#Erisvanserra

[browneyedgirly93]

K like Eris with a reader who’s like rlly into cute things and loves his dogs

Apparently cute things evolved into thoughtful gifts for Eris haha  I hope you enjoy my first one-shot fluffy Eris x Reader fic :) I have a long-form multi-part Eris Fic coming soon!

Gifts

Eris x Reader

Summary: Eris finds his mate sitting on the floor surrounded by their dogs she has been waiting for him to finish work so she can give him a few gifts. Warnings: None, just fluff

Word Count: 918

I am sitting on the floor surrounded by thirteen dogs, the smallest of the bunch Flint is in my lap jumping up and trying to give me kisses. Eris had gotten me a puppy for our 5-year anniversary and I adored the little guy. The other dogs were laying around me watching as I played with the pup. The hounds were always watching over me when Eris wasn’t around. I heard the door opening and looked up to see the love of my life leaning against the door frame smirking at me.

“My love, why were you sitting on the floor?” he said stepping into the room eyes never leaving me, a few of the dogs got up to go and sniff their master his hands mindlessly patting them on the heads.

“Giving the dogs the attention they deserve” I state matter-of-factly, he chuckles and watches me for a few minutes.

“Will I also be getting the attention I deserve?” he winks at me.

“Always” I say knowing exactly what I have planned for tonight. I place Flint on the floor and push myself up and nearly trip over 3 different dogs, Eris is instantly beside me gripping my waist to keep me steady. I wrap my arms around him and snuggle into his chest. “How was your day?”

“Boring, as usual. How was yours?” he said simply pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. 

“I went shopping today and got you a few things” I smiled proudly stepping away from him. 

“My love you did not have to do that” he said, but I could tell he was excited. He loves it when I bring home surprise gifts for him, he’d never admit it but he enjoys being spoiled. Standing up on my tiptoes I lean in pressing a soft kiss to his lips before disappearing into our bedroom to grab the items. I return to find him sitting in front of the fire with his legs resting on the low-lying table. Settling down beside him on the brown leather couch, I sit facing him I want to be able to watch his reactions to my gifts. “I called to have tea delivered” he smiles at me placing his hand on my leg. Returning his smile while handing him the first gift, it was a brown leather-bound journal with gold-gilded edges. 

“I figured you’d be needing a new one soon and I got myself a matching one” I smile placing a second one on the table. “Thank you” he chuckles leaning over to place a kiss on my cheek, a knock sounds from the doorway. “Come in” he calls out, as our main servant Florence enters the room with a large platter containing a teapot, two matching tea cups and a plate overflowing with Eris’s favourite cinnamon apple biscuits. She brings it over towards the table and places it gently before us. 

“Will there be anything else my lord and lady?” Florence said bowing to us.

“That’ll be all for now. Thank you, Florence” I respond smiling at her, she bows again exiting the room. Eris leans forward pouring us each a cup of tea and grabbing a biscuit. “I guess you won’t be wanting your second gift then.”

“Who said I didn’t” he smirks in between bites of his biscuit. I grab the second gift, it was a metal tin containing our favourite maple candies. His eyes went wide as he grabs the tin from my hand, pulling the lid off and popping a piece of candy into his mouth.

“They’ve been sold out everywhere, how’d you get them?” he mumbles around the candy.

“I’ll never tell” I smirk at him taking a sip of my tea and returning it to the table. “Just one gift left to go.” Putting down the candy jar and focusing all his attention on me I hand him a small white gift box with a large red bow tied around it. “Now technically this is a gift for both of us.” I blush and he eyes me suspiciously, he begins to lightly shake.

“Is that so?” smirking at me like he already knew what was inside the box. He slowly begins untying the bow I felt the heat blooming in my stomach, his eyes lifting to mine as he scents my arousal. Removing the lid he looks into the box to be greeted by a deep red set of lingerie. “I require a fashion show Pet” he demands eyes darkening as he hands me the garment, blushing at the use of the nickname that was saved for the bedroom. 

“Anything for you my High Lord” I say in the most sultry voice I can muster, snatching the garment. I walk through the bedroom into the bathing chamber changing into the nearly non-existent fabric and stepping out of the room to find Eris already waiting on the bed. He looks me up and down with such intensity.

“Utterly breathtaking” he says in a husky voice standing up and striding towards me. He grabs my hips pulling me into a passionate kiss. He pulls away and steps back to look at me again. “Thank you for my gifts Pet, now let me give you a gift.” He purrs as he lifts me up I wrap my legs around his waist, resuming our kiss. Suddenly I am on my back on the bed with his prowling over me, the look in his eye told me I was in a long night.

#eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #eris/reader #eris #erisvanserra #acotar #autumncourt #autumnslittlefox

[timetopractice]

Wait for another 20 books from ACOTAR series because SJM is not capable of ending more than one plot line in one book

#anti sjm #acotar #sjmaas #acosf #azriel #cassian #erisvanserra #elain archeron

[gardenfaerie222]

A Court of Glass and Steel: Chapter 1

Pairing: Eris x OC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A dance of intrigue, lies, and Hesteya barely keeping her head as she tries to seduce the High Lord of Autumn Court, so that she can fulfill her bargain with his eldest son and murder the High Lord.

Content Warning: mentions of sex

The rest of her weeks, months, years, passed by in a flurry of appointments with clients, dress fittings, and itching at the damn thing magically stuck to her face. She hated it, more than she hated anything did she hate that intricate and expensive thing. A party for the high lord, a shallow laugh threatened to escape her, a party thrown by the person who had razed this country practically to the ground. The sounds of marching soldiers in dingy, smokey grey armor, black plumes raising from their helms. The high lords own emissary, scarred beyond belief, and still the group of them had scuttled under the mountain, in pretty dresses, pressed breeches, and expensive masks to dance to the tune of occupation. A ridiculous, idealistic high lord, not fit to rule even after all this time. She did snort then, before sucking in a breath as her corset was tightened.

“Sorry, miss,” the lesser fae seamstress amended as she continued to tighten the strings to the emerald gown, pushing her breasts practically up to her chin. Hesteya waved her off, admiring her own reflecting in the three mirrors surrounding her. The gown looked beautiful against her lightly tanned complexion, soft from a lifetime free of hard work. She knew her life offered privileges she often indulged in, the money she earned spent on frivolous gowns, servants to assist her, and the many books she kept stored in her extra bedroom. Some of the tomes were appropriate for a female of her station, some would be frowned upon, but it mattered little. Her books were her small enjoyments, a lifeline to a time before. Before occupation, and leering stares, and a madame whom she still owed a great debt to. If she ever freed herself, she didn’t know what she would do. If she could ever travel across Prythian, or even to the continent, seeing those far off kingdoms and cities where she might make a life for herself. She imperceptibly shook her head, freeing the thoughts in her mind. She would never travel, because soon, as each fae, high and lesser, around her knew, they would be delivered to the deceiver ruling her court beneath the mountain.

It mattered little to her, Hesteya supposed. Her clients and her madame would be delivered as well, and from what she could gather, her services would still be a necessity. She heard then, the whisperings of the lesser fae seamstress to another, working on a different gown for a different female, “sent her home,” the glistening skinned female murmured, the sheer wings behind her fluttering, reminding Hesteya of falling spring leaves.

“The human girl the high lord brought was sent home?” The other admonished, shocking coloring her features, the reprimanded in her tone present for someone who was not.

Hesteya excused herself soon after, changing from the beautiful green gown into her own of pale yellow, simple in design but made up for in the expense of the fabrics. She made her way through the rather large village, careful to avoid dirtying her skirts, shoulders thrown back and head held high as eyes tracked her movements. She knew what appointment she had next, and as she entered the carriage waiting for her near the edge of the village, far from her own home, she nodded to the driver as he carried her towards the high lord’s manor.

The trip was rather quick, and she entered as she always did, through a servant’s door before making her way through the manor, head bowed until she can upon the room bathed in that familiar scent of autumn woods, bonfires, and apples. She quietly opened the door, glancing upon the male with long red hair lounging on velvet and furs, his golden eye whirling as he turned his face to meet hers, the door clicking back closed as she fully entered, coyly dipping her head, “You requested my presence, lord?”

He rose, graceful as any dancer, as one of his large hands gripped her waist, the other lifting her chin, to fully look upon her face, “come here,” he growled, his eyes darkening with lust as he guided her towards his bed, taking no time to undo the laces to her gown before turning her skirts up and finding his pleasure in her.

She took no offense, allowing him to do what he needed before he rolled off her, a happy male spent and sated. She knew Lord Luicen was a kind male, who paid handsomely for her company and her time. She had serviced him multiple times before, and had known him since she was scarely grown into her own adult fae body. She traced her nails along the broad expanse of his chest, her fingers pale against his golden-brown skin as she murmured into his ear, “I heard the most interesting rumor in the village today,” he hummed in response, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed patterns she traced, so she continued, her hands never faltering, “the human girl was sent home, is it true?”

The speed in which he grabbed her, stopping her ministrations, shocked her enough that she looked up to meet his mismatched gaze beneath the mask of a fox, and there was nothing but sorrow, and an undercurrent of anger in his russet colored eye as he nodded, inhaling a breath, “The high lord is doing what he believes is best,” he placated, but she still saw it, that anger turning his gaze molten as she scoffed, the only sign of how disapproving she was that she allowed herself to show.

“How soon until she comes for us?” She asked, keeping her own angered response from bubbling past her lips, or showing in the creases of her face not hidden behind her mask, but she couldn’t keep the soft, delicate smile upon her sensuous mouth.

He opened his own to respond, but was cut off by crashing and screaming, he was up within a moment, tossing a shirt over his bare torso as he raced for the door. He turned to her, almost an afterthought, as he grasped for the handle to pull it open, “Stay here, go nowhere,” before he was gone. A useless order, if who was causing the ruckus downstairs was who they both assumed, spoken it into existence only moments before. Hesteya didn’t know how long she laid on that bed of velvet and fur before the twisting of the doorknob brought her to attention, sitting up quickly as it opened into the room. A towering, shadowed figure stood in the doorway, imposing leather wings leaving no room for her to get around even if she wished to try. As it stepped further into the light, a maw full of sharp silver fangs came into her view, dripping red onto the pristine rugs covering the floor.

It grinned then, a horrifying sight as clawed hands reached out to grab her, “Her majesty will be most interested in seeing you,” it hissed as its hands grabbed around her, claws biting into the fragile skin left exposed by the airy fabric of the. gown, pulling her from the bed still intermingled with scent of Lucien’s and her pleasure, “Most interested indeed.”

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #erisvanserra #beronvanserra #prythian #fanfiction #fanfic #springcourt #autumncourt #eris vanserra #beron vanserra #high lord beron #eris vanserra x oc

[azsazz]

No cuz we knew the vanserras were hot…this is another level tho

#vanserras #acotar #acomaf #acowar #Lucien vanserra #eris vanserra

[secret-third-thing]

the FACT that no one took erisvanserra as a discord username. Anyway... that's me now.

#eris vanserra #i also got that name on neopets #stt ramblings

[wisteriabookss]

An Extensive Analysis of Eris

The recent excerpt from ACOSF has got this fandom spinning on it’s head because it includes a feral-smiling Eris waltzing with Nesta. As a result, people have now delved deeper into his character and whether or not he deserves a redemption arc (or an arc of any kind). 

So naturally, he has been compared to Rhys, because Rhys also appeared to us in the beginning as a cruel, cunning person, who was eventually revealed to have a bigger heart, and a valid excuse (at least amongst the IC) for his behavior.

I made this post to mainly catalogue all that Eris has done, analyze his actions, see if he indeed can be compared to Rhys, and to determine whether or not he should have a redemption arc. 

What We Know So Far

Our first mention of Eris is in ACOMAF, when Rhysand is explaining to Feyre what happened to Mor. I could put the quotes here, but just to save some time I’m gonna make a long story short.

Mor’s father, Keir, declared that she was to be sold in marriage to Eris. Eris is known for being cruel, and Mor begged Rhys to stop it. Rhys brought her to the Illyrian camp for a few days, and she decided to sleep with Cassian in order to ruin her “pure” image. Because she slept with Cassian, Eris refused to marry her. Said, “she’d been sullied by a bastard-born lesser faerie, and he’d now sooner fuck a sow.” Her family, although it’s not said explicitly, basically beat her, and then dumped her body on the Autumn court border with a note nailed to her body that said she was Eris’s problem now. Eris left her for dead in the middle of their woods.

Now, we’re going to look at what he exactly said during this event, given to us from Mor’s POV in ACOFAS:

“Don’t touch her.” Those steps stopped. It was not a warning to protect her. Defend her.

“No one touches her,” he said. Eris. “The moment we do, she’s our responsibility.” 

Cold, unfeeling words. “But—but they nailed a—” 

“No one touches her.”

A pale, beautiful face appeared above her, blocking out the jewel-like leaves above. Unmoved. Impassive. “I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.”

He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved his lips. “I thought so.”

Eris took a step away. Someone behind him blurted, “We can’t just leave her to—” 

“We can, and we will,” Eris said simply, his pace unfaltering as he strode away. 

“She chose to sully herself; her family chose to deal with her like garbage. I have already told them my decision in this matter.” A long pause, crueler than the rest. “And I am not in the habit of fucking Illyrian leftovers.”

Now that we have Mor’s side of the story, we’re going to look at what Eris has said about that fateful day during a discussion with the IC in ACOWAR:

Mor snarled, rattling the glasses. “You never gave any evidence to the contrary. Certainly not when you left me in those woods.”

“There were forces at work that you have never considered,” Eris said coldly. “And I am not going to waste my breath explaining them to you. Believe what you want about me.”

. . . .

A frown at Mor as he drained his wine and set down the goblet. “I’m surprised you still can’t control yourself around him. You had every emotion written right on that pretty face of yours.”

“Watch it,” Azriel warned.

Eris looked between them, smiling faintly. Secretly. As if he knew something that Azriel didn’t. “I wouldn’t have touched you,” he said to Mor, who blanched again. “But when you fucked that other bastard—” A snarl ripped from Rhys’s throat at that. And my own. “I knew why you did it.” Again that secret smile that had Mor shrinking. Shrinking. “So I gave you your freedom, ending the betrothal in no uncertain terms.”

“And what happened next,” Azriel growled.

A shadow crossed Eris’s face. “There are few things I regret. That is one of them. But … perhaps one day, now that we are allies, I shall tell you why. What it cost me.”

A main takeaway from this is that there seems to be much more to story of what happened between Eris and Mor.

Does that mean him leaving her in the woods is excusable? No. Absolutely not. He didn’t try to take the nail out of her (which would’ve been the bare minimum), he didn’t alert Rhys that she was there, he didn’t do anything to help her. He started to make the situation even more traumatic by saying vile things to her. Whatever reason he gives for not helping her will be just that: a reason. But not an excuse. Those are two very different things.

Eris say’s that leaving her there is one of the few things he regrets. There’s something in that. I’m not saying under any circumstance that he should be forgiven because he feels guilty, thats stupid as hell, but it is showing that he’s not some apathetic, other-worldy evil person. There’s some semblance of a conscious in him. 

He also say’s that one day he’ll tell them why he did it and what it cost him. By what it cost him, I’m guessing he’s talking about the cost of ending his betrothal to Mor, because I can’t think of what he lost by leaving her there. 

I don’t think there’s been any mention of someone getting revenge on Eris because A.) Rhys told Feyre that, “Azriel found her a day later. It was all I could do to keep him from going to either court and slaughtering them all.” and B) her family was obviously going to do nothing cause they’re the ones who hurt her.

I’m not going to try and theorize what cost Eris had to pay. It obviously is something (or someone) important to him.

But to me, one of the biggest things we got from this discussion is that it seems Eris knows Mor is gay. That secret smile of his that had Mor shrinking, the way he says he knows why she slept with Cassian, and that he gave Mor her freedom by ending the betrothal without giving a reason . . . he knows.

He knew she was gay, so he ended their engagement, no questions asked. And then Mor was dumped in his woods, and he did nothing to help. 

Morally grey, indeed.

(P.S. To the person that posted something along the lines of, “I can’t wait to see Mor’s face when she see’s Eris dancing with Nesta,” . . . get help)

Another excerpt I wanna look at also happens during the recent discussion we’ve just seen, but it has to do with Feyre and Lucien.

“You hunted me down like an animal,” I cut in. “I think we’ll choose to believe the worst.”

Eris’s pale face flushed. “I was given an order. And sent to do it with two of my … brothers.”

That little hesitation before he says ‘brothers’. . . sus. That’s all imma say. (maybe there’s more than one illegitimate son in that family . . .)

“And what of the brother you hunted down alongside me? The one whose lover you helped to execute before his eyes?”

Eris laid a hand flat on the table. “You know nothing about what happened that day. Nothing.”

Silence.

“Indulge me,” was all I said.

Eris stared me down. I stared right back.

“How do you think he made it to the Spring border,” he said quietly. “I wasn’t there— when they did it. Ask him. I refused. It was the first and only time I have denied my father anything. He punished me. And by the time I got free … They were going to kill him, too. I made sure they didn’t. Made sure Tamlin got word—anonymously—to get the hell over to his own border.”

Where two of Eris’s brothers had been killed. By Lucien and Tamlin.

Eris picked at a stray thread on his jacket. “Not all of us were so lucky in our friends and family as you, Rhysand.”

We see another semblance of conscious here when Eris refuses to take part in the slaughtering of Jesminda. To even be in the same room as it. He then made sure that Lucien wasn’t going to die by making sure Tamlin was at his border. 

I’m not putting these quotes here to say, “Look, he cares about stuff , so let’s excuse everything he’s done.” No. There is no excusing any of his actions. Just like we can’t excuse Rhysand’s behavior in the first two books, or Cassian’s, or Nesta’s, or even Feyre’s, etc. But what we can do is see the reasons for their actions, and try and understand why they acted the way they did. They have their reasons, and Eris has his. (P.S. I’m not trying to compare what they’ve done, I’m just noting that they all had reasons to do what they’ve done, and they all deserve to be heard out.)

Comparison To Rhys

As I said earlier, Eris has drawn a lot of comparisons to Rhys. I agree with most of them.

This fandom has catalogued all of Rhys’s questionable actions like . . .

*TRIGGER WARNING: words like sexually assaulted*

Rhys sexually assaulting Feyre three times in the first book by drugging her, and then compelling her to give him lap dances in front of the folks Under The Mountain. He then displayed Feyre again in a sexual manner in the second book in front of The Court of Nightmares as, and I quote, “The High Lords Whore.” 

In both situations he could’ve done things so much differently. In the first book, he could’ve just, oh I don’t know, kept her in her cell? Or maybe brought her upstairs as a normal person?

And in the second one she literally could have been ANYTHING else. Everyone thinks she’s his prisoner, so why didn’t they go with that? Why couldn’t he have just dressed her in some raggedy-ass clothing, messed up her hair, and then tell her to act super stoic or frightened? Really Rhys, she just had to be your whore? (I know it was consensual but that doesn’t make her persona okay. He could’ve picked literally anything else)

Did he have his reasons for doing this? Yes. Does his reasons excuse what he did? No. You don’t have to make everyone else around you act a part just because you do.

So while we may not excuse Rhys’s actions, we can understand his reasons even if we don’t agree with them. Same with Eris. We know Eris has his reasons, and I doubt we’ll all agree with them, but he still has them.

Let’s also not forget that Rhysand made a deal with Eris and Keir that he would support Eris’s claim to the Autumn Court throne when Eris decides to kill his father for it. He also allowed Keir and his court to come into Velaris, and even though they’ll be turned away by every vendor, he still allowed them in. While he had his reasons for doing this (the Darkling army for ACOWAR) he still did it. It still hurt Mor.

Redemption Arc 

My biggest hesitation in thinking Eris will get a redemption arc is wondering where it would fit in the books for him to have one. We don’t know how if his waltz with Nesta is just a one-time thing or if it’s a result of a friendship between the two. The second book is supposed to be centered around Elain, Azriel, and Lucien, so that could also be a spot where he get’s an arc, maybe through a relationship with Lucian or Azriel. 

Either way, I’m not gonna bring down the hammer and say that he shouldn’t get a redemption arc. Tbh, the term ‘redemption arc’ kinda annoys me because it shouldn’t be about redeeming what was done in the past, but more about learning from past mistakes and taking the initiative to grow into a better person. That’s what I want for Eris. He’s not going to magically be revealed to be this super sweet fun-loving guy like Rhys. I don’t want him to be revealed like that either. 

I just want to see more of his character, see why he is the way he is, and, like i’ve said a million times in this post, know his reasons for acting the way he does. 

One last thing before I go. I’m not interested in seeing any relationship blossom between Eris and the IC, or Nesta, and I think it’s unlikely anyways. There’s a possibility for them to have an understanding, sure, but no friendship. I know there are some people who automatically adore Eris because they hate Mor and that’s just stupid. Mor isn’t my fav either, but I won’t cheer Eris on just because he hurt her. 

That’s all I’ve got. If you’ve made it this far, I appreciate you. Really.

#ACOSF #a court of silver flames #eris #eris vanserra #erisvanserra #lucien #lucien vanserra #lucienvanserra #nesta #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #rhysand #feysand #feyre #sjm #sarah j maas #acotar #acowar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #acofas #feyre archeron

[recentlyrhysandly]

Eris Vanserra ...I feel like the fandom is really low with Eris fanart... he deserves more attention 😄 So, just a quick sketch of him...

#acotar #acomaf #acofas #acowar #eris #rhycien #feysand #erisvanserra #highlord #nightcourt #sjmaas #sarahjmaas #art #painting #drawing #fantasy #kunst #traditionalart #sjm #autumncourt #copic #artist #illustration #feyrearcheron #cassian #nesta #acosf #fae #nessian #fairy

[eris-vanserra]

Redemption arc bitches!

#acotar #acosf #erisvanserra #no one else is more excited than me

[lectophile]

WAIT. TO EVERYONE THAT HAS THEORIES OF THE AELIN/DEANNA/TOG THEME CROSS OVER FOR ACSF:

Doesn’t Nesta’s and Eris’s dance remind just a little of Aelin and Rowan’s dance at the end of KOA?

Everyone marveling at how graceful the pair was. Everyone watching Aelin, assassin turned god turned assassin turned queen. 

I’m not shipping these two and I don’t think there’s anything between them, just a lil’ something I noticed.

#nesta #nesta archeron #nestaarcheron #eris #Eris vanserra #Erisvanserra #pro nesta #nesta stan #nesta deserves better #nestaxcassian #nesta x cassian #cassianxnesta #Cassian x nesta #cassian #prince of bastards #princess of decay #a court of silver flames #acsf #Sarah j maas #sjm #aelin ashryver galanthynius #aelin whitethorn

[shadowsingerr]

GUYS WHAT IF ERIS KNEW MOR PREFERS GIRLS?

Okay so I’ve been rereadin Acowar and idk if I’m just over-interpreting but just have a look and lemme explain

So, Eris smiles as if he knew smth Azriel didn’t

'I know why you did it.'

He had Mor shrinking bc he knew something about her and what is the one secret she couldn’t/wouldn’t tell anybody?

So maybe he knew. But these are just random thoughts I had while rereading. As I just said, could be that I am just over-interpreting ahaha

But I would loveee to hear your opinions on this bc honestly this makes me rethink so much and I gotta talk hahahahah

(Btw Azriel growling has me weak ok)

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acourtofthornsandroses #acourtofmistandfury #acourtofwingsandruin #acourtoffrostandstarlight #sarahjmaas #sarah j. maas #eris #erisvanserra #lucien #morrigan #mor #innercircle #velaris #azriel #shadowsinger #rhysand #feyre #feyre archeron #feyre x rhysand #cassian #nesta archeron #Eris x mor #vanserra #autumncourt #courtofnightmares #courtofdreams

[ihatemylifefrom]

Eris vanserra I believe Eris is like Rhys. Not bad, but deep.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #erisvanserra #my art

[timetopractice]

Some Wikipedia research

Sarah J. Maas Inspiration

Helion is based on Helios - Sun titan.

He had 7 sons with his lover Rhode - their firstborn son married nymph and they had daughter ( sounds like a Gwyn story)

often depicted in art with a radiant crown and driving a horse-drawn chariot through the sky (there is also a story about his son driving this chariot and dying.) Hopefuly this won't happend.

He had many lovers

#helionspellclever #helion #ladyoftheautumnncourt #lucienvanserra #erisvanserra #beron #daycourt #acosf #acotar

[gardenfaerie222]

A Court of Glass and Steel

A dance of intrigue, lies, and Hesteya barely keeping her head as she tries to seduce the High Lord of Autumn Court, so that she can fulfill her bargain with his eldest son and murder the High Lord

Eris Vanserra x OC

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5...

Hi! So it's been a while since I posted on here haha. I'm starting a new fic after not writing for a bit and I hope y'all find it enjoyable, I'm really enjoying writing it. So far I have five chapters written/in the process of being written but I plan to have more. Updates hopefully every monday!

Read on AO3 here :)

Read on Wattpad here :)

find my tiktok account here :) small spoilers for this story in some of the posts

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #erisvanserra #beronvanserra #prythian #fanfiction #fanfic #springcourt #autumncourt #autumn #spring #eris vanserra #beron vanserra #high lord beron #eris vanserra x oc

[deanie-dhampir]

“𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙤𝙤?” // Lucien Vanserra 🍂 Who is your favourite side character?? Another closet cosplay here but this time it’s Lucien from A Court of Thorns and Roses by @therealsjmaas! I actually liked Lucien from the get go and shipped him with Feyre over good old Tampon. How do you feel about him? And are you Team Elucian or Team Elriel? #lucien #lucienvanserra #lucienoftheautumncourt #luciencosplay #lucienvanserracosplay #sarahjmaas #sarahjmaascosplay #acourtofthornsandroses #acotar #acomaf #acotarcosplay #bookish #bookishcosplay #bookcharacter #bookcosplay #autumncourt #autumncourt #erisvanserra #azriel #elainearcheron #elucian #elriel #genderbend #genderbendcosplay #sfxmakeup #sfxmakeup #bloomsburypublishing https://www.instagram.com/p/B-lAK0VAq-u/?igshid=95jl2h06kyom

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[wisteriabookss]

Everything Sarah said about ACOSF in her Instagram Live

- Sarah showed the book, its got a glossy finish and is super big *photos to come, I took screenshots, they’ll be at the end of this post*

- The book is 757 pages long

- The Barnes & Noble, Waterstone, and Indigo edition of ACOSF will have Rhys and Feyre’s extra excerpt, and the Books-A-Million edition will have Azriel’s extra excerpt. 

- Sarah says that she can confirm and deny that Eris is in the book. He is her favorite Autumn court character. She says she “loves bad characters who act bad but have a secret history and secret motivations.” She likes writing about people who are mean to the IC and the other main characters, and doesn’t see them as saviors. Eris “chops” them down.

- Expect a good amount of Azriel content. It’s hard to talk about him without spoiling. He’s in the book more than Eris. Him and Cassian have a close bond, and Azriel has a lot of his own shit going on that we’ll get some hints off. There’s a song by the Killer’s that reminds them of him.

- The relationship between Nesta and Azriel is not a massive arc, but over the course of the book they recognize a lot of the same things within each other. Nesta see’s through Azriel’s secrets. Azriel treats her like a normal person, which she doesn’t get a lot. They have mutual respect and understanding for each other, but it’s not a deep friendship like Cassian and Feyre. They both tease Cassian. 

- Bread-crumb hints will be scattered in Azriel’s extra excerpt. 

- ACOSF is steamier than Crescent City 2, “in terms of bodily fluids.” (CC2 is still being edited though)

- We will find out what was in the box Cassian throws into the river. It is something he spent a lot of time thinking about, and tracking down, and a gift he knows she would have loved. It was something very precious. It’s not a siphon.

- Sarah said “maybe,” to a question about whether or not we get to see Feyre pregnant in ACOSF. 

- The King of Hybern was inspired by Sarah’s disgust and horror at the rise of Trump. 

- We will see some High Lords in ACOSF. Helion will make an appearance. Sarah loves him. 

- We will see what Lucien is up to. He makes a couple of appearances. 

- We will be proud of Nesta’s growth. Her journey meant a lot to Sarah, more than any other character she’s written. She starts off the book in a dark, broken, jagged place. She is hurting and hurting other people. She’s a hot mess, and beyond imploded by that point. Her journey from that place to the person that she becomes by the end is massive. Sarah didn’t sugarcoat things. Things are told the way they happened.

- Nesta earns her ending. She had to fight every step of the way. She get’s her happily-ever after, even though she will occasionally suffer greatly. 

- So much of Nesta’s journey is tangled up in the past. We will revisit those past events from Nesta’s perspective. We’re going to see her emotions and how she felt in those past moments. Past events will be explained. SJM will not make her a “nice-sweet” person, she wants her to be hard-edged. She is not going to sweep her mistakes under the carpet. Nesta knows everything she’s done wrong, she’s not oblivious to it. 

- Sarah will confirm and deny that Rhys has a last name. 

- There’s a birthday book that Sarah got that has a quote in it that is Nesta’s motto, as well as Sarah’s. 

Link to the birthday book: https://birthdate.co/products/the-birthdate-book?variant=32794474807399¤cy=USD&utm_medium=product_sync&utm_source=google&utm_content=sag_organic&utm_campaign=sag_organic&gclid=CjwKCAiAl4WABhAJEiwATUnEF6sedl8NL8USeR7JyHUXkVGFC6vqenbDDCaPNsZAM62242Bfj4C_9BoCyYAQAvD_BwE 

Pictures of the book (I sincerely apologize for how grainy they are):

#ACOSF #A Court Of Frost and Starlight #Sarah J Maas #SJM #Nessian #Nesta #Nesta Archeron #NestaArcheron #Cassian #Nesta x Cassian #Nesta Stan #Anti-nesta #Nesta-Stan #nestastan #antinesta #Azriel #Eris #eris vanserra #erisvanserra #feyre #feyre archeron #Lucien

[gardenfaerie222]

A Court of Glass and Steel: Prologue

Pairing: Eris x OC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A dance of intrigue, lies, and Hesteya barely keeping her head as she tries to seduce the High Lord of Autumn Court, so that she can fulfill her bargain with his eldest son and murder the High Lord.

Content Warning: cursing(?) maybe

A cool wind brushed against her mask covered check as she glided across the black and white checkered marble. A soft smiled curved her sensuous mouth as she took in the other masked fae around her. She glanced around the large ball room, before settling off to the edge of the floor full of dancing, masked, high fae.  Slippered feet twirled as large hands held waists and hands in tune with the music being played by the small orchestra. She eyed Diana across the towering golden room and inclined her heard in greeting, all she got back from thee madame was a narrowing of her intense emerald-colored eyes as the madame noticed the lack of a male presence at her side. Diana was beautiful in her own right, even with the peacock themed mask covering her face, the opaque jewel tone of her gaze one of the first things people noticed about her, before falling to her full lips, slim waist, and milk white skin. That beauty couldn’t be dimmed by all the beautiful courtesans the madame surrounded herself with. Diana’s whole body dripped in wealth, from the headpiece settled into her midnight hair, from the silk slippers adorning her feet under layers of full, shining skirts. That wealth gained on the backs of the women around her. The women around her on their backs, that’s what afforded the madame so much wealth.

She glanced down at her own gown, a tulle pink adorned with snow white and pale blue flowers embroidered along the bodice and skirt. She knew her beauty greatly out shown the madame’s own, which lead to the soft smile she still wore becoming lupine in nature as she met the madame’s eye, before glancing back out onto the floor. She needed a target for the night, someone to warm the bed of, to earn her keep. She found him quickly, a lord of the land without his wife for the night. She lets her face soften, smoothing her skirts before moving her slippered feet gracefully across the marble floor, making her way to the fae male hundreds of years her senior.

“Lord Lysander,” she dipped into a deep curtsey, keeping her eyes on shining silk upon her feet, before glancing up demurely through her lashes, “it’s such a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Quickly excusing himself from the men speaking to him, he turned his full body to her, taking in her dipped head, her full breasts and blue eyes glancing up from her dark kohl coated lashes, “No, Lady,” He smiled, nothing kind lighting his eyes, “The pleasure is mine.”

“Oh, you’re too kind,” She simpered, offering a pristine, lightly tanned hand, soft from lack of any work. She rose to her full height as he took it, raising her head, her unbound hair falling behind her shoulders.

“I’m afraid we have not been introduced,” He spoke, and she laughed, keeping it light and airy.

“I’m so terribly sorry, Hesteya, lord, Hesteya Chartreuse,” she introduced herself, voice soft and lilting.

“Ah,” his eyes shifted to her face, surprise coloring it as he squeezed her hand, “I knew your father, so terribly sorry for what happened to him.”

Hesteya blinked, the only surprise she would show even as she tugged at a lock of the long hair falling past her naval before quickly correcting herself and dropping it, “Thank you for your condolences, but it was a very long time ago.”

Lord Lysander nodded, his eyes once again falling to her breast as he spoke, “Yes, so young when he passed, but you’re not such a young girl anymore, are you Hesteya?”

“No lord,” she agreed, letting her smile creep fuller. She traced her free hand along to curve of her breast, running against the blue flowers that so perfectly matched her eyes. A conscious choice on her part.

“Who escorts you here tonight?” He questioned, glancing around for perhaps a male standing close, to keep untoward males away from her delicate skirts.

“Madame Diane, lord,” she dipped her eyes coyly, fighting against the rising smirk as his grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly.

“Is that so?” He mused aloud, seeking the madame out from the crowd, before offering the woman a slight incline of his head.

Hesteya let the lupine smile return to her lips for only a moment, before returning to the demure smile she held only moments before. She kept that smile in place as the lord tugged her hand, pulling her further into the manor home and away from the party. She kept the smile in place as she removed her beautiful tulle gown, the man roughly tugging at the laces to her corset before tossing her onto the feathered mattress. She kept the smile on her lips though it all until he passed over the bag of golden coins as she redressed herself, quickly excusing herself from the room, even as he offered her a passing, “What would your father think of his daughter now?”

She rolled her eyes at the comment, making sure he couldn’t see her face as she quickly left the room, seeing her madame standing just outside the door, “Diana,” she inclined her head, dropping what gold she owed the women into her hands quickly.

“A new client of yours?” The madame questioned her quietly, counting what she held, vaguely reminding Hesteya of a magpie, coveting her shiny things.

“He will be,” Hesteya responded, counting her own gold as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, finger combing the pieces still knotted on the other side.

She quickly excused herself, flagging a carriage as she exited the manor, making her way to her own home on the edge of the nearby village. It was small, but well-kept, with a simple flower garden she hired someone to take care of for her. Only a few rooms, one with a sofa and small table and two chairs as well as a space that acted as a kitchen. Another room that posed as her bedroom and dressing chamber, with soft silken sheets and feathered pillows, mirrors aplenty and most of her clothes. The last one could possibly be a guest bedroom, but she chose to store her overflowing dressed in it, as well as shelves upon shelves of books, acting as both library and closet. She entered quickly, stripping of her gown and tossing it to the floor before bathing, sneering at the mask plastered to her face. It did little to dim her beauty, but she still despised the nuisance it possessed. The expensive face creams she owned sat at her vanity, practically untouched, and removing the products from her face was an inconvenience it never would have been without the damn thing. She put the coins she earned with the rest, a small fortune but still not enough to buy herself free from Diana. Freedom from her madame night not even be relevant, with the 49 years closing in, she mused. Regardless, she still works, until Amarantha comes to drag them all under the mountain by their hair. Diana will accept nothing else.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #erisvanserra #beronvanserra #prythian #fanfiction #fanfic #springcourt #autumncourt #eris vanserra #beron vanserra #high lord beron #eris vanserra x oc