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Azriel and Eris doctor and emt AU

xD thought you might need this @irithiadourden

A man with a red umbrella Will appear on rainy days And trap you in illusions which cannot be escaped. If you tell him your name, he'll take your soul.

Eris Vanserra as Mr Scarletella🩸(ACOTAR x Homicipher AU)

Also I gave him a wolf cut teehee

Eris: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its "intelligent" and "really cool."

Eris: But when I do it, I'm "petty" and "need to let it go"

For @greenvelvetcouture who set me off with this lovely image.

Also, @vermilionskiinmorning got inspired the same and it's so awesome! Loved seeing how we both approached things! Watching two completely different images emerge from the same place is like magic :)

Watercolour and pen, but you can tell that watercolour scares me and makes my fingers stiff and anxious; try as I might to be free with it like I usually am with charcoal or pastel, I'm so aware that any slip is potentially unforgivable. Boo, loosen up Tess. Also I feel like I might just need to do a lot more layering? I dunno, if anyone's good with watercolours tell me the secrets.

Anyway, a few shots here to show process (because I love seeing other people's) and how the gold behaves. Also, I totally wanted to put him in some mad colours, I bet the boy wears so much pink.

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Eris Vanserra

Inspired by @greenvelvetcouture's post

Remain

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: Haven’t we all wanted someone to just.. yanno.. sleep with It inside? Eris relates. Az and his large wingspan provide.

A/N: hi loveys, below the divider is 750 words and they are all horny (okay some of them are just bratty and it’s all Eris’s fault 😇)

Biceps strained as Azriel caged Eris’s head with his forearms, his fists dipping the mattress as he rammed his cock forward, hips pistoning powerfully. The angle tormented Eris’s prostate relentlessly. Eris’s unnaturally hot, clenching channel was milking Az for all he was worth, each stroke more pleasurable than the last.

Only a few more thrusts and they’d be wrecked. Four rounds would overwhelm the functions of even the most ethereal fae. He was currently having Eris in a somewhat lazy position, laying his damp ginger hair against silk pillowcase and doing all the work after his beloved had nearly done ballet on his dick for at least two of those undoings.

“Haa- fuck, Eris, coming,” he bit out against Eris’s glistening temple.

“Yes, yesss, come for me Az, give me, harder, more, so good,” Eris goaded Az’s orgasm as if his ass wasn’t heavenly enough to elicit it on its own. A bit overkill really. But eris had always been extraordinarily sensual.

“With me, come with me Eris- fuck, please,” he groaned, trying to prevent post-nut guilt of coming first– or fifth?

“Well, how can I say no? You sound so pretty begging, baby,” Eris praised far too coherently for the position he was in.

Azriel buried himself deep inside Eris’s fluttering hole, his balls slapping almost painfully against Eris’s. An anatomical inconvenience. Worth it.

He spilled, letting go and releasing with Eris’s name on his lips. Eris came with him, painting Azriel’s lower abs in sweltering cum, rarely following an order.

“Fuck- that was…” Az lost his vocabularic reach and began pulling back. The heavenly sight of watching his come drip from Eris’s ruined rim was robbed from him as Eris’s hands pulled on Az’s lower back, grounding him further inside.

“Don’t– don’t leave, not yet, please?” Eris asked, a bit shy.

He stopped his retreating hips, brows raising. “Why would I leave? I’m tired.”

“No you dunce, don’t pull out, I want you to stay inside,” Eris dumbed it down a bit.

Look, it wasn’t Az’s fault his brain was no more than a marsh.

Azriel felt his jaw go slack, huffed through his nose. They’d been doing the debaucherous tango for centuries, why the fuck was this the first time Eris had asked?

“What?” Eris complained, forcing an uncomfortable awareness of how long Azriel had been looking at him like he was crazy for not asking previously. How long had he wanted this?

“What happened to me feeling perfect? You were screaming that earlier–” Ah fuck, he should really say something already, but how could one phrase I want immortal lifetimes marinating inside you without sounding like a freak?

“Of fucking course.” He settled his weight down, melting contently and calling upon the shadows to soften his landing and provide a small cushion, even as he taunted, “But when you wake up to me fucking you, I want a thank you, no whining about being crushed all night.”

Shadows snickered at his posturing as they helped heft him slightly up, still sleek and thin enough for Azriel to feel Eris’s heart thump in time with his, their chests giving and taking space as they breathed each other’s air. Dizzyingly close, or maybe it was the sharing breath thing–

POV switch teehee

Eris woke to soft grunts and shallow thrusts, pleased that Az had stayed and also because he was being fucked. This was hardly the time for thoughts.

“I know you’re awake, can see you smiling,” the spy astutely observed. Eris beamed brighter as he opened his eyes to a pretty, haughtily grinning Shadowsinger.

“You caught me, spare me the handcuffs please, m’still rather tired.”

“I’ll have to save that for later then, but I was very much looking forward to a thank you after all those pleases last night.”

“You can have your thank you when you make me come again,” Eris reasoned, closing his eyes and giving in to the smile betraying his brattiness. It was quite difficult to seem nonchalant when he could practically hear Az’s eyes rolling. His hips rescinded before slamming back in, and Eris gasped, hands clinging around Az’s neck, bracing for more.

“Conditional politeness, how very you of you,” Az husked, setting a pace competing with a sexually frustrated sprinter.

“Hnmn, fuck fuck fuck, hng, earn it.”

And he did, fucking Eris into the headboard until they were both moaning hoarsely and Eris may or may not have screamed THANK YOU like a banshee.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed !! Thank you @the-darkestminds, I am so so grateful for you, love u mami 😘 and thank you @astro-h0e-4azris for sucking off me ego 😏

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💗

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Seat one

I get leg room and all the secrets from the Suriel

And dog on my right

And dog next to the Suriel

DOG

(I love this prompt so much)

ACOTAR Airplane Seat Game Round 4 of 4

Unsurprisingly many of you wanted to squeeze between Cassian and Azriel. That's fine, because we're currently sitting on Eris's lap. 😈

This brings us to our final plane flight. You're tired. We're tired. The dogs are also tired. Good luck. 🤞

If you've enjoyed this, please be sure to join us for Eris week this September 14th - 20th. We also have some fun surprises coming up, so keep an eye on the blog. 👀

yes this is a joke, but it's relevant because eris would buy seats for all of his dogs.

So, I just forgot that I can’t draw, so I threw this shit down. If someone knows how to color it would be nice, otherwise we all cry like this ship.

Hello, a little request here!! ❤️‍🔥

Azriel gets jealous when Eris courts a female his father has ordered him to win her favor. The sole view of her hooked to his arm makes Azriel see red, and unable to bear it any longer he's dragged to the Autumn heir's chambers where he waits for his return to make a clear statement of possession and raw desire. *winks, winks*

helloooo lovely anon!! thank you for the request!! i love it and it made me realise i've never actually written jealous!azriel so must remedy that immediately. Hope you enjoy!

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It’s the colour of her dress that Azriel loathes the most. 

A deep emerald green, layers of silk and lace that fall on the floor like spilled ink. They trail after her every delicate step, the click of her heels against the marble grating on Azriel’s nerves like clashing blades. 

She has no name—but she smiles and holds her head high and her eyes are green, two shades lighter than her dress, and cunning. The words she says are few, but the looks that dawn on the other guests’ faces as she speaks tells Azriel enough—that she is as cruel and mean as the male whose arm she hangs off, that she is smart, that she is familiar with the game she has come to play, here, tonight.

Her wings rest folded against her back, the open back of her dress framing them perfectly. Green, like her eyes, like her dress; beautiful gossamer webbing sparkling against her deep skin. 

Eris’ hand brushes against the small of her back. 

Azriel looks away. 

The ceremony is dreadful; he does not want to be here. But Rhysand dragged him here with a single, menancing look, and Azriel hates his brother, just a bit, just enough for his skin to pull tight over his hands when he curls his fingers into fists. 

At least the stone wall against his back is cool. They are in Dawn, and the night, as it descends slowly over Thesan’s court, is pungent and bright. 

The air smells faintly of oranges, blown into the open-roof ballroom by a gentle breeze. All manner of Fae mingle together, talking in low tones or bursting into laughter or dancing, fine dresses fluttering around ankles and females dipping low towards the floor. 

Azriel tries not to stare at her—but the light refracting off her wings catches his attention more times than he would like. When his gaze falls on her, his stomach clenches, a feeling like spiders crawling up his throat causing his wings to twitch against the stone. 

He should be working—he should be paying attention to countless of other things but her: this Fae that glides across the room with an ease even Rhysand would be envious of. 

Eyes other than Azriel’s track her movements avidly; whispers follow her as she makes her rounds across the room, leading Eris more than Eris leading her. She takes a sip of the peach-coloured wine in her glass and Azriel shadow’s show him how Eris’ eyes fall to her mouth, how they linger, for a moment, on the wet curve of her bottom lip, painted a burgundy shade. 

A burning ache alights in Azriel’s stomach. Eris’ hand on her back pulls her a little closer. The golden embroidery of his tunic shines against her green dress. 

Azriel wraps himself in shadows and disappears, just as Eris looks away from her and towards him.

He reappears high in the sky, the deep purple of the nights echoing green against his closed lids. He flies all the way from Dawn to Autumn, his shadows coiling around his limbs, demanding he return. 

But Azriel can’t, because the ache in his stomach has grown into a fury that stretches and wraps around his very bones. His pulse thrums in his ears, louder even than the wind as he flies over red and golden trees. 

He dives with desperation clustering his sternum and when he lands in front of Eris’ garden doors, the earth shuddering beneath him, Eris is already there. 

Eris’ eyes are bright, his long hair dancing with the wind brought forth by Azriel’s landing. 

“Azri—”

Eris’ words are cut short by Azriel’s mouth pressing to his, by his hand cupping Eris’ neck and bringing him closer, until thier bodies are flush. 

Azriel kisses his anger and hunger into Eris’ mouth—pushes him backwards until the curtains of Eris’ bedroom part and make way for them. 

Eris grunts into his mouth and kisses him back with the same desperation, his hands cupping Azriel’s face, fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Who was she?”

Azriel presses the question against the hinge of Eris’ jaw as he pushes him down onto the bed. 

“No one,” Eris says, then groans when Azriel’s blunt teeth bite just above his collar, where Eris’ pulse is alive and thrumming and Azriel’s. 

Azriel wraps one hand around Eris’ waist and pulls him closer to him, until their hips are pressed together and Eris’ breath hitches. 

Eris captures Azriel’s mouth in another searing kiss. Azriel wishes, fervently, that the Mother would let him rest, let him live in this moment forever. Let him keep Eris for himself, tucked away somewhere no one will ever find them.

“You’re mine,” he says into Eris’ mouth. “Even if they don’t know it, you’re mine.”

Eris’ fingers tug at Azriel’s hair. He pulls Azriel’s mouth away from his to leave a burning kiss against the side of Azriel’s neck. “Always.”

captive prince au azris where azriel has to pretend not to be a shadowsinger so eris does not find out Who He Is and What He Has Done but his shadows just follow him everywhere like lost lil pups and eris is like fuck alive man how am i supposed to pretend i don’t know who you are be so fucking fr rn

Fuck. I love them.

AND I made them old.

Another present to me. Now I can't stop thinking about their life together as they age and get to ENJOY it

New Beginnings

Summary - Having two mates was never easy, especially when you all had different homes.

Warnings - Readers boyfriends definitely are not boyfriends, references to smut, swearing, drinking

A/N - you all thought I wouldn't try to get my poop in a group for my beloved @polysjmweek? Wrong. I had drafts. I'm forcing myself to post them. @acourtofladydeath, forgive my lateness. And my dropping of many things late. Closed Vs are something we had talked a lot about, and I wanted to make sure to feature one this year! A closed v is a challenging dynamic that requires 3 very secure people, and it felt so right to start my late posting with this. 

This fic was written for day 1 - who's court is it anyways?

✨️Poly Week 2025 Masterlist *link coming soon

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“Mother, save me,” you murmured as Azriel and Eris started arguing again. Life would have been easier if Azriel and Eris were also mates, but the Cauldron decided this was much more entertaining. You sighed and got between them. They’d been arguing for several hours about which court you three would be settling into as a permanent home. Eris wanted to stay in Autumn, and rightfully so, with his chances of being High Lord so high. Azriel believed the Night Court was the best option and that he owed Rhysand his life, possibly even his first born with how loyal he was.

Your home had been immediately denied. “Why would we move to the coldest place in Prythian,” Eris had asked. Azriel immediately had agreed, stating his wings would freeze in the bitter winds of the Winter Court. 

“Rhysand needs me,” Azriel growled at Eris. “My court needs me!”

“So does mine,” Eris shot back. “I will be High Lord some day, and I have to be in Autumn to heal Autumn!” 

You sighed softly, hands on two strong chests as they glared. “Does anyone care what I think?” Both males seemed to relax at the sound of your voice. “Because I think this is ridiculous, and maybe we all aren’t actually ready to move into one home.” The silence that met that statement was deafening. You had spent the last 7 years having to bounce between Autumn and Night. a  week with Ers. A week with Azriel. A week at home, the Mountain House, a quiet comfort. Dating two males, being mated to two males, especially two males who were not interested in each other, was not for the faint of heart. You took a deep breath, eyes closing as you did. “I think we have a great thing,” you continued. “Our relationship and the dynamic we have is special to me, but I worry it isn’t special to you two. I worry that us moving in together will not be with you not-” You paused. “With you two.. Unable to cooperate and get along.”

Eris and Azriel looked at you, eyes so different. Eris was inquisitive, Azriel was stunned. You had never shown any signs of thinking there were issues within the relationship the 3 of you shared, at least, not issues you had acknowledged to them. You were such a relaxed fae and would go where the wind took you. Eris sat down, knowing this was a serious conversation time, not a fun one. He pointed to the chair across from the couch he was on, his rings sparkling on his long finger as you moved and sat. Azriel sat by Eris, leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. “How long have you felt this way,” Eris was fighting to keep his voice soft. “And why are the two of us just finding out?”

Azriel then added, “And how can we fix it?”

They had similarities, and this process was one of them. They allowed the comfortable silence to fall over the room as you thought and then took a deep breath. “I think I first started feeling this way at our first Starfall all together. I felt pulled and like spending too much time with Azriel disrespected you,” you said to Eris. “But too much time with Eris, and I was hurting you,” you directed at Azriel. “I felt.. Spread so thin.”

Eris nodded in clear thought. He was thinking over everything you had told them first before nodding, wanting you to continue. “I have tried to bring it up to both of you one on one since us in one place rarely happens, but my time with Azriel is spent-”

“Do not finish that sentence,” the Illyrian blushed.

“And my time with Eris is spent acting like the perfect future Lady of Autumn,” you smiled and held in a laugh to Azriel’s sudden shyness.

Eris chuckled, a laugh deep and full like his whiskey, “A shame, really. Sounds like your time with Azriel is much more productive than your time with me. Does she curl her -"

Azriel blushed harder, the faint pinkish-red hiding under his tan skin. “Shut up, Eris. She still has to tell us how to fix it.” They both turned back to you, “Keep talking, salvation.”

It was your turn to blush, the precious nickname Azriel had given you always enough to make your heart flutter and the bond grow warm. “I just would like you two to be friends. For you two to learn to be civil enough that we could spend time as the three of us. I don’t need you two to ever want to have sex, but knowing I could leave you two alone for 2 or 3 hours to head to market without one of you being dead when I came back would be nice.” Both males nodded. 

Another deep breath relaxed the feeling of your heart beating in your chest.  The two of them were studying each other. “It starts with addressing the elephant in the room, Eris,” You said as gently as you could. 

He leaned forward more, taking a moment to center, and he began. He told Azriel everything about his relationship with Mor, the illyrian nodding as Eris explained his choices to Azriel and explained everything he had done was to protect Mor, you, and himself. Azriel then had to explain himself as well, admitting the Night Court had a plan for killing Eris as soon as Morrigan said yes, but they had told Morrigan it would not happen now that Azriel was tied to Eris in a roundabout way. It was several hours of your mates talking, voices low and unhurried. They’d never gotten along this well and for this long. 

The conversation switched at some point, the males going from discussing their issues to the things you had known for a while they shared in common. Dancing being the biggest one. From there it became showing their dagger collection. Discussions on the hounds. Hunting. You.

Beautiful, brilliant you. 

You were the first to retire for the evening, standing in the hall between the guest room and Eris’s. Whenever the 3 of you were together, you had to make a choice on who you slept with each night, bouncing between beds sometimes like it should have been a profession. Soft hands led you by your hips, pushing you into Eris’s room. The warm scent of baked apple and fire was like a pull, drawing you in more and more. Your own hands found the ones holding you, scarred flesh, greeting them. “I think his bed is large enough for all three of us,” a voice like deep night whispered to you. “Think we can make that work? We know how happy it would make you, and it is time for us to try.” If Eris had a scent that pulled like a magnet, Azriel’s was the lock shutting you in. The two mixed, that chilled air and cedar in weaving into fire, felt like the safest combination you had ever wrapped yourself into. 

“I think we’d all fit,” the softness of your voice had him smiling.

“Then lay down. We’ll come in once we finish our drinks.”

And that night, the three of you tucked into one bed together. It felt like something new was beginning. A new chapter. One you had been hoping to welcome for far too long now.

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A Song for Spring

Chapter 2/2: 7k words

Azriel X Eris

Read on Ao3

“You’re coming too, right?” Tears burned in the corners of his eyes, and he remembered what it felt like to be sad and scared.  “I don’t think I can.” So at peace, Eris only had smiles to give. Azriel should have wanted that for his mate; he had wanted it for his mate for so long, but right then, he hated it. “I’m sorry.” 

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@polysjmweek Day 1: Whose Court Is It Anyway?

I don’t partake in many poly ships, but you better believe I am HERE for Cassian x Nesta x Azriel x Eris. Talk about a power-cule

This is based on a scene from the exhilarating fic I Am Done With My Graceless Heart by the acotar poly ship QUEEN @greenvelvetcouture . With the way this series has gone, I feel like this prompt perfectly exemplifies the dynamic these four have got going on

So anyway not to be inexcusably horny on main but um. Do we talk about Eris enough? I fear we do not. Remember how, especially in ACOWAR & ACOSF, SJM makes it a point to remind us Beron is the oldest, longest reigning High Lord? The most cruel one? A threat people have been trying to eliminate for centuries, if not more? Arguably, apart from Rhysand, Beron is the most powerful High Lord in Prythian, and even Rhysand approaches the idea of killing him with caution.

ANYWAY. I was skimming through WAR--

HIS VOICE WAS LOW WITH WARNING jesus christ -- Eris "Sit The Fuck Down" Vanserra vs Beron "Yes Son I'm Sat" Vanserra has got to be one of my favorite scenes in this book. Suddenly I'm remembering Eris is a direct result of two of the canonically most powerful bloodlines in Autumn and I CANNOT be chill about it. We have so many hints in that book that Eris is holding back and waiting for the right moment to strike and I can't help but wonder -- just how much of his power have we seen yet? And then there's this:

I'm going to ignore Azriel's obvious "The only thing I want to be facing is Eris's mattress" agenda for a moment here and focus on another thing -- the entire NC already considers Eris a threat. They already think he's dangerous enough that it's better to have him as their brother's boyfriend an ally than an enemy. Because what happens when he inevitably succeeds in killing Beron and becomes a HL himself? What happens when he no longer has to hide just how powerful he is so that Beron doesn't suspect a thing?

I'm not saying anything that hasn't already been said in this fandom but I never promised to be anything but horny here. I just think Eris "leave it to those who know how to play the game," Eris, who Beron himself is secretly afraid of, needs a little more screen time so I can respond appropriately (bang my head against the wall)

Ok.

I get that most *sane* people would sit in seat 5 (if you like all your body parts)

But you cannot tell me that watching shit go DOWN with Mor and Eris wouldn't be the BEST entertainment

Like

Are they going to scream at each other? Burn down the plane/ crash it in some inexplicable way which is so unfathomable that I can't even think of it right now? Just stare silently at each other?

I NEED TO KNOW

(But there is no way in hell I'm sitting in seat 3, 7, or 8

I would be stabbed to death, made dumb from ballistic mind-control powers, and just killed- for each respective seat)

And I am NOT sitting near Beron

The only other seat is 6- which I admit, would be fun. But like, we gotta give Tamlin some leg room. As a tall being myself, I know how cramped it can be on long flights.

Wait no I think I forgor seat 5

Uuhhh quality bonding time for Azriel with his boyfriend's mother? I guess??? 😭

So, there's a 99% chance of me dying in seat 4, but like

In a slay way ^^

ACOTAR Airplane Seat Game Round 2 of 4

Unsurprisingly, most of you wanted to sit next to Eris and his dog. 🐶 We hear they were great flight companions. Check out the final results here.

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How to play: all you need to do is tell us where you'd sit on the flight by voting in the poll below. Bonus points if you tell us why in comments/reblogs/tags.

[Your reasonings are hilarious & we love you.]

I'm choosing seat six- I'm sorry, I get to sit next to a dog AND Eris? Like, we all know who'd be the better conversation partner, but having Eris to look at is a nice added bonus ;) Additionally, with Elain and Nesta behind me to listen to (I'm absolutely certain Elain is an honorary member of the "reads smutty books" club with Nesta, Gwyn, Elain and Eris) and the unnamed Vanserra bro in front to... I actually don't know about him, I'd probably just keep on hitting his chair with my feet until he told me all Eris' secrets. Sounds like a fun flight! 💅💖✨️

ACOTAR Airplane Seat Game Round 1 of 4

How to play: all you need to do is tell us where you'd sit on the flight by voting in the poll below. Bonus points if you tell us why in comments/reblogs/tags.

And...don't worry these get progressively worse 😈🔥

I tried sketching the version of Eris that's always in my head, but I don't think I'm a good enough artist yet to properly draw it :)

Oh well, at least I managed to draw this! I'm really happy with it ^^

I gave him half-elf ears because he always gives me elf vibes, and earrings because I think he'd start wearing those a lot more Beron dies- as an act of rebellion, and to show that he is different from his late father.

Anyway, I'm going to go read more Azris now- hope anybody who sees this is having a good day!! 💅✨️💛💖

Wait…

Are the Vanserras fire proof or fire resistant?

That whole argument over Mor’s drawing in the cabin is ridiculous! it’s obviously

Rhysand + Tamlin

Cassian + Helion

Azriel + Eris

As the three forms with wings and the three with long hair

🙄

Eris 🤝 Tamlin 🤝 Azriel 🤝 Cassian

“Like him” - Tyler the Creator

“She said that I make expressions like him

My legs to my shoulders to my chin like him

My waist and my posture like him”

So in ACOMAF it is kind of established that although Prythian hasn’t gone through an Industrial Revolution or anything, they still have mechanical items (like Lucien’s eye).

So now I’m wondering how long it’s going to take them to figure out that rising heat (flame) can make things float (hot air ballon).

Which puts the image of the Autumn court (Eris specifically) powering solo hot air balloons around the courts

I feel like we moved on too quickly after Helion said that Azriel strangling Eris (at the high lords meeting) was going to be his new fantasy….

Like..

Hold on…

Elaborate…

Please…

SJM better kill Beron soon, cause if she doesn’t, I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands