. 

Warnings: smut (light fingerfucking and cunnilingus), massaging, established relationship (set sort of within the By Fire’s Light verse)

Word Count: 2,428

Author Notes: Happy Birthday @bubbles-for-all-of-us​ ! I love you to pieces! I know your birthday was back on the 19th, and I’m so sorry that it took me over a week to finish this. But I hope you enjoy this all the same. 

Your back was killing you. Having to hunch in the small chairs at the temple had left an awful ache that you couldn't seem to alleviate. A sigh escaped your lips as you rubbed a particularly sore spot in the hopes that this time it would feel better. 

"You're going to make it worse, you know," Marianne's voice drifted from the doorway, a sympathetic look on her fair face. Over the course of the last year, the two of you had become close and you offered a weak smile as she neared. "Have you gone to a healer to see about some sort of tonic?" 

"It's just muscle soreness, I don't think it's anything I need to bother the healers over." 

Marianne hummed and slinked around to stand in front of you. She had a calculating look on her face and you did your best to not let the pain show in your expression. "You know, Eris is meant to return today. He won’t be happy that he can't carry you off and ravage you."

"Who's to say he can't?" Marianne's lips pulled back into a smirk and you laughed together before she shook her head and said, "If you're that set on not being able to walk tomorrow, at least allow me to ensure you look tantalizing." 

Marianne was many things, but she knew how to dress well and so you followed her willingly, knowing that you were in good hands. The pair of you spent the better part of the afternoon looking through various gowns until you found one that clung to your figure and showed off just enough skin. Marianne fretted over your hair, being sure it was styled well, before moving to add a bit of makeup to your face. She held a hand mirror up for you so you could evaluate yourself and you smiled at your reflection. “You may have missed your calling, Marianne.” 

“Hardly. These are simply tools I have mastered using in the art of persuading men. Now, I believe your mate is due back any minute. You best go wait near the courtyard to greet him.” 

“The courtyard? It’s freezing out!” Marianne fixed you with a look that clearly told you how idiotic she believed your statement was. However, she kept her insult held back and instead said, “Yes it is. But won’t you look radiant among the trees? And wouldn’t it be a shame if Eris had to take his breathtaking mate immediately to their shared quarters so he could warm her up?”

Oh. 

Marianne smirked at you, as if seeing the pieces click together in your brain. Gods, sometimes she really was incredible.

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You hurried to the courtyard and gasped as the cool night air hit the exposed parts of your skin. Eris was due back any time, and you hoped that it wouldn't be too long. A cold shiver ran down your body as you stood and waited. Luck, fortunately, was on your side and soon enough Eris arrived looking handsome atop his horse. His golden eyes locked their sights on you and you gasped again as he smiled. It was a bright, beautiful thing made all the more incredible by the fact that you knew it was just for you. 

"You are a vision, little moth," he said as he dismounted and made his way over to you. As much as he often grimaced when other couples were too physically affectionate in front of him, Eris did not hesitate to pull you to him and kiss you. You melted against him, more than happy to be in his arms after nearly a week apart. "You are positively frozen. Come, let's get inside." 

"I believe, my love, that dinner is ready," you said. Eris bent and scooped you into his arms, holding you close against him as he walked the opposite direction of the dining hall. 

"I have not seen my mate in days. I have little interest in eating." Eris's voice was almost a purr and you shivered at the sound of it. Emboldened, you asked, “Then what do you have interest in my love?”

“As if you don’t know.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone and you grinned widely at him, a little pleased with yourself. “I know what sort of filth you read, little moth.” 

He angled his head forward and kissed your temple. "I would be jealous but your reading habits have led to several enjoyable explorations."

"Well rest assured, none of the characters in those stories hold a candle to you."

"What a relief ." You laughed at his dry tone and enjoyed the following silence as he continued to carry you.

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Once in your chambers, Eris gently setted you on your feet before waving his hand at the fireplace. A beautiful roaring fire emerged and you sighed happily at the warmth it provided. He removed his coat and tossed it unceremoniously onto a nearby armchair then began working off his other layers. You moved to sit at the edge of the bed and watched him, enjoying the unintentional show he was putting on.

"I see I'm the only one removing their attire," he commented as he took off the last bit of fabric he had on. It joined his jacket and other clothing in a heap on the chair. He normally took care in keeping everything near, but you knew he must have truly missed you if he was willing to forgo tidiness in favor of being with you.

"Well, I didn't want to rob you the pleasure of peeling this gorgeous gown off of me." You replied, taking note of the hungry look in his eyes.

"Mmm that would have been unfortunate."

He strode toward you and you swallowed audibly at the sight of his cock already heavy and weeping with need. You rose to meet him halfway but winced as the movement pulled at the store muscles in your back. Eris froze, that hungry gaze shifting to one of concern.  

“I’m fine, Eris,” you said as he closed the distance between you and cupped your face carefully in his hands. “I just strained my back a bit when sitting at the temple a few days ago.” 

“Have you had healers look at it?” You shook your head. He let out a sigh before taking your shoulders in his grasp and carefully turning you until your back was to him. One hand shifted to your spine and you inhaled a breath as Eris said, “Tell me if it hurts.” 

His hand moved slowly down your back, adding a bit of pressure along every inch, until it finally came to the area that was causing you grief. You groaned as he rubbed at it and told him that was the spot. He hummed in acknowledgement before moving his hand back to the nape of your neck. His deft fingers worked agilely down your spine, opening each fasten that held your gown closed. You stepped out of it once it was pooled around your ankles and gasped as Eris scooped you up once more and carried you to your shared bed. He placed you upon it and instructed you to lay on your stomach. 

“I had rather hoped to see your face tonight, my love.” Your tone was teasing and light and you smiled against the pillows as Eris chuckled. 

“Such an insatiable little creature. We will see what we can do about that once I’ve tended to your back.” 

He shifted forward then and sat beside you on the bed, being sure to rest on his knees so he could reach more of your body. Your body tensed in anticipation, eager for whatever Eris was planning to do for you. As if sensing this, Eris bent forward and kissed the back of your neck. “Relax, my sweet,” he breathed, his lips dragging to your shoulder before gently biting at the flesh there. You gasped and he placed a single hand between your shoulders to keep you still. “And do try to stay still.” 

The pressure returned to your back and you moaned as the hand Eris placed there grew warmer. Heat spread through your body as Eris moved his second hand to your body and began to massage the sore spot. You had felt him warm his hands a few times before on cold days, but this was something else. The way his knuckles pushed into your muscles, kneading them slowly, had you keening beneath him. It felt so good, the heat of his fingers was glorious and you melted happily into the bed as all the stiffness and pain slowly faded away. 

“Better?” Eris’s voice was as warm and soothing as his touch. You gave a hum in reply and he chuckled to himself as he continued working at your muscles. Your eyes drifted close as his hands wandered to massage your shoulders. Oh, you could get used to this. As you were considering how to request this become a regular occurrence, Eris’s hands slid down your sides down to your rear, slowly massaging your cheeks. He hummed then, as if noticing something and you tilted your head in an effort to look back at him. “What is it?”

“Tell me,” he said, dragging one hand further down between your legs until his knuckles were sliding through your labia, “Does it ache here as well?”

Heat coiled in your gut and you inhaled sharply through your nose. “Gods yes,” you breathed. “It aches terribly.” 

“Then allow me to remedy that.” He turned his wrist and dragged his fingers through your slick folds lower to your clit. “So wet already and I haven’t even begun.”

Pausing for a moment, he bent and placed a kiss at the base of your spine before rubbing his knuckle against your clit. Heat coursed through you, flooding every vein in your body with pleasure. Gods, how was he so damn good at this? His other hand, which you'd forgotten about entirely, moved along the planes of your body to press at your cunt, sliding through the slick folds and into your body with ease. 

"Mmm." Eris hummed as he watched his fingers disappear into your heat. His gaze was as hot as the rest of him and it stared, unmoving, as he hooked his fingers within you and pushed against that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You held the sheets below you in a vice-like grip, your back arching off the bed as you gasped his name. 

His fingers were long and thin and moved in and out of you easily with the amount of nectar that gushed from your eager hole. "Such a mess you're making, little moth. I'm not sure my fingers will be enough." Craning your neck almost uncomfortably so you could look down at him, you groaned when you realized he was staring at your face as if awaiting a response. "Shall I use my mouth instead?"

Words failed you and you nodded eagerly before gasping as Eris pulled his fingers out of you and then flipped you over. His intense gaze met yours again and you felt almost dizzy in pleasure and need as he said, “Eyes on me, dearest. Keep your eyes on me.”

He took one of your legs in his hand and hoisted it over his shoulder, his fingers dragging gently over your soft skin. He turned his head, breaking eye contact with you for a moment, to kiss your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. Flicking his gaze to your face once more, he shifted down until you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cunt. 

“Eyes on me.” He breathed against you, as if you would dare to look anywhere else. You whined as his mouth closed over your clit, heat shooting through your body. His hands shifted to grip your hips, keeping you in place. He buried his face in your cunt, groaning at the taste of you. He fucked his tongue into you, working you with a practiced ease. 

His eyes bore into yours and your hips jerked against him. His tongue moved over you, licking a broad stripe through the folds of your cunt. “So good,” he husked, “You taste exquisite.”

You attempted to respond to say something, anything, but all you could manage was a shriek as Eris inhaled deeply and brought his mouth around you again. The heat of his mouth intensified and you idly wondered if he was summoning the same fire he’d brought to his hands to his lips. “E-Eris!” Your voice was surprisingly hoarse from the panting breaths you’d been taking. Eris’s golden eyes darkened almost dangerously as you took in the sight of you. The leg he had over his shoulder shivered and your body writhed in his grip. 

“Cum for me, little moth. Let me taste you.” He sealed his mouth over you once more, slipped his tongue back into you, and sucked hard. You were practically oozing against his mouth and he hummed as he used his hold on your hips to pull you closer to him. 

A few more deep thrusts of his tongue had your back arching off the bed and pleasure washed over you as you came, gushing against his lips. He drank it all in, lapped at your cunt until it was clean, glistening only with his own saliva. “Mmm I almost forgot how delicious you are.” 

You couldn’t respond and instead watched intently as he carefully removed your leg from his shoulder and rose to his feet. Eris looked at you for a moment, merely admiring the sight of you, before he gracefully moved to join you on the bed. “Is the pain gone?” He asked as he reclined beside you then pulled you to him. 

“Yes,” you breathed, “It feels a lot better.” He kissed your forehead tenderly before wrapping his toned arms around you, keeping you flush against his chest. His voice was soft and deep as he said, “Good, I am glad.” 

You wanted to say more, to thank him for his help, but the sound of Eris’s steady heartbeat mixed with the heat of his skin lulled you swiftly into a deep and peaceful sleep. Though, in the haze of your dreams, you could have sworn that you felt a soft yet warm touch against your cheek along with a faint whisper of, “Sleep well, my love.” 

[utterlyotterlyx]

The Fox and The Fawn

High Lord Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader x Azriel

Part One

Summary - As the ways of the world shift, you find yourself torn between those who have always cared for you and the life you feel like you were made to live.

Warnings - none right now really, some angst, harmless flirting, tension, slight fluff, mention of wing loss

Hauntingly beautiful was one of the few ways to describe the High Lord Eris Vanserra.

There was a rake-ish look about him, like he belonged in one of Nesta's regency era romance novels that had her eyes widened and bottom lip caught between her teeth. It was rather infuriating.

Tension continued to linger, one of doubtful trust. Rhys wanted to trust Eris, he wanted to trust that the new High Lord of Autumn knew what he was doing, but something was stopping your brother from investing into the change fully and you weren't quite sure what.

Eris sat opposite you in the meeting chamber, eyes trailing down your figure approvingly, a crown of golden leaves dipping to his brow and accentuating those russet eyes that always sought to burn you with their intense glare. It had been strictly forbidden for you to leave Velaris on your own after what had happened to your elder sister at the hands of Tamlin, you understood it of course, Rhys wouldn't survive if he lost you too, his youngest sibling but by far the fiercest creature in all of Prythian's history.

War was scoured into your bones, hellfire raged in your soul, and you were very well known for your tactical prowess and outspoken nature, from your quick wit to your dry humour. Some said that you were the reason that Prythian still stood, you had worked very hard to undermine Amarantha right under her nose, feigning innocence and naivety that she drank from like a fountain of youth, you had been instrumental in the war against Hybern too, and Eris had watched in stoic awe as you wielded your sword like it was an extension of yourself, gracefully cutting down your victims and using your power to decimate hoards of males into ash.

Eris wouldn't admit it, certainly not in front of Rhysand and Cassian who made it his mission to keep Eris as far away from you as possible, but he thought that you were the most incredible thing he had ever witnessed. And as you sat before him, draped in a sheer black dress adorned with white crystals that allowed him to relish at the picture of your full breasts, it was taking him a lot of will power to not fling you on that table and take you right there and then, even if your brother was watching, he didn't care.

The meeting was simple, Rhys wanted to know how the politics between the courts were to improve with Eris now at the helm and steering the Autumn Court ship. Feyre sat to the left of your brother, dressed in her usual ethereal pale blue, another garment made by your mother, but less impressive than the items you owned. You sat to his right with Azriel to your side, Mor, Cassian and Nesta occupied the seats to Feyre's left in that order, and Lucien lingered somewhere between, still on the side of the Night Court, put just an arms length away from his brother.

Eris was stoic and cruel, power radiated from him, but you seemed the be the only one who saw what lingered beneath that façade. The occasional split second glance he would direct to Lucien when he thought no one was watching, one full of regret and sadness. It seemed that there were many more layers to Eris Vanserra than any of you realised.

"How do we know that you won't rule like your father did?" Rhys had craned forward in his seat, his jet black crown glistening in the darkening sunlight that poured down through the domed windows.

Eris' jaw ticked, a clearly sensitive subject for him, your chin dipped in examination and for a moment, he glanced to you, fire in his eyes that mirrored the very faint sphere of orange that curled around pupils, "Would I have bothered to overthrow him to only rule like him?" Eris replied with his own question and you felt Mor scoff from where you sat, your older cousin not enjoying the sentiment one bit.

"Who knows what you males strive for," Mor bit, more like growled, at him, you face remained distant and cold, you didn't remove your gaze from him, everyone knew that they couldn't hide from you, you were too observant.

Guilt had swirled in your gut at the sight of him, under examination by a group of people he longed to be somewhat friendly with, to work with to better the lives of his people, and Velaris was rich in knowledge and power, it was a court that you would want on your side if you walked a second in his shoes.

It wasn't often, if at all, that you would speak at meetings, it was an unspoken rule for you to be seen and not heard, your presence was powerful enough, and you did have the knack for making things worse with your jabbing words, "Raise your hand if your father is a piece of shit," the room fell silent, and Azriel had his head dipped low to conceal his smirk, his knee nudging yours gently in warning.

Slowly you raised your hand and looked to Rhys who rolled his eyes, but didn't raise his own, he didn't want to indulge you. In turn, Cassian raised his hand, Azriel lifted a finger as did Mor, Lucien's hand raised with his elbow still firmly plastered on the arm of his chair, and Eris didn't dare partake, but you all knew his answer already. Counting under your breath at the souls that had answered your call, you relaxed into your seat, "I don't know about you Rhys but I don't think you're anything like our dear old dad. Mor is nothing like hers, nor is Cassian or Azriel or Lucien. If we were all held accountable for the actions of our fathers then we surely would live in the most tyrannical world possible, no?"

Rhys raked down the iron clad walls of your mind and you gave him a pointed look, refusing him entry and smirking at the twitch that pulled at the corner of his lip, "There is no evidence that Eris will be like Beron, and refusing him alliance only makes such possibilities more likely," you picked at an invisible thread of your sheer black garment and feathered your fingers down the bargain tattoo that curled around your upper arm, one that matched the mark Azriel bore in the same place from a stupid bargain you had made what felt like eons ago.

"In simple terms, brother," you fluttered your eyelashes at him, ignoring his clear fury, "Get over yourself and give it a chance. Prythian can't be a land of harmony when males with big egos can't see the opportunity before them."

Feyre had confined herself to looking at the wall, shifting uncomfortably at the colliding forces of power between you and her mate. It was never something she had the courage to stand between, she'd perish if she even tried. Nesta was smirking at you, the only one who would hold Rhys accountable and live to see another day, relishing in the fury of the High Lord.

Another nudge prodded into your thigh and you snapped your gaze to Azriel, "Will you stop nudging me?" You swatted at his thigh, "This world has been through enough already, Amarantha, Hybern, Koschei... It's time that we made a world to be proud of and we can only do that if we work together."

"Who knew that the fawn had a voice?" Eris spoke and you sent him a satisfied grin, Rhys looked to the High Lord and snarled at the name he had dared to direct to you, but quickly composed himself with a warning glace to you that meant he would deal with you later.

Matching is tone, you teased, "Thank you. My campaign for High Lady is imminent," Cassian let out an audible low chuckle, his shoulders shaking next to Nesta who was doing her best to contain the amused smile that fought its way onto her lips.

Typical y/n.

Looking to Rhys, you smiled and waiting expectantly, he seethed out his answer, "Fine," he moved his attention to Eris who was still smirking at you, eyes blazing with curiosity, "We will work with you, Eris. Let's call this the start of a long lasting alliance between our courts," Rhys rose to his feet, "Please feel free to stay the evening and join us for dinner. I will have a room prepared for you."

An olive branch, one that made you avert your gaze to Eris to see him nod in shocked agreement.

Rhys lowered himself so that his head lingered by your ear, his fingers curled around the back of your chair, and he growled, "My office. Now."

A chill slithered down your spine and you smiled thinly at no one in particular before rising from your seat and following Rhys from the room. The pair of you didn't utter a single word as he led you through the halls of the House of Wind, walls that seemed to shrink away from your pulsating energies as he led you to his office and shut the door behind your entrance.

"What in the name of the Mother do you think you're doing?" Rhys seethed as he rounded your smaller figure, towering over you to the point that he shrouded you in the shadow of his figure and flexing wings.

With a raised brow, you spoke calmly, "I highly suggest you take a step back and stop trying to intimidate me," his gaze softened slightly and he obeyed you, stuttering back a couple of feet and tucking his wings out of sight.

"Eris is not someone that we should have an alliance with," he leaned against his desk and watched as you turned around, lifting the heavy glass lid to his whisky decanter and pouring two glasses of the amber liquid before extending one out to him which he took without question.

You waited until he had taken a sip before talking, "Regardless of what you think, you know I'm right," you took the seat opposite the desk and nestled into the deep brown cushions, leaving him standing before you, "Rhys, you wear a mask to the rest of the world, in everywhere other than Velaris. Cauldron, you even make us follow suit. Has it ever entered your limited mind that Eris may do the same, that he too is hiding behind the mask he has created for himself?"

Rhys frowned, "Did you just call me stupid?"

Scoffing, you sipped the amber liquid and enjoyed the delicious burn that sank down your throat, "All you're doing is proving my point."

Rhys threw his head back and inhaled deeply, clenching his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose, "You know that I love you," he lowered his gaze to wash over you, but you didn't falter, you had never faltered under Rhys' glare, you were perhaps the only one who wasn't impacted by it, "You have to understand that I will always do what is right to protect our home, to protect you."

"And you have to understand that I will always do what is right to better the continent, not just our people."

The relationship between you and Rhys was a complicated one. There was a lot of love and respect between you, but his fear of losing you often clouded his mind. His word was law, but your word was the final judgement. The reckoning. There was nothing even he could do to change that.

Many males had attempted to get close to you, but none were good enough to appease the expectations of the High Lord of the Night Court. It wasn't as if you cared. You required an equal, someone who wouldn't diminish your power, and males had the tendency to attempt to control you.

Rhys had even refused your hand to Helion, much to your disappointment, and before the acts that led to the demise of your sister, he had refused to extend a thought to Tamlin who had clearly been besotted with you. Thank the cauldron for that at least.

"You have a strong will, y/n," a backhanded compliment if you had ever heard one, you rose from your seat and placed your empty glass on the bare surface to his left, "It will get you in trouble."

"Good. I can't wait."

Leaving Rhys alone in his office had filled you with far too much smugness and serenity.

The golden tainted pink hue from the sunset poured through the large windows, trickling up the walls and coating your skin in its soft shimmer as you paced before them.

Black fabric chased after your steps from your dress sweeping in the breeze you had created in your movements, you could feel the comfort of your chambers, you could almost taste it as you rounded the corner and entered the room without a second thought.

The familiar skitter of cool kisses swirled around your ankles and you didn't need to look up to see who was splayed across your cream comforter, "I know what you're going to say," you disappeared behind the thin clouded dressing screen and peeled your dress from your body, rifling through the railing full of ornate pieces whilst Azriel examined your silhouette from his place on your bed.

"Then I don't need to tell you how stupid you are," you looked over your shoulder at his words, like he could see your expression which was one of confusion and annoyance, "I swear you get more defiant each day."

Peeking your head around the corner of the screen, displaying your face and shoulder to him, you spoke, "It's the only exciting thing I have to do around here."

Azriel quirked a brow to you, his shadows dancing around his shoulders at the sound of your voice, "That's not true," you scoffed at his words and disappeared back behind the screen, continuing on your quest to find a dress for dinner, "There are plenty of things to keep you entertained in Velaris."

"Azriel," you deadpanned, not stopping your movements in plucking dressed from the railing and holding them up to your body, "Rhys doesn't let me do anything other than train and sit and look pretty and intimidating. I'm Velaris' glorified trophy."

A particular garment caught your eye and you smirked, taking it from its hanger and pulling it up your form. It was a stunning piece, one you rarely wore. An ornate solid gold bodice of blooming roses and ivy that connected to a red wine skirt that possessed a high slit, cream lace poked from the highest point of the slit and kissed your thigh.

"That's not true. He let you fight against Hybern," Azriel told you pointedly, seemingly becoming lost for words when you stepped from the screen and soothed down the skirt of the dress before bending down to secure golden heeled sandals to your feet.

"I fought against Hybern because there was no choice to do anything but that," you hadn't spared the Shadowsinger a glance but smiled softly at the shadows that curled lovingly around your ankles, you held two sets of earrings up to your ears and tilted your head in the mirror, "I'm sure if there was an option to stay home then Rhys would have gladly assigned the position to me."

Azriel rose from the bed, moving behind you and resting his hands on your hips, his hazel eyes boring into your reflection, "He worries about losing you. He couldn't stop what happened to your mother and sister, I think he just wants to be able to stop anything from happening to you," Azriel smiled at you and your orange ringed violet eyes softened at him, "Wear the red ones, they match the skirt."

"Thanks, Az," he hummed in response and took a step back, the place where his hands once lay turning cold and begging for more, "Shall we go to dinner then? What an exciting evening we have ahead of us," Azriel chuckled and offered his arm to you which you gladly took, allowing him to pull you from the room.

There was an unspoken attachment between you and Azriel, like it could be something more if you were both willing to risk your already perfect relationship on the notion of it. You both knew that feelings lingered, but if Rhys ever found out it would surely cause a civil war within your family, and you'd hate to think where everyone would stand in that battle.

The dining room had been beautifully dressed, a black tablecloth and tall golden candles, gold plates and coated silverware, ornate but expensive goblets and an array of blood red and orange flowers, no doubt a nod from Feyre of respect toward Eris.

Azriel left you at your usual seat with a subtle squeeze of the hand before rounding the table and taking his spot opposite you, scuffing the chair against the stone and sitting in it as you did in yours. Family members trailed in one by one, Nesta took her seat beside you and Cassian sat to her left, Mor took the spot beside Azriel and Elain took the other, then Amren entered, then Rhys and Feyre, the former of which nestled into his spot at the head of the table.

Then Lucien and Eris entered, and the High Lord eyed the last two remaining spaces, the one at the head of the table opposite Rhys or the one next to you, and Eris strode beyond his brother to steal that option. He teetered at the edge of it and peered down on you questioningly, "May I?"

Feeling Rhys' eye on you that you didn't dare to acknowledge, you nodded gently, "Of course," he took your answer in the palm of his hand and used it to pull the chair out, his scent of mulled wine, candied orange and pine filling your lungs as he sat.

Eris was dressed well, a red waistcoat adorned with golden swirls, a cream shirt that was tucked into the waistband of his black pants, like he knew to match your own attire, something that not only you noticed.

Idly, decanters of wine floated about the space, pouring themselves into the empty goblets placed at every seat, and food began to appear, dish by dish, on the long table. Platters of roasted vegetables, silver dishes piled with meats, bowls of fresh salads, boats of sauces, and most importantly, towers of desserts that made your eyes glisten, wanting to skip the main course entirely and help yourself to a slice of cake.

Clearing his throat, Rhys raised his goblet, tearing you from your salivating thoughts, "A toast," he smiled thinly at Feyre whose gaze shifted to you and then to the male at your side, "To new alliances."

The room repeated the sentiment before digging in, doing their best to ignore the swirling tension caused by Eris choosing to spend the evening sat beside you. Though, that soon vanished when Cassian started telling his many tales of his escapades throughout the years with the intermittent corrections from Rhys and Azriel.

"I should thank you," a low voice spoke from your right and you craned your head toward Eris, his hypnotising russet orbs were fixated on you, dark and full of wonder as they raked over your face, "For what you said at the meeting. I hope you weren't scolded for helping my cause."

Eris' voice was low, only loud enough for you to hear and you alone, his eyes were soft and stare void of that stoic cold that usually possessed it. He looked like a completely different person, there was actually kindness bubbling within him, genuine sincerity in his words.

"Rhys can scold me all he wants, it'll never change anything," you replied in the same tone, the orange ring in your eyes burning like wildfire, "Anyhow, it's a cause worth supporting."

From the corner of your eye, you caught Lucien watching you with intrigue, his fingers encased with Elain's atop the table with a knowing glitter lingering in his expression, he grinned as his brother spoke and leaned toward Elain to whisper something beyond your realm of hearing, "I can't remember the last time I saw you before Hybern."

Smirking, you asked, "Have you been thinking about me, High Lord?"

"It's not hard to," he replied honestly, watching the faint blush creep up your cheeks, "When was the last time?"

Humming, you thought about it, it wasn't often you actually left the confinements of Velaris thanks to your brother's protective antics, your eyes glazed over slightly, "It was Under The Mountain, at the beginning, after she," you rolled you shoulders, coiling them in the memory of that night.

That's right, the last time he had seen you before the war had been the night after Amarantha had stripped your wings from your body, carving them off with her talons to punish Rhys' reluctance. It had taken everything within Eris to not set her alight on the spot, if he could have, after he had seen your shaking pale form wandering the halls like a ghost.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."

"It's fine," you insisted, sighing deeply, "It's a fading memory now, I've adjusted well."

"I'm glad to hear it," the genuine tone to him was confusing, but you always knew there more to him than what met the eye, and part of you was proud to have been correct about it.

Eris had grown up listening to the stories about you and Rhys, two formidable winged warriors that exuded darkness and power, who held the capacity in their fingers to shatter kingdoms if they so wished it.

It didn't scare him. You had never scared him actually.

"Make the most of this alliance, Eris. It's very rare that I speak up on such matters," you told him, sipping from the wine in your cup and placing it back onto the tabletop under Rhys' watchful gaze.

There was an elegance about you, Eris noticed, the poised shoulders and perfectly slender pointed ears, the violet eyes with the speckles of Autumn orange, the grace laced in your words. It was a spectacular thing to witness up close.

"Then why did you?"

There was a moment of contemplation and you furrowed your brow in thought, "I can't sit by and be part of the reason why people suffer," very unlike Rhys, "Other than that," you trailed off, looking deep into his eyes like your violet pools were drowning in his soul, "I'm not quite sure."

Author's Note

Part one to the series I've been planning for awhile.

Prepare yourselves for a pining, needy slow burn with a hint of forbidden love x

[honeybeefae]

Making An Heir (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY THIRTEEN: BREEDING

Summary// The pressure from the advisors and members of the court for the two of you to produce an heir is high. It is all anyone can talk about and while you certainly enjoy the idea of having children, you don’t expect Eris to feel the same given his parental history. He has stayed mostly quiet on the subject until he catches you in the mirror with a pillow under your blouse, imagining what it would be like. 

(I know this is out of order for the Kinktober fic but so many of you guys requested it so enjoy it, you dirty little readers. Also thanks so much for the anon who suggested subspace bc that was so much fun to write! ;))

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, subspace, dom!Eris, sub!Reader, cumming inside (pls wear protection), talk of pregnancy

You had been mated with Eris for five years now and it was like you were truly living for the first time. He was the center of your life, the ship in the middle of the ocean, the warm blanket you cuddled with at night. Life began and ended with him and you knew he felt the same way.

He spoiled you with anything you could ever want. Jewels, dresses, books, pets, anything your heart desired he would go find because he loved making you happy. You knew not every mated couple had such a good life, that sometimes fate was more than met the eye, but yours was truly meant to be.

Everything had been perfect in your lives…except for the last few months. The Autumn Court advisors had been prying into your private lives, pestering Eris on when he would produce an heir. It angered you every time it was brought up as they acted like it was your fault. As if you were the one who was refusing a child.

It couldn’t have been farther from the truth. You had wanted children with Eris since you first started courting, dreaming about the little red-headed babes running around your feet. Fae pregnancies were incredibly difficult on the body and were also rare, however, you had no fear. 

But you could not say the same for your mate. Eris avoided the subject like the plague. He would shut down his advisors with a simple wave of his hand and a frown while also doing the same with you.

You knew some of it was his own fears of fatherhood given how he was raised with Beron but you had assured him many times that he was not his father. Eris is ten times the man Beron was but he couldn’t seem to understand that. It was one of his worst fears to turn out like him.

Eris was also terrified of something happening to you. He had heard of what almost happened to Feyre, albeit her situation was a little different. What if he lost you? He didn’t have some magical gift from the Cauldron to bring you back. You would be gone forever and he would either be left alone or with a child who killed his mate, their mother. How could he love someone that did that?

The last two weeks had been full of tension as one of Eris’s brother’s wives had fallen pregnant, announcing it in court with an evil smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing by making such a public spectacle and you had had to force a smile the rest of the evening as everyone stared at you in judgment.

In their heads, you had only one job to do that you were currently failing at. This entire situation was weighing heavily on your shoulders but you did not want to force Eris into something he did not want. 

However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t wish for it still, did it? That you couldn’t desire it secretly in the quiet of your bedroom?  Eris was supposed to be gone for the day on a hunting trip, the first he’s taken in a month, so no one should be seeking you out until nightfall.

Your eyes landed on a soft pillow atop your shared bed, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you walked quietly over and grabbed it. There was no real need for you to be quiet but you still felt as if you were doing something wrong. You went back to the mirror in the corner of your room and stood in front of it, positing yourself to the side.

With one hand you lifted up your skirts and used the other to stuff the pillow inside it until it was settled against your belly, making it pop and give a lumpy shape of roundness. It didn’t look like a typical pregnant belly but the feelings that ran through you were all the same.

Sadness, pining, joy, pain, it was a cocktail of emotions that made your head spin. 

You began to imagine it as your real belly, of all the dresses you could have tailored and how Eris would kiss your stomach every morning and night. Would Eris like you like this? Would he be constantly wanting to touch you, rub you, or would he want nothing to do with you?

Minutes passed as you watched yourself in the mirror, rubbing the pillow as if it were real. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps of your mate or the door opening.

“What are you doing?” His voice pierced through your imagination, making you jump and turn towards him.

“Eris, I-” You flounder over your words, cheeks heating up as he stares at you with furrowed brows. “I was just, I mean, Eris I’m sorry…”

“Is that a pillow?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you playfully or if he was genuinely upset. Either way, the embarrassment made you want to be swallowed by the floor. Quickly you yanked the pillow out from underneath your dress and held it behind your back, looking down at the floor.

“I know you don’t want kids. I know you don’t want to talk about it. I promise this isn’t a trick or anything I just wanted-” You explained, tears wetting your eyelashes as he came over to you and lifted your head up. 

“What did you want, my lady?” Eris murmured, amber eyes softening at how upset you were. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, knowing that wasn’t the truth. 

“I just wanted to see what I would look like pregnant.” You whispered. “It was silly.”

“Do you want to be pregnant?” He asked you lowly, catching your eyes once more. “Is that what you want?”

You felt the words stuck in your throat as he stepped closer to you, caging you in his arms. When he found you thought that he was going to be angry or disappointed but this reaction was completely unexpected.

“My advisors have been hounding my back nonstop over this… predicament of  ours.” Eris continued on, the corner of his lip turning upwards. “Day after day, night after night. I had been worried you weren’t ready, that you would be terrified, and yet here I catch you doing this.”

“I-” You tried to interrupt but quickly shut your mouth when he grabbed your hips roughly, turning you around so that your back was to his chest and you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

“You what? Hm?” He taunted, intertwining your hand with his and slowly dragging it down your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin as his smoldering eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. “You want me to fill you up with my cum, little fox? To pound into you like a beast takes his bitch? To breed you?”

Eris loved to talk like this in the bedroom and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you also loved it. The control, the domination, of his words made you melt and want to please him. And with the words he was saying about breeding you…it was no surprise that your pussy was clenching in anticipation.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I expect you to answer.” Eris reprimanded, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his other hand came to circle around your throat. “Is that what my lady commands of her lord? To fuck an heir into her?”

Whiplash was the only thing that you could describe as feeling with how things were turning out. It was like a flip had been switched in him but you were already too drunk on lust to question it, nodding your head and whimpering.

“Yes, yes, sir.” You answered, groaning when he untangled his hand from yours and squeezed your breasts through your dress. “I…I want you to fill me up.”

“Breed you. You want me to breed you.” He corrected, pinching your pebbled nipple which had you squirming. “Say it.”

You swallowed thickly and looked at him through the mirror. 

“I want you to breed me, my lord.”

Eris grinned wickedly and turned you back towards him, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling your neck back until it was almost at a ninety-degree angle.

“Well then, I suppose we better get started. Now.”

He was anything but gentle as he took the collar of your dress and ripped it with his bare hands, biceps flexing underneath the thin material of his shirt. You shivered as your body was exposed to the cool air. 

“On your hands and knees.” He orders, smiling when you immediately followed his command. Normally you would mouth off and be a little brat, asking for punishment, but tonight it seemed you were ready to be his good little girl. 

You turn to look behind you, feeling your wetness grow from the way he was devouring you with his eyes. Eris began to rid himself of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and ready to pump you full of his hot seed. He climbed behind you, his large hands running over the curve of your ass.

The bed dipped as he knelt on his knees, pushing the material of your panties to the side to unveil your dripping cunt. “I love how wet you get for me, Y/N,” Eris growled, licking his lips. “I’ve barely even touched you and you are already making a mess on these sheets.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whisper, not sure if he wanted you to apologize or not. He chuckled and ran a single finger down your pussy, collecting the juices and bringing them to his mouth.

“Look at my little fox using her manners.” He praised, moaning at the taste of you. “You want this badly don’t you?”

“Mhm.” You nod, taking in shaky breaths as you felt hot air on your lips. It was a wonder that your entire body wasn’t shaking with need at this point.

“Well what my lady wants, she gets.” Eris said before burying himself in your sex, his tongue flicking over your clit in quick swipes while his nose teased your hole. “Fuck you taste like heaven on my tongue.”

You could only whine in response, legs squeezing either side of his head as he feasted on you. He knew all the right speeds and ways to eat you out, how to make you sing in pleasure. Your arms were wobbling from the waves of pleasure he was giving you.

The room was filled with the filthy sounds of him slurping you up, one of his hands kneading your ass while the other stroked his cock. You could hear the wet sounds of him touching himself, making you even more delirious. 

“I want you to cum on my tongue, little fox.” Eris said firmly, taking your entire clit into his mouth and sucking. The action had you crying out in ecstasy, feeling like you were floating above your body as your entire body shook. 

He was always able to make you cum quickly because he took the time to know everything that made you tick, good and bad. Eris used it to his advantage many times and tonight was no different. You didn’t want this to be over so early but you also knew that tonight was special. This was going to be the first of many.

“Eris, ah!” You cried out, feeling that coil in you snap. He grunted in satisfaction when you started to mindlessly grind backward onto his face, your hands fisting the sheets. “It feels so good, sir.”

Every last drop of your cum went down his throat and his chin, his eyes closed in bliss. When you started to squirm from sensitivity he pulled back, holding the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“I’m going to breed you now,” Eris growled, not giving you a chance to recover as he thrust in until his balls slapped against your already tender clit. “And you are going to take it all, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer fast enough, couldn’t answer, as you were still reeling from what he had just done. However, your mate had little patience and was quick to grab your hair once more, pulling it until you whined. 

“Yes, Eris, yes,” You stuttered, enjoying the slight burn coming from your cunt as he stretched you out. “I’ll take it all, I’ll be good.”

His eyes were almost completely black as he gave you a feral grin, pulling almost all the way out before stuffing you full. Your tits were bouncing with each thrust, your hair still wrapped around his hand as he threw his head back in rapture.

“I know you will. I know you will.” He cooed, pulling his head back to watch his cock go in and out. The sheets were indeed a mess underneath you, a giant wet stain that was only going to grow as the night went on. 

One of your hands went down and began to fiddle with your swollen clit, moaning loudly as he fucked you hard. Eris noticed and clicked his tongue, using the hand that had your hair and pushing your face into the mattress. 

“Look at you, already trying to cum again.” Eris jeered, his grip bruising on your hips. “My lady is just a desperate little whore, isn’t she? A little whore who wants to be bred, to carry my children and do it over and over and over again.”

Your cries were muffled as he laughed darkly, feeling the familiar tingle of his own orgasm creeping up his spine. “But she’s such a pretty whore…” He purred, letting go of your head to brush the hair out of your face. Your entire body was being jolted by the force of his body, and your mascara was smudged, but you were too high on your own lust to care. 

“Please, please, please, sir.” You babbled, bottom lip quivering. “I wanna cum, I want you to fill me up, please.”

He grunted and furrowed his brows, his long red hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat as he put all his concentration on your pussy. “You don’t get to cum right now, Y/N. I want you to hold it in for me.”

Eris’s thrusts grew sloppily as his balls tightened, picturing you with a swollen belly and heavy tits. It made his mouth water and he barely heard your pleas of mercy. You felt the first spurts shoot into you, his cum almost burning, and it made your entire cunt clench around his cock.

“Don’t you fucking cum.” He swore, groaning in pleasure as he emptied himself into your womb. You felt tears fall down your cheek, desperately craving that release. It was taking all the will of your body to not give in to what you wanted.

The sheer amount of cum was too much for you to contain and it leaked through the seal of your lips, dripping onto your legs and the bed. He gave two more thrusts before pulling out completely, admiring the way he left you gaping and gushing. 

“You did so well, little fox.” Eris commended, pushing two thick fingers inside you and scooping out the mixture of his seed and your juices. He flipped you onto your back with one hand, your hair sprawling around you as he held those fingers over your mouth. “Suck.”

With tears staining your cheeks you followed his orders, chest rising and falling quickly as you swallowed it like you knew he wanted. Eris’s eyes turned tender upon seeing you, breaking the facade briefly to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You were grateful for it even though you were still aching for him to let you cum.

After a minute he pulled away, noticing you fidgeting. “Does my little whore want something? Was that not enough for her?”

You nodded shyly, eyes widening when he laid down beside you and then patted his lap. His cock was already hard once more, glistening in the firelight. You climbed onto his lap, looking down at him. 

“Well? What do you want?” He pressed, one of his hands resting on your hip while the other went to your cunt. Eris smirked as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, enjoying the way you jumped. “You want to cum again? Greedy little girl.”

“I-” You tried to interject but shut your mouth when he suddenly lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, your hole hovering above the tip of his dick. 

“It is greedy, Y/N.” He cut you off. “If you want to cum again you need to say it.”

The words were on the tip of your tongue. Eris loved to make you say these things, to make you degrade yourself. It made you feel embarrassed but you also knew you weren’t going to get what you wanted if you didn’t.

“I”m a greedy little girl.” You murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as he thrust up slowly. Inch by inch he filled you again, both of your cum making it easy for him to slide in. “I want to cum again, to be filled up by you, sir.”

“Ride me then, Y/N,” Eris ordered, letting you bottom out and giving you a hardy smack on your ass. “Take what you want. Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum.”

Some people would think that this was a blessing, that he was giving you what you wanted, but it was far from the truth. You did love riding him, loved watching him watch you, but he knew as well as you did that you needed him to make you cum. You couldn’t do it yourself.

You began to bounce on him, hoping this time you might be able to do it without him, and moaned as he hit that spot deep inside you. Your hips rolled and breasts swayed with each rise and fall of your body, his amber eyes never leaving your face.

“That’s it, my little whore, ride your lord’s cock.” He snickered, noticing the frustration building within you. “Show me how badly you want it.”

The need in your stomach was growing like an inferno. You were fucking yourself with all your strength, both of your hands resting on either side of his body as you whimpered through your teeth and closed your eyes in concentration. 

“I want it, I want it, please sir.” You whined, your mind slowly slipping away from you as you seemed to stay on the edge of orgasm for hours. It was driving you insane. “Eris, Eris, I can’t. I need, I need-”

“What do you need, Y/N?” He cooed, smiling as your eyelashes fluttered and your hips finally slowed. His cock fell out of you and he knew you were getting into your subspace, something that made him feel tender and hungry at the same time. “Do you need my help?”

You barely had the coherency to nod, looking up at him with complete trust and want. “Please…”

He kissed your forehead and rolled you onto your back, lining up his cock and inching himself inside you once more. Both of his hands interlocked with yours and brought them above your head, keeping you still as he started a slow, hard rhythm.

You called out his name in ecstasy, enjoying the way his lips trailed over your neck and collarbone. “My sweet lady, so ready to take my cum and let me knock her up.” He breathed into your ear, pressing his forehead against yours.

“This is all you want, all you need, is my cock inside you.” Eris’s breaths were coming faster now, loving the way your walls fluttered around him. “You wanted to be bred and now you are. Your cunt is so full of me that you’ll be leaking for days, feeling it drip down your leg but it doesn’t matter because I’ll keep stuffing your pussy every night until this belly is round and tight.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt the crest of your orgasm coming up, your back arching off the bed as your throat burned from all the screaming you had been doing. All you could do now was whimper, your hands coming to circle around your neck as you babbled incoherently.

“Eris, please, I wanna, please,” You turned your head from side to side, eyebrows scrunching together. “Cum, let me, Gods, please!”

“Do it, Y/N.” Eris encouraged, moving his hips until he felt that squishy spot inside you that made you see double. “Cum for me, my little whore. Cum all over my cock, let that pretty pussy clench around me. Be a good girl.”

Everything around you went white and your ears began to ring as you came, your toes curling and back arching even further until you were sure you were going to snap in half. Your mouth was opened in a silent scream, letting your body succumb to everything your mate was giving to you.

The sight of you coming undone was enough for Eris to follow behind you, his mouth covering yours as he held himself still. It made his balls ache from how hard he was cumming, cursing loudly as he pulled away to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

“Take it, Y/N, fucking take it.” He growled into your neck. “Gods, you are so fucking tight on my cock.”

It took the both of you several minutes to catch your breath, Eris’s dick softening inside you as you struggled to come back to reality. He knew that this was rougher than normal, without any breaks, and he had probably pushed you to your limit. 

But he had no regrets. And neither did you.

You barely registered when he scooped you up and nuzzled you close to his chest, whispering sweet nothings as he carried you over to the bathroom. Eris knew he needed to clean you before you went to bed and while he was waiting for the bath to fill, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at your stomach and wondering if it stuck.

Either way, you two would definitely be doing this again. 

[purple-writer8]

I Know Places - ACOTAR

Rhysand x Vanserra!Reader

“They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run.”

warnings: abused eris, autumn court shenanigans, mentioned abuse (verbal and physical), talks of violence, forbidden love, beron being beron, beron being abusive, physical abuse, angst, sexism, the autumn court brothers, angst, beron slander (as he deserves)

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Part Two to But Daddy I Love Him

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Your father had struck you across your face. He killed you. Killed you and killed your happiness. You thought he would understand, that he would let you marry Rhysand and you would be happy. What a fool you were to think Beron would ever allow you free will. “I’m sorry, darling,” your mother had been comforting you for hours now. 

 Your head rested on her lap as she weaved her fingers through your dirty blonde hair. “How can he be like this? Why doesn’t he want me to be happy?” You cried softly, your hands gripping your mother’s skirts with a white-knuckle grip. 

 “He… well, he loves you… he means well…” she trembled as she spoke, and you knew that she did not mean that. “How can you say that, mother? Means well? He struck me three times…” you sobbed unto her lap, your heart aching for one person— your lover. 

“Darling, I know he is… unorthodox in his ways, but he cares about your future.” You sat up from your stance when she spoke those words, rage flaring inside your body at her claims. "Cares about my future?! How can you say that after what he did?" You spat angrily, your hands burning with your fire that was just begging to be let out. 

"Rhysand is a bad man... his court... it's a nightmare. There are no morals there. He is a cruel, wicked man, just like his father," your mother contested. You could tell that she was distressed, just like you could tell how abused she was by your father, how she feared him even when he was not around. 

"Do you think I am daft, mother?" You asked quietly. 

"No, honey. You are just youn-" You cut her off. 

"Do you think I don't know, mother? You think I haven't seen how beaten he leaves Eris after he makes a small mistake? You think I haven't seen how he eggs Fenix on to compete with Eris constantly? How he beats each of my brothers into oblivion? You think I don't know what happened to Jesminda and Lucien?" You were erratic, trying to get her to understand that you were no longer a child. 

Your eyes drifted to her arms, covered by her long sleeved dress, "you think I don't know what he does to you?" 

The Lady of Autumn stilled, her face falling as she stared at you solemnly. "I have tried to protect you... Eris has tried. Even Beron has tried. Our reality is not perfect, but your father loves you, and he wants to protect you." 

"I don't need protection, mother. I am not a child anymore... I am a female grown... and I want Rhys, and he wants me." You stated in an unwavering manner. 

"You must understand that Rhysand is not a good man, honey. The Night Court is the worst place to be, the fae there are deranged and depraved," your mother countered. 

You knew there was darkness in the Night Court, but you also knew there was light. So much light. You saw it, Rhys had shown you. But you could never say that, you had promised to keep Velaris a secret, and you would. "There must be good there, mother. I know there must," you stated softly. 

When she did not answer, you said, "he loves me and he would never hurt me. I deserve him, and he deserves me. I wish to be happy." 

She blinked and wiped her hands on her skirts, shaking her head, "your father has made up his mind, it is time you come to terms with that. We are Vanserras, it is the hand we were dealt." With that, the Lady of Autumn left your chambers, sending you further into despair. So, just because you were a Vanserra you had to deal with abuse and unhappiness? 

You would let your family say what they wanted, but you wouldn't hear it. Loose lips sunk ships all the time, but not this time. Left to your own devices, you decided you wouldn't put up with your father's abuse. You rushed to your vanity and rummaged through the cabinet that held all of your trinkets until you found it. 

A mirror.  A beautiful sapphire encrusted mirror given to you by Rhys a few months back. You reached for your red tube of lipstick and wrote on the glass, Come and get me. It was an enchanted mirror, made for the two of you to communicate through it, since he could not reach you in Autumn. You set the mirror down and waited, hoping that your lover hadn't shoved his own mirror in a drawer and forgotten about it. 

You spent the day pacing back and forth in your chambers, hands trembling as you constantly checked the mirror for a reply back. Rhys, please, you pleaded in your mind. 

"I love it when you beg," you let out a happy shriek when your lover appeared in the middle of your room, having winnowed in suddenly. You jumped into Rhys's arms, snaking your own over his neck and pulling him in. His arms slithered around your waist, holding you steady as you held on to him for dear life. 

"Thank the Cauldron," you cried happy tears, ready for him to take you away from this cage. Rhys pulled away and inspected your figure, his violet eyes turning dark, his thumb grazing over the bruising on your cheek as he growled, "Beron." 

A tear slipped down your cheek, a tear he collected with his thumb, "you won't ever suffer under your father again." 

"I just want to go with you," you sniffed, leaning your head against his hand as he cupped your cheek. The door to your chambers opened swiftly, "sister, I've brought you suppe-" 

Eris dropped the plate when he saw the High Lord of Night holding you close, his expression turning into steel. You yelped and clung to Rhys for dear life as your older brother sent fire bolts his way-- bolts that bounced off the shield Rhysand had put up around the two of you. "It doesn't have to be like this," Rhysand told your brother in a sing-song voice. 

"Let her go! This is a breach! This means war, Rhysand." Eris growled and you could only shake your head. "I'm sorry," was what you said before Rhys winnowed the two of you away. 

As you were winnowed into a manor-- in the Night Court, you assumed-- you fell to your knees, loud sobs leaving your body. Rhys was quick to kneel with you, taking your trembling hands in his. "This is what you want?" He asked in a soft tone. 

You nodded, "for me it's always you. It's only you, but... I'll miss Eris."

"I know, lovely. But this is the only way." 

"I know." You said, standing up with his help. 

A feline smile spread on his face as he motioned to the starry and gorgeous view outside the balcony he had winnowed into, "Welcome to the Night Court." 

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Author’s note:

Part three of her meeting th IC and fluff? ALSO THANK YOU SM FOR THE COMMENTS ON PART ONEEEEE i am bursting with love

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Enemy Lines - Reader x Azriel - reader is caught by the Autumn Court and Azriel saves her.

TW - themes of torture/death, gruesome violence, damsel in distress reader, savior Azriel

“I don’t want her going alone.” Azriel’s words were clipped towards his high lord. It seemed that the other part of Rhysand, his brother, would be unavailable for this matter. Azriel wasn’t sure if he blamed him. 

“I understand your bond is new, but this is essential, Azriel.” He said calmly, hardly looking up from the maps atop the table. 

He couldn’t help the way his lips pulled back in disgust. “So send Feyre, then.” He shot back, unable to contain the words. Rhys stilled, then finally, finally looked at Azriel. 

Pity coasted his features, then hardened back into that mask of the high lord. “Feyre does not have the same gifts. It would defeat the purpose-”

“Send me, send anyone else. Rhys this is a death sentence!” 

“Have faith in your mate, Azriel. She is talented, and smarter than you give her credit for.” His dismissal was not angry, nor was it painted with that pitying look he’d shown before. To his credit, he revealed no sign of budging on the matter, even while one of the few that could challenge him and survive raged at him.

Azriel saw the conversation going nowhere, and stormed from the room.

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The robes were uncomfortable. You sighed and adjusted your position in the saddle again, wishing to the Mother you’d picked a different disguise for this role. The priestess uniform had made you look utterly delectable though, so there was no complaining there. Not as Azriel had whispered filthy things to you while he flew you to the closest stable where he was sure there were no Autumn cout guards or spies lingering. 

You bought the cheapest horse they had, and it’d been a mistake. 

The mare threw her head and nearly reared each time Azriel got within a few yards of her. It made the journey much longer without your mate at your side. You’d planned to at least say goodbye to him before you got to the Autumn border, but with such a fussy mare, it seemed that it wouldn’t happen. 

So as the humidity and heat started to peak, you waved behind you, to the darkening sky where you knew Azriel watched from afar. 

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You had four days to get as much information as you could on Beron’s plans. He’d recently began acquiring more and more ships along his shoreline, and it’d caused a stir. Skiffs, warships and cargo boats clotted his waterways as you rode up the bridge to the bunker castle, nestled into the leaf littered ground. 

Your pale robes stood out in bright contrast against all the red, orange and brown shades of this place. Guards closed in from the trees once you crossed, meeting you at the outer gates of the castle. Two males stood in front, spears sharp and at the ready. 

“State your business.” One commanded. 

The glamour over your face was essential now, and you made sure it did not slip as you spoke.

“The Mother sends you a Priestess, and you meet her with violence?” You called back.

Your heart quickened as you stepped down from the horse, a vulnerable time of dismount would be the perfect moment to kill. They could take it as a threat, and be justified in their murder.

“I am Vivienne, of the Kallos Sea. I understand your previous priestess has…” You paused for effect, knowing that she was on a very long sailing back to Valhallan. “Abandoned her duties.” 

“How could you-” The leader began, but was interrupted by the enormous stone doors opening. 

“Welcome, priestess.” Eris Vanserra welcomed you, waving you forward.

+

“I understand that the temple in Valhallan has been undergoing restructuring. Much overdo, in my opinion.``You hummed in agreement, made absent comments while you searched the walls and doors for any hint at where Beron’s office may be. Eris made kind smalltalk while he showed you to your room. The male was charming, but revealed nothing about the influx of ships when you hinted towards it.

Remnants of the missing priestess still lay about. The candles, gems and potions lined the shelves on the walls. Personal artifacts had been cleared, and you hoped the female wasn’t fond of the items left behind. Azriel was only able to capture her because her journey to the nearest temple had taken her out of sight of the court’s many guard stations. 

“My lady?” Eris prompted, his forehead pinched. He’d been speaking. You cursed yourself, you feigned sadness, and placed a hand upon your chest. “I apologize my lord, it has been.. Distressing to say the least. With Liasia disappearing it is… unsettling.” You fanned your face, making sure that the false tears showed. 

“You’re safe here.” Eris assured, with a squeeze to your shoulder. His hand left behind a tingling, heated sensation on your skin. A reminder of what he was? What power he possessed? He looked at you, his golden gaze darkening. “Just be sure you have someone with you if you exit the manor.” 

You batted your eyes at him, playing the part of seductive priestess well. “I’d ask for you if I did, prince.” 

That got him to smile. “Please do. I’d be more than happy to show you my court.” 

A new idea sparked in your mind. Perhaps you wouldn’t need to make this a rushed, blind mission. If Eris was as paliape as he seemed to be for you, perhaps he’d give you the information willingly. 

His gaze lingered on you, even as he bid you goodnight.

+

The rotting scent only seemed extreme when your torturers came and went. The fresh air they brought with them a curse more than a relief. All around the Autumn dungeons seemed to reek and ooze with the smell of decay and half eaten things. A bucket of rats in the corner, long dead was swarmed with maggots. The trays of food you’d not eaten had been thrown against the walls, food for more scurrying things to feast upon.

Eris did none of the torturing himself. He did watch though, and questioned while a hooded and masked male did the carving. You had two fingernails left, from what you’d been able to see through your swollen eyes. They’d had some kind of powder, an itching, burning thing that they used when they’d gotten sick of the blood. 

But you hadn’t broken. The glamour was still in place, and you’d die before implicating your court. 

“You smell of snow and wind and rivers. Not of the Ocean, Vivenne.” Eris had whispered, so close you could feel his hot breath on your ear. “There is no reconstruction the Mother’s Temple. The Valhallan sages think it to be distasteful.” He said smugly. 

Though you cursed yourself for falling to such a trap, you worried more for Azriel, who by your estimation would be arriving in less than a day for your rescue.

“Perhaps you don’t know all that you think you do, Prince.” You strained for the words, little more than a whisper.

+

The hours were grinding on Azriel’s nerves. He had gotten the sense that something was wrong days ago, but he refused to act. The bond had remained quiet, diluted almost from the Glamour. He did not enjoy being so blinded from you. Without the mental link, he felt lost, like a ship without course. 

Night fell, and he decided he could no longer wait. He did not warn Rhys or Cassian, because he know - deep in his bones - that something was wrong. Something more than just his mate being late to their meeting point. Something had gone wrong. 

So, with a running start, he flew through the Autumn Court borders and vowed to the Mother he’d find you or die trying. 

+

The pain was less than a pinch, each time they drew your blood. The blades and odd things they used were nothing, compared to the poisoned prods they’d put in your back. Fire rippled through you with every breath, with every heartbeat that dragged the poison through you. 

Your eyes no longer wept from the throbbing, your voice was gone from the screaming. You held on faintly, to the glimmering bond deep inside your mind - your soul. The thick rope that seemed to be vibrating, warm and welcoming to your presence held you together. It was Azriel. It had to be, because if it wasn’t then what was the point of holding on any longer? 

You could feel something like peace embrace you, every time you’d pass out. Darkness greeted you with open arms, enticing you to fall into the shapeless pit. But that cord, that part of you that loved Azriel more than it feared the pain… it was stronger. It helped you stay, to remain in this world for a few more hours. Days? How long had it been since Eris’ guards had ambushed you? 

The question brought forth the violence of consciousness. The males before you came into focus again, and you body tensed. The fire along your back heightened, earning a broken sob from your chest. 

“Tell me where you’re from, who you’re with, and this can be over.” Eris promised, his voice like honey in the darkness. And Mother above it was tempting. So incredibly tempting to allow the words to come out. The answer to what he wanted was only a few syllables. You could feel your hold on the Glamour beginning to shake. 

There was a thudding sound, far above the prison cell. Dirt shifted and rained down from the ceiling above. An earthquake, hopefully - that would rid you of this pain faster than you’d hope. 

Eris flicked a hand, and two of the guards left the room. When the door opened, revealing silvered moonlight from the windows in the hall, it also made that decaying scent swirl and vacate the room for a moment.

And when you’d normally cringe, and attempt to hold your breath, this fresh air was different. It was cold. Downright freezing, in fact. The guards hesitated outside the door, and the screaming began.

+

“Where is she.” Azriel’s voice was not his own. It was a growl, a demand and promise of wrath if the boy did not answer his question. The redhead stammered, and clawed at the shadowsinger’s hands, his eyes wide and horrified at what he saw before him.

He let the boy drop. It’d be more likely a guard would know. Azriel was having a hard time getting to the logic of things though, when he sensed the pain his mate was in. When he knew he’d been right all along, and Rhys should have listened.

The compiled rage leaked from him like a poison. Every guard who got close enough fainted or died on the spot from the intensity of the shadows, the nightmares they saw there. He reigned them in, his surroundings coming into focus. He took a breath, and it was as if his senses were heightened in this state. 

There was a male hiding behind the next corner, beside a barrel of wine and stores of bread. Azriel was there in an instant, his shadows taking him so easily, like liquid from one space to the other. 

“Where is she?” He said the words calmly, but they still came out through his teeth. 

“W-who-”

“The priestess!” Azriel’s blade was at the male’s neck in the next heartbeat. There wouldn’t be survivors here, not tonight. 

“The cells are down the next hall, the door on the left with the lock. The Prince is there as well-” With the teary confession, Azriel threw the male against the wall, flecks of bone chasing his shadows as he winnowed to the end of the hall. 

+

The screams were growing louder, more frantic before ending abruptly. Eris flicked a hand again, and all the devices and pain actively hurting you disappeared. The torturer included. Had he been a figment the entire time? More shouts echoed through the halls. 

A smile curled your lip, stretching the skin to the point of pain. Then, you couldn’t help but laugh. As much as you could anyway, it came out more like bitter coughs. 

Eris was moving then, a swift backhand had you spitting up blood between laughs. He unhooked your legs, then your arms. He held you up by the waist, then decided better and let you fall to the ground. Your body sparked in pain, protesting at every movement. Something cold pressed to your neck, and you closed your eyes, blood tipping back in your throat. 

The cold air flowing into the room stopped all together, and the silvery light of the moon faded. Your heart thundered, every joint in your body throbbing in time with it. Pain sang through you, a symphony of aches and split scabs being torn apart.

The guards at the door shuffled, holding their weapons at the ready, then abruptly fell to their knees. There was no sound, other than the clang of their weapons against the stone. 

Azriel appeared in the doorway like a god, wrathful and wielding his power like a part of himself. Your tears stung your wounds as they fell. You mouthed his name, unable to make the word out around the knot in your throat. 

“Not another step, Shadowsinger.” The knife at your throat pinched, and warmth flowed down your chest. 

Azriel straightened, his jaw flexing. “What about her?” Azriel held up a hand, and a red haired female appeared, a gag in her mouth and tears in her eyes. You recognized her as the Beron’s wife, the Lady of Autumn. Eris’s knife relaxed at your throat, and his other no longer held you in place. Your body sagged, threatening to fall without the support of his other hand at your shoulder. 

“You wouldn’t. She’s done nothing.” Eris spat, and a cruel smile played at Azriel’s lips. Truth teller laid a streak of blood upon the Lady’s high cheekbone, carving down, down, down-

“Enough!” Eris was shaking, you could feel it reverberating through his legs. 

“Let her go.” Azriel’s eyes darted to yours, and he blinked quickly. “Release her Eris, or I’ll be sure she regrets ever birthing you.” 

“I’m certain she already does.” Eris muttered, shame weighing his voice. He nudged you forward, and you nearly fell face first to the floor but Azriel was there - and you were gone. Cool shadows embracing you, circling you like a cat. 

“What did they do- what hurts the most?” Azriel was asking before he’d even stepped from his shadows. You landed together in damp leaves, the moon’s light making you squint. 

His hands shook as they grazed over your tattered clothes. His mind warring with revenge and healing. The glamour on your face was rippling and changing, shifting between the face he loved and the one of a stranger. But your scent. He inhaled deeply, greedily, even though it was tainted with blood and something darker, more sinister beneath the surface. It was still you. Still his mate.

“Missed you.” You breathed, smiling at him through swollen lips. His heart ached, his stomach threatened to spill out right there on the decaying autumn ground. 

He tore off his top layer of leather, covering your shoulders with it. The siphons attached dulled but didn’t darken. He used parts of that glowing power to patch up the larger wounds he could see in the shadowy moonlight. Relief flooded him when that glamour finally shifted, and fell. Your face was a bloodied mess but he kissed you on the forehead anyway, as gentle as he could.

 He felt weak, so very tired and weak after the encounter. Fatigue pulled on him, even as the night air bit at his exposed arms once he took off into the sky. 

[erisweekofficial]

Tonight we're here to hype up @nocasdatsgay aka finnijer on ao3!

If you're looking for a multiship Eris super writer, you HAVE to check out her writing. Neris? Got it. Azris? Got that too. Eris x Reader? Check. But did you know you needed Cassian x Eris? No. Well now you do. We're incredibly impressed with the diverse range of ships! 🥵

Seriously though, there's so many great fics on her master list. We wanted to share a few with you to get started.

Neris but make it omegaverse (1) (2) (3)

Azris: Chokehold

Eris x Reader: So Where do I Start?

Or any of her Eris Week fics from last year!

Read on to learn more about @nocasdatsgay's opinions on Eris and what his tumblr blog would be like.

What is your favorite eris thing you've made?

This is hard. I was told to pick the thing with the most Beron* so The Price You Pay for Power. It’s from Nesta’s perspective but I get to work in hits of what Eris is thinking or planning through how she perceives him and his expressions. I think I did a better job in this story so far with writing what most consider “canon Eris”. He’s closed off, stern, but also does his best to keep Nesta safe after the disaster that was Family Dinner.

When do you think Eris got his first smokehound?

Smoke hounds are a prize possession of Autumn. I like to think maybe he got one as the eldest Vanserra but inherited more when his mother’s sisters passed away. Or maybe he just took over their care as a hobby since Beron couldn’t be bothered.

If Eris finally gets rid of Beron, what do you think would be his first act as High Lord?

Lift the exile ban on Lucien if there is one. He would definitely send a decree that Lucien is allowed to come home if he so chooses.

What do you think Eris is like as a partner?

Eris is attentive and calculated. That bleeds over into partnership. He’s got a mental catalog of all your likes and dislikes; preferences that you say don’t matter but do. I also feel like he is collected in public but in private his hands do not leave you. It’s almost grounding how he has to be touching you or holding you. I just think he’s a soft boy deep down but only for his partner and he would tear the world down for you.

What would Eris's tumblr blog be like?

I’m torn between a doggie blog and Prthyian’s latest hot gossip. Maybe he’s doing both. Dog tips and photos in the front, a scandalous article about the shadowsinger allegedly regifting a necklace in the back. He is xoxo Suriel.

*the mods would like to clarify that the threat was that if she didn't pick a favorite fic, we'd choose the one with the Most Beron™️ 🤣

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Cowboy Like Me - Part 1

Azriel x Reader

Azriel meets his match in a contract spy while attending a barge party in the Summer Court. Together, they are tasked to investigate rogue shipments coming into Prythian. Will they be able to tolerate each other? Will they fall in love along the way?

Inspired by the queens of my heart, Taylor Swift and Sarah J. Maas.

Part 2

Warnings: Language and some suggestiveness.

These functions were odious. Hundreds of elite fae from throughout Prythian gathering to spread gossip, exaggerate how deeply their coffers ran, and boast of their latest voyeurs in both the sheets and battlefields. Yet, amidst all of the cock measuring, bits of truth revealed themselves to those with the proper skill set. So yes, while odious indeed, a lucrative affair for me.

Tonight I’d found myself aboard a pleasure barge on the Adriatic Sea. Several High Lords accepted Tarquin’s invitation to a summer soirée honoring some milestone birthday of Cresseida’s. I couldn’t remember her age, I didn’t care honestly. The information I sought was of a more confidential manner.

Whenever any High Lords made their appearance at such gatherings, nobility from their respective courts came out in droves in hopes of rubbing elbows with the upper cress of their kingdoms. Minor lords sought advantageous matches for their heirs, esteemed merchants networked to expand trade routes, tittering courtiers cozied up to nobility in an effort to advance whichever cause they were pursuing that night.

A well-trained ear and eye lusted for occasions such as this. Those Minor Lords so easily letting details slip of their needs, allowing a glean of where their courts higher nobility were failing them. The merchants whispering confidential details of questionable consignments slipped in with their usual fare.

And the courtiers, it was too simple to read in between the lines of their oh-so-cryptic conversations. The courtiers of lesser nobility who hadn’t yet mastered the art of subtlety were easy to read, even easier to trade gossip with.

My glamour skills were exceptional. Some would call the statement arrogant, but it was truth. On top of my assets as a spy, my ability to work my way into high profile events with subtle changes to my hair, eyes, and scent made spying a lucrative profession.

A contact from Adriata’s Port Authority had contracted my services for tonight. A shipment of jewels, spices, and varying textiles procured from the continent had arrived days ago with fake gems, missing rolls of fine silk, and poison laced spices that had been set aside for the royal kitchens. I’d been tasked with garnering any information that may lead to the perpetrators.

Initially it was suspected that the act had occurred before leaving the port of origin. However, Tarquin’s own contacts had accounted for everything at the port and again halfway through sailing. I had my suspicions of who was behind the act which led me to my current position, pretending to be engaged in conversation with the pompous son of some Minor Lord from Dawn.

Honestly, how many “Oh”, “Wow”, and “That’s very interesting”’s could I throw into the conversation before he realized I wasn’t paying attention.

Yet, what I saw behind the male was quite interesting. Eris Vanserra making a rare Autumn Court appearance, far too casually winding through the crowd toward the High Lord of the Night Court as the lovely High Lady shared an animated story about, “Water Wolves”, whatever those were. The story just interesting enough to garner the attention of the surrounding audience long enough for the High Lord to stride off to a more secluded area toward the bow of the ship. The same place Eris had conveniently found himself at.

Feigning ill, I excused myself from the one-sided conversation. Quickly, I glamoured myself to look a bit more pale, and padded toward the bow. Fortunately there was a blind spot within earshot perfectly hidden by a few crates of spare items for the night should any dishwear or wines run out from the various tables spread around the barge. Keeping up my ruse I leaned over the rail, quietly dry heaving.

“All I’m saying is watch your shipments. An influx of boats have been reported leaving our ports recently. He’s up to something.” Eris’ hushed voice warned.

Oh, this was very interesting. Autumn’s heir apparent heeding warning to the Night Court.

The High Lord’s voice lowly inquired, “Do you know wh-“

The atmosphere suddenly turned dark as shadows swirled next to me. Raising from his perched position in the dark stood the High Lord’s spymaster.

Shit.

“Did the oaf you were speaking with bore you to sickness or is this washed out complexion a new glamour?”

Shit!

“People are staring, Shadowsinger. Are you going to ask me to dance or should we make a spectacle of ourselves?” I smirked cooly. Unsure of how I managed to pull off the collected facade in the face of the feared, and…. devastatingly gorgeous? Spymaster of the Night Court.

He smirked - a deadly, seductive smirk, extending his hand. This was a dangerous game. “My lady, honor me with a dance?”

I stepped toward him, aware of every weapon carefully placed underneath my silken cobalt blue dress. His shadows keenly aware of them too as they swirled around the location of each hidden sheath.

Oh, they were good.

His fingers gripped tightly atop the most easily accessible of my daggers, firmly pressed to my waist as a herringbone corset would be. His opposite hand gripped mine just tightly enough that it couldn’t slip free.

“You know, beautiful, it seems you’ve got a couple of weapons under your dress. You’re quite the double threat.” his face remained relaxed but those hazel eyes promised strife if I didn’t comply.

They stepped in rhythm to the Summer Court medley that played “It takes one to know one, handsome.”

He twirled me outward and pulled me back in before I could dare consider escaping. “I’m protecting my High Lord. Weapons come with the territory. Who are you serving?”

I batted my eyes innocently “I’ll serve you if you ask politely.”

I could have sworn the slightest shift in scent invaded my senses, “Ah, but you’re not a courtier, darling. You’re a spy. And I don’t take kindly to spies listening in on my courts affairs.”,

“Luckily for me, our interests seem to align.” I countered.

He dipped me back just in time to lock stares with the High Lord, stars twinkling in his eyes as he looked down at me, “Ah, brother. Who is your lovely dance partner?”

Once again,

Shit.

And then everything went black as we winnowed.

~~~~~~~~

“Welcome to the Hewn City - My name is Azriel. Care to share your name?”

“Elyse.” I lied.

Azriel stepped forward, “No dear, I don’t believe it is. Let’s not get off on a worse foot than we already have.”

I rolled my eyes. Fine. “Y/N.”

Good girl. He purred. The heat that pooled in my core at his tone was pathetic. Traitorous body.

“Why were you spying on Rhysand?”

I was a spy for hire. Being tortured in the name of Adriata’s Port Authority was not how I was going down. So I told him the truth.

“Adriata received a shipment with stolen goods and poison laced spices. I was simply seeking information on the matter.”

“And you felt that my High Lord was involved?”

I scoffed. “No, not exactly. While your High Lord is rather cunning, he’s not one to risk sparking a Civil War. Especially against his own ally.” I looked intently to the Spymaster with a smirk, “That bastard Eris Vanserra on the other hand…”

I could have sworn amusement briefly flashed in his eyes at the statement as he sat before me. “I’ve seen you at several functions recently. You are sly, I’ll give you that. But you have tells. The way your eyes wander off of those you are in conversation with. The slight lies you give the courtiers in an effort to bring their guard down and let information slip. Your glamours are excellent but not enough to disguise you once you’ve been spotted.”

Confusion swirled in my brain at this tactic. Certainly the willingness to share was an effort of bringing my guard down.

I stiffened. “Why are you telling me this?”

He raised an eyebrow “You shared information with me, I am simply returning the favor.”

“How generous of you , Azriel.” My tone was sharp. But his name… Oh how it tasted like honey on my tongue.

He shrugged. “This doesn’t have to be hard. Despite what you may have heard about me, I am a reasonable male. From what I’ve seen, up until tonight, you’ve never been a threat to those I’m allied with.”

I relaxed a bit at the statement. “You’ve watched me that closely?”

“What kind of spymaster would I be to not keep tabs on potential enemy spies?”

“I am not your enemy, Azriel.” Damn my tone for coming out so softly.

He looked at me earnestly, “I know.”

“Then why am I here?”

His gaze once again shifted to that of the infamous spymaster, “I want you to work with me.”

——————————————————————————

Thank you to everyone who voted in my poll and/or took the time to read this! I hope to post Part 2 this week. Stay tuned!

[jules-writes-stories]

Anon was very callous about it but you do write Mithras as a stereotypical twink and have him bottom exclusively; you gave Eris a lot of the same qualities as him (feminine, thin, smaller than his partner, flamboyant) and I think that is probably what throws some people like anon off. Not saying it doesn't work in the story because it does, it's well written, but Azriel doesn't have any submissive traits about him so I think people find it hard to believe he might fit into a submissive role.

Anon,

Long reply ahead: I’ll try and address everything you mention!

1. I never want to imply that Eris is physically weaker than Azriel. He’s not. In the very first scene they’re together, I say he and Az are close in height. Az is slightly taller and Eris is leaner in build.

Eris is a war general and warrior. I try to make that clear multiple times in the story. The story has not offered a chance to show Eris in his role as a warrior/general yet, but there are scenes where he spars with Sylvan and Lucien and he owns the Autumn Council in Chapter 2.

I’m not sure I would describe my Eris as outright flamboyant… (I think Mithras more so, but some of that is affect).

But I want readers to picture Eris how they want, so if flamboyant and femme works, go for it! I definitely say he favors the LoA in looks (a plot device, but I can see how it may be interpreted.)

He is not a bear, and he’s bratty, he’s pretty to look at (all Vanserra boys are imo), and he kikis with Fidel, always serves a look, so Ok. I can see what you’re saying. Bottom line: there’s a lot left to interpretation. And that is intentional. Some of it is vibes and just what the character told me while writing him. I am ok with people reading him as a Twink (although I would warn against reducing him to solely that— he is much more). But I also think I’ve left it open enough that readers are not forced to see him as that, because the term Twink sort of implies he’s just one thing?

2. I can also see how easy it is to equate Mithras x Sylvan’s ship with Azris, since (without giving much away) there are parallels. But a quick reminder: Azriel and Eris have known of each other for 5 centuries and their mating bond snapped (in JEL) at the HL meeting.

Mithras x Syl have known each other for significantly less time. They care for each other and there’s chemistry/potential— I love them—but as of now, they’re not mates. So their sexual relationship is new. They haven’t explored or had the opportunity to grow.

3. One of the reasons I bring up this difference: I have Eris top Az in the last chapter because I want to express that Azris (through their bond, love/shared trauma) have an innate understanding of what the other needs in moments of crisis.

Chapter 12– the Velaris Chapter—Eris is overwhelmed and struggling. Azriel takes him to Velaris and Eris “lets go” emotionally, (musically lol), sexually— and Azriel is there to “catch” him, right?

Chapter 18—after Azriel’s torture scene—there’s a role reversal. It’s not about one character having power over the other— It’s about a character who struggles with vulnerability letting go and knowing his mate will catch him/carry him home (metaphorically).

So even if Eris is a twink (non-comittal because I want readers to have their own views and want to avoid being reductive) I don’t think it precludes him from topping, particularly in the loving/nurturing way he does this for Az, when he realizes it’s what his bat needs. It’s more about Azriel being vulnerable rather than submissive? A relinquishing of control, versus a giving away power.

TLDR: it’s not really about penetration. It’s more about giving each other the chance to be vulnerable, to trust, be cared for and to let go.

Real life example: Troye Sivan is a self described Twink who also identifies as a Vers…

I hope I made sense in this very long reply!

[tsunami-of-tears]

ACOTAR Masterlist

☼ Angst ☁︎ Fluff ☾ Smut ✧ Suggestive (not quite smut) ✦ Dark themes

Series

Shadows and Sunshine ☁︎ ☾ ☼ Azriel x OC (completed)

Angel ☁︎ ☾ ☼ Cazriel x Healer Reader (for poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024) (WIP)

Haunted ☼ ✦ Elain x Medium Reader (sapphic), Rhys x Medium Reader (platonic) (WIP)

Oneshots

Azriel

No Control ☾ Azriel x Reader

Iris ✦ ☼ Azriel x Rhys’s Sister Reader

Someplace better ✦ ☼ Azriel x Reader

Cassian

Sunny ☁︎ Cassian x Reader

Switch ☾ Part II ☾ Cassian x Reader

Peace ✦ ☼ Cassian x Reader

Eris

Missing him drabble ☁︎ Eris x Reader

Feyre

Draw me like one of your fae girls ☾ ☁︎ Feyre x Reader

Lucien

Quality Control ☾ Lucien x Reader

Morrigan

Red ☁︎ ✧ Mor x Reader

But Daddy I Love Her ☼ Mor x Vanserra Reader

Rhysand

Cake ☁︎ ✧ Rhys x Reader

Taboo ☾ Rhys x Reader

Other Ships

The Wolf and the Fox ☾ Tamcien (A/B/O)

Just one? drabble ✧ Elucien

Poly+

Three Wishes ☾ Batboys x Reader

Foxtrot ☼ Nerissian

Subtle ☁︎ ✧ Azriel x Reader, Nesta x Reader, Nessian

Other

Size Queen hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien & Nesta

Reacting to Reader’s piercings hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien & Eris

So High School hc ✧ Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien, Eris & Tamlin

ACOTAR characters as dog breeds hc

ACOTAR ships as Taylor Swift songs hc

ACOTAR x Stardew Valley hc

Rhys teaching Nyx to read incorrect quote

Cassian cooking Nesta breakfast incorrect quote

Dividers are by me ♡

[shadowqueenjude]

Hi, this is a lot of the stuff I have (completely) written; probably not all of it and I don't feel like searching through to find all of it but I'm trying to be organized be proud of me everyone. I suck at naming shit so I'm just writing the main ship and a general description of what it's about (click on ship name and there's a link attached).

Star Wars:

Anidala —> I saw a post about how Padme was way too calm in ROTS on Mustafar considering how stressful her pregnancy was and the added stress of all the hiding and I thought hey Ima write the Mustafar scene but with Padme’s pregnancy hormones kicking in!

Leia and Anakin —> I just think Leia deserved closure with Anakin too…

Throne of Glass Elorcan --> Elide brings home a cat, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide gets reading lessons, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide learns to fight, oneshot Lorcan's Backstory (NO ROMANCE) --> his life before the TOG events The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes/The Hunger Games Snowbaird --> What if Lucy hadn't run away into the forest? Coriolanus Snow x OC --> OC goes back in time to try and prevent the second war by ending the hunger games decades earlier. Snowbaird --> Faerie AU, Lucy returns from the forest a decade after she ran away, one shot Coriolanus Snow --> Murderous Coriolanus, post-Tbosas, canon compliant (Part 1) (Part 2)

Love Mockingjay, Sincerely Jabberjay —> Lucy Gray has returned from the forest and she is dying. Given the mayor who still hunted her, she had no choice but to reach out to the very person who had tried to kill her: Coriolanus Snow. One shot

The Snow Family Curse —> There’s some things all Snows have in common, including a phenomenon destined to repeat itself in every generation: disastrous love. One shot.

The Folk of the Air:

Madoc x reader

Madoc x reader

A Court of Thorns and Roses Completed Fics: Tamsand --> What if Tamlin had shapeshifted to take Feyre's place in the bargain in ACOMAF? Neris, Elucien, Feyre x OC --> Has ships but is mainly just Nesta destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Neris, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Lucien wrecking havoc and destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin/Tarquin, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Tamlin destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin's Life Story (some angsty Feylin, tragic doomed Tamcien) --> basically I wrote Tamlin into a Greek tragedy. Canon compliant...mostly. Lady of Spring (NO ROMANCE) --> What if Tamlin's mother had left her husband? Exploration of a rejected mating bond. Neris --> After her terrible experience with mating bonds, Nesta is determined to stop her sister's wedding to her mate, Lucien Vanserra. Unfortunately for her, Lucien's brother Eris is equally determined to ensure the wedding happens. Eltamcien --> Super angsty, horny, gorey shit. I will probably never write anything remotely like it again but it's good...if you can handle it. Feytamsand --> What if when Rhys sacrificed his life for the Cauldron, he lost his High Lord powers? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) One-shot/two-shots:

Elucien --> Lucien meets Elain when she's still human Lucien x Nesta (NOT ROMANTIC), Neris --> Lucien befriends Nesta and introduces Emerie to his mechanic friend Nuan Lucien and Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC) --> Just Lucien and Gwyn being chaotic and pranking the bats because that's what they deserve That Calanmai scene --> Lucien's POV of his trauma with Ianthe Uncle Eris and Auntie Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC): Gwyn and Eris babysitting Nyx, two-shot (Part 1) (Part 2) Baby bro Lucien and Big bro Eris --> exactly what it sounds like Elucien --> Elain speaks to Lucien about his scars Elucien --> Elain and Lucien discuss Ianthe Elain and Nesta (sisterly bonding) --> Elain is finally fed up with the Inner Circle. Nessian --> Post Hybern's death, Nesta fulfills a vow she made long ago. Azris --> When Eris caught Azriel snooping (link) When Azriel choked Eris HL meeting (link)

Eltamcien? --> Tamlin gives Lucien what he wants, but that's not him...

Rhysta —> That scene where Feyre and the IC visit the Archeron house in ACOMAF but with a twist.

Eris Vanserra —> Eris makes a deal with Keir, ACOSF, Eris POV

Tamlin —> Tamlin dragging Beron’s ass to battle

Crescent City

Ruhnlidia --> pregnancy AU post-CC3

[swansworth]

By Fire’s Light [Part One]

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: Kallias had warned you when he assigned you to act as an ambassador of the Winter Court within the borders of the Autumn Court, “Be careful with Eris Vanserra”. It was understandable advice; on the surface he was as cold as ice, utterly disinterested in the wellbeing of others. And yet, this male saved you and ensured your survival, a burning fire in his golden eyes. You could feel a pull within your heart, a small voice that said there was more hidden beneath the façade. So what was the truth; the ice or the fire?

Warnings for this part: mild alcohol use, mild violence, mention of torture, mentions of drowning and freezing, some language, slow burn

Word Count: 5320

Author Notes: This came to me while thinking about Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights and the film Crimson Peak and speaking with my darling, @bubbles-for-all-of-us​ , about classic literature and gothic romance. I realized that Eris fits that darker brooding gentleman archetype rather well and decided to roll with it. So enjoy part one of this romance with a hint of Brontë and Austen inspiration.

I will also note, as he is in a few scenes, that Dolos is the name I came up with for one of the unnamed Vanserra brothers. SJM is fond of tying in names from mythology into her works, so I thought it was fitting that the unnamed Vanserra brother be named after the Greek spirit of trickery. Marianne is his wife.

There was a loud clash as Marianne, in her drunken stupor, knocked over another vase. Dolos, who was one drink shy of being just as inebriated, gripped her arm firmly and dragged her to the doorway. Neither of them said a word as Dolos pulled her out of the parlor in the hopes of convincing her to retire for the evening. You watched the pair cautiously out of the corner of your eye, constantly wary around them. In your short time within the Autumn Court it had become obvious that Marianne would do anything to see her husband become the High Lord and Dolos was just as ruthless as his father, just as bloodthirsty and eager for power. Together, they were not to be taken lightly, even if all they seemed to do was cuss, drink, and smother one another in public displays of affection. 

‘Well,’ you thought, ‘At least they like one another.’

When the sounds of their murmuring and scuffled footsteps finally faded away into silence, you turned your gaze to the eldest Vanserra brother. Eris hadn’t moved from his armchair near the fire in over an hour, too busy swirling what little wine remained in his glass and watching the flickering flames slowly settle into embers. There was just enough light that you could see the way his brow furrowed as if deep in thought. 

“Did they not teach you that it is impolite to stare in your lands?” His voice was smooth and rough all at once, elegant with a natural husk to it. The amber of his eyes almost glowed in the dying firelight as he focused on you. His gaze held its usual intensity, stern and yet inquisitive, almost as if he were trying to dissect you. 

“They did. Though I don’t think simply looking at you equates to staring.” 

“This is not the first time I’ve felt your wandering gaze on me,” he said, uncaring of your previous statement. There was a shift in his expression as his usual grimace pulled back into an amused smirk. “Do you find me handsome?” 

“Doesn't everyone?” The amusement vanished as quickly as it came. That was one thing you liked about Eris: he was not a fool. What many would take as a compliment he knew very well you meant as a subtle insult. “You’d be surprised,” he said simply before lifting his wine glass to his lips and downing the rest of the red liquid. 

Silence fell between the two of you while he continued to stare at the fireplace and you thought about how to best slip out of the room. 

When Kallias had asked you to stay in the Autumn Court in an effort to encourage peace and potentially secure an alliance, he had warned you about the Vanserras. Lucien was kind but was as clever as the fox that he was so often associated with. Dolos was a liar and a murderer who could not be trusted, but he could be persuaded to assist so long as he benefited greatly from the deal. Though, dealing with Dolos also meant dealing with Marianne who could see through almost any attempt of persuasion. The other two brothers tended to follow Dolos’s lead. Then there was Eris…

Your gaze drifted to Eris once more.

“Eris is possibly the biggest threat of them all,” Kallias had said, “He keeps his true thoughts to himself and is playing a long, dangerous game. You will never know if he is your friend or a foe as he plays both sides so well. He can be both the sheep and the wolf in sheep’s clothing simultaneously. Be careful with Eris Vanserra.” 

Kallias had been right to warn you, Eris was every bit as cunning as he was handsome. You’d seen the way his eyes would flicker as he made mental notes of various conversations and tidbits of information. He had a journal, locked somewhere in his own private quarters, of his various thoughts and plans. Dolos had told you once after drinking his weight in ale and had mentioned that his father desperately wished to find it. If that were true, you wondered how the Winter Court would be able to benefit from such a thing. 

“You have that look again,” Eris’s voice drifted through the now dark room and startled you slightly. You’d been so deep in thought that you’d forgotten he was there with you. 

“And what look is that?” 

“The one that means you’re planning something.” You heard his chair creak as he rose to his feet. There was a soft tap on a nearby table as he set his glass down, followed by the sound of his shoes faintly scraping against the hardwood floor as he made his way over to you. As your eyes adjusted to the dark you saw his silhouette crouch before you, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you. His eyes always seemed to be on fire, burning like molten gold, ablaze with something unspoken. “What sort of wicked scheme are you hatching, little moth?”

Little moth. In some regions of the continent, Winter Moths were viewed as an invasive species, as a danger to the world that needed to be exterminated as swiftly as possible. You knew that in Eris’s eyes that was exactly what you were; a pesky little insect that needed to be squished beneath the heel of his boot before you could ruin anything. 

“I might ask the same question of you, Eris Vanserra,” you replied, your voice and gaze unwavering. Eris rose without a word but his eyes never broke the contact they held with yours. For a male whose powers were based in that of fire, all you felt when you were near him was cold. Everything about him was like ice; dangerous, frigid, and brutal. 

“I would advise, dear lady,” he said at last, “That you watch your tongue in these lands, lest someone carve it out of your mouth.” With that he gave a bow and bid you goodnight before taking his leave. ‘Such a charming gentleman, truly,’ you thought as you watched him go. 

Once alone, you allowed your mind to wander again. You thought over the day’s events and wondered what moments were worth sharing with Kallias in your next letter to him. Your eyes grew heavy as the clock on the wall continued to tick. Soon enough, before you had the chance to return to your chambers, sleep fell over you.

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You woke up the next morning in your bed. The blankets were warm and cozy, implying that you had been in them for some time. Confusion filled your mind as you stared up at the ceiling. How did you end up there? You sat up and watched as the door opened, emitting two servants into the room. When they noticed you were awake, they both paused. The one on the left, a beautiful fae with russet brown hair and eyes like warm honey, made her way over to you and placed a hand on your forehead. “Oh thank the Cauldron. You’re all right.” 

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” At your question, she shied away a bit and took a step back. 

“Forgive me, my lady. The master was very worried about you and he insisted we verify you were well this morning.” 

The master? Beron? Surely not; he wouldn’t have cared about your wellbeing. He had been nothing but cruel and unpleasant since you arrived. Even if he had agreed to allow an ambassador of the Winter Court in his lands, he was very clearly unhappy about it. Dolos wouldn’t have been kind enough to move you somewhere warm. So that meant…

“You mean Eris?” There was a hint of surprise in your tone as you spoke, but their answering smiles told you all you needed to know. 

“Yes, master Eris. I am Selene, one of the servants in Eris’s employment. He asked me, and Viola over there, to see to your needs and to care for you if you were sick.” You glanced over at Viola. From what you could see, she seemed young, her rust-colored eyes wide and her curly auburn hair bouncy and full. Looking back to Selene, you asked, “Why would Eris think I was unwell?”

Viola stepped forward then, her voice bright and gentle as she said, “He told us he could not sleep, so he returned to the drawing room and saw that you were asleep on the same chair you’d been in when he had retired for the evening. He said that you had been cold as ice and were not breathing well.” 

Your heart seemed to almost tighten as she spoke and one of your hands slid up to your chest. “When did he tell you this?” 

“It was as he carried you through the door to your chambers, my lady. He called for us and had us follow him. He explained what had happened, told us what he expected of us, set a fire to warm the room then left.” At Selene’s words, your head snapped to the fireplace on the other side of the room. 

There, still burning brightly, was a fire. Now that you were aware of it, you weren’t sure how you hadn’t felt it or seen it right away. You slid out of your bed and noted that the floor was not cold against your bare feet as it normally was. Making your way past Selene and beyond Viola, you slowly moved towards it like a moth to flame. You could feel the magic coming from it; it was strong and full of intent. Eris’s magic. The fire was warm, comforting, safe. You moved a hand towards it, to better feel the heat of it, and you could have sworn you saw it slowly flicker in response. It was beautiful, a darker color than the fire you were accustomed to seeing. This was Eris’s? This incredible, radiant thing? You remembered then that this same fire could lay waste to an entire kingdom, and so you took a step back and decided it wasn’t wise to linger. 

“I don’t suppose you ladies would know whether or not I missed breakfast?” You asked, turning to face the two females. 

“You did not, my lady,” Selene answered with a smile, “Master Eris instructed us to see to your needs. So if we may, allow us to get you ready for the day.” 

You blinked in mild surprise but did not refuse. When you saw your reflection in the tall standing mirror near your armoire, you were glad that you hadn’t. “Thank you Selene and Viola. You’ve done wonderfully.” It was a genuine compliment and you caught them giving one another a knowing look before they bowed their heads and excused themselves. Once they had left, you made your way to the dining hall for something to eat. 

As you entered the room, Eris rose to his feet. He assisted in pulling out your chair and tucking you in before taking his own seat. It had been established early on that you were to sit beside him through every meal. Truthfully, you would have chosen to sit beside him rather than any of his brothers regardless. He was at least civil most of the time. 

After you’d managed to eat some food, you glanced at Eris, and said, “I want to thank you, for last night.” 

“Think nothing of it.” 

“May I ask why you did it? Your brothers would have left me there to freeze and grow ill.”

He turned his head to look at you and you watched his eyes narrow and darken. His voice was steady as he asked, “How heartless do you believe me to be?” 

You could have sworn you saw the faintest flicker of hurt in his amber eyes when you replied, “I am currently undecided.” 

“I see. Well, I suppose it is a good sign that your wit is still intact.” Guilt flowed through you as he turned his attention back to his breakfast. You clutched at your chest again, and took a steadying breath before returning to your own meal. Silence fell and you watched from the corner of your eye as Eris frowned at Dolos. You flicked your gaze to the other Vanserra and noticed how Marianne was sitting in his lap, hand feeding him grapes. With each piece of fruit, Dolos would gently suck Marianne’s fingertips and make faint noises of pleasure. With each noise, the frustration rolling off of Eris grew more potent. 

“What’s wrong, brother?” Dolos teased, his voice breaking the silence. 

“Merely observing.” Eris’s voice was tight and low, as if he were holding back a snarl. 

“Observing is an awfully fancy way of saying you are jealous, Eris.” 

“I can assure you, Dolos, I hold no envy.” 

“You don’t want a beautiful lady on your lap and pampering you, Errie?” Marianne asked and you watched Eris fight back a scowl at the nickname. “I never said that, Marianne. On the contrary, I would be quite content to have a beautiful lady’s company. I’m certain Dolos would have liked the same.” 

You nearly choked on your water at the insult and had to hide a smile behind your glass as Marianne retorted, “Are you insinuating that I’m ugly?” 

“No, of course not. Merely stating that you’re not a lady.” You couldn’t hold back the laugh that came out of you and you saw Eris shoot you an approving look as Dolos and Marianne began to shout profanities at Eris. Regaining your composure, you listened as Eris calmly wound the situation down with tactfully phrased sentences. 

"As much as I'd love to sit here and continue this riveting conversation, I really must be going." That was news to you. Eris had made no mention of traveling. 

“Where are you off to?" 

His gaze was searching as he looked at you, as if silently asking why you wanted to know. It softened after a moment and he said "I'm afraid I can't tell you all the details. The short version is I am meeting with some potential allies near the Night Court." 

The Night Court. You had never been, but you had heard horror stories about the tortures that occurred there. Their High Lord, Rhysand, was said to be even crueler than Beron. What would he do if he knew the heir to the Autumn Court was so close to his lands? Your hand moved on its own accord and grabbed his forearm. You could feel the muscle of his arm and you squeezed slightly as you said, “Be careful, Eris.” 

His hand was on top of yours then, warm and soft. You half expected him to say, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were worried about me.” His fingers stroked your wrist gently, lazily, as he instead said, “I will be.” For a brief moment, you stared at one another and all the world seemed to be still and silent around you, and then he was gone.

“I seem to recall a conversation we shared about Eris’s journal, do you remember that?” Dolos’s voice cut through the quiet Eris had left in his wake and you turned your attention to him; noted the calculating look in his dark eyes. “Granted I was intoxicated at the time, but every word I had said was true.”

“I do remember. May I ask why you are bringing it up?” Dolos leaned forward as Marianne slid off his lap and sat beside him. There was something burning in those dark, almost black, irises and you stiffened in your chair as Dolos said, “Help me retrieve it.”

“What?” You couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“Tell me, why do you think my brother is meeting near the Night Court? You’re no fool, ambassador. You know as well as I that he is meeting with that bastard, Rhysand, and that he is hoping to form an alliance so that together they can overthrow my father.”

“Let’s say you’re right, why should I help you?”

Dolos smirked, “I cannot bring this matter up to my father without proof of Eris’s betrayal. Help me retrieve it and I will be certain that you and your court are safe when I am made High Lord.” 

He couldn’t promise you that; no one could. Yet, you wondered whether it was worth the risk. Dolos was not known as an honest man, but if you could get him to swear to it, you may have some leverage. However, if you agreed, that meant that Beron would punish Eris and you had seen first hand the sort of punishment Beron could unleash. On your third day at the court, Beron had summoned you so that you could watch him make an example out of a traitor he’d discovered. It was brutal, bloody, and merciless. The traitor’s cries were seared into your memory. Beron had wanted you to see what would happen if you stepped out of line, and you understood entirely. That traitor had been a stranger to Beron. You couldn’t bear to think about what he would do to his own kin. It was a lot to consider. “Am I allowed to think it over?” 

“Of course. Though, don’t take too long. If we are going to act it needs to be soon, before Eris has the chance to make a move.” You nodded and excused yourself. Time seemed to move differently in the Autumn Court and you wondered what you could do to fill your day up as you headed in the direction of the library. A letter to Kallias was well overdue, that was certainly one thing you could accomplish. As you continued to ponder, you heard light footsteps behind you and couldn’t help the frown that formed on your face. You did not want to deal with Marianne one-on-one but she, unfortunately, caught up with you and looped her arm through yours as if you were close friends. 

“I suppose you have something to add?” 

“Indeed I do,” Marianne said, her voice sterner than you were used to hearing from her, “Betray Dolos and I will kill you. I will tear you apart, limb from limb, and have you begging for death at my feet. And no one, not even your precious Eris, will be able to save you.” 

You ignored her comment about Eris. Eris was agreeable enough most days, but you didn’t trust him and you didn’t particularly like him. You couldn’t, not with Kallias’s warning echoing through your mind. “Tell me, do you truly love him that much?” 

“There is no love between Dolos and myself. There is passion, hunger, and an understanding. There is too much at stake for anything else.” There was sadness in her eyes and for a moment you felt sorry for Marianne. You knew nothing of how she and Dolos ended up married to one another; she could have very well been forced into all of this. Still, she couldn’t be trusted, so you decided to respond as you usually would. “How romantic.” 

“Your witty tongue will get you killed, lady ambassador.” There was no bite to her remark and once more you wondered how she had ended up here with Dolos. 

“I’ll take my chances.” Marianne stared at you for a moment, as if considering. Everything in you said she was a threat, but she looked almost vulnerable as she nodded, let go of your arm, and took her leave. There was no retort, no snide remark. Nothing. You watched her go before continuing onward. 

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Eris returned three days later. 

His pack of hounds howled in excitement as their master entered the dining hall. Dolos and Marianne winced at the sound but you laughed at how happy and eager they all were to be greeted by Eris. At the sound of your laughter, Eris’s attention turned solely to you and you felt the breath leave your lungs at the sight of him. His travel clothes were not much different from his preferred hunting attire, and you swallowed at how well fitted his trousers were. They showed off his thighs marvelously and you averted your attention back to the goblet in front of you to drink some more water. 

“Is that a new gown?” Eris asked, taking his usual seat beside you. Indeed it was new. Selene and Viola had been insistent on dressing you in a gown that better suited the warm tones of the Autumn Court. The bodice was a sage green embroidered with golden thread that swirled into intricate designs reminiscent of a willow tree’s elegant branches. It cut just below your breasts and from there soft layers of chiffon that were a gradient of yellow to red flowed to your feet. It was comfortable and complemented your figure well enough. You looked at Eris and replied, “It is. Selene and Viola were kind enough to give it to me.” 

“It suits you.” The blush that formed on your cheeks was genuine as was the slight quirk of his lips. Once more, the world seemed to halt as you stared at one another. Dolos cleared his throat and the pair of you turned your heads to look at him. There was a knowing look in his eyes and you watched as he leaned over in his seat to whisper something to his wife. You sighed; that was never good. 

“Did I miss anything particularly interesting?” Eris asked as he reached forward to grab the basket of bread and took a slice for himself. You hummed as you thought over the last few days. Truthfully, life in the Autumn Court had been rather dull while he was away. Marianne had pestered you a few times, and you had managed to write a few letters. Beyond that, there was nothing exciting. You couldn’t really talk to or banter with anyone the way you did Eris. Granted the male drove you insane and always found ways to get under your skin, but sometimes it was almost fun. 

“I’m sure you will be delighted to know that you took everything of interest with you when you left.” Eris arched his brow before taking a sip of his tea. 

“Is that right? Do you mean to say that my brothers and my sister-in-law are not interesting enough for your tastes?” 

“They are about as interesting as a sack of potatoes.” Eris chuckled at that and you found that you rather liked the sound of it. It was easy to forget, when he was soft and gentle like this, that this was the same male who looked at you like you were a pest and called you little moth. ‘Be careful of Eris Vanserra.’ You clung to those words like a lifeline and did what you could to remember that Eris, at the end of the day, was dangerous and cunning. No matter how handsome he may be and how soothing the sound of his laughter was, he was a threat. 

“Ambassador,” Marianne said, bringing your attention to her, “Would you be willing to escort me on a walk this afternoon? Dolos has business in town and although Erlik and Phenex agreed to accompany me, I would like someone with at least half a brain to join us.”  

Erlik and Phenex. The two Vanserra brothers you had little to no interaction with, apart from watching them argue at every meal and listening to them boast about how incredible they were. A long walk with them and Marianne sounded more like a punishment than anything else. However, you knew that you needed to stay in the good graces of everyone here as long as possible if Kallias’s plan to establish peace was going to work. Begrudgingly you replied, “Of course. I could use the fresh air.” 

Everyone seemed surprised by your answer, but you just smiled as pleasantly as possible before enjoying another sip of tea. “I should go with you,” Eris said softly for only you to hear. You shook your head and assured him that you could handle his brothers and Marianne for one afternoon. He didn’t look convinced but didn’t press the matter. Part of you was almost disappointed that he dropped the matter. 

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The wind howled along the cliffs and you pulled your jacket closer to your body as you continued to walk beside Marianne. For whatever reason, Erlik and Phenex had been adamant about walking along the ocean, up on the cliffs that overlooked the sea. It was one of the preferred hunting spots of the Vanserras as there was a lush forest right beside the edge. You had looked at Marianne and she shrugged, uncaring one way or another. So there you both were, shivering and trying desperately to keep warm. 

“What business did Dolos have in town?” You asked, hoping that Marianne would be a bit more forthcoming with information. 

“Her name is Suadela,” Marianne stated, “He has business between her lithe limbs at least once a week.” 

“Oh.” Marianne stopped and turned to look at you, her emerald eyes utterly void of any emotion. Her voice, however, betrayed her. “I told you, Ambassador, there is no love between me and Dolos. There never was, and there never will be.” 

“But you wish there were. I can see it in the way you look at him and I hear it in your voice now.”

“What I wish for is for my husband to be High Lord.” There was an edge of finality in her tone and you knew that she was done talking about it. Why was she so determined to see Dolos become High Lord? Why wish for him to succeed when he was clearly hurting her, when she clearly wanted more from their marriage. “Tell me, what is going on between you and Eris?” 

Her question surprised you and you blinked at her in confusion before answering truthfully, “Nothing. There is nothing. He is cold and cruel and closed off. Most of the time he treats me as if I am little more than a rat that worked its way into the kitchen. There is a mutual dislike and distrust between us, but that is all.” 

“That is now what I’ve seen.” There was a frown on Marianne’s face and a disbelieving look in her eyes. 

“Don’t be absurd, Marianne. He calls me little moth on occasion to remind me that he thinks of me as nothing more than an invasive insect.” You wanted to laugh at the look on her face and the ridiculous notion she had suggested.

“Pyrrharctia isabella. The little moth.” Marianne smiled softly and you felt confused all over again when she said, “I think I know exactly what is going on between you and Eris.” 

Whereas you had been able to hold back your laughter, Marianne could not. Her laughter was surprisingly joyous and you realized you had never heard her laugh before. Not properly at least. She gave Dolos little giggles of amusement but this? This was her true self shining through and though you didn’t know what she was laughing at, her laughter was so warm and deep that you found yourself laughing with her. 

“I believe I may have been mistaken about you, Marianne,” you said as the pair of you caught your breath. She gave you an inquisitive look as if she was eager to ask what you meant, but then her eyes narrowed and she snapped her head towards the woods. “What is it?”

“Ambassador, when was the last time you saw Erlik or Phenex?” Your eyes widened and you followed her gaze to the nearby trees. They had been with you most of your walk, but you hadn’t seen them in nearly thirty minutes. You became aware quite suddenly of the feeling of being watched. Shit.

Erlik and Phenex were hunters at their cores and you knew that somehow you and Marianne had become their prey. One look at Marianne told you she was aware of the same. Every part of you was screaming for you to run, but you knew that the hunters would have set traps which made running risky. Marianne gripped your wrist then and began to tug you along with her as she ran back toward the palace, willing to take the risk. She was calm, focused, and fast. You struggled to keep pace with her, but she kept her hold on you and made sure you didn’t fall behind. Faster, you had to run faster if you wanted a chance of escaping Erlik and Phenex. 

You heard the arrow flying towards the both of you before you saw it. Instinct drove you, and you pulled Marianne out of the way with a shout of her name. The arrow missed her by mere centimeters and her emerald eyes widened in shock and fear. “Fuck. It’s ash!” she said, her voice trembling. She let out a sound of annoyance and frustration that masked the sound of the second arrow. Pain erupted through your abdomen and you nearly doubled over in agony. You tried to catch your footing as your balance started to waver and you stumbled closer to the edge of the cliff. 

Marianne jumped into action, her grip on your wrist tightening as she tried to pull you away from the ledge. You twisted your hand to grab her wrist in her return and stared at her eyes, watched as the emerald green darkened in determination. Something passed between the two of you then, some unspoken understanding. She nodded her head and tugged you toward her. The third arrow sliced through the howling winds with ease straight into Marianne’s back. Those green eyes widened and her grip on you slipped. She fell forward into you and you did your best to catch her, to stabilize her. With the added weight of her, and your wobbly footing, you lost your balance once more. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” you cussed as you tried desperately to stay on the cliff. The fourth arrow pierced your shoulder and you screamed in agony at the pain that flared through your veins. The force of it and the pain it had caused were enough to push you further back, to make you stumble and slip over the edge, to fall back toward the raging sea below with Marianne still in your arms. 

There was a shout of your name, you were certain of it. Eris. It sounded like Eris. For some reason that you couldn’t identify, you wished at that moment that you could have seen him one more time. 

The sound of the waves grew louder and you did what you could to brace yourself. The air left your body at the impact as you plummeted into the water. It was cold, too cold. If you didn’t drown, you’d freeze. You tried to swim to the surface, but with Marianne in your arms and the ash arrows in your body, it was a futile effort. The current pulled and pushed you and you knew it was only a matter of time before the waves slammed you against the rocks. In the haze, as you struggled to keep your eyes open, you could see a shadow. 

Something solid and hot, almost scalding, grabbed your waist and tugged you forward. There was something soft and warm on your lips and you could feel air being forced into your lungs. The water shifted, the temperature rising, quickly turning almost boiling. It was a sharp contrast to the frigid cold and you gasped, losing the air you had just been given. The pressure to your lips returned, and then the world went black. 

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ACOTAR Masters-List

ONESHOTS

— Singles ⤵️

Azriel:

Bondage || Azriel Shadowsinger x F!Reader

Eris:

Wax Play || Eris Vanserra x F!Reade

Shower Sex || Eris Vanserra x F!Reader

Hair Pulling || Eris Vanserra x F!Reader

Rhysand:

N/A

Cassian:

N/A

Tamlin:

N/A

— Relations ⤵️

Azris:

Hate Fucking || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Nipple Clamps || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Exhibitionism || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Mutual Masturbation || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Spanking || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Cum-Locking || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Stomach Bulge || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Food Play || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Mirror Sex || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Dacryphilia || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Disobedience || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra (+Cassian)

Autumn Fever || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Brusque Brute || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Defiance || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra (+Cassian)

Spring Traditions Pt. 2 || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Brawn Wings || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

The Vanserra’s first real Solstice || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra (+TamElUcien +Nessian +Feysand)

Baths and Breakfast || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

I Choose You || Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Tamcien:

Edgeplay || Tamlin x Lucien Vanserra

Cockwarming || Tamlin x Lucien Vanserra

Spring Supper || Tamlin x Lucien Vanserra (+Azris)

Spring Supper Pt. 2 || Tamlin x Lucien Vanserra

Spring Traditions Pt. 1 || Tamlin x Lucien Vanserra (+Azris)

Casris:

Privacy || Cassian x Eris Vanserra

Nessian:

N/A

Nesris:

N/A

STORIES

The High Lord and The Courtier || An Azris Story (Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger + background ships)

[honeybeefae]

Forgotten Ties (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

Summary// Years trying to forget him. Years forming a new life, a new home, to try and rebuild what he had so carelessly thrown away. Only for it to all come crumbling down with a single meeting.

(Okay I totally wrote this all at once. It’s just an idea I had, I’d love to write more parts if y’all want! It’s a bit different from what I usually write so I hope you like it!❤️)

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Playlist for Story

WARNINGS: Slight angst

You lived with your daughter Helena in the Rainbow district of Velaris, having moved here shortly after giving birth thanks to a friend who opened up her home to you.

Being from the Autumn Court you had never known the beauty of the Night Court, especially Velaris, and even now you were still blown away.

When you had moved here you offered to create some gowns for your friend to display, to try and gather some money for rent and your child, and were surprised at how fast they were snatched up. It was so successful that you eventually had the money to open up your own store.

The shop you owned was small, squished between a pottery shop and an artists den. You were a seamstress just as your father was. You loved the intricate patterns you could create with your fingertips, how the different fabrics mixed and felt. It was something you had grown up doing and had also seen you through the trials under the mountain.

The nights were tireless, the days long as you took care of your daughter while also running your business. However you never let Helena see your worries. She was your entire world, the light of your life, and you did not want her to fuss over you.

She was a spitting image of her father with her auburn locks and amber eyes. You never regretted having Helena but you wish you hadn’t been so naive when you had met that man, hadn’t believed his lies and sweet words.

He still haunted your dreams to this day. The nightmares were of him leaving you the day you were all freed, passing you by as if you didn’t exist. The dreams were of the nights you spent together, the promises you had made and the comfort of his arms.

You kept a napkin next to your bedside table so you could wipe away the tears before Helena ran into your room in the mornings.

“Mama! Mama! Can I have this one? Pleaseeee?” She whined, breaking you from your thoughts as you turned to the window full of dolls.

The two of you were strolling through the shops on your way home. It had been a rare day off and you took her out to go see the ships sailing away with a picnic by the sea.

“Helena, don’t you already have that one?” You smiled lovingly, brushing the hair out of her eyes as she pouted. “Your entire room is filled to the top with dolls.”

“But not this one!” She argued, crossing her arms.

Your shoulders shook with a chuckle as you shook your head, placing a hand on her back and ushering her forward.

“Perhaps another time, love, maybe we can-“ You stopped in the middle of your sentence when you looked down the street, seeing someone you had never thought you would have to see again.

He was the same as you remembered, though he seemed to have more frown lines. People were whispering as he walked beside the High Lord and Lady, his hands behind his back as he took in the city.

“Mama?” Helena tugged on your arm, a worried look on her face. You took a deep breath and gathered yourself together, bending down to Helena’s height.

“I’m alright, darling. I just need you to hold mama’s hand tight, okay? We need to get home now.” You tried to say softly though even you could hear the urgency in your tone.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, observant as always. You kissed her cheek and stood up straight, grabbing her hand.

“Nothing, I just forgot that I left the stove on! I need to go turn it off.” You lied through your teeth, not waiting to see if she bought it as you started speed-walking through the crowd.

You had to go the way the trio was coming in order to get home so you did your best to lay low, weaving through the crowd like a snake. The sign of your shop started to peek through and just as you made into the clearing, you heard your name.

“Y/N!” Feyre called, waving her arm. You winced, closing your eyes. “Y/N! I need a favor from you, from Nesta!”

If you pretended you didn’t hear her you could be home within minutes. However, you knew she knew you had heard her. You pushed Helena behind your skirts and turned to your High Lady, bowing.

“What can I help you with, my lady?” You asked, giving her a small smile.

Feyre rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Please, there is no need to be so formal. Nesta was wanting a dress tailored for her for Solstice.”

“I can certainly do that…though it is short notice.” You point out, smirking. Feyre nodded and apologized on behalf of her sister but you assured it was fine. Nesta had become somewhat of a friend to you as you were apparently the only person who could get her outfits “right.”

“I appreciate it, Y/N.” She smiled, noticing Helena peering out behind you. “And how has this little princess been?”

“She’s been good. We just-“ You were cut off by Rhysand’s sudden appearance, his violet eyes warm as he gazed at Feyre. However you didn’t have time to dwell over the love between them as their visitor also appeared, his eyes widening when they connected with yours.

Tension was heavy in the air as you felt your heart stop. You felt warm and cold at the same time, your stomach twisted in so many knots that you were afraid you would vomit up your lunch. It felt like time stood still until he whispered, “Y/N?”

You took a step back, your heart breaking at hearing your name off his lips. It was too much. And Helena…

She was looking up at you innocently, red curls framing her face perfectly. You looked down at her, your lips parted, before back up at him.

“Do you know her, Eris?” Rhysand asked, his tone confused as he sensed something between the two of you.

However Eris was paying him no mind nor you. His gaze was entirely fixated on your daughter who was now clinging to your dress. You could see him studying her, working through dates in his mind, and watched as his face changed from confusion to shock.

“Goodbye.” You croaked, barely giving your High Lord and Lady a glance as you picked up Helena and tore through the crowds at breakneck speed. She was holding onto you tightly, mouthing of questions about the man with the red hair, but you couldn’t hear her over the roaring of your ears.

Eris stood there, watching you disappear with a child…a daughter.

His daughter.

[acourtofladydeath]

Multi/Poly X Reader ACOTAR Poll

I'd love to see you comment and/or tag your favorites! I know I personally would struggle to pick just one myself. Let me know if you prefer the pairing as poly or multi as well (poly being they all love each other, multi being one person is the center of all the love). What gender identity (if any) do you prefer for the reader to have with each ship? If your favorite option isn't there, please add it in the comments! There wasn't room for an "other" option, but I'm aware there's a lot more possibilities here!

Would be so grateful if you reblogged so this can reach as many people as possible! I've left the poll open for a week to see what results I get. LET ME KNOW ALL YOUR THOUGHTS!

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Your Heart on a Platter- Prologue (Eris x reader)

Summary: The only way to seek your revenge is to return the heir of Autumn's heart back to a witch in two months time. However, this task proves much more difficult than you presume it to be.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever series, and I'm so excited to write it! I'm excited to finally bring this idea to life, and I hope you all enjoy it as well. This won't follow the exact events of the ACOTAR timeline as I'm putting my own spin on things, but it is set before the first war. This part is also only exposition, so no romance yet I'm sorry! Part 1 will be out very very soon! I know some things will be a bit cryptic but pieces will come together as the story progresses I promise!

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2

Of all the seasonal courts in Pyrthian, you think the Autumn Court might just be your favorite. It wasn’t too cold or hot like Winter or Summer and didn’t have the stifling energy that the Spring Court always seemed to exude. Instead, Autumn was calm, almost peaceful, and the wind felt like a cold kiss against your skin as your ship docked in the port. You had a lot of work to do in Autumn, but you suppose you could enjoy the scenery first. Guiding yourself off the ship, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head as you headed into the busy streets of the small trading village you had anchored in. With the Autumnal Equinox tomorrow in two months,  the court was preparing for a month-long celebration, including small carnivals, feasts, dances, and plenty of balls hosted by the High Lord of Autumn himself. 

Beron Vanserra was a piece of work, but at least his court knew how to throw a good party. 

 You were moving unseen between the market stalls, swiping an apple and a piece of cheese from a stall or two, and watching all the nobility of the court waltzing around, looking at the finer stalls that offered books and jewelry. You had one destination in mind and had to find one witch by the night's end. You could hear the Suriel’s voice scratching in the back of your mind over and over, your meeting replaying in your mind. 

“Hello, Twilight Princess, or should I say wild thing? I think I prefer wild thing…it seems to fit you better.” the monster’s voice scraped out; you swear it felt like your heart wanted to beat out of your ribcage.

“Hello,” you greet with a slight nod, keeping a safe distance away, never letting your bow and arrow stray from your captive. The monster seemed to smile at you, a chill settling into your bones. 

“I know what you wish to ask me, child, and I fear you will not like the answer,” the Suriel seems relaxed–even with you aiming an arrow at its chest. “Ask me your question, and I shall give you your answer.” The monster tips its head at you.  

“How do I get back in? How do I break the wards?” You move closer, the answer finally in your grasp after all this time. You can practically feel the rush of victory flooding your veins. 

“A royal carriage is passing through a small town in Autumn in 2 weeks. It is carrying a servant. You need to become its passenger. But before that, you must talk to a witch…she will give you what you need.” 

“And how do I find this witch?” you press further. You’re not in the mood for a goose chase through the whole Autumn Court. You were hoping the Suriel would just give you the answer themselves. The monster, at least, seems amused at your frustration. 

“You must look in a place hidden from untrained eyes; you will find your witch there. An old woman with the antlers of a deer.” The Suriel nods again, seeming satisfied with their answer. “That is all I can say.” 

You try not to let your frustration show, but if this was all the monster had to tell you, you had to take what you were given. You were already formulating a new plan. You had new information you told yourself you could work with this. So, you lay an expensive royal blue cloak in the grass and back away from the monster. 

“Thank you,” you mutter as you redirect your arrow to shoot the snare loose around the creature's ankle. The Suriel rushes to the cloak as you retreat into the woods–seemingly pleased with the quality and color. 

“Your welcome, wild thing,” it drawls at your back, “I’ll see you again soon.”

It took a lot of time, but you figured out the carriage easily. A new servant was being brought to the palace for Beron’s eldest son. Getting yourself in that carriage was easy; locating the witch was significantly more challenging. Places hidden to untrained eyes were relatively easy to come by in Autumn. There was practically a foxhole in every corner. You had to hang around a lot of shady places and ask a lot of questions about an old witch with deer antlers who could break wards. You also got many strange looks during this endeavor. 

You tracked her down to a tavern hidden in the woods, glamoured away from any royal guards or any with intentions to reveal its location to someone who should not find it. The carriage was passing through tomorrow, you didn’t have much time, so you had to hope this old witch would be here tonight. 

The tavern was lively, with loud music and plenty of drunken patrons singing and dancing. All of them are hiding from one thing other- guards, an enemy, or themselves. You ordered two pints of their strongest beer, sat at a table in the back, and waited. 

Hours Passed

You began to pick at the skin around your fingernails. If this witch didn’t show up soon, your window would close. That carriage was coming through in seven hours, and you had until then to figure out how the hell this witch was supposed to help you. 

You could see her then–the witch you were looking for, wrinkled tan skin and two tall deer antlers curling out from the top of her forehead. You couldn’t even imagine how old she was based on how fae aged. She sat down across from you and picked up the pint you had set at the seat across from you, reaching out one wrinkled arm. 

“I heard somebody was looking for me…” the old witch drawled at you, sipping the beer. “You paid for the expensive pint too,” she says, nodding at the glass, “So you must really want something.”

“I need to know how to break a powerful ward. It was warded against my blood, bones, and soul. I’ve tried everything I know, and it won’t break.” It’s true, you had spent months in the day court trying to find someone who could help you, but no one was familiar with this type of magic. Every book about it had burned from history a long, long time ago. “It’s ancient magic.”

“I know the wards you speak of, girl,” the witch smiles at you, and you can’t help but notice that her teeth resemble fangs, “I remember the place this magic came from.” She’s looking at you like she can see into your soul. 

You’re not entirely convinced she can’t 

“Will you help me?” You ask. You definitely do not have time to sit here all night. 

“I will help you,” she whispers, “for a price.” Well, you were expecting that. “There’s something I need you to do for this spell to work, and if you can do that, then we’ll discuss payment.” 

You lean forward on the table, “Anything,” you promise. “I’ll do anything.” the old witch smiles at you again, laying forth her proposition. 

“On the night of the Autumnal Equinox, you need to bring me the heart of a firstborn Heir, and if you succeed, I will meet you back here at this time, the night after the Equinox. You have two months.” You suppose that explains why you needed the carriage. “You need the heir to trust you by the time you bring the heart to me, and the heir must know you and your soul for the spell to work.”

You took a moment to consider. If you did this, you would be a fugitive in the entirety of Pyrthian. After a few minutes, you’ve made your choice. 

“Deal,” you nod at the witch as you take a sip out of your own pint. “Two months.” The witch gets up to take her leave, disappearing into the crowd and leaving you alone at the table. You don’t give yourself time to process. You need to sleep and prepare for the carriage tomorrow. Draining the rest of your pint, you leave to the inn off the side of the bar to get some sleep. 

The following day you changed in the small room of the inn you were staying in. You had acquired a simple dress and apron to make you look the part of a demure female servant you were supposed to be playing. You weren’t too worried about being able to hold a glamour on your appearance. The palace was bringing in tons of extra servants and guards for the upcoming months of festivities, so you seriously doubt anyone will be paying close attention to your appearance. You make your way into the small bathroom off your room to try to scrub all of the grime out from under your nails and make yourself presentable. Soon the girl who looks back at you in the mirror looks nothing like the feral thing you’ve become from your time in exile. 

You decide that's for the better.

Before you set off, you flip the skirt up your thighs to secure a holster holding a dagger and three smaller knives. You wrap the cloak around your shoulders and leave the inn, setting off in a spot to wait and track the carriage. 

About an hour later, you see the royal carriage rolling down the road and begin to track the carriage through the woods silently. At least the little magic you could still tap into allowed you to keep your silent movement. Eventually, the carriage stops to let the horses have a break, and you see a small girl step out of the carriage and presumably go to have a moment of privacy to relieve herself. You follow her to a small clearing far enough away from the guards. Covering her mouth with your hand, you sneak up behind her, pressing the dagger to her throat.

“Don’t scream,” you mutter into her ear, “I really don’t want to slit your throat right now, so do not scream.” You can feel the girl's tears running down her cheek and her whole body trembling. She nods against your hand aggressively, “I’m going to take my hand off now, and if you try to make a sound, I will kill you.” She nods again, and you remove your hand as she spins around to look at you.

“P-please…don’t kill me.” She’s a pretty high-fae girl, you suppose. Probably from the same port town you passed when you sailed into Autumn. 

“I won’t kill you as long as you don’t give me a reason to.” The girl nods again, tears streaming down her face. “What’s your name, you ask her?” 

“Soph-Sophie,” she manages to stutter out, and you nod, accepting her answer. 

“Okay, Sophie, here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to say that you got unexpectedly and violently ill in the woods and that the carriage must make a detour to the small town ahead to retrieve your cousin to go in your place. I will be waiting in the Honeycomb Inn. That is where you will tell them to pick me up ” She nods again, still crying; it's beginning to annoy you. “Say you apologize to the High Lord and his family, but you have a replacement.” 

“I understand,” she manages. You gesture back towards the guards with your dagger. She moves quickly, and from your listening, the guards seem to understand as they help her back into the carriage. You track the carriage until it reaches the town as directed, and you greet your “poor, ill cousin” when she shows up. After you get into the carriage, you breathe a sigh of relief. One of the most complex parts of this plan was over, and now all you had to do was wait until you arrived at the High Lord’s estate in Autumn.

[erisweekofficial]

Eris Week 2024: Rules, Prompts, and FAQ

Welcome to the official Eris Week Blog!

This post is intended to serve as a master post for the entire event. It will include the dates, prompts, rules, and a FAQ! Make sure to click the read more to get ALL the information!

Prompts and Master Lists

2024 Prompts

Event Master Lists

2023 Eris Week Master List 2024 Eris Week Master List (TBA)

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Rules

Eris Week supports all mediums of creativity (art, fics, mood boards, playlists, incorrect quotes, headcanons, drabbles, theories, etc)

You can ship Eris with anyone and everyone. This blog is ship-neutral and will support all works. Eris x OCs and Eris x Reader are welcome too! 

There is no restriction on content. You're welcome to post NSFW or dark content as long as you tag appropriately. If you see someone not tagging their work correctly, reach out to us. There are a lot of new folks who are still learning the ins and outs of tumblr and likely are making an honest mistake!

Be as wild as you like! Every day has a prompt, but they are purely optional!

We do not tolerate hate. Do not disparage other participants, add hurtful comments to their work, or ship bash. We are here to support one another and celebrate one of our favorite characters! If you are not a fan of Eris, you are welcome to block this blog! Your peace of mind is important as is that of our creators. Failing to follow this rule will result in an instant ban and the removal of all content from master lists. Please note: this includes bashing ships that are non-Eris related. Ex. If an Eris fic has background Casriel, we don't bash it.

We will not reblog or interact with any AI art.

We will have a Collection (ErisWeek2024) on AO3! Do some double duty and post your masterpiece there too!

If you run into trouble, please reach out to the blog and one of the mods will reach out to you for support.

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FAQ

How do I participate in Eris Week?

During Eris Week, please post your content on tumblr. Tag this blog in the main body of your post (@erisweekofficial) and tag your post with #erisweek2024. If you are posting on AO3, make sure to add your work to the Eris Week AO3 Collection and post your link here on tumblr.  If we don’t reblog your post within 24 hours, feel free to send us a message with the link! We would never intentionally not reblog someone’s post. 

What content is eligible?

In order for something to qualify for Eris week it needs to: A. Be posted for the first time DURING Eris week B. Be a new creation, a new chapter featuring heavily centering around Eris, or a significant rewrite of a previously posted creation. If you're unsure if your piece qualifies, please reach out to the blog and the mods will help you! ❤️

How can I see all the works posted during Eris Week? 

During Eris week, we will compile a list of all works created for that day and post the following morning, Eastern Time. So, Day 1 we will reblog all Day 1 content. Then we’ll start off Day 2 by posting the Day 1 master list and then start reblogging all Day 2 content. This is so we can try to account for multiple time zones. If we miss your post or the link is wrong etc, please reach out and we will fix ASAP.  At the end of the event we will have THE MASTER LIST to rule them all that will contain links to each day’s master list. 

If I’m not a creator, how can I support Eris Week?

Leading up to the event, reblog our posts and/ or let your favorite creators know this event is happening! Visibility is incredibly helpful!  Reblog and comment on Eris Vanserra works leading up to and during the event! Supporting work now will encourage creators for the event week itself!  During Eris Week, be sure to leave a nice comment on AO3 works as well! 

I want to participate, but I am nervous! Do you have any advice? 

Character event Weeks are an excellent way to practice your craft, take risks, and explore art in a low stakes environment. Here are some words of wisdom that have helped folks in the past:  When in doubt, start small! Write a drabble, write some bullet points, make a sketch. All of this is 100% accepted and supported during Eris week.  Don’t feel like you have to do something for every day! Pick one or two days that really resonate with you and make content for those days!  Don’t compare yourself with others! It’s hard, especially when well known folks are also participating. But remember, everyone is happy to get any content, especially Eris fans. We’re hungry for anything folks will give us! And one day, you may be that well-known creator ;)  Don’t aim for perfection! Post something with typos, get a canon detail wrong! People will ignore it and love what you’ve made anyways. I am sure that somewhere in these guidelines, there is a typo! Embrace the chaos!  If you’re looking for some reassurance, share your work with a friend ahead of time. Get their feedback! Sometimes a little encouragement can go a long way. Both of the Eris Week organizers are creators and are more than happy to chat with you about ideas, offer advice, or simply cheer you on. 

I have a question that isn’t here!

Feel free to send us asks, we’d love to hear from you all! You can send questions, head canons, ideas, or anything else! If you have a question you’d like us to answer privately, be sure to let us know in the ask. Otherwise, all other asks will be published on our blog.