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theostrophywife · 1 year

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forbidden fruit.

masterlist (eris x reader) author's note: some angsty, steamy action for our sexy autumn high lord. request: Eris x reader fict where bond snaps into place but the reader is seeing one of his brother? I can imagine Eris being competitive and jealous of his brother. Once he woos the reader I can see him saying “Does my brother make you feel this good? Does he know your body like I do? Can he make it sing like me?” warning: smut.

It was wrong.

So wrong.

But as Eris drags you into one of the empty bedchambers of the Forest House, you couldn't bring yourself to care that you were betrothed to his younger brother. Especially not when his lips leave a trail of heat over your exposed skin.

The thought of your future groom was so far from your mind that he could’ve taken a dip in the Cauldron right in front of you and you wouldn’t have bat an eyelash.

The engagement between you and the second eldest Vanserra was one that would solidify an alliance between both the oldest and noblest houses of the Autumn Court, an arrangement that took months of careful consideration and political maneuvering between the High Lord and the Duke of Arbor, the patriarch of the richest family in these lands—your family, second only to the Vanserras.

If only the High Lord and the Duke could see you now. Desperate, needy, and hungry for Eris as his eager lips devours the hollow of your throat.

Downstairs, the revelry of the Court echoes through the pale stone walls of the Forest House as both of your families commemorate the negotiation of your dowry. As if you were a brood mare to be given away to the highest bidder.

You huff in indignation, tugging harshly at the fiery locks of the future High Lord. He smirks against your skin, nuzzling his freckled nose against the pulsating vein in your neck. He grazes his teeth over it, licking and teasing as his laughter skitters through you.

"Tell me what's awakened that famous temper of yours, little fox."

The tiny sliver of logic and sense made you take a step away from Eris, fidgeting with the front of your unlaced corset and wondering how you found yourself in this mess.

One second you were dancing with your betrothed, doing your best to plaster on a smile for the sake of the watchful eyes of the Court, and the next moment you found yourself locking eyes with Eris, his sharp gaze burning holes at his brother's back while his jaw twitched in vexation. He hadn't said a single word to you all night until you excused yourself for fresh air. That's when the eldest Vanserra cornered you in the dark corridor, kissing you with fervent passion and anguish as though it pained him to deprive himself of your taste.

You didn't even think twice before kissing him back and it was natural instinct that drove you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you upstairs, but now, as the veil of lust lifted, the gravity of the situation dawned on you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" you hiss, placing some well needed distance between you. Eris follows as you pace through the room, backing you against the wall. "Have you lost your mind? I am betrothed to your brother. We are to be wed in a fortnight."

His gaze darkens as his fingers crawl along your thighs, disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress as his lips find yours again. You can't help the soft, breathy whine that escapes your mouth as Eris kisses you, slow and sensual, as though he was committing your taste to memory. When his tongue prods for entrance, your legs snake around his trim waist, pulling him closer until your back is pressed up against the wall as he effortlessly holds you up.

"Does my brother make you feel this good?" His voice is low and rich with arousal, a seductive song in your ears. Eris unlaces your corset and the cold surface of his rings meets the warm skin of your breasts, making you shudder all over. Your sensitive peaks harden as he swirls his thumb against your nipples. "Does he know your body like I do? Can he make it sing like I can?”

Your eyes flutter close, losing yourself in the warmth and sensation of the male beneath you. It was enough to make you forget all about your groom, about the party downstairs, about the impossible expectations of your parents. You pant as Eris kisses you once more, setting you down on a wooden dresser. It's only when a glass decanter shatters on the concrete floor when you finally snap back to your senses.

"I am not some prize to be fought over by two brothers," you state fiercely. "So tell me Eris, what happens when the thrill of the chase wears off? When you finally have me, are you content to return me to my groom to serve as another reminder that you will always get what you want? The crown. The kingdom. The bride."

A simmering fire burns within the molten gaze of the Autumn lordling. Ever the sly fox, you've never seen Eris lose his composure before, but you knew the temper that lie beneath his aloof smiles and perfect etiquette. There was a fury in Eris that you recognized. You saw it every time you looked in the mirror.

Eris cages you in with his arms, bracing his shaking hands on either side of your head as his hot breath fans over your skin.

"Is that what you think this is about?" Eris asks with a snarl, barely containing the rage within. "Some petty game between brothers? Do you think I would endanger everything I've worked so hard for just for a simple fuck?"

You cross your arms and meet his fierceness with your own. Growing up in the court of foxes, you'd learned to be wary of everyone's intentions. The residents of the Forest House were always after something. Money. Power. Sex. Eris had all three in the palm of his hands. It didn't make much sense for him to chase after you.

Not when you'd spent your entire life loving him.

"Then what is it, Eris?" You question with a boldness that Eris had never once seen in any other member of this court. Most shied away from his gaze, some even went out of their way to avoid his presence, ducking through dark hallways while muttering excuses as he strolled through the corridors with the authority afforded to him as heir, well aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness that tainted the blood of the fox. But not you. Never you. You saw him. You had always seen him and he'd been an idiot to deny his feelings for you, even if it was for your own safety.

"We've known each other since we were babes. Why seduce me now if not for the purpose of taking yet another possession from your brother's clutches?"

The redhaired male snarls. "You are not my brother's to claim."

"I am his betrothed," you argue.

"I don't give a fuck what our families negotiated. You are mine just as I am yours."

You laugh mirthlessly. "All my life, males have tried to control me. To claim me. I know what it's like to want something you can't have, but trust me, the novelty of possessing what's forbidden will wear off as soon as you have your fill of me. Perhaps we should quit while we're ahead and return to the festivities with the rest of our families. With my groom."

"Do you want to marry him?"

The question stops you dead in your tracks. Throughout this whole engagement—no one, not a single living creature—has ever asked what you wanted. Everything was about duty. Family. Honor. There has never been room for desire, happiness, or love. In the ruthless lands of the place you called home, those things were little more than a fairytale. A luxury that a female of your station couldn’t afford.

"He is my betrothed,'' you repeat.

"Do you love him?" Eris asks softly.

"That is of no consequence. I will perform my duties as his bride and wife, just as your brother will stand by my side as my groom and husband."

Something unreadable flashes across his face. "Answer the question," he grits through perfectly straight teeth. "Do you love him?"

For the first time in centuries, you avert his gaze. Gently, Eris lifts your chin up towards him. When his eyes meet yours, you feel an unexplainable tug between you. Like an invisible thread of fire connecting your very souls.

Silver lines your eyes as you look up at Eris. "No, I don't."

Eris smiles softly. "I know, sweetheart. I can feel it."

The thread of fire snakes through the small space separating you, warming your chest as it coils around your heart. Through some unknown force, a mixture of emotions surges down that bond and you feel every bit of longing, yearning, and seeking that Eris felt. It was like you were seeing into his soul. Realization dawns on you like the break of day.

“What is this?”

Amber eyes bore into yours and the mask falls. Gone was the ruthless heir and in his place stood Eris. The real Eris.

“I think you know,” he states.

The silence stretches as he opens himself up to you. A bevy of emotions courses through that connection and that four letter word echoes in your mind.

"You're my mate."

Your voice is little more than a whisper, but you've never been more sure of anything in your immortal life. This male before you, he was the answer to the song singing in your veins. Eris is your mate.

"How long have you known?"

"I have always suspected. Since I was old enough to understand love, I think I realized that it was you. It's always been you. At first I thought I was going out of my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Dreaming of you. Finding any little reason to be around you. But even when my mother explained what love was supposed to feel like, it paled in comparison to what I felt for you."

Warmth spreads to your chest. "And you've been keeping it to yourself this whole time?"

Eris reaches for your hand, his expression nervous and uncertain. So unlike the well-crafted mask of the cruel, ruthless heir he was forced to don. "I wanted to keep you safe. If my father ever found out, it would place you in immediate danger. You are my true weakness. The one vulnerability that I did not wish to expose to those around us for fear of what they may do when they learn how precious you are to me."

"And now?"

Determination blazes in his eyes as he clutches your face between his hands. "And now, I would burn this entire Court to the ground should they attempt to take you away from me." He cups your cheek, shuddering a breath. "This engagement has forced me to reveal my hand. The plan was to amass enough power and influence to overthrow my father and I was wholly prepared to play the long game, but then he suggested your marriage to my brother. And I cannot stand by and let you go through with this farce without telling you the truth."

"What is the truth?" you ask softly. "That by some chance of fate, the Cauldron made us mates? Would you truly risk everything—your crown, your kingdom, your power because some higher force binds us together?"

Eris knew what you were truly asking. Had known you long enough to understand the meaning behind your words. Though you appeared cunning and callous to the rest of the realm, Eris saw the real you.

"The higher power that binds us is not the Cauldron," he states with absolute certainty. "It's love."

"I love you not because of some mystic force of magic, but because even in this court of corruption and greed, you refuse to let it choke your ability to become more. You dream of a better world, just as I do. You are kind, sweet, irreverent, and hot tempered to a fault, but fiercely loyal and a champion for those who cannot fight for themselves." He smiles at the surprise that lights your features. "Did you really think that I'd believe for one second that the Duke of Arbor suddenly had a change of heart and abolished indentured servitude of the farmers of Redwine out of his own accord? No, that was all you. As clever and capable as I've always known you to be."

"The point is, I see you. Just as you see me. You've never once believed the cold blooded act that I have had to play for the benefit of this Court."

You smile. "That's because I know who you truly are. You're still the kindhearted male that defended me from the horrid bullies of my childhood, the same Eris that leaves food on the doors of the less fortunate, the one that works behind the scenes to uphold the good of this Court. You are a good, decent male, Eris. Despite everything you've endured. And that is why I love you."

Eris releases a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Hearing you say it, uttering those three little words, lifted the weight of the realm off his shoulders.

You cradle his cheek in your hands as his eyes flutter close, tears streaming down his face. "I am honored to be your mate."

Eris is wholly still as you kiss his tears away, pecking at his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth. His fingers twine in your hair as he pulls you close, grazing his lips against yours ever so gently.

"You're not marrying my brother."

“No,” you answer definitively.

“I am your mate and you are mine.” Eris places your hand over his chest. “My heart is a bruised and tattered thing, shrouded in a crown of thorns, but it is yours. Yours and no one else’s.”

You smile, radiant and bright. “I am your mate and you are mine,” you repeat. “My heart is yours and no one else’s.”

Your mate lifts you gently, discarding you on the bed with a softness that takes you by surprise. Eris smiles as he takes you in. He couldn’t quite believe that you were truly here with him. His mate. Despite the messy path that led to this moment and the landline that you two would surely have to navigate through in the morning, Eris set those thoughts aside and focused on unraveling the laces of your corset.

The silky fabric of your dress slides off without effort, revealing your tanned skin and soft curves. Eris worships every inch, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he whispers sweet nothings from your navel to your collarbone. You lift the hem of his billowing shirt, sighing in appreciation at the sight of his perfectly sculpted torso. The faelights glimmer against his russet locks as you reach for the front of his trousers. Eris watches in silence as you release his long, aching length.

A burning desire churns in your core as you line him up at your entrance. Eris is completely entranced by you, content to let you take the lead and set the pace despite the fact that he’s thought about this moment almost obsessively, agonizing over every detail in his mind while never knowing if he’d even get the chance to be intimate with you in this way.

Now that you were here, now that this was actually happening, every fantasy that replayed in his head over the duration of knowing you were his mate didn’t even come close to the real thing.

Eris groans as his cock slides between your slick folds. You gasp as your body adjusts to take all of him in. Eris pushes and pushes until you finally feel it—sweet relief.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He whispers softly.

You blink back the tears and nod at your mate. “Yes.”

“Can I move?”

“Please.”

Eris grunts in response. You sound so pretty when you’re pleading and perhaps he’d draw out that side of you at another time, make you beg for pleasure until he’s making you cum with his mouth and fingers, but not tonight. He’d waited too long already. Tonight, he’ll have all of you.

You moan as Eris slowly thrusts into you, carefully scanning your face for every subtle change in your expression.

“So beautiful,” Eris whispers as he presses his forehead against yours. “I’ve waited all my life for you.”

“I’m here now,” you respond, caressing his cheek. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You lift your hips, rolling to take more of him in. Eris grunts as he fully sheathes himself inside of you, that bond of yours glowing in his heart. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer as your minds, bodies, and souls merge into one.

Your mate. Your strong, beautiful mate.

Teeth clash against teeth, tongues dance, and nails rake over skin as Eris drives deep inside of you. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. The thread of fire twines between you and Eris, solidifying the bond.

Locking your hips, you flip over and pin your mate beneath you. Eris grips your waist, watching with dark eyes as you drag your way up and up until only his tip is sheathed inside you. He holds his breath as you ride him, savoring the feeling of your walls clenching around him and hugging his cock with a snug grip.

Your breasts slide against his chest as you drag your teeth over his neck and he responds with a buck of his hips, igniting that familiar feeling in your core. Eris groans at the sensation of you clenching around his length, locking him in place as you ride him with reckless abandon. Not once has he ever felt this way before. Utterly out of his mind. Completely euphoric as you moan his name.

The thread of fire intertwines you together. Eris threads his fingers through your hair, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You whimper, beholding all the passion and heat in your mate’s eyes. Eris blinks and warmth ripples through the connection. Love in its purest and most potent form wraps its claws around your heart and squeezes.

“My mate,” Eris breathes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With a sharp thrust, you completely unravel. The pleasure that racks through your body is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Eris coaxes you through it before he’s pushing over the edge, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fills you with his arousal.

For a moment, time itself yields to this moment as Eris wraps his arms around you. You’re sobbing fat, happy tears as your mate gently caresses your back. Then joy cascades into fear when you realize that you were still betrothed and Eris is still locked in a political landmine with his sire.

“What happens now?” you ask quietly.

Eris tucks a strand of hair behind your pointed ear. “I call my favor in with Rhysand. With the support of my allies, I will finally rid this court of my father. I will sit on the throne. With you beside me. Ruling as one.”

You gape at your mate. “You would truly share your power? Your throne? Your kingdom?”

He smiles as though your surprise is the most amusing thing in the realm. “You are the other half of my heart. The light to my dark soul. My equal, in every way.” Eris cups your cheek. “I will make you my High Lady, if it pleases you.”

You kiss him, soft and gentle, conveying your answer. “Nothing would please me more, my High Lord.”

taglist: @viradeity @moony-thoughts @i-opened-the-chamber-of-secrets @demirunner @swansworth @heart-defendor @momlo @mali22 @roselensage

#oh hey #eris is back #eris #eris vanserra #eris vanserra fluff #eris vanserra smut #eris smut #eris fluff #eris acotar #acotar smut #acotar fluff

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a-space-lizard · 2 years

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THE TRAILER?????

#destiny 2 #destiny #I'm so hyped omg #everything looks amazing #ERIS IS BACK

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copypastus · 13 days

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One final treat for the closing day of Poly+ ACOTAR Week @polyacotarweek - all the acoships I personally would enjoy more if they were throuples

Had a blast drawing for this event! Hope you find your favourite ship on the pile!

@taymartiart included your favourite crossover ship just for you with bruntriel

and ofc @ashintheairlikesnow’s acolar tamarhysand is for me coz this fic owns my soul

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sashthesloth · 2 months

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Sometimes you spend 100 hours replaying a beloved character from a beloved game and end up spending another 25 or so ish hours making a character sheet so self indulgent ft. My beloved Shep who I put through the wringer the first time around in 2017 but hopefully gave an easier time on our second run.

#my art #mass effect #mass effect legendary edition #commander shepard #oc eris shepard #custom shepard #my ocs #the choices written on this character sheet were very much not the choices we did back in 2017.#I am told that my 2017 choices were very much in the minority #go ahead ask me what we did oh my god the horrors #consider my shock when I looked through the mass effect statistics infographic only to see that I was in a single digit percent of players

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julnites · 1 year

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Main takeaway from the new pokemon game? These were a fun group of weirdos

#pokemon scarlet #pokemon #pokemon violet #team star pokemon #team star eri #team star atticus #team star mela #team star penny #team star ortega #team star giacomo #fanart #pokemon fanart #artists on tumblr #james art times #have not been posting a lot of stuff lately cause of working mainly on a bigger personal project #so I shall simply place this here gently and then return back to my abyss of personal art

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h20milk · 1 month

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✦ don't you want to be changed? to be molded into someone who is loved? ✦

#perfectlovevn #perfect love #perfect love vn #milo fanart #milo #milo change #yandere #my art #2024 #game so good i just HAD to draw #i wrote a lengthy review on itchio but it was SOOO good!! eris is such a compelling character and milo is sooo doomed i love it......#the need to love milo but also the need to unfortunately take him out of his misery with a rock bashed into the back of his head #ui was GORG and the idea was amazingly executed. can we get a YEEHAW

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pencilofawesomeness · 3 days

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from chapter 10 of Famous Last Words in May Death Never Stop You by the amazing @slexenskee

I've wanted to draw this scene ever since I read it lmao. Fun fact I was eating lunch at the time and I was laughing so hard I had to leave the room since someone was watching tv. Good times, good times.

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eriexplosion · 1 month

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I don't get complaining about resurrections or improbable survival in Star Wars.

Like, it happens a lot and not just with Tech, there's this big push that 'death needs to mean something' in Star Wars and a story needs to have an Edge to it and Stakes can only come from killing someone. But like... softening death in Star Wars by using force ghosts and bringing characters back and letting them survive things that should have killed them is something that goes all the way back to Lucas and the original trilogy. It's baked into the fabric of the franchise and that's not a bad thing, just a part of its identity.

There's a couple more realistic entries into the series sure, but Star Wars is not a story built on a gritty base. It can tackle serious, it can tackle dark, but it's still built on a more hopeful center, and sometimes that means death doesn't stick like it would in the real world. It's okay to not like that, but when you come to a franchise it's just not reasonable to demand that something that's been built in since the start Cease because it's not what you want to see. Death is probably always going to be kind of cheap in Star Wars, and there's always going to be unrealistic survivals because it's just. Part of what makes it Star Wars. Getting mad that the Star Wars show is probably going to be Star Wars-y about death is like going to Paris and being mad that you encountered the French. Like yeah you ran into hope in dark times at the hope in dark times store, what did you expect to find?

#eri talks #star wars #people are just SO mad at the thought that Tech might come back #And I think it really sets people up for dissatisfaction when they expect a core feature of the series to just Stop Happening

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gazkamurocho · 3 months

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I read this adorable fanfic where Goromi visits Kiryu and the Morning Glory kids in Okinawa ❤

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pcktknife · 1 year

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all of ingo's theorized illegitimate children should have a fight to the death

#eri cyrus cynthia FIGHT #i guess if u consider the idea that ingo and akari where always meant to get sent back and it forms some sort of time loop where he is his #....own grandad then ingo and emmet join the fight also #kae.txt

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theostrophywife · 9 months

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Eris letting you braid his hair for an event or just even a normal day 🥹

intertwined.

author's note: would kill for the opportunity to braid my little fox's hair 😔

eris never let anyone touch his hair.

as a young child, he learned to style and braid it himself. his mother was fond of teasing that eris had control issues when it came to his locks, but it was more than that. letting anyone that close to him meant being vulnerable and intimate, which he admitted he had a great deal of trouble doing.

for a few years, eris had even opted on keeping his hair short. that way, it wouldn't be a hassle to handle. but that was before you said that you missed his long hair. and cauldron fucking boil it, the little comment was all it took for eris to begin growing it out again.

when you returned to court after his coronation, something absolutely horrendous started happening to eris. he couldn't eat. he couldn't sleep. he couldn't think. it was pathetic, really. the high lord of the autumn court felled by some silly little crush. especially since you'd known each other since you were children. he'd seen you eat a mud pie, for cauldron's sake. granted, you were five at the time and six year old eris had indulged in your little concoction all the same.

still, the rabid little girl with the unruly curls and buck teeth shouldn't have made him so nervous. but you did. the tomboy he knew was not the same female that returned to court. eris was surprised by the transformation. gone was the frizzy mop of hair, replaced by glossy waves that smelled of candied apples and honeysuckle. you had grown into your smile as well and every time you flashed those pretty little dimples at him, eris felt his traitorous heart slamming thrashing against his chest.

the high lord couldn't even blame his attraction on your beauty, though there was plenty of it to go around. he was attracted to you because of your mind. eris had never met such a brilliant, cunning, and utterly ruthless female in his life. watching you spar with the other members of his council was almost like foreplay to him. you were passionate and fiery and you didn't back down without a fight. you cared not only about your territory, but the wellbeing of the autumn court as a whole. it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

eris said as much, turning on that infamous charm that made every maiden in the fox's den swoon. you had looked him up and down before humbling him with an apathetic stare. "you're going to have to try harder than that, high lord."

no matter what eris did, you seemed to be utterly unimpressed by his efforts. what he didn't know was that you didn't want this suave and seductive high lord. what you really wanted was the shy and sensitive eris who used to help you make mud pies and pick wildflowers for you during your walks through the godswood. your one friend in the forest house who made you laugh with his sarcasm and sassy little quips.

that was the boy that you'd fallen in love with back then. not the smooth stranger who used his charm like a shield, protecting him from ever really getting close to anyone. until he showed you the eris that five year old you had adored, you had no interest in starting anything with this stranger.

that stranger stared at his reflection, smoothing down a perfectly tailored crimson doublet as he frowned into the mirror. though eris was impeccably dressed, there was still the matter of his hair to contend with. ever since your comment, he had stopped cutting it and his locks had once again grown past his shoulders. the problem was that he had gotten so used to it being short and braiding it took longer than he remembered. he examined his reflection once more, straining to see if his attempt at a half braid looked acceptable.

"that's an interesting style," a familiar voice called from the doorway. eris turned to find you staring at him with a bemused smile. you were dressed in scarlet, looking like a living flame flickering in the dim hallway. the sounds of music and livery echoed from the grand ballroom, indicating that he was more than fashionably late.

"though it's more of a knot than a braid."

the high lord sighed. "it's entirely your fault, you know. i wouldn't have grown it out if it weren't for you." he set down his brush. "now you've come to mock my pain."

"i'm not mocking," you said, striding into the room like you owned it. "i simply don't understand how six year old eris possessed more proficient braiding skills than this."

"six year old eris also used to hide in the cupboard from his governess. i don't think he should be making any crucial decisions now."

you stopped behind him, looking at your reflections in the mirror. a small smile bloomed on your lips as though you were recalling the memory.

"you seem to forget that i was in that cupboard right beside you." eris chuckled, remembering the way the two of you used to giggle in the dark as his governess searched for him in a panic. "if you ask me, six year old eris made perfectly good decisions and he certainly wouldn't have forgotten how to do a mermaid braid."

"mermaid braid," eris repeated. "you thought me how to do that, didn't you?"

"i did. though you almost tangled my doll's hair so badly that it was nearly unsalvageable." you rested your hands on the chair's headrest and that unmistakable delicious smell filled his senses, like breathing in the crisp autumn air. "would you like a refresher, high lord?"

"promise you won't exact revenge on your doll's behalf?"

you smirked. "i'll try my best not to succumb to temptation."

"good enough for me." eris looked up, his amber eyes glowing like honey against the faelights.

the high lord hesitated for a moment. never in the entirety of his immortal life had he allowed anyone else to touch his precious hair, but this was the first conversation in months that you'd actually smiled and joked with him. maybe he had approached this all wrong. when you first met, you hadn't befriended him because he was the high lord's heir. you had never cared about his status or title. the thing that brought you together was the fact that you could truly just be yourselves around each other. not the future high lord or the duke's daughter. just eris and y/n.

perhaps he needed to take a cue from that eris.

"may i?" you asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

eris took a deep breath. he could do this. he could be vulnerable. "yes. yes, please."

you smiled and those dimples he loved so much made an appearance. eris was simply mesmerized as you brushed his hair, working through the tangles that he'd undoubtedly caused from his failed braiding. you worked in silence, your features pinched in intense concentration as you took sections of his hair and crossed them into one another. eris watched all of this through the mirror, content to sit back and allow himself to enjoy the feeling of your fingers gently tugging at his scalp.

it felt nice. for once, eris let his guard down and just enjoyed the moment for what it was. a friend helping a friend.

"all done," you announced proudly.

eris ran his fingers through the intricate braids you had woven into his hair. "thank you, y/n." he looked up at your reflection, swallowing thickly. he had already been vulnerable once tonight, might as well try for a second. "i've missed this," he said wistfully. "just being us."

there was a soft expression on your face as you met his gaze in the mirror. "you know you can always be yourself around me, eris."

"i know," eris responded. "six year old me remembers."

a rush of satisfaction flooded him as you smiled shyly. "we should get going. the court will start to wonder where their high lord is."

"wait," eris said, catching you by the wrist. you watched as he opened one of his drawers. in his hand was a small bouquet of wildflowers tied together with twine. "i was walking through the godswood and these wildflowers made me think of you. i remember how much you loved them when we were younger."

"i still do," you admitted, smiling as he offered you the flowers. "thank you, eris."

eris flushed, nodding as he watched you pluck one of the stems. you reached for his braid and weaved a wildflower through his hair. "it's perfect."

he offered you his arm and grinned. a genuine, bashful grin that you hadn't seen since you were five years old. "shall we?"

for a second, you saw a glimpse of the boy you'd fallen in love with. underneath the facade, the eris that you adored was still there.

you nodded, taking his arm and preparing yourself for whatever the night might bring. "we shall."

#don't ask me why i made a whole back story for this #obviously i am in a childhood friends to lovers mutual pining mood #eris #eris vanserra #eris vanserra fluff #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra smut #eris x reader

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deathberi · 6 months

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"edward & michael"

#THIS is my fav back story ever :((( my cutie trio #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokrevedit #mikey #manjiro sano #keisuke baji #emma sano #anime gif #animeedit #eri gifs #anime #*

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copypastus · 7 months

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@erisweek2023 Day 3 - Secrets

Based on @helion-ism 's hilarious post. Made me laugh and thus I had to draw it.

Glowing Lucien pngs under cut since tumblr forces gifs to be relatively small.

#my art #acotar #acotar fanart #erisweek2023 #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #back to wholesome content from me #very baby lucien heavy eris week #he just keeps sneaking in

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kurozu501 · 9 months

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ideal gwitch movie sequel is like. yeah theres a new conflict, suletta pilots a new gundam aerial 2.0, they put eri in it to help her and its just like old times, etc etc but most importantly is that the comedic subplot of the movie is kicked off when nika or one of the other earth house kids asks miorine about their wedding and why they didnt get invited only for miorine to be like “oh we never had a wedding ceremony i was too busy and suletta was stuck in physical therapy and rehab” and lilique is like GASP and for the rest of the movie earth house is planning a proper wedding ceremony/reception for them which is how we finally get the onscreen wedding and kiss at the end of the film.

#come on sunrise do it #gundam the witch from mercury #gwitch #sulemio #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #lilique kadoka lipati #nika nanaura #honestly the eri still being around is the one thing that makes me think they might do a sequel #bc like i said it'd be real easy to put her back into a gundam and have the sisters fight together again

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mischiefmanagers · 5 months

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when the fic warnings are like *major character death* but then also *angst with a happy ending* sign me THE FUCK up

#they come back to life somehow and I don’t even care if it doesn’t logically make sense #angst with a happy ending #acotar #azriel #fourth wing #iron flame #liam mairi #rhysand #cassian #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #xaden riorson #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #xaden x reader #fic tropes

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honeybeefae · 3 months

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For the First Time In Forever…

I feel like writing again! I’ve missed you all so much and am so thankful for all of your love and support and kind words and just your existence! You are all amazing!

To celebrate, and because I’m wanting to ease myself back into writing as I am afraid I’m severely out of practice, I’m posting some prompts below that I would love for you all to look over and choose! Any character you want, any scenario, and you can combine!

I don’t know if I will get to all of them and as a forewarning, most of them will probably somewhat short, but I will do my best! I also want to extend this offer to the Baldurs Gate 3 fandom as that game has been my saving grace for awhile! But ACOTAR is very much accepted as well!

I love you guys and can’t wait to write again for you! ❤️

Prompts

Angst:

1.) “Don’t lie to me. I know everything”

2.) “I don’t love you.”

3.) “Please don’t do this.”

4.) “I can’t believe I fell in love with you.”

5.) “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

6.) “Us? There never was such a thing.”

7.) “You think I would fall in love with someone like you?”

8.) “You don’t deserve me.”

9.) “You….you cheated on me?”

10.) “Don’t leave me, please, I still need you.”

11.) “What do you want me to say?”

12.) “You promised!”

13.) “Stop pretending this wasn’t your plan all along, to break me down until I’m nothing.”

14.) “You can’t do this.”

15.) “I hate you.”

Fluff:

1.) “Can I hug you?”

2.) “You’re everything to me.”

3.) “Surely you know how much I care about you?”

4.) “Come for a cuddle?”

5.) “You’re so oblivious, aren’t you?”

6.) “Stay with me tonight. Please.”

7.) “I love you.”

8.) “Can I keep you?.”

9.) “Come on, I wouldn’t forget your birthday!”

10.) “I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.”

11.) “I never thought I’d see you again…”

12.) “Come dance in the rain with me!”

13.) “May I have this dance?”

14.) “Will you marry me?”

15.) “I want to show you something.”

Tropes:

1.) Enemies to Lovers

2.) Friends to Lovers

3.) Strangers to Lovers

4.) Soulmates

5.) AU

6.) Amnesia

7.) Marriage of Convenience

8.) Lovers to Enemies

9.) Forbidden Love

10.) Fake Dating

11.) Second Chances

12.) Damsel in Distress

13.) Stuck Together

14.) Opposites Attract

15.) Love Triangle

Smut:

1.) “I want to fuck you so badly.”

2.) “You can take it, pretty girl, can’t you?”

3.) “Mine.”

4.) “On your knees.”

5.) “Submission looks good on you.”

6.) “You look so pretty with my cum painted on your face.”

7.) “Please let me cum inside you, please, I need to breed you.”

8.) “Beg.”

9.) “Someone’s been bad.”

10.) ��Don’t you want an audience?”

11.) “Use your words.”

12.) “Such a fucking brat, you should know your place by now but it seems I’ll have to remind you.”

13.) “Do you know how much I’ve been wanting to do this to you?”

14.) “No more, I can’t take anymore.”

15.) “Swallow.”

Scenarios:

1.) One person is injured

2.) One person is sick

3.) One bed trope

4.) Pregnancy

5.) First Date

6.) Wedding/Reception

7.) First night together

8.) Truth or Dare

9.) Forced proximity

10.) One person discovers their secret

11.) Meet cute

12.) Accidentally hurting the other

13.) Hurt/Comfort

14.) Confessions

15.) Breakup

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