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mischiefmanagers · 2 months

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Eris Vanserra Fic Rec Library 🍁❤️‍🔥

these fics are a mix of Eris x reader, Eris x OC, and a few general Eris fics with no pairing. if you've never read an Eris fic before, I highly recommend starting with the first rec below (gust & flame) because that fic made me fall in love with him. enjoy ✨

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

gust & flame (series) 🥀💞🌼

by @theostrophywife

here in your arms. 💞

like you wanna be loved 💞

by @acourtofmenandthirst

The Fox & The Hound 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Destiny's Battleground (series) 🥀💞🔥

In Spite of Our Differences (series) 🥀💞🔥🌼

Great Rite 🔥

The Prince of Blood

by @profound-imagination

Finding Home 💞

Rose Gardens

by @munsons-hellfire

Happiness in the Heart 🥀💞

by @sweetcarolina-24

Scorched Shadows

by @azrielbrainrot

Fire on Fire

Mind Over Matter 🥀

by @danikamariewrites

Rescue 💞🥀

Fake Sleeper 💞

Peace 💞

Seekers 💞🌼

Did You Just Say No?

Song of Death

Starfall Revelations 🥀💞

Guilt 🥀💞

Kisses 💞

by @redbleedingrose

Till the End of Time 💞🥀

Pretty? 🥀💞

by @b0xerdancer-writes

It Wasn't Supposed to Happen Like This 🥀💞

by @thisblogisaboutabook

Bad Idea, Right? 🥀🔥

by @azsazz

Cherries, Juniper, and Orange Slices 💞

Fire & Water 🥀🔥

by @honeybeefae

Cauldron Fated 💞🥀🔥🌼

Forgotten Ties 🥀

Valentine's Mini Fic 💞

A Court of Wings & Fire (series) 🥀

Past and Present 🥀💞

Coronation Day 💞

Potions 🔥🌼

by @we-were-beautiful

The Fox and the Hounds 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

My little flame 💞

Her 🌼

My tears ricochet 🥀

by @2thestars-andbeyond

The Fire That Burns Within (series) 💞🥀🔥

by @simkaswriting

What if…Eris had danced with y/n instead?

by @jeannineee

Daylight 🥀💞

Breeding 🔥

by @jdeclerc

a brother's intervention 🥀

by @azrielsdove

Playing With Fire 🥀🔥Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected 💞🥀🔥Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @fieldofdaisiies

Late Again 🥀

Brother 🥀💞 no pairing

Falling 💞🌼

by @azrielsoulmate

Covered in you 💞

by @cupidojenphrodite

Morning After 🔥

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Loose Lips 🥀🔥

by @thelov3lybookworm

Remember me? (series) 💞🥀 from Rhysand x Reader to Eris x Reader

Bloodshed 🥀💞

Not what I expected 🥀💞🌼

by @fineghkst

How Eris acts around his mate 💞

by @ladyescapism

fractured bonds 🥀

by @clairebear08

Woven 🥀

Use Me 🔥

by @historiaxvanserra

If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power 🥀🌼

I Am Not a Martyr, I'm a Problem

by @shadowdaddies

Autumn's Eden 💞

Bramble 💞

by @azrielslightintheshadows

Fake love. 🥀

by @crypticandmachiavellianaugustine

Sweet Nothings 💞🌼

by @readychilledwine

Death of Peace of Mind 🥀🔥🌼

Safe Haven 💞

Relief

Unconditional 💞

Leap 💞🌼

Kissed By Fire

Lapcat 🔥

Pack Mentality 💞

Tainted Love 🥀

by @throneofsmut

Bound In Flames (series) 🥀💞🔥

by @parkerslatte

Overlooked 🥀🌼

Warm Me Up 💞🔥

by @prythianpages

Like An Angel 💞

Cruel, Wicked Thing

by @saphirered

Frozen lake 🔥💞

by @thehighladywrites

Professor Eris 🥀💞🔥

by @thevanserrras

Breaking Point 🥀

Den of Foxes 🥀💞

Happy Equinox at Last 💞

Wake Up 🥀💞 Azriel x Reader x Eris

Petty 🥀💞

by @secret-third-thing

Never An Honest Word 🥀 no pairing

by @nocasdatsgay

From the Ashes, the Wildflowers Grow (series) 🥀💞🔥🌼

by @lucienforhighking

Hounds of Love 💞

Dancing 💞🔥

by @callmeblaire

when fire and ice dance

by @moonlightazriel

Symphonies 💞

When no one hears your calls 🥀💞

by @sellyoursoulforagoodfic

Monstrous Secrets 🥀💞

by @florencemtrash

Flame, Shadow, Beast 🥀💞 Azriel x Reader x Eris

by @serpentandlily

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny (series) 🌼

Last Solstice 🥀💞🌼

by @fever-fluff

Unconditional

by @yearning-for-autumn

Would That I

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chunkypossum · 2 months

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Mother Save Us From Your Twisted fate

From ACOSF:

Eris glowered. “Has this been the plan the whole time? To string me along, make me an enemy of my father, then use the Trove against all of us?”

“You made yourself an enemy of your father,” Cassian said, smiling faintly. “When he finds out, I wonder if he’ll let your hounds rip you to shreds, or if he’ll do it himself.”

Eris paled slightly. “Don’t you mean if he finds out?” Cassian said nothing. Kept his face neutral.

Nesta stifled her smugness and did the same. Eris observed them.

... For the first time since Nesta had known the male, uncertainty banked the fire in his gaze.

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Azriel found Eris on the side of the mountain… again. Though he hadn’t been allied with the Night Court for long, Azriel learned pretty quickly that he had a few favorite places to go when he wanted to be alone. This was one of them. After he missed his last meeting with Keir, Rhys had sent Azriel down to the Hewn City to see if Eris was somewhere within the mountain, knowing as well as Azriel did by now that Eris was known to hide out in the forgotten spaces of this cursed place. He knew he should just leave him there, let Rhys know and go about his other duties so he could leave the Hewn City as soon as possible but something rooted him to the spot. The shadows swam around him pestering to join the lordling in the blistering wind outside. Shadows wrapped around his wrist and pulled him towards the small opening that would lead him to the ledge outside. He really didn't want to go but let them lead him away anyway. The sight was more pitiful than he thought it would be. Eris was curled in on himself, holding tightly to his knees tucked up against his chest with his face buried into them. His wild red hair whipped around him in the wind, completely broken out of the neat braids they had been in. It had been a while since Azriel had to talk with him. Rhys had pressured Cassian to take on the responsibility of dealing with Eris in recent weeks. Even though Azriel knew he was the one who requested it, seeing Eris now, a slight tinge of regret washed through him at that. Without saying a word, Azriel walked over to him, footsteps drowned out by the howling wind and came to sit beside Eris. Far enough away that they didn't touch but close enough that he could if he wanted to. He didn’t want to. Putting up a shield of magic from his siphons in a sphere around them, Azriel looked down at the male who had yet to acknowledge him and smiled as he noticed the way the shadows played in the tangles of his hair. Pests. “What are you doing out here?” He asked Eris mumbled something without lifting his head that sounded something like ‘None of your business.’ prompting a chuckle from Azriel. Their relationship had gotten more confusing over the past few months and it was hard for Azriel to know where the line was now that they weren’t strictly enemies. The Mor situation would hang over all of their interactions until the truth was out but ever since Azriel got himself caught spying in the forests of Autumn, things had gotten infinitely more complicated. “Brat.” Azriel said through a laugh. He didn’t press further and sat there in silence while Eris stewed and Azriel watched. It wasn’t uncomfortable and somehow Azriel knew Eris would tell him when he was ready. After a while, He raised his head and spoke. “Cassian threatened to tell my father about our little … arrangement.”

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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The Asking Price - Azris Oneshot

“What’s the asking price,” I repeated. “The same thing I told Azriel when I found him snooping through my father’s woods yesterday.” - Acowar, Chapter 26 (Thank you @ofduskanddreams for pointing me to it!)

Summary: Azriel gets caught snooping through the Autumn Court woods

CW: Extremely Dubious Consent, Knifeplay, Restraints, Degredation, Wing play, rough oral sex

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In the last five centuries, Azriel had been to the Autumn Woods many times.

He knew the bends of the branches and each of the twisted roots well enough to glean familiarity out of the large tree beside him, seemingly identical to the ones that spread every direction for miles. Azriel had visited the Autumn Court for a variety of occasions, typically to keep an eye on the Vanserras and their ever shifting favors.

Yet it was never the memories of those trips that returned to him whenever he stepped foot on Autumn soil. Somehow, he always returned the same fledgling he was all those centuries ago, searching for the female he loved who had been left bleeding in the dirt. The taste of the crisp wind would always be laced with her pain, the changing leaves always colored with his rage. But it was the fear, most of all, that left him feeling unsteady. Even knowing what he knew now, that Mor was safe and had grown into a fearless warrior that was undefined by her past, Azriel could never seem to shake the panic thundering through his chest whenever he returned to Autumn.

“Shadowsinger.”

And there he was, lounging across a broad branch overhead, one arm tucked carelessly beneath his copped hair while the other drifted aimlessly towards the earth, stroking the breeze like it were his personal pet.

Azriel clenched his jaw. He didn’t know how Eris had discovered he was here—Rhysand wouldn’t have alerted him, not without telling Azriel first.

“Did you know,” Eris drawled, amber eyes tracking a leaf as it fluttered down from the canopy above, tumbling into his waiting palm, “that my hounds can sniff out any prey as far as the borders of these woods? After our last meeting—” the one where Cassian had put a sword through his gut— “I had them trained to detect Illyrian dogs. I had a feeling you’d be coming.”

Remember why you’re here, he told himself, fighting the snarl that threatened to curl over his lips.

“You want to know if I’ve told my father that your High Lady has taken a kernel of his magic.” Eris turned his head, studying Azriel in a way that drew out the rest of the snarl, regardless of Azriel’s best restraint. He hated how Eris could look at someone as if he were stripping them bare. When the Autumn Lord’s eyes dropped to Truth-Teller strapped at Azriel’s hip, he grinned. “And I suppose you brought that, in case I hadn’t. Intended to torture the memory out me?”

“You love to hear yourself speak,” Azriel said, reaching for the hilt of Truth-Teller instinctively.

A coil of flame curled around his wrist to stop him. Azriel’s siphon blared, prepared to cut through that flame, to meet the Autumn’s heir’s magic with equal might and power. Eris was not stronger than him, even here—

The shadows stirred, coiling around Azriel’s shoulder with urgency, but they were not fast enough. Azriel roared at the sharp pain that spiked through his thigh. The magic in his siphons fizzled to dust—poison. Faebane, perhaps, like Hybern favored in their weapons. Or something worse, a deadly concoction of Autumn’s own making. Azriel turned to track the archer that must have winnowed in, to have evaded his shadow’s notice, but flame pressed into his jaw. Not hot enough to burn, but enough to turn Azriel’s face back to Eris.

“None of that,” he crooned. “You and I have much to discuss.”

Fire spread over Azriel’s body, restraining his arms and legs so he could do nothing but watch as the Autumn lord sat up from the branch, jumping gracefully to his feet. A jungle cat advancing on its prey.

Then that flame against his jaw was replaced with Eris’s hand, the cool cut of his rings pressing uncomfortably into Azriel’s skin. He bared his teeth beneath the Lord’s unimpressed assessment.

“In private,” Eris added.

Azriel felt the fingers around his face tighten as they were enveloped in smoke. The air shifted first, replacing the chill damp of the forest with a pleasant, dry heat. Then he was deposited to his knees, none-too-gently, atop the wooden floorboards of what looked to be a sitting room.

“Welcome to my home, Shadowsinger,” Eris said. He offered a cruel smile. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Immediately, Azriel’s shadows swarmed and fled, taking this rare opportunity to explore the personal home of Eris Vanserra. The Autumn heir snorted, shaking his head so that a small strand of red hair flopped over his forehead. Azriel knew the shadows would find nothing of value—Eris had intended to take Azriel here, and there’s nothing he would have left for the Shadowsinger to discover that he didn’t want known.

“What do you want, Eris?”

Azriel kept his voice flat, refusing to betray a single emotion that might satisfy Eris. He hadn’t brought Azriel to the High Lord, which meant there was some angle he was working. Something ultimately self-serving, as all things were involving Eris.

“To talk,” Eris said, reaching for the hilt of Truth-Teller.

Azriel was still restrained by the male’s magic, could do nothing but growl, “Put that down.”

“Or you’ll what?” He asked, utterly unfazed by the warning in Azriel’s voice. The fire twisting around Azriel’s arms and legs constricted, holding him taut as Eris leaned closer, dancing the blade of the dagger across Azriel’s cheek. “Will you tell on me to Rhysand? Have him punish me for hurting his poor little Shadowsinger.”

He thrashed against his restraints, but stopped the minute he noticed the amused glint in Eris’s eyes. He wanted to see Azriel struggle, to witness the famed spymaster rage beneath his control. Azriel clenched his teeth, willing his body to still.

“Is that what you want to talk about, then?” Azriel asked coldly. “Rhysand?”

Eris stared down at Azriel knelt before him. His hand was still poised staunchly against Azriel’s chin, and his thumb swept over his cheek just the slightest bit, as though in consideration of the question.

“I want you to convince your High Lord to bargain with me,” Eris said finally.

“Ask him yourself.”

He spat the words, and Eris yanked him forward in response.

“Oh,” Eris whispered, his voice as sharp as the blade he trailed down Azriel’s throat. “I was intending to. But now that you’re here, it will be so much more entertaining to do it this way.”

Azriel’s pulse jumped. Not at Truth-Teller pressing into his skin, but at the gleam in Eris’s eyes.

“I heard a rumor once, about Illyrian males.” The blade traveled adjacent across his throat, threatening to break the delicate skin that he would not be able to heal. The arrow wound in his thigh pulsed, a dull ache that clashed with the strange exhilaration of danger, of anticipation. Of not knowing what torture Eris would be inflicting, despite torture being the language Azriel spoke more fluently than his mother’s native tongue.

The blade dragged backwards, over Azriel’s shoulder and the ridges of his spine.

“I heard that your wings are particularly sensitive.” Eris cocked his head, fire burning in his gaze as Truth-Teller’s razored edge danced along the base of Azriel’s wing. Teasing, taunting. Every muscle was begging Azriel to writhe against the flames containing him, to do everything he could to break free. He swallowed, unwilling to betray his anxiety at having his wings be touched—tortured.

“Shall we see if the rumors hold true?” Eris purred. Coaxing, but too chilled to belong to a lover.

Azriel shut his eyes. He had spoken to too many others with that same voice.

Cold metal dug harder into his cheeks where Eris’s hand still gripped him. Azriel resisted the urge to flinch as Eris said, “Look at me.”

A coward would keep his eyes shut. Azriel’s pride was the only thing he could still control, so he opened his eyes and met Eris’s cold stare. If he was looking for fear, for pain, they would be eclipsed by the rage and loathing simmering in Azriel’s gut.

Maybe Eris enjoyed the loathing just as much, because he smiled. “Good dog.”

The dagger teasing the base of his wing pressed forward, following the upward curve to trace his wing’s edge. Azriel’s hands turned to fists in the fiery restraints. Eris wasn’t pressing hard enough to cause any pain and instead… The shadowsinger huffed, struggling to control his breathing as the strangest, most reluctant sense of pleasure cascaded down his spine. Eris likely had no idea that a male’s wing was sensitive in this way. He thought he was teasing him with the threat of pain, but—

Azriel bit down on his lip to smother a groan. His cock was already twitching with interest, simply reacting to the way he was being unknowingly stimulated. It was natural, he told himself, trying to ignore the rising shame as he called his shadows back to disguise the scent of his arousal. Eris didn’t need to know what he was doing. No one ever needed to know.

“Would you like it harder?” Eris asked, no hint in his voice that he was aware of what he was truly inflicting on the Shadowsinger.

“Fuck you,” Azriel panted.

“Would you like to? You are already on your knees, afterall.”

No, Azriel swore, even as his cock continued hardening. Eris moved the blade downwards, over a particularly sensitive spot that made his wing twitch. A strangled noise rose in the back of Azriel’s throat as he thrashed blindly forward, desperate to escape the glorious edge of that knife. To free himself of the building need in his gut. This was so much worse than torture.

Eris noticed, of course. “Sensitive here, hmm?” He pressed the tip harder, causing Azriel to bark out a groan as his pleasure mixed with pain. “Look at you, the famed Shadowsinger, squirming on my floor and I haven’t even drawn blood.”

He continued ribboning the blade across that same spot, over and over, thinking he was causing pain each time Azriel gnashed his teeth and jerked his hips into cruel, empty air.

“Do you want me to stop?” The knife scraped closer to a spot that Azriel knew well. One that past lovers had discovered, where a few kitten licks were enough to push him to completion. He nearly felt like screaming to imagine how the hard metal would feel against it, cold and merciless.

“I’ll kill you,” Azriel swore, tasting blood as he choked on his own desire. It crawled along his chest, up his throat, and to his cheeks. Would Eris be able to see it, would he know that Azriel wasn’t flushing in anger?

“Says the male on his knees,” Eris hummed.

The serrated edges continued dragging against the gossamer of his wing, and Azriel hissed, spitting a string of curses in his mind as Eris arrived at that infernal spot and pushed, very nearly breaking this skin.

Fire enveloped him, shooting beneath Azriel’s skin in a molten tremor that seized his entire body, tightening every muscle. Eris must have seen the way he tensed, the way his wings tucked in as he came, cock shuddering as it erupted in his trousers. Azriel was panting, holding himself so still as he stared at Eris and Eris stared back. Gaping.

Then his eyes flickered downwards, to the wet leathers now sticking to Azriel’s crotch. The knife was still pressed to his wing, and Azriel was still achingly hard as the aftershocks continued throbbing through his cock.

Then, slowly, Eris’s shock was replaced with sinister delight. “How generous of me.” Truth-Teller began moving again, more deliberate now that Eris was aware of its effect. “Have you been enjoying yourself, Shadowsinger? Rutting against my floor like an animal?”

“Eris,” Azriel gasped, alarmed that the male would continue now that he knew he was pleasuring his captive. The air knocked from his lungs as Eris dropped the knife and began using his fingers instead. So much softer—so much warmer.

A moan warbled in the back of Azriel’s throat. There was nothing to contain it besides his own teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and even that wasn’t sufficient in barricading the noise.

“Cauldron, are you going to come again? Like a pathetic bitch in heat?”

Azriel struggled in the restraints. There was no use disguising his urgency to escape, now that Eris was aware of what he was doing. Now that he wanted to continue, was forcing more of that devastating pleasure to build with his delicious, clever fingers.

“Let me go.”

It did not sound as threatening as Azriel had hoped. Eris laughed, scraping his nails and those Cauldron-forsaken rings against the most delicate part of Azriel’s body. He keened, shifting his knees like he might try to crawl away, well aware there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.

“Will you convince your High Lord to bargain with me?” Eris pressed.

“Get fucked.”

Another laugh. “That’s you, Azriel.”

Azriel’s chest was heaving, hips bucking just as pathetically as Eris had accused. The male continued his assault on Azriel’s wings, intent on forcing another moan. There was nothing Azriel could do to stop the onslaught of bright, blistering pleasure. He cried out as that burning shot to his aching cock, spilling more warm, sticky spend into his trousers. It was humiliating, especially as Eris watched it all with a smile.

“Shall we do it again, Shadowsinger?”

Eris’s fingers were already moving. Azriel, who had never before broken under torture, whimpered. The male above him groaned, and Azriel realized belatedly that he was not the only one with a hardened cock.

Fingers fisted roughly in his hair. Eris must have noticed the Shadowsinger’s attention drift to the erection in front of his face, because he drew Azriel closer. Until his lips nearly brushed the stretched fabric. “Or would you prefer to suck?”

Azriel didn’t think his pride could survive orgasming beneath Eris’s touch a third time. At least if he sucked cock, he would be the one with some measure of control. Inflicting pleasure, instead of taking it.

Rather than speak, which would only add to his disgrace, Azriel simply opened his mouth. Eris needed no further prompting. He released Azriel’s wing to unlace his trousers, at which the Illyrian slumped forward in abject relief.

Until Eris stepped out of his trousers and revealed the large, flushed cock presented before him. The tip was already beaded with arousal, glinting beneath the afternoon sun that filtered in through the windows.

Eris fisted himself, taking a few slow pumps as Azriel watched, feeling his heartbeat in his throat. There was something undeniably fascinating about it. Seeing Eris naked, almost vulnerable. Though no one would think it by the darkness stirring in his eyes.

“Now open that filthy mouth,” Eris said, stepping closer. His hands slid into Azriel’s hair again. “Show me how a good Illyrian dog obeys its master.”

Loathing churned deep and low inside Azriel, utterly in contrast to the arousal clashing against it. Impossibly, Azriel opened his mouth, allowing Eris to push the head of his cock against Azriel’s tongue. His taste was salty, masculine, but otherwise not unpleasant.

Eris allowed him only that moment to savor the taste, before his fingers wound into Azriel’s hair, tugging his head forward at the same time Eris thrust his hips. Azriel choked at the unexpected intrusion, not anticipating that he would be taking so much of the male so fast.

“What’s that?” Eris asked at Azriel’s garbled protests. “Don’t sputter like that, Azriel. I expected Rhysand to have you better trained.”

It wasn’t as though it was the first time he’d sucked cock, but it had been a while since Azriel had gotten on his knees before another male. There was no shred of the control Azriel had been hoping to seize, and yet… there was almost something relieving about that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d allowed himself to surrender so fully to another being.

“Good boy,” Eris grunted when Azriel forced his throat to relax. The backs of his eyes burned, but Azriel opened them wide, refusing to let Eris see him so undone. The Autumn male’s pace was punishing, fucking into Azriel’s mouth until he stopped struggling. “Such a good fucktoy,” Eris crooned as his reward. “I can see why they keep you around.”

Eris pulled harder on Azriel’s hair, until the Shadowsinger felt his nose brush the coarse red hair at the base of Eris’s pelvis. Eris groaned, holding Azriel there for several punishing seconds as the male’s cock twitched. Azriel heard a soft, almost surrendered sigh in the shape of his name, which was quickly overwhelmed by the bitter taste of arousal flooding Azriel’s mouth. Warm liquid trickled down his throat, and Azriel found himself swallowing when he knew he should be spitting it back at Eris’s face.

He was kept there, in Eris’s tight grip with his lips pressed to the base of his cock, even as Eris began to soften.

Meeting his eyes, Eris raised his freehand, tapping it to his own temple. “Now I have two memories and two High Lords you would prefer to remain ignorant. Convince Rhysand to help me take the throne, or I’ll let him see how enthusiastically his Spymaster sucks Autumn cock.”

Finally, he released Azriel, allowing the shadowsinger to pull his mouth free.

Azriel coughed, re-adjusting to the sensation of breathing unobstructed. His voice was raspy as he spat, “Go to Hell, Eris.”

The male merely shrugged, gesturing to the Autumn wood just outside the window. “I’m already there.”

#GOD LETS ALL PROMISE TO BE REAL COOL ABOUT THIS OKAY?#Azris #Azriel x Eris #Eris x Azriel #Azris fic #Azris fanfic #Azris fanfiction

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thomasisaslut · 2 months

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May I request an Azris AU, with just FLUFF. A stupid ampunt of fluffy times. Waling up in the morning in each other’s arms, being super sweet bordering on sappy. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, really just all the kisses. Breakfast in bed. Getting up and starting their day together (or staying in to sleep, your choice)

I just want a ridiculous amount of fluff, please!!

Hii! So glad you requested this, I hope it fulfills your request, enjoy! 🥰

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1428307820-𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬-𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬-𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54416248

Info: WC-1.5k, Fluff and Smut

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Baths and Breakfast

"Stay." A deep, tired voice says from behind the soft flesh of Eris' neck, just waking up his body ran warmer than usual.

"I have my duties." Eris replies quietly, he looks over his shoulder to the Illyrian warrior spooning him. "As do you."

Azriel groans, he does not wish to think of his family members at the Night Court when he is beside his lover, not to mention the hounds by his feet. Even if the Shadowsinger refused to acknowledge that he liked dogs more since staying with Eris.

"I don't want to." He leans his head closer to the Autumn Fae's neck, his nose brushing gently against Eris' nape before inhaling his scent, heavy waves of cinnamon, firewood, and other autumn smells fill the spymaster's nostrils.

"You don't want to do your job?" Eris hums and rolls over in the bed, chest to chest with Azriel. "That's a first." The High Lord of the Autumn Court teases with a grin.

Azriel doesn't reply, he simply moves his head back next to Eris' neck, The spymaster's nose brushes the Autumn Fae's collarbone before moving his head up and biting down, gently sucking a red spot onto the High Lord.

"Az." Eris says with a fake warning tone, secretly the ginger-headed male didn't want this to end, he loved these rare moments he shared with Azriel.

"Hm?" He hums and continues to mark Eris' neck. "Let me have you, princess."

The High Lord of the Autumn Court whimpers at the sensation of his mates tongue on his body, the way his deep, sleepy voice spoke his nickname, fuck.

"We'd have to be quick." The red-head replies. "I have a meeting with some of the lower lords around eleven." He informs the Shadowsinger, who just so happens to be speaking to the darkening shadows.

"I don't like fast, they can wait." He rolls his eyes at the mentions of the other lords in the Autumn Court, he never liked them much.

Scarred hands trail down Eris' clothed waist, he pushes the white buttoned shirt up—Azriel had no idea how the male slept in these types of uncomfortable clothes, but, he never asked his mate about it—while in his thoughts, some of his shadows curl around the fae's hands—binding them up above his head while moving Eris onto his back at the same time. Azriel moves in between Eris' legs, more shadows swarming around them to spread them apart.

"I need you." Azriel rephrases himself, his gaze hard against Eris' own.

"Then take me." The High Lord replies, allowing his legs to spread further, the shadows guiding them around Azriel's hip.

The ginger-headed male then proceeds to snap his fingers, their clothes vanishing to the side table—neatly folded from Eris' magic.

The spymaster hums and leans down, pampering his mate with kisses along his collarbone. He then begins to move down, his tongue swarming around Eris' nipple before taking it into his mouth—sucking the sensitive nub.

"Az..." Eris moans out softly, the shadows around his wrists release, allowing the smaller male to caress Azriel's face. "More." He whimpers.

The shadows listen first, they stroke Eris' other nipple, gently twisting it before flicking the hardened spot. Sharp gasps are let out of the High Lord's mouth as the scene plays out, he wasn't use to the Shadowsinger being so... gentle.

Azriel lifts his head from Eris' chest. "You want more, baby?"

Eris' cheeks flush a light red. "Please." His hands cup the spymasters jaw before bringing him closer for a kiss. Azriel happily complies, their lips slotting together like a piece of a puzzle.

"Lube?" He asks, Eris motions to the drawer beside them. Azriel reaches into the nightstand and grabs the bottle of clear liquid.

He pops open the cap to the bottle before spreading it on his index and middle fingers, Azriel moves his hand down, now circling Eris' hole with his pointer. "Ready, princess?"

"Mother, yes." Eris whines, Azriel smiles at his mate before pushing his hand into the tight muscle, the High Lord whimpers. "Good... another."

The spymaster of the Night Court hums and inserts a second finger before beginning to scissor open Eris' rear, the Autumn Fae moves his hands to Azriel's shoulders before kissing his jaw. It only encourages the Illyrian further, he slides in his third finger, thrusting them in and out, rubbing against Eris' prostate.

"Oh, Az! There!" He cries, shadows move around the High Lord's hips to tug him down against Azriel's fingers.

"Of course, my love." Azriel whispers against Eris' neck before kissing the spot again. "I love you." He says as he withdraws his fingers—causing Eris to whine.

"I love you too, Azriel." He hums before kissing Azriel's lips. "Now get inside of me." Eris pouts, the Shadowsinger chuckles before nodding.

The spymaster grabs the lube again, applying the substance to his hardened length. Slowly, Azriel slides into the High Lord, quiet moans fill the room in the cabin.

"Closer." Eris pants. Azriel raises his eyebrow, the High Lord rolls his eyes and tugs his mate closer, his hands move from the spymasters shoulders to his wings, his ringed fingers stroke his inner wing. "I'm so close, Az." He says before kissing his lover again, he can't remember the last time they've kissed this many times during sex.

Azriel grunts against him, his hands moving from where they were on Eris' waist to beside his head, now pinning Eris arms back down. "I love you, so fucking much, Eris Vanserra." His thrusts speed up, his wings flaring out from the sensation of his cock in the tight warmth of Eris' ass. "Fuck, fuck." He chants. "I'm going to cum, princess. Where do you want it?" He moans, bringing his lips back down to Eris' mouth, but, still his lips were soft, gentle.

"Inside." Eris moans back, his legs wrap tighter around Azriel's hips. "I love you too, Azriel."

"I'm yours, love, forever." The Shadowsinger says before his hips stutter forward, his pelvis slamming against Eris' rear before his cock spurts, thick, white liquid into his lover. "Cum for me, baby." He groans, not stopping his movements.

Eris follows the command, his own length shooting his sperm onto their stomachs. "Azriel!" He shouts out as he finishes.

The two lie there for a second, both catching their breath. Azriel soon pulls out, Eris gasps at the loss before he rolls to his side, meeting Azriel's chest.

"Something wrong?" The spymaster hums, his hand resting on Eris' hip before tugging him closer—back into a tight embrace.

Eris hesitates. Azriel now looks concern. "I want us to accept the bond... fully." The High Lord says quietly, nearly inaudible.

The Shadowsinger only smiles and kisses Eris' temple. "Of course, my love."

—

The next morning Eris wakes up groggily, his chest still stained with the liquids from the previous day. But, the sound of water filling a tub forces the High Lord to make his way to the bathroom where he sees his lover.

"What are you doing?" Eris groans, his hands curling into fists before he rubs his eyes.

"I heard you talking to Nesta about those milk baths," Azriel begins, Eris puts his hands down, his eyes now focused on the tub. "Considering we didn't clean ourselves after our... fun," He smirks at Eris who only rolls his eyes. "I thought it would be a fun idea." The spymaster concludes as he places the rose petals in the tub full of milk and water.

A small smile soon creeps onto Eris' lips, he walks over to Azriel before placing his hands on his face—cupping the Illyrian's cheeks before kissing him.

"Thank you, Az." The Shadowsinger only smirks and picks him up, causing the High Lord to giggle.

—

By the time the bath was done the pair seemed more dirty than before, not because of the milk—no, that worked great for the skin, but, rather that the Illyrian can't keep his hands off of his mate.

Finally, they dry off and go to return to bed when Azriel sets Eris on the bed. "I'll be right back." He hums.

Eris cocks his eyebrow up but only nods, lying back down on the bed before sleep takes him.

When the High Lord of the Autumn Court wakes up once more he is greeted with the sight of breakfast in bed, a small tray table on the side of the mattress.

"Did you-" Azriel cuts him off with a kiss, his lips tasting like syrup and powdered sugar.

"You only deserve it, Eris." The spymaster grins before stabbing the fork into a piece of pancake, holding it to Eris' mouth, he happily takes it. "I moved the meetings to next week." Azriel adds.

"You did?" Eris looks shocked but grateful. "Why?"

"Everyone needs a break," Azriel sets the fork back down on the tray table before bringing his hand to Eris' jaw, tilting his head up before kissing him again. "Including you."

"So I can keep you all to myself?" Eris hums with a small smirk.

"Always, my love."

#a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #acotar #a court of silver flames #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar #azris #azris supremacy #azriel x eris #azriel shadowsinger #eris my beloved #high lord eris #eris vanserra

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daycourtofficial · 26 days

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Draft Roulette Voting - Day 2

Hello, you all voted for follow-ups and draft roulette to be the plan for my 2k celebration 🎉

SO the way draft roulette works is I will provide summaries or descriptions or tropes of 10 drafts I have (all in various stages). I will do this over the course of a few days so that whoever wins the first poll is not included in the second poll, and so on. Yesterday was the first day and the draft with Eris's hounds knowing you're pregnant won!! I also removed draft 10 (clumsy drunk Eris) because while it is fun, the finished writing will likely be about ~1k words, and I want to prioritize some longer fics.

Anyway, here are the drafts:

Draft 1: smut - Azriel x vampire!reader, Azriel and reader are snowed in at a cabin. What happens when they’re there for so long that reader needs to feed, and Azriel volunteers for her to feed from him?

Draft 2: smut - Eris x reader - it’s Eris’s first Calanmai as High Lord. Who will the drums lead him to pick for the night?

Draft 3: fluff - Azriel x reader - Azriel’s shadows know that you’re his mate before either of you do and are constantly trying to push you two together.

Draft 4: angst, no happy ending - Azriel x reader. Don’t want to spoil this one because I looove the concept. So it’s a surprise 😉 But @prythianpages did get to read the ending and it did break her heart so let's gooooo

Draft 5: fluff, smut - Eris x Rhys’s Sister!Reader. Eris accepts the mating bond and is incredibly touched by the effort you put into cooking him the meal from scratch.

Draft 6: angst, smut - Azriel x reader. The two of you have to pretend to be a married couple for a mission. Can you live with this false reality? Or will your feelings for Azriel eat you alive when it’s over?

Draft 7: angst - Azriel x reader. Azriel is consumed by a djinn, an entity that is trying to lull the shadowsinger into a false reality, wanting to keep him there. Can Azriel see past it? Or will the false promises of a life with you suck him in?

Draft 8: fluff, smut - Nesta x reader. Based on a request, Nesta runs into Cassian after their breakup, leading her to tell him the two of you are dating. After spending the night pretending, you confess to Nesta that you can’t play pretend anymore.

Draft 9: fluff - Azriel x reader. You and Azriel are mates, but haven't told the rest of your family. Cassian is suspicious of the two of you and does whatever he can to try to rile up a newly mated Azriel or get you to accidentally let it slip.

#my polls

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fieldofdaisiies · 11 months

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I love all of your works so much. I was thinking about how Az and Eris are both such girl dads. What about azris!girl dad head canons. They would be so loving and supportive.

I can't tell you how happy you made me with this request, here you go❤️ today a second post for @azrisweek Day 7, Azris As Girl Dads

after a few years of their relationship, Azriel and Eris adopt a young Illyrian girl who lost her parents in the war with Koschei

Azriel sees her on one visit to Windhaven

his heart aches at the knowledge of what hardship she would have to face alone in the Illyrian war camps and he wants to help her

he asks Eris if they could adopt her, and Eris immediately loves the idea, his own heart aching when Azriel tells him about her, her big brown and terribly sad eyes, the tears running down her cheeks, her trembling lower lip when Azriel left

But these tears are nothing compared to the tears of joy that leave her when she gets adopted, weeping and sobbing first into Azriel’s shoulder, then Eris’, asking over and over again if this is really happening

and it is and let me tell you, these two are the best dads any child could hope for

Zada is a ray of sunshine in both their lives, and both Eris and Azriel do everything to make her life perfect

Azriel teaches her how to use her wings, how to fly and he also tends to her wings when they are knotted and hurt from flying too much

and Azriel is the one who always cooks her favorite meals and also teaches her how to cook, they very often cook together or make dinner for Eris when he has to deal with a lot of High Lord business

family dinners are a priority for them - every evening the three of them eat together, or more like the six of them if you count the three hounds as well (safe for when Azriel is on a mission that takes more days, but then they make up for it afterwards)

and talking about the hounds, even though Azriel was a little wary at first about letting his young baby girl play with this huge dogs, he immediately changed his mind when he saw how sweetly the treated her, often licking over her face, panting loudly and joyfully wiggling their tails

moving on to her other father; Eris is the one who loves doing her hair, he learns everything about different hairstyles from his sister-in-law, Elain, telling her to explain it to him in as much detail as possible so he can implement the techniques and styles on his daughter's hair later on

when he gets home from hair-education with Elain, they immediately try out all hairstyles, Azriel is sitting in the bathroom with them, Zada sits on the bathroom counter, Eris stands behind her, working his magic on her hair

Azriel watches in admiration, loving how concentrated his mate looks and how much Zada loves it, giggles and laughs

they love spending moments like this together, as both fathers often have to work a lot, and mostly are not there for her at the same time; but they always try to make it work

Azriel, although he dislikes his heritage, wants to inform his daughter about the Illyrians, after all she is one as well; he tells her about the Blood Rite, Ramiel and Enalius and also of course of wings and siphons

Eris on the other hand, explains a lot to her about being a High Lord and the Autumn Court

for both fathers Zada's education is very important - they want her to become a smart, strong and independent female one day

Azriel and Eris will always help her with homework, but at the same time let her figure out many things on her own, Zada is very smart and already knows a lot and also wants to discover many things on her own where both fathers always support her

and she is not only smart, the young girl is also quite a mischievous one and loves to steal her daddy’s crown, placing it on her head and sitting on his thrown, pretending she is the one ruling

Azriel loves this, bending over with laughter and tears in his eyes as he watches his daughter mimic Eris

Azriel finds this all highly amusing until his shadows start loving his daughter a little bit more, do everything she wants (even if it is sweets at three in the morning), and often trick him - but he can’t blame his shadows, how can you not love her?

and talking about love - this girl gets overflown with love, let it be tiny little presents, her favorite meals, so much quality time together and of course cuddles: cuddles in front of the fireplace, or when she wakes up in the middle of the night from a nightmare or the thunder she will slide into their bed, seeking shelter in Azriel’s huge wings who will wrap around her like a cocoon

Zada is also quite adventurous which sometimes results in scratched knees or little cuts on her hands

Azriel can’t really handle those injuries well, always blaming himself that he hasn’t paid enough attention and that he is a bad father

Eris mostly tends to her wounds and later tells Azriel that it wasn’t his fault, kissing him softly to make his point clear once again

also both Azriel and Eris will often question if they are good fathers, their own fathers not having been idols or someone to learn something from for themselves (they only learned how to not do things)

but whenever their daughter tells them how much she loves them, or when she grins from one ear to the other, they know they are doing things right (and as a parent you can make small mistakes, no one is perfect and they often remind each other of that)

family is immensely important for both Azriel and Eris and so they will often meet up with Elain and Lucien and their children, with the Inner Circle and their children or with their grandmothers - LoA and Azriel’s mother, who both adore the young girl from the bottom of their heart

and lastly, Gods, protect the poor boy who wants to date their daughter — he will have to pass an examination with both the spy and torture master of the Night Court, and the High Lord of the Autumn Court

"No funny business, buddy," Azriel warns, leaning his shoulder against the door frame, Eris is standing next to him, his shoulders squared. "Holding hands, alright, everything beyond that….you know about the consequences." Eris raises his brow, Zada groaning loudly behind her boyfriend, glowering at her fathers, her cheeks bright red

but all in all, Zada has a childhood filled with nothing but love and dedication, both fathers doing everything possible to make her life the best she can hope for

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harperbrynne · 7 months

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Eris Vanserra Week Day 4: Hounds | Autumn Equinox

Eris and Azriel laughing quietly, watching Eris’s smokehounds play with Azriel’s shadows

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icey--stars · 4 months

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Part 8: 2.2k words, Eris's POV

Series Index

A story of finding solace in another. Azriel finds himself needing danger in a peaceful world, and what is better than the Autumn Court, ruled by his old nemesis, Eris Vanserra?

WARNINGS: drug and alcohol use, scars/referenced trauma

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~ 1 week later ~

Eris

Eris was finally finishing up the mountain of paperwork on his desk, writing one last letter to a farmer which should’ve gone to one of his council members to deal with (specifically his economics one) but it’d slipped through and Eris had already let it sit there for a week. The farmer deserved a response.

He contemplated the use of “it’s” versus “its” for a moment before finally signing it and putting it into an envelope to be delivered by a messenger tomorrow.

Taunya wagged her tail from where she was lying under his chair, leaning into his touch when he gently stroked her head.

However, a wad of shadows appeared in front of his desk and began swirling rapidly before a very particular male appeared.

Eris raised a brow, staring at Azriel blankly.

The male stared back wordlessly. Eris finished the wax seal without looking, sending the letter to the messenger rooms to be delivered with a brief flare of flame. Azriel’s stare didn’t break still.

As Eris took in more from his peripherals, he realized that the male looked… more worn than usual. He looked tired. The circles under his eyes were deeper and his wings sagged more than usual and his hands seemed limper than usual.

It was odd to see the shadowsinger so off-balanced. Eris didn’t even have a damn clue why. According to all reports, the world was entirely still peaceful and unless some revolution just began in the Night Court, then Azriel should be enjoying some more free time than usual.

And maybe that was the problem, Eris deduced.

Finally, Azriel broke the stare and looked down at his feet. “Want to play a game?” He asked.

Eris shrugged. He didn’t have a reason not to. “What game?” He asked.

“Maybe chess? Or some other card game?”

Eris hummed. “Chess sounds good. I have a good game set in my room. Any reason for the sudden appearance, Azriel?”

Azriel shrugged. A movement that seemed slower than usual. The male had less… Well, fire to him tonight. The male seemed muted for some reason. “What can I say? I was bored,” Azriel answered.

“I hope you’re good at chess, Azriel,” Eris said in a challenging tone. “Because otherwise, I’m going to wipe the floor with you.”

“You can try,” Azriel said, smirking a little.

Good, good. He was perking up a little.

Truthfully, however, he did miss that night they played poker for long hours into the night. It’d been fun and a good break from… everything. He felt less stressed than usual and could easily tell that the shadowsinger was more at ease than ever before. It seemed like Azriel wasn’t completely emotionless as he claimed to be, with how something seemed to be affecting him.

Obviously, something was bugging the spymaster. Something big or something small, he didn’t know. But it was certainly something.

Eris put on his signature smirk, raising a brow at Azriel. “Very well then. We shall duel. But first, let me finish cleaning up and organizing my paperwork.”

Nothing was incriminating on the table, so Eris didn’t care as Azriel watched him slide different letters into different piles and papers into drawers and then put away his ink and pen. He briefly pulled out a lead pencil to write down what each pile was so whatever sleep-deprived future Eris dealt with the next batch of paperwork wasn’t left completely floundering. Eris changed his organizing categories every time he put things away it seemed like.

He finally stood from his desk, smiling as he saw Taunya standing as well, wagging her tail happily and then bouncing over to Azriel as well, demanding pets.

Azriel hesitantly pet the hound on her head and Eris smiled. “Taunya tends to be a love bug, so you’ll have to excuse her.”

Azriel turned his gaze to the hound who was trying to lick his palm while he scratched behind her ears. “She’s cute,” he commented. “Percy’s ears were more perky than this.”

Eris chuckled. “I’m surprised you remember his name,” Eris admitted. “But I have to tell them apart somehow, right? Taunya’s always had droopier ears.”

“How do you tell any of them apart when they look so similar?” Azriel asked. Curious. Eris could work with curious Azriel, especially over his puppies.

“Percy has scars and the siblings tend to be pretty easy to pick out. Some are lighter colored, some have droopy ears and some are more muscled. Like the equivalent of an Illyrian in a dog.” Eris glanced at Azriel to see his reaction to his little joke.

“An Illyrian, you say? Which ones?”

“Cadoc, Pyro,” Eris listed off. “They have a bit more beef to them than the others. You’d notice if you were around them more.”

“Hmm,” Azriel hummed, smiling a little as he looked down at Taunya.

He looked up after a moment. “So where’s this chess set?” He asked, putting his hand back at his side, hiding it behind his hip.

Eris’s brows furrowed for a moment before he realized and simply made a hand gesture to walk out of his office.

Azriel really was self-conscious about those hands. Eris had been watching his hand pet Taunya and the shadowsinger must’ve thought differently. Eris didn’t even know what happened to them, just that the male’s hands were covered in burn scars and always had been.

Sometimes he wondered, but he kept it to himself. But the fact that Azriel felt he had to hide it had a weird sort of rage rumbling within him.

Eris led the way to his bedroom, snapping his fingers to summon the fancy chess set from his closet onto the table from before.

Both males moved to sit down in their seats from before while Taunya nudged Azriel for more pets.

Azriel stared at the dog for a moment and Eris watched them interact curiously. His dogs liked Azriel, oddly.

“Demanding love bug,” Azriel muttered just loud enough to be caught by Eris’s ears.

Eris smirked and blew a heated breath across the chessboard to clear it of dust and dander. It was a wooden set, with the dark pieces set in front of Azriel and him with the lighter ones.

“Which pieces do you normally play, Azriel?” Eris asked.

“White,” the male replied. “But-“

Eris turned the board around. He had no qualms about going second. He’s played both pieces equal times anyway. Some of the people he used to play in the military preferred white. Some preferred black and Eris? He didn’t give a shit.

“Alright then,” Azriel muttered and moved one of his middle pawns forward beginning their first game.

Eris mirrored the move exactly, looking up to watch Azriel. The male showed nothing, but it was quite interesting to see his eyes darting around. The male moved quickly and Eris followed. He was good at chess. In his free time, he sometimes got bored enough to read strategies for it. Some people would see it as a game, but as a general for a large portion of his life, he saw it as useful.

After all, it was like moving troops into places where they couldn’t be attacked by a fast-moving troop like rooks or knights while also keeping an eye out for the others. All in a way where sacrifices were made to move forward to complete the job: kill the king.

The first parts of the game were pretty fast, but as they slowly began to capture pieces, they started to take longer turns to examine the board, eyes flitting around, planning in their heads. Eris had to hand it to Azriel, however. He was a very good chess player.

“Do you have anything to drink?” Azriel asked after capturing his queen.

Eris lifted a brow. “What do you want?”

“Alcohol?”

Eris snapped his fingers and produced some wine for Azriel. “It’s from the Day Court,” Eris explained.

Azriel hummed and began to drink it a little. Eris held back a little grin of victory. It seems he must have a good guess as to what the shadowsinger’s tastes were.

“Are you gonna make me drink alone then?” Azriel asked. “Or pull out a cigarette like last time?”

Eris felt himself bristle immediately at that comment. “I’m surprised you remember that part at all,” he replied calmly, not looking up.

“That’s not answering me,” Azriel said, setting his wine glass aside.

“And? You didn’t ask something that dignified a response. Only an action. The answer is no since you’re-”

“Oh shut it,” Azriel interrupted. “We were playing chess just moments ago and now you’re getting pissy.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen me pissy, Azriel,” Eris said, leaning back in his chair. “I’m at ease right now.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying, it’s weird to drink alone.”

“You want me to pull out a cigarette then?” Eris asked, bewildered.

“Sure,” Azriel mused.

Eris’s brows furrowed in confusion. “You are a very interesting male, Azriel.”

He summoned one of his cigarettes with a wave of his hand. It was already settled between his fingers elegantly. “Care for one?” He asked, pointedly looking at the other male.

“This is enough,” Azriel said, raising his glass into the air briefly. “I’m not getting drunk like last time though.”

“Oh shadowsinger,” Eris chuckled. “I must confess, seeing you asleep on my rug was a sight to behold.”

Azriel muttered something to himself. “You won’t be seeing it again,” the male at last replied.

Eris shrugged and breathed in the mirthroot, his eyes fluttering shut at the immediate bliss that it brought. Maybe he was a bit more tense than he thought. “I never thought I’d see you so embarrassed, Azriel,” Eris said, watching the smoke trail from the cigarette toward the ceiling.

“I’m not-”

“You are,” Eris said. “Your little shadows tend to move faster when you are.”

Azriel’s eyes narrowed and he glanced at the shadowy bits moving around him a bit more erratically than usual. “How do you know?” Azriel countered.

“I’ve seen you enough times, Azriel. Your poker face is impeccable, but your shadows are not under your constant control and can give some clues away. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t help anyone in any board game like this, merely a way to see a bit more than you put out.”

Azriel’s jaw tensed before he sighed. “It’s your move,” he said, gesturing to the board.

“You killed my queen, you ass,” Eris mused with a little tilt to his lips.

“You left it open,” Azriel protested, spreading his wings slightly in a movement that had Eris focusing on those claws at the tips.

Eris rolled his eyes, breathing in another swig of mirthroot before moving one of his pawns forward. He had Azriel right where he wanted him. The male just couldn’t see it.

Azriel huffed. “Really? A pawn?”

“Are you going to tell me to play a different way?” Eris asked, smirking. “I thought you were good at this, Azriel.”

Azriel rolled his eyes and leaned over onto his knees, examining the board at more of an eye level. Eris smirked. He had the male right where he wanted him.

Azriel moved one of his rooks and Eris was even more pleased. He just left his king perfectly out for attack.

“You know, I didn’t take you initially for a mirthroot smoker,” Azriel mused as Eris pretended to study the board silently.

He glanced up, meeting those hazel eyes. They looked more brown than green right now, but he could still see a few flecks of that irresistible green. It tended to come out when the shadowsinger was mostly covered in darkness, but the warm light of the Forest House brought out the brown.

“Are you judging me?” Eris asked, his metaphorical hackles raising again.

“No,” Azriel responded. “I’m curious. You hide it well and most would assume the smell comes from your council.”

Eris rolled his eyes. Many members of his council were smokers, but they rarely did it during meetings. Only once or twice in which they were immediately judged silently. “You might be surprised, Azriel, but being the High Lord of a court is not everything it’s cracked up to be.”

Azriel’s lips twitched. “I’m well aware of that fact, Eris. Rhys is my brother.”

Eris rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to share the true reason for his smoking. Not ever.

“How strong is the scent?” Eris asked curiously.

“Not really noticeable,” Azriel admitted. “But I suppose here it’s a lot stronger.”

Eris hummed and took another deep breath of the drug. His eyes fluttered, but he forced them open. “Right,” he mused and then moved his piece directly into the perfect place to checkmate Azriel.

“Checkmate,” he said.

Azriel stared at the board before sighing in defeat. “Good one,” he commented and stood, his wings stretching out behind him. “I suppose I’ll be off then. Good game.”

Eris smirked, standing as well and offering out a hand as Azriel chugged the last few gulps of wine. “Good game, shadowsinger. Perhaps we could play again sometime.”

Azriel shook his hand shortly and then quickly pulled away. His hands went behind his back. Right. The burn scars. Azriel had many more cracks than Eris initially realized. That usual rage at Azriel hiding them returned, but he hid it well.

“Perhaps,” the shadowsinger said before he was gone. Eris rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers to clean up the chessboard and wine glass. The sky was dark and Eris sighed, his eyes fluttering shut at last in relaxation.

Night normally meant he could let down his guard more because nobody was going to “awake” their High Lord from his slumber unless it was urgent. Good.

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acourtofladydeath · 6 months

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🎵💚 There’s frost on the moon and snow on the ground, but with you around there’s spring in my heart ❤️🎵

Hi it’s Santa!

I hope you’re doing well 🥰 Did you get up to anything for Halloween? (and if so what did you dress up as?)

Now that it’s November I’m personally so ready for it to be Christmas and I’ve been daydreaming about your gift.

I wanted to ask if you have any headcanons about the other Vanserra brothers, their relationship with Eris, Eris’s relationship with Beron and with his mom, Eris’s hounds?

And regarding Azriel, your headcanons about his shadows, his childhood, his mother, his time working under Rhys’s father, his relationships with Rhys and Cassian?

Lay it all on me. Do not hold back. Feel free to deviate and elaborate to your heart’s content. Your responses are what I’ll be harvesting details of their backstories from (I want to incorporate as many of your headcanons as possible since it’s your gift after all.) I’m always on the lookout for opportunities to ramp up the angst!

— Santa ❤️

Hi Santa!! So nice to hear from you!

I dressed as Peter Pan for Halloween this year, went to my lectures on campus, saw my professor's baby (he was dressed as an adorable little dragon. His parents were very excited for my costume but he, as a 10 month old, did not get it), and then did meal prep while watching ghost hunting videos.

It is 100% Christmastime, with a 3 day break for Thanksgiving mid-November and I'm so ready. I may start decorating this weekend.

Santa, I'm gonna need you to buckle up for the answers to these questions cuz HERE WE FUCKING GO.

**note that these headcanons do not always work together, at the same time, or in the same fic. I just have lots of feelings on how this could/would go. I have many thoughts on many characters, and my interpretation of a character tends to change from fic to fic. Personification is different between fics and I love exploring different histories and interpretations of characters to see all of the "what ifs" and "okay buts" of fandom. This exploration and variety is part of what I love most about fanfiction. Below are some of my recurrent headcanons for these characters and their history, again these are my own opinions and not mean to be taken as the only interpretation or even the only interpretation I like to read/write.

Eris & The Vanserras

Eris and LOA are very close in age, leading to a very close relationship between the two of them, but also a lack of parenting in favor of friendship.

Eris is considerably older than his other siblings, or at least much more mature, and basically had to help raise them. This led to animosity between the brothers due to his having to order them around for their own damn good and to protect them from their father. He did whatever he could to shield them from Beron. I love exploring how this plays out. If they reconcile, then how? (I think so, and I hope so. I personally explore some of this in my fic And So Our Life Begins, and more so in the ASOLB spin off A Second Chance. They all have names and personalities and ).

He has done more to protect his mother and brothers than they will ever know, and he would rather that they didn't know because he doesn't want them taking pity on him. (I explore this a bit in my fic: The Soft Heart & The Shadow)

Eris basically raised Lucien himself, but instead of animosity, it lead to a very close relationship between the two despite the age gap. I also HC that Eris saw Lucien had power that was definitely not of Autumn, and he and LOA got in a fight about it. Not because he's mad she did it, but because he's scared about protecting them both.

Eris loves his hounds. He's very strict with them, but they're also some of the only people (besides Lucien and occasionally LOA) that Eris can let down his mask around, and they're some of the only living things that have seen the real him before he eventually opens up to Azriel. Because of this Azriel interacting with the hounds allows him to see more of Eris when he's still very skeptical of the male, and is part of why he's convinced to trust him and be his mate. I feel like the hounds are trained similarly to service dogs. When they're outside Eris's personal cabin/room, they're constantly working and putting on their best behavior, but when they're in that personal space, they're the most loving little affectionate puppies that ever existed.

Beron hates his son. Let's get that straight right now. HOWEVER I wonder if he respects the lengths Eris is willing to go to maintain his own power and protect his brothers, even if he hates that he's doing it. Like he might hate what Eris is doing with that power, but at least Eris has the wits and desire to USE that power. Just food for thought there with that one.

Azriel & his past

Azriel hates his father and brothers, and I think this is likely a large part of why he feels about Illyria as strongly as he does. He saw the worst of Illyria in those males, and I wonder if he has a hard time dissociating that awful image from the image of what Illyria could be, and the positive males that already do exist within it (people like Balthazar).

Azriel was a pawn for Rhys's father. He wasn't a person, just a tool to be used, and I think he still sees that interpretation of himself and his worthiness to this day. I think it greatly affects his self worth and his humanization of himself and his feelings. He struggles to see his value as a person with valid thoughts and emotions, because for so much of his life his value was that of a "thing". He sees himself as a weapon because it's what he had to be to survive within Rhys's father's court. I don't think he's ever had time, opportunity, or even a thought that he could be something else. I feel like his experience going from prisoner to training camp to expendable Night Court tool has greatly affected his mental health and his ability to stand up for himself. He will do what's asked of him because it's what is expected, even if it will break him in the end.

Azriel's Shadows came to him to protect him from the shadows and to protect him from himself. I think the darkness he had to get to in his own mind to pull those shadows to himself is deeper than he will ever admit. I love seeing the shadows have their own personalities and actions separate from what Az asks them to do. They're pesky little beasts that he loves dearly, but also can annoy the shit out of him when they don't do as they're told.

Azriel loves his mother and will do whatever he can to protect her, but neither feels like they can fully open up to the other. They're so worried about protecting each other they don't feel like they can truly reveal their feelings. She won't talk about her traumas, and he wont' talk about his because they don't want to burden each other. But they both know the traumas exist and want to try and help the other the best they can even without having the full story.

Azriel is a chronic pain sufferer from his hands. He doesn't say anything to anyone, and he only goes to Madja when it's so painful he literally can't function. I feel like he hides this too well, and even if he didn't hide it, he wouldn't accept help. I don't think he knows how to accept help.

Azriel & The Bat Boys (& Nesta)

I feel like Azriel feels like an outsider in most relationships of his life because of his past, but truly loves his found brother. I wonder if because of Az's relationship with Rhys's dad, he sometimes struggles with the dichotomy of working for someone who does actually care for him and sees him as a person.

I'm not sure Rhysand actually knows the extent to which his father used Azriel, and I wonder if this affects their working and friendly relationship. This is not a fully fleshed out headcanon for me, but it's an idea I keep coming back to.

I definitely think that Cassian and Azriel are closer to each other than they are to Rhys. I don't think this necessarily in a bad way, but with the power/boss dynamic and the fact that Cass and Az spend more time out in the field, in Illyria, and spent the entirety of UTM together there's a closeness there that they don't have with Rhys.

Look, y'all can disagree with me on this, but Cass and Az have most definitely fucked. It's canon that all 3 fucked people in the same room together, but I feel like Cass and Az have fucked each other and fucked other people together. IDK how you're a 500 year old anything and aren't very sexually open.

If Azriel is going to open up to anyone emotionally it's going to be Cassian or Nesta.

Nesta is not a bat boy, but I HC that she and Az are best friends. I think they are the only two in the IC who can truly understand the depths of each other's pain. Their traumas are so deep and profound, and neither really wants to admit their weaknesses, but together they don't feel so alone and can maybe start to heal. I think Eris can also be this person for Az and Nesta. I'm so here for any type of fic that discusses their pain (I regularly inhale @kale-theteaqueen's fic The Whole Truth because it gives me all of the feels and is so accurate to how I see Nesta and myself in Nesta. The way Azriel and honestly most of the IC are depicted in that fic. I also feel like their fic Burning From the Inside Out also depicts them (Nesta and Azriel specifically) closely to how I view them. And as a chronic pain sufferer myself, it's near and dear to my heart. Basically just read their masterlist, because I also reread Of Death and Resurrection regularly for the same reasons listed above, and I love the Rhysta friendships they develop as well.

Okay. Could I keep going? YOU FUCKING KNOW IT. Should I? Probably not, I've spent way too long writing this up already and I've gotta cut myself off so I can work on my WIPs. I'm still probably forgetting something I'll remember later on...

Please let me know if it's okay to keep recommending you fics when I answer your questions, sometimes it just feels like the best way to address them. As usual, please let me know if you'd like me to further describe/elaborate on anything here! I hope you're doing well, and it's so great to hear from you!! I'm really looking forward to this reveal and the fic!!

#i spent entirely too long writing this up #secret santa #secret santa 2023 #acotar gift exchange #acotar gift exchange 2023 #acotar #acowar #acosf #azris

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melonsfantasyworld · 1 year

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Care Less More Chapter 16

Featuring: Nesta and Cassian briefly, shadow play, a moment on the beach, and a bonus scene with my favorite OCs. Read here for the full thing and below for a snippet

“Desperate males will do anything to get their mates to accept the bond.”

“You think I purposefully injured him?” Eris’s whisper is deadly, his flames starting to form a circle around the intruders, weaving between the hounds.

“Did you?” Nesta quirks up an eyebrow. Eris is beyond thinking rationally, beyond extending forgiveness. He doesn’t care that they are only used to seeing his mask, doesn’t care that he hasn’t given them any assurances that Azriel is safe. They accused him of hurting his mate. Nesta doesn’t seem to understand the weight of her allegations, but Cassian does. He sheaths his sword while gesturing for Nesta to back up. The hounds inch closer with the flames, nipping at their heels.

“We just want to see him.” Cassian placates. Eris seethes.

“You break into my house, accuse me of kidnapping and injuring my mate, and think you still get to make demands?” Eris roars, his flames growing higher. He prowls closer to the mates, the circle around them getting smaller and smaller.

Suddenly the room plunges into darkness, shadows over taking all sources of light except for the ring of flames. They retreat back slowly to reveal Azriel, leaning against the wall behind Eris.

“You’ve seen me. Now you can leave.” Azriel says. He sounds tired and his wings droop slightly, but his eyes are hard while looking at his chosen brother and sister.

#azris #azriel shadowsinger #high lord eris

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 3 years

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Monstrous Secrets Chapter 3

Eris Vanserra x reader

Word Count: 1250

Summary: Mor.

After returning--you hesitated to call it this but--home to the Hewn City, your main contact with Eris, your mate, were letters that appeared on your bedside table right beside the ones from Rhys. Part of you wondered how the both of them would react to learning they shared this little similarity.

Mostly, the pair of you discussed the goings on of daily life in your respective courts; though, nothing either of you shared was anything that would be considered a weakness in your courts. Occasionally, very occasionally, there were deeper, more meaningful discussions. Quippy banter, to the contrary, became fairly common much to your surprise. Then one day you received a note--for it wasn’t near long enough to be considered a letter--the likes of which you’d never expected. It was just one line, no explanation, no signoff, just three words.

“Please forgive me.”

Before you could pen a reply, Cassian burst into the room. “You need to come quickly. It’s Mor.”

You hadn’t laid eyes on your friend in weeks. Really since that ball where you learned that your fate was tied to Eris’s You could barely stand to look at her in all honesty. Partially because you were assigned across the house from her usual haunts (something you were suspicious of due to the suddenness of the shift since you couldn’t be sure there wasn’t a reason Rhys did it) and partially because you felt so damned guilty about the fact that you were chest-deep in the process of falling for her unwanted fiancé. Guilt that, over the next few hours, would claw its way deeper and deeper into the pit of your stomach as you learned the true horror of what happened to Mor at the border of Autumn.

Her sleeping with Cassian however long ago to ruin her virginity was an act of desperation that was unexpected but not all that surprising.

Her father trying to force the marriage anyway, not at all shocking.

But the story, however vague, of what they did to her when Eris said in no uncertain terms that he would not be going through with the engagement. Then the fact that he’d just left her there, potentially to die of her various injuries. Especially in light of the knowledge that he’d been so close to getting her out of the whole arrangement. At minimum, it made you want to go back and tell her that you had a way out, that she didn’t have to go through such desperate measures. At worst, you wondered if Eris was really the man you’d come to know him as or if he was really how Rhysand and the others claimed.

You had to speak to him. Speak, not write. So you penned your own note as soon as you were able.

“Meet me where you left her or I’ll never speak to you again.”

You told no one you were leaving, let alone where you were headed. This was a mess for you to sort out, not them. Still, no matter how this panned out, you’d never be able to tell anyone who your mate was; that was certain. Gone was whatever hope you had that you’d all be able to sit around a table at Solstice. Gone was the dream that you might one day have your own wedding with your family smiling happily for you. Now with this looming over Eris’s past.

Sure enough, the second your feet touched the ground, he was stepping out of the shadows.

“Why?” you demanded, tears welling up in your eyes.

His shoulders were slumped, hands in his pockets. A far cry from his usual, cocky self. “Because if I’d touched her, everything would have been over. For us and for her.”

“What the ever-loving fuck does that mean?! Is it so far beneath you to offer her help? Cauldron’s sake, Eris, what if it’d been me?! Would you have turned me away as well??”

His voice was uncharacteristically icy when he muttered, “If it was you, there is no force in Prythian that would have kept me from your side.” A deep breath hissed past his teeth. Scalding hot rage danced in those golden eyes. “If I’d so much as touched her, it would have been as good as accepting her as my wife. I don’t expect you to understand how Court poli--”

“Now is absolutely not the fucking time to talk to me like I’m lesser, Vanserra,” you snapped.

His jaw visibly clenched before he spoke again. “If I helped her, I would have no choice but to marry her. Because she acted so rashly, there was no clean way to break off the engagement. She would have been bound to me, trapped in a court surrounded by ravenous hounds, and I to her, doomed to know I would never be able to wed you.

“I won’t make excuses to say it was acceptable. Not to you. But you know how my father can be. Cauldron knows the only one in my family not like him is Lucien. Her fucking an Illyrian bastard--” There was a weight to those words that made your insides squirm. Too many times you’d seen his normally-neat handwriting turn jagged or blood spot the page after Beron ‘punished’ his eldest son, but you couldn’t let that insult slide.

“I’m an Illyrian bastard, Eris. Does that make it acceptable to make you suffer for talking to me?!”

“I am not saying it makes it acceptable!” he snapped. “She’s alive and free because of my actions, so I cannot regret the end result. I can only regret how she got there. I will live the rest of my life with that regret, but at least I know she will get to live hers.”

“They will never forgive you.” There was so much else in your tone than just those words. All the hopes and dreams for the future that the pair of you had developed in your letters were dashed forever.

“As they shouldn’t.”

Those tears finally spilled over as you asked the question that’d plagued you since discovering he was your mate. It felt like asking it just added fuel to the fire that was trying to separate you at every turn, a fire named Beron Vanserra. “We’ll never be able to tell anyone about us, will we?”

In the span of a second, he was across the space between you and was pulling you into his arms. One hand cradled your head to his chest, the other pressed against the small of your back. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

Your hands clenched against his shirt. “They’ll kill you if they so much as smell you.”

“I wouldn’t blame them.”

You looked up at his face. “Eris . . .” was all you managed to utter before grasping at the nape of his neck to pull him down for a desperate kiss.

It was him that pulled away after a few moments. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against your forehead after placing a tender kiss there.

You wanted to assure him that it was alright, but it truly wasn’t. “I know.”

“What she okay? When you left?”

“Unconscious again, but healing. Azriel and Cassian are playing guard dog for her.”

“Good.” There was a pause. “I--” The words seemed to get caught in his throat. “I am proud to have you as my mate, Illyrian bastard or not.”

Your hand slid up to cup his cheek. “We’ll get through this, Eris. One way or another.”

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra imagine #eris x reader #eris imagine #reader insert #acotar imagine #a court of thorns and roses imagine

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evalinashryver · 3 years

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A Mysterious Stranger: thoughts on Gwyn’s unknown father

Gwyneth Berdara: our lovely cinnammon roll who could actually kill you who was introduced in ACOSF and who took the fandom by storm. She’s strong, brave, good and optimistic despite a dark past, a great friend that Nesta desperately needed. Her potential as a character is extraordinary, both because of the development and healing she needs to undergo, her connection with the Valkyries and Nesta and a very mysterious — and interesting! — family tree.

@yazthebookish did a great meta elaborating on Gwyn's maternal bloodline, connecting her with the Autumn Court and, more specifically, to Eris, which you can find and read (here). As you can guess by the title, we’ll not be diving into that side of the family, but rather about the mysterious stranger who so happens to be her father.

Firstly, I want to clarify that we actually have almost no information on Gwyn's father except for this one line in ACOSF: I, we—my sister and I, I mean—were the result of that sacred union with a male stranger. If we apply Occam's Razor to try and figure out his identity, the solution that covers all available data and makes the fewest leaps of logic is that this mysterious male is just that: a mysterious male, irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

But let's be honest— we all know how unlikely that is in a fantasy and ficiton setting. How many books out there do we have where a character’s unknown father (because yes, it’s hardly ever the mothers) turns out to be of relevance? And SJM does love to give her character something extra, something more, that makes them stand out from those surrouding them.

Look at ToG: how many of them either came from important bloodlines or were blessed by some kind of God? Aelin and Dorian are royals and a descendant of Mala herself; Yrene, introduced a novella and expanded upon Tower of Dawn, comes from an ancient line of healers dating centuries back; the key players are nearly all tied to some deity.

In ACoTaR itself, both Azriel and Cassian don't really come from special bloodlines (that we know of), but are extremely powerful to make up for it. The Archeron sisters? Their father was the Prince of Merchants, and there may be something else to their bloodline that we don’t yet know like, say, being descendants of the Fae who imprisoned Koschei. Feyre ended the curse and a silver of the High Lord’s magic, Nesta took from the Cauldron when she went down, and it loved Elain so much it voluntarily gave her more.

So let's put in our tinfoil hats and ask: what if Gwyn's paternal side is more than what it appears to be?

We all know Sarah loves Mythology and folklore and is constantly lifting things directly from it, be it names or concepts. Sometimes she picks and chooses and blends them together to create her own thing, other times she doesn’t even bother as much. Nyx's own name, for instance, or the High King Fionn, from the Irish legend of Fionn mac Cumhaill.

It’s fairly common in mythology and folklore for deities and supernatural beings to take different guises and seduce different women, then disappear and leaving them behind with a child, unbeknownst to them. Some already know from the start, but other times, the child grows up and only learns of their parentage when fate comes calling.

There's one god I'd like to call attention to, though. One norse God who is known to wander through the nine worlds, with a nearly insatiable thirst for knowledge: Odin. Wait, Ella, why Odin, of all of them? Because the Valkyries are his daughters. It's true that ACoTaR's Valkyries more closely mirror the Amazons than the Norse Valkyries themselves, but the connection is still there. And who brought the Valkyries up first, questioned why they didn't use Valkyrie technics (even though Nesta suggested mixing it with th Illyrians), and perhaps most symbolic, she was the first to cut the ribbon.

Gwyn, first of the new Valkyries.

We know from Sarah's multiverse that there are ways to travel between worlds; in ACoTaR, the harp itself allows one to open any door; in ToG, we have the wyrdkeys and the gates. So what if Gwyn's father was one such worldwaker, who just so happened to be passing by then? This could potentially tie her in with the greater forces at work, the otherworldly beings which Koschei and the Bone Carver are a part of. A child of secret knowledge.

That's the first assumption/idea. The second one is the other reason why I selected Odin: in the Norse versions of the story, he's the leader of Wild Hunt. ACoSF introduces us to the concept in the verse, this is what we know of it: "The Wild Hunt was a way to keep all of us in line. They’d gather a host of their fiercest, most merciless warriors and grant them free rein to kill as they pleased."

What's even funnier is that Odin, despite our current image of him, was far more related to the more berserker warriors and the frenzy of the combat. The Valkyries, the choosers of the slain, picked the most valiant and fiercest of warriors, half of whom became einherjar— and here I'd like to point out that they stemmed or were influenced probably from a common source, as the Wild Hunt is a ghostly horde (that does not seem to be the case in ACOTAR, but the connection is there).

Which brings me to another possibility: what if Gwyn's father is one the Daglan? We know they were cast down and hunted down, likely by Fionn (Rhys says that this one of the strains, but I'm going to go with it being true to Prythian), but just like there were Fae who fought with the humans in the Great War, were there not Daglan who sided with the Fae and Humans? We know that after they were cast down, the Fae hunt them down and imprisoned them, slowly, but how many managed to survive and live out there, in hiding? Even if they were not evil, the Daglan were demonized. Just like the Fae imprisoned Amren for thinking her one of their enemies, they could have turned against the Daglan who actually helped them.

The Daglan are, to me, inspired by the Fomorians who are described to be gods associated with the destructive powers of nature, being in direct opposition to the other race of gods, who are associated with more positive things. They also dwelled under the sea or under the earth. Cassian gives us Lubia as a seamonster. But under the Earth? We have the halls of the Prison, Under the Mountain, Hewn City... And yet unexplored Ramiel. With how the Hewn City designs were connected to the hounds of the hunt, these to me were important places of the Daglan of old. They might've even held the Dread Trove, once upon a time, and maybe Ramiel still does, or at least a clue towards it.

Gwyn being half-Daglan could neatly connect her to the overarching plot of the series, which seems to be going further into how the world was before the Fae took rulership. It would also tie her in with the otherworldly beings and plot that's emerging, and allow her to play a greater role. Would she be able to scry the fourth trove? No, but she and Azriel — because I firmly believe the next book is his — might be able to figure out and unveil the shadows surrounding the fourth trove.

This is very tinfoil-y and I'll readily admit that, but it's a thought that grabbed me and won't let go so I'm throwing it out there! Enjoy!

#gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #i hope this makes SOME sense #I'm tired af #yes yes i know this is far-fetched but IT'S A FUN IDEA #also thanks to everyone on discord who debated it ily

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daycourtofficial · 27 days

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Draft Roulette Voting

Hello, you all voted for follow-ups and draft roulette to be the plan for my 2k celebration 🎉

I want to do multiple polls because I think it’s way more fun that way.

Anyway, here are the drafts:

Draft 2: smut - Eris x reader - it’s Eris’s first Calanmai as High Lord. Who will the drums lead him to pick for the night?

Draft 3: fluff - Azriel x reader - Azriel’s shadows know that you’re his mate before either of you do and are constantly trying to push you two together.

Draft 4: angst, no happy ending - Azriel x reader. Don’t want to spoil this one because I looove the concept. So it’s a surprise 😉

Draft 5: fluff, smut - Eris x Rhys’s Sister!Reader. Eris accepts the mating bond and is incredibly touched by the effort you put into cooking him the meal from scratch.

Draft 7: angst - Azriel x reader. Azriel is consumed by djinn, an entity that is trying to lull the shadowsinger into a false reality, wanting to keep him there. Can Azriel see past it? Or will the false promises of a life with you suck him in?

Draft 9: fluff - Eris x reader. Eris’s hounds know you’re pregnant before either of you do, driving the two of you wild with their newfound devotion to you.

Draft 10: fluff - Eris x reader. Eris is a clumsy drunk. Special cameo with Lulu 💕

#my polls

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thomasisaslut · 7 months

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Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Exhibitionism — KTober

Word Count: 1k

Includes: Exhibitionism, Light Bondage, Hickeys, Mating Bonds, Creampie, Anal, Anal Fingering.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50893822

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1390441855-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱

Navigating a relationship was tough for both parties, Azriel having to explain to the entire Inner Circle about his boyfriend—to Morrigan. Eris having to hide the entire affair from his father, luckily, he will be executed by no other than Azriel. Then, they can be happy in peace.

Well, not saying they aren’t happy. Currently the two males are outside of Eris’ Forest Cabin. The Autumn Court’s breeze gusting past the two—Azriel instinctively wraps his wing around Eris like a shield—in a cold blow. The forever color shifting leaves falling before them and their feet, sometimes landing on their thighs.

Eris’ hounds are also out, running and playing with each other around the house.

“Az?” Eris’ voice rings out as he rests his head on Azriel’s shoulder, looking up at the toner man.

“Hm?” He hums back, looking down into the deep, brown eyes.

Without replying Eris smirks, his smaller hands connect to Azriel’s chest before pushing him onto the grass. Eris soon moves on top of him—now lying on the Illyrian’s chest.

“What are you doing, little fox?” Azriel chuckles at his mates actions.

“I like your chest.”

“Oh, do you?” Azriel smirks, near cocky.

Eris rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Shadowsinger.”

“But you just said how much you like it, Eris.” Azriel sees Eris begin to slide off his chest and quickly takes the chance to grab underneath his armpits—flipping their positions and pinning Eris to the ground.

“Don’t you want to see how much I like yours?”

Eris’ cheeks flush a deep crimson before he weakly nods, his chocolate-colored eyes meeting the burning yellow.

The shadows move, unhooking the buttons of Eris’ white shirt—revealing his pale, scarred chest. In a second Azriel connects his lips to the scars, delicately kissing the previously wounded areas. Eris whimpers.

“Az… you better not be teasing me.”

The taller chuckles. “Of course not, we will get there soon.” Azriel moves up Eris’ chest before nibbling at the soft flesh—he begins to leave red marks before sucking, turning the bites into deep purple hickeys. “You’re mine, Vanserra.”

“Then prove it, spymaster.” The red-ginger smirks.

Azriel only smirks back, he tugs down the black pants that Eris wore—now he is fully nude and on display for his mate.

Azriel could moan at the sight if he lost self-control.

“Suck.” He brings his scarred fingers to Eris’ mouth, he happily obliges and takes Azriel’s fingers into his mouth—covering his index, middle, and ring with a thick coat of saliva before Azriel pulls them out.

Slowly, Azriel inserts his index finger—Eris squirms under the cold touch, even with the saliva he groans.

“Are you al-“

“More, please, Az.” Eris cuts him off with a plea, his own breath hitching as Azriel does so.

He begins to pump his fingers in and out of Eris’ hole, slowly increasing the pace before he inserts a third finger. Azriel then begins the scissoring process, stretching the tight muscle so his throbbing cock would be able to fit.

“Can’t…” Azriel finds that mushy spot deep inside of Eris and begins to abuse his prostate. “Fuck!” Eris moans. “I need you, your cock, please.” The orange-red headed male begs.

“Of course, my little mate.” Azriel bites onto Eris’ bare neck again before speaking once more. “I need more lube, Eris.” He brings his hand back up to Eris’ mouth.

Eris complies and opens his mouth, Azriel stuffs the three of his fingers back—Eris tastes himself on the scarred fingers, moaning at the taste. Soon after, Azriel retracts his hand then brings it to his throbbing cock, he lubes up his cock before aligning the tip of his member and sliding in.

“Oh… Azriel!” Eris moans, praying his hounds are still playing with each other instead of smelling the heavy scent of sex.

“You need more, little fox? Need to feel my cock pulsing deep inside your aching hole?” Azriel teases, his cocky smirk only grows.

“Yes! Oh, please!” Eris grunts as Azriel pushes in further, finally he is situated fully.

“May I move?”

“If you don’t I’ll fucking-“

“Fucking what? Huh?” Azriel begins to thrust, pounding harshly against Eris’ prostate—abusing the sensitive spot deep inside his hole.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks.

“Azriel!”

“My little mate, my mate.” Azriel emphasizes the word ‘my’. “Who do you belong to, Eris Vanserra?”

“You! Only you, m-my Illyrian brute!”

Even in a rough fucking Eris remains to be snarky, it causes Azriel to laugh.

“Yes, and who do I belong too, fox?”

“Me!” Azriel thrusts again, harder and faster than before. “Only… me.” Eris pants out.

“That’s right, my love. My little High Lord.”

Eris nods, his breath ragged and panting as Azriel continues his rough fucking session. He feels the scarred hands move to his cock, one of them fumbling with his balls whilst the other strokes his cock. Azriel’s shadows hook around Eris’ hips, holding them down against the grass.

“I’m so close, little fox.”

“M-Me too!” He moans. “So… faster!” Eris begs.

Azriel kisses his temple then begins to fist Eris’ cock faster, stroking and stroking until he cums. His release covers both his scarred hand, forearm, and Eris’ lower stomach.

“Azriel!” He moans as he cums. “Inside, inside! Let me feel you, my mate. Claim me! Mark me!” Eris pleas, hooking his legs around Azriel’s waist and tugging him closer.

Azriel removes his shadows from Eris’ hips then replaces it with his hands, he holds them to the point of bruising as he continues to pound.

“Cum with me for a second time, little fox.”

Eris nods, he moves his pale hand to his own cock and begins to lazily stroke it—completely overstimulated by the prostate abuse and his cock being fisted.

“Oh! Eris!” Azriel moans, shooting his load deep inside of Eris’ stretched hole. He doesn’t stop moving inside of the pale man until he cums for a second time.

Eris finally cums again, covering his stomach in another layer of release. Slowly, Azriel pulls out. He leans forward and pecks Eris’ temple.

“Is your back alright, Eris?”

He hums, now in a cockdrunk state of mind. “Inside…” Eris shivers in the cold Autumn Court breeze.

Azriel smiles then hooks his arm under Eris’ thighs, then under his neck—hoisting him up into his arms then bringing him into the Forest cabin for another night of relaxation—at least while they could.

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