#lady vanserra

[stars-and-scripts]

azriel: you son of a bitch eris: don't talk about my mother like that azriel: i meant beron eris: understandable, carry on then

#azris #azriel #eris vanserra #beron vanserra #acosf #sjm #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #incorrect acotar quotes #incorrect azris quotes #a court of silver flames #sarah j maas #lady vanserra #lady of autumn

[ofduskanddreams]

When you realize the Vanserras are just the Weasley aesthetic but with Malfoy energy.

#seven #ginger #children #toxic family #influence and power #tell me i’m wrong #acotar #harry potter #keeping up with the vanserras #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #beron vanserra #vanserra brothers #lady vanserra

[ashryver-eyes]

Prythian High Lady Couture

Night Court

Spring Court

Autumn Court

Summer Court

Day Court

Winter Court

Dawn Court

#acotar #acotar aesthetic #prythian #acomaf #acowar #acosf #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #elain archeron #lady vanserra #lady of autumn #feysand #elucien #gwynriel #nessian #courts of prythian

[moonlightazriel]

Dancing with flames /// Eris X F!Reader

Summary: You were the one being left out, no one in your family cared about you, until you caught the eyes of a very mysterious fox.

Warnings: Reader's family being a bunch of assholes

Word Count: 1,5K

Notes: It's like that Cinderella movie with Hilary Duff only worse. I decided to put the inspiration for the dress and mask to help the visual. This was supposed to be a Halloween treat for you. Hope you enjoy.

Main Masterlist

Being from one of the whealtiest families from the autumn court was hard, people had high expectations of you, you always have to behave and be quiet, playing those little games, everyone hungry for power and waiting for the slightest mistake to treat you like trash. Thats why my parents never liked me much, i never was polite enough, i never bowed on the right angle, i ate too much for a lady, my appearance wasn't flawless enough, there are always something to complain about me, i wasn't perfect like my sisters. They always got better clothes, better training and the love from our parents, this led me up to build a mask, that i wore whenever i was around them, i made my mission never show them how much they affected me.

The high lord announced the anual masquerade for the members of the court, in honor of the most successful harvest of the year and to find his heir a wife, the autumn prince was old enough and his father decided it was time for him to find someone strong and form alliances, i remembered my parents saying. They were really excited for this, preparing my sisters to fight for Eris, with one another if they needed, obviously, they didn't even bother saying the same to me, they were clearly counting with the family beauties to marry him, not me. Never me.

My parents really put a lot of effort and money for our gowns, my mother wanted to impress, and it required all of us for this, so i decided that if they wanted us to wear something fancy and expensive, i was going to. The dress the tailor made was red, the big skirt soft like cotton, was beautiful, the corset had shoulder to shoulder straps, and red flowers adorning it, flowing to the skirt as well, on a beautiful design, since it was a custom dress, it fit perfectly, unlike the other oversized dresses i was forced to wear before. For the mask i ended up choosing a bunny one, one of the ears was broken and one of the eyes was ripped, it looked dirty and had golden details, and surprisingly, no one complained about it.

On the day of the ball, i ended up getting ready on my own while my sisters were being taken care by professionals, at this point i didn't even care anymore and just learned how to do these kind of things on my own. Slipping my heels on, i got out of my room, getting downstairs, my father was there, he looked at me and nodded.

“You finally looks decent, you can’t ruin it tonight. It’s one of yours sisters big chance, behave or you won’t like what will happen to you.” I nodded, feeling a shiver, remembering all the times he didn’t think i was well behaved and punished me.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

The music was softly playing in the background, the sound of people chatting and glass here and there, my sisters were starting to get impatient as they couldn't spot Eris anywhere, Macy was on her third dance with some lord, Emil was dancing as well, but i could see the annoyed faces both had on, suppressing a laugh, i was startled by a hand lowering until it was in front of my eyes, looking up a male was on the end of the arm, he was wearing a red tunic, golden leaves sewed on the fabric, he was wearing a fox mask, with fur and some feathers, he was absolutely handsome, even if i only could see part of his face.

“Can i have a dance?” His voice was deep and powerful, i felt my body melting as it reach my ears. My mother elbowed me and i got up, putting my hand on his and allowing him to lead me to the dance floor. He pulled me closer, his hard chest pressed against mine, making me sighn like a fool, his hand on my waist, held me tightly and we started dancing, spinning around. “I saw you as soon as i arrived, you caught my attention little bunny, you know a fox can't resist a lonely bunny. What’s your name?” I looked at him deep in the eyes.

“Well, this makes you the first male that paid attention to me.” I giggle trying to joke but i could see the look on his face behind the mask. “I don't wanna be myself tonight, so you can call me Bunny.” He smirked at me “And what about you my lord?”

“Since we're pretending to be other people, call me Foxy.” He said, pulling me even closer, inhaling his scent, i felt my heart flutter, he smelled like fire, the same fire burning in my veins.

We danced, again and again, i felt this strong pull towards him, it was impossible to pull away from him, i had some males courting me before, but notting was compared to this, the feeling of finally being seen, of being important. At some point he led us outside, the cold air making my bones chill, we ended up under a tree, my back pressed against the wood while one of his arms cornered me, i felt my cheeks blushing as he leaned closer, his lis capturing mine, my hands were resting on his face, his tongue pressed my lips, and i opened them, he entered my mouth, exploring every bit of it with his tongue, my whole body reacting naturally to him, it felt so right, even if someone caught us right now, i wouldn't care, opening my eyes, i saw my mother looking for me, i pointed at her, he turned growling.

“You have to go?” He seemed sad.

“If i don’t want to get punished, i have.” He nodded, and we walked back inside, when my mother’s eyes landed on me, she marched furiously to where i was standing.

“I was looking for you.” She grabbed my arm harshly. “That damned prince didn't even dare to show up, we're leaving before one of yours sisters start to cry.” I couldn't believe that i had to go home just because my sisters weren't able to control their emotions. Looking over at Foxy, he had a smirk on his lips.

“I will see you again.” i whispered to him while my mother pulled me away.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

It was 1 week later and my sisters couldn't get over the fact that the prince didn't showed up, it was kinda rude but it didn't matter. Me on the other hand, couldn't get over Foxy, i dreamed of him every night, felt his lips on mine, i tried searching for him but it was useless, Macy and Emil were making fun of me, saying i had invented him, i was starting to believe them if it wasn't for the current situation.

My father got home saying that the high lord requested that our family attended an event that night. Entering in the high lord’s mansion, my sisters were completely excited, maybe the prince showed at the ball after all. When we entered the throne room, the royal family were all present, Beron was on his throne, his wife standing on his left side, while his children were on his right side, the oldest to the youngest.

“We called your family here because my heir, Eris Vanserra, said he choose his future wife.” The high lord voice was loud like a thunder, turning my head into Eris’s direction, i felt something weird on my chest, like a spark, burning as bright as fire, he shifted on his feet, looking directly at me. I wasn’t paying attention to what was being said, all i could focus was on the burning string on my chest, tugging at it, more than once, Eris caught my eyes again, and i watched how he’d react as i pulled the thread, he was trying to supress a smile. It couldn't be, as the realization hit me, he stepped forward.

“I decided that i will take one of your daughters as my bride.” I could see my sisters shaking nervously, Macy, the eldest, had a convinced smile on her face while Emil stuffed her chest, making her breasts seem bigger, i rolled my eyes trying not to laugh at their efforts. “Y/N, would you like to marry me?” He asked, and i could feel my sisters burning rage as they looked at us.

“I would love to.” I said, my whole body was shaking, and i felt like i was going to fall at any moment. He grabbed my hand, kissing it, and pulling me closer.

“I waited for you, my mate, my bunny.” He whispered in my ear and i blushed. My family looked at him like he was crazy and i was afraid that they might start try to convince him to take one of my sisters instead. Lady Vanserra stepped forward, a gracious smile on her face while she clapped happily.

“Looks like we have a wedding to plan. Welcome to the Vanserra family darling.”

#eris acotar #acotar #acotar x reader #autumn court #vanserra brothers #eris x reader #eris x y/n #fluff #night court #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver fire #masquerade #sarahjmaas #shadowsinger #azris #female reader #lady vanserra #beron vanserra #foxes #fox #autumm #autumn #moonlightazriel

[lexieheron]

Autumn, a mother, ready to share fruits of love with him, Helion, the High Lord of Day Court.

There was a closed chamber, that no one, besides the High Lord, had access to. From time to time, he used to come to look at a painting that reminded him of better times, when the love was ripe, ready to be harvested. Fertile, heavy autumn stood before him, dressed in warm, earthy tones, beautiful chestnut, golden, russet colors. He only needed to reach out to touch her- to feel the softness of her skin, to see a small, private smile, meant only for his eyes.

Autumn, a mother, ready to share fruits of love with him, Helion, the High Lord of Day Court.

#i'm not crying you are #lady of the autumn court #helion x lady vanserra #helion x lady of autumn #acotar #acomaf #acowar #helion x loa #helion spell cleaver #lady autumn #lady vanserra #sarah j maas #sjmaas #myart #I'm feeling emotional tonight

[abraxos-and-ataraxia]

Lady of Autumn

“The secret to getting away with lying is believing with all your heart—that goes for lying to yourself even more so than lying to another.” — Elizabeth Bear

#lady of autumn #autumn court #lady vanserra #acotar #my mbs

[daily-dose-of-sass]

Imagine the entire Vanserra fam coming together and killing Beron 🥵

#lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #lady vanserra #autumn court #wishful thinking

[ae-neon]

Crackship throuple.

A scandalous entanglement in the House of Vanserra

LoA / Nesta / Beron

The dolls that get it, get it. And if you don't, that's okay but I don't wanna hear about it

#beron vanserra #lady vanserra #lady of autumn #nesta archeron #the autumn court #ae aesthetics

[mournersandfunerals]

#keeping up with the vanserras #yes im thinking about this again #no im not sorry #@sjm give me my spin off im bored #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #lady vanserra #lady of autumn #helion x loa #the night court #sarah j maas #sjm #sjmaas #book ramblings #book memes

[rhysands-rightknee]

no but i find it so bittersweet how feyre will have the ability to enjoy those moments where nyx glows (assuming that drop of power from the day court is passed on) whereas the lady of the autumn court probably didn’t.

as the son of helion and direct heir of the day court, lucien most definitely has the ability to glow but when have we seen feyre light up when that power is not used as a weapon? when she’s safe, content, and happy. everything lucien is not, and we know this when feyre entered his mind and only felt severe pain and loneliness (acomaf).

there’s a theory someone on here wrote (that I could not find so if this is you please lmk to link it) that theorized why eris was so cruel. the future heir of the autumn court knew lucien was not the child of his father and in turn no threat to his power. lucien’s skin color was one thing but the glow he probably radiated as a happy child (exploring the forests and having a loving mother) gave him away completely. how do you protect a younger sibling from a cruel father that would not only kill his youngest child but his wife who deceived him? you hinder the day court ability by eliminating what makes a young child happy and safe to protect him and their mother. it’s no surprise lady vanserra put up centuries of abuse to protect her children. eris saw all of that growing up and when she could no longer protect lucien, eris ensured his brother would make it out alive to the spring court. anyways, I feel for the young child (and adult now) who thinks his older sibling hates him when that cruelty was out of love and protection.

#eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #justice for lady vanserra!!!! #lady vanserra #autumn court #feyre archeron #nyx archeron #helion #helion spell cleaver #acotar #sarah j maas

[therealmissmagoo2]

Lady Vanserra (Name Unknown) - Lady of the Autumn Court - ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas

Tray Files Skin Teeth Eye Preset 5f Lip Preset N 11 Nose Preset 4f Eyes OddEye Hair Base Hair Extras Hair Eyebrows Engen Eyelashes N1

Look 1: Dress Shoes Lipstick Nails Look 2: Dress Shoes Lipstick & Nails - same as above Look 3: Top Pants Boots Lipstick & Nails - same as above

Optional: Fairies vs. Witches Mod for "Fae" powers

#missmagoo2 #the sims 4 #sims4 #the sims cc #fantasy #sims 4 #sarah j maas #sims 4 cc #alpha cc #fae #Lady Vanserra #lady of the autumn court #high lord helion #helion spell cleaver #helion acotar #beron vanserra #high lord beron #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #ACOTAR #feyre archeron #rhysand #nesta archeron #elain archeron #cassian #azriel

[ofduskanddreams]

This Lovely Enigma

For @catboyjamesbond. The prompt: Royalty AU Azris, Eris is king and needs a consort. Azriel is the one who catches his eye.

Azris ✦ Rated M ✦ 2.5k words (yeah ik) ✦ on AO3

"The Ruler shall take a consort within a year of their coronation lest they forfeit the title to the Heir. The Crown is too heavy a burden to bear alone." 

Eris knows that particular stipulation so well that he sees it in his dreams and behind his eyelids whenever he blinks. 

His crown hits the ornately carved walnut throne with a dull thud as Eris looks to the paned glass dome of the ceiling above the dais in the empty throne room and groans. 

A wry laugh echoes from his left, “Ah, let me guess: woe is me, I am but a king facing the truly arduous task of choosing a partner from a selection of the most competent and beautiful of my subjects.”

Callan has been Eris’s most loyal guard for nearly a decade. Eris would never allow such flippant sarcasm in public or from any other member of his staff, but Callan is the closest thing he has to a friend, not counting Eris’s brothers.

“I just don’t understand why my ancestors felt that such a useless clause would be one of the few immovable laws. Why do I need a consort in order to keep the title that is rightfully mine? I’ve been perfectly fine on my own so far,” Eris allows a granule of petulance to lace his words.

Cal just smiles and softly shakes his head. It’s unsettling to witness because that gesture is identical to one his mother often makes. 

“There’s nothing that can be done to change it, you know that. It’s been six months since your father’s passing—stars smile gently on his soul even though he was a right bastard—and now that the mourning period is coming to a close you know you can’t afford to waste another minute. This way you are giving yourself a little time to get to know them at least.”

“If I meet them today,” Eris points out, tracing the vines carved into the throne’s arm with a ringed finger. 

Knowing it’s better to voice his feelings than quash them, Eris sighs and begrudgingly continues the thought, “What if I can’t stand any of the people I meet today? Aren’t they all the children of the gentry? I don’t care about liking them, but I need to be able to tolerate them. You know how I hate sycophants, and that’s all they’re going to be—hoping that they can woo their way into the royal family and a better title.”

“Defeatism does not suit you, dear.” Serafina Vanserra, the Queen Mother, approaches the throne at an elegant glide.

Eris rises and descends the three steps of the dais. “And black did not suit you, Mother. It’s wonderful to see you in color again.” 

She’s donned a wine-red gown for the occasion, the rich color making her fair skin appear lit from within. The black they’d been wearing always made her look sickly pale. This, Eris thinks, is a very welcome change. 

Her lightly painted lips tug up in a smirk. “Flattery, while always welcome, will not divert my attention, Eris. Try having a little more faith in humanity. Giving up before the race has begun is the quickest way to ensure defeat.”

“I know,” Eris agrees. She’s right, of course, she is. He knows that he frequently walks the line between realism and pessimism and, while such an attitude guarantees that he is always prepared for worst-case scenarios and puts secondary measures in place for every plan, it is not an ideal outlook for the day ahead of him.

His mother raises a brow, waiting. 

“I promise to try,” Eris tells her. “I wouldn’t have bothered setting up this whole affair if I did not intend to make an attempt. It would have been far more efficient to simply select a name from a list but, believe it or not, my heart is not made of stone.”

“I know that, darling.” Her hand is soft and warm, the touch to his cheek a brief allowance of the affection that they’d been denied for so many years. “But it’s my hope that you will permit others to learn this as well.”

The ‘now that he’s gone’ hangs unspoken in the air between them.

“I hope so too,” Eris replies. It’s the best he can do while remaining honest. 

Hope, an ember banked for years upon years has, against every odd, retained its glow. Eris might even go as far as to say that, since his father’s death, the ember has sparked a flame.

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Azriel tries his best to hold still while his mother fusses with his jacket collar, but he’s restless.

“There,” Zahra smiles proudly as she steps to the side so he can view his reflection in the long mirror.

He scarcely recognizes the man staring back at him. His typically unruly hair is swept back off his forehead and tamed by something that smells faintly sweet. The clothes he’s wearing are finer than anything he’s owned before. The jacket is sapphire blue, laced up the back in gold—the same gold laces that begin at his wrists and end at his forearms. 

He’d thought the process of donning the garment ridiculously complicated, but Azriel can’t help thinking that the effect might be worth the effort. He looks… elegant? Everything is tighter than he’s used to. The jacket clings to the curve of his waist, and the breadth of his shoulders. The trousers are impossibly soft and fit like a second skin. His boots are supple black leather and buffed to a shine. 

It’s not just the clothes though. What really makes his reflection so foreign is the tint on his lips and cheeks, making it appear like he’s slightly flushed; it’s the hint of kohl smudged into his lashes and bringing a new brightness to his eyes. 

“My beautiful boy, my Azriel. Look at you,” his mother murmurs and the rosiness of his cheeks darkens at the sheer pride in her voice. 

“Thank you,” for this, for everything. The emotional rasp of his words embarrasses him.

It’s a public secret that Azriel is Lord Blackwell’s bastard despite his father’s begrudging formal claim. He’s certain that, had the decision been left to his father alone, he would have turned them out on the street. It had only been his paternal grandmother, to whom his mother was and is chief caregiver, threatening to change her will and cut him off that made the lord claim Azriel as his own. 

Sometimes, less often now than when he was young, Azriel wonders if life may have been better had they been forced to fend for themselves. It’s a notion he quickly shakes off. Who’s to say what could have happened? It was pointless to dwell upon.

“I’ve raised you for this, there’s no need to be anxious.” She takes his fidgeting hands in her own, thumbs tracing arcs over the pale web of scars. 

“I know,” Azriel assures her, dropping her hands with a squeeze to pull on his gloves. Knowing that he is thoroughly prepared has no effect on how he feels though. 

Only a fool wouldn’t be nervous before being presented as a potential consort to the king.

Azriel has caught glimpses of the then-prince now-king over the years, but there’s one memory that stands above all the rest: 

He was five and hiding from his brothers. Azriel had wandered into the stable as he often did and climbed the rickety ladder into the hayloft. 

Unlike all those previous afternoons spent up there, however, the hayloft was already occupied. A red-haired boy was sitting on his heels on the far side, his hand outstretched to something in the hay.

“What are you doing?” Azriel asked as he approached. 

The boy startled, his honey-colored eyes narrowing at Azriel. “Who are you?”

“My name is Azriel. Who are you?”

“You don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?”

The boy had laughed then and beckoned him over to come see. 

One of the barn cats had given birth to a litter of kittens. Azriel forgot all about his brothers as they passed the afternoon watching the kittens stumble around each other as their mother took turns licking them down.

It was only after the boy left that Azriel realized he’d never been told his name. 

The next time he saw the boy, a few months later, he was crossing the west courtyard with his mother. 

“Bow!” She hissed at him, dropping into a graceful curtsey as the boy and two guards walked past them. Azriel bent at the waist, waiting for his mother to rise before straightening his spine.

“Who was that, Mother?”

She looked at him, astonished. “That was Prince Eris. One day he will be our king.”

“Oh.”

It’s childish but, as Azriel makes his way down to the carriage his grandmother has arranged to take him to the palace, he can’t help wondering if Eris will remember him. If, maybe, he will look at Azriel and be reminded of golden dust motes and the sweet smell of hay just as Azriel is whenever he sees the king. 

He chides himself for being foolish as the carriage trundles through the city streets. He cannot afford to let something as asinine as sentiment distract him. This is his only opportunity to secure a better life for his mother, and he refuses to jeopardize it because of one afternoon a lifetime ago, even if that afternoon is one of the best he’s ever had.

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Eris smiles politely as the next prospect is introduced. The firstborn of Lord Arminta has an education overseen by a herd of tutors and an admittedly impressive number of instruments they play proficiently. They’re beautiful in the way a painting is beautiful—attention grabbing and pleasing to the eye—but Eris carries out a brief conversation with them as he has with everyone else who has been escorted through the throne room doors and feels nothing. 

As they go to join the other dozen prospects already milling about the refreshment tables, Eris leans over to ask his mother, “How many more are there?”

“You’re about halfway through.”

Eris swallows his groan, kings aren’t allowed. Callan’s posted by the doors and Eris looks at him with a subtle nod, signifying that he should send the next one in.

A hush falls over the room as the doors swing open to reveal what may just be the most striking person Eris has ever seen. Familiarity nags at him but he can’t recall why.

“Azriel Blackwell, he is the son of Lord Blackwell,” his mother supplies as she’s done for all the others. 

Azriel.

Azriel.

Somehow he knows that name, but he’s too distracted by the sight of his present to wonder about the past. Sharp hazel eyes watch him from a face that would not have been out of place on one of the statues in the sculpture gallery. This is a man who has been crafted by a mastered and magnanimous hand. His clothes are well-tailored, hinting at the power of lean muscles and showcasing elegantly proportioned limbs. 

The way he moves, grace belying strength, reminds Eris of a mountain lion, and yet those lovely eyes betray him. He’s not as confident as he is pretending to be, but Eris can hardly fault him for that. 

Before the thought is fully formed, Eris stands as Azriel stops before the dais. He’s remained seated for the others but something is urging him to go to him so he does. 

Azriel’s eyes widen before they drop to the floor, and he quickly folds into a bow. 

Eris doesn’t stop until he’s only an arm’s length away. “Rise,” he bids. His voice is softer than intended.

Azriel does, but his eyes remain fixed on Eris’s boots. Eris is only an inch or two taller than him which is a nice change. 

“Have we met before?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Once, when we were children.” Azriel’s voice is rich and smooth, and Eris grins a little because he finds it pleasing. 

“Azriel,” Eris ponders aloud. It’s a beautiful name, unusual too. So why can’t he… “Kittens in the hayloft.”

Finally, Azriel looks up at him and there’s a questioning intensity in his gaze that sends a thrill up Eris’s spine. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Eris’s smile widens, and he dares to hope it’s that expression which causes a soft grin to spread on Azriel’s face. 

“By the stars,” Eris muses, scarcely resisting the urge to trace the curve of Azriel’s lower lip with his thumb, to press and see if that mouth would open to him.

“Is something wrong, Your Majesty?” Azriel inquires carefully.

“Far from it.” It’s just that his memory of a small scrawny boy with dirt on his forehead and a scraped knee poking through a hole in his trousers is difficult to reconcile with the person who stands before him now. “You’re rather exquisite, you know.”

This time, Eris allows himself an indulgence. He brushes a dark curl off Azriel’s forehead where it had fallen out of place with his bow.

Whether Azriel’s beautiful blush is the result of the compliment or Eris’s touch, Eris doesn’t care—either is a delightful prospect. 

“Your Majesty is too kind,” Azriel says, dipping his head as if it will conceal the color on his golden brown cheeks. 

“I assure you I am no such thing,” Eris huffs a laugh. “But if you fear my words are contrived, allow me to press upon you the sincerity of my confession over tea?”

“Tea, Your Majesty?” Azriel looks confused and Eris thinks it’s rather adorable.

“Yes.” Eris glances over his shoulder, giving his mother a pointed look which is met with a pleased grin. “I’m very curious to learn more about you, Azriel. If you’ll do me the honor of joining me?” On impulse, Eris holds out his hand. 

“The honor is mine, Your Majesty. I find myself plagued by a similar curiosity.” There’s a hint of a smirk in Azriel’s polite smile, an edge of something that Eris cannot wait to unearth. 

Azriel takes his hand but, to Eris’s dismay, he’s wearing gloves. That won’t do. Eris needs this man’s skin beneath his fingers. He takes Azriel’s wrist in one hand and tugs off the glove with the other, bowing to press a lingering kiss to his scarred knuckles. 

Eris’s thumb trails over the ridges and divots. When he glances up at Azriel, he’s surprised to see the man’s eyes wide in horror. That won’t do either. 

Of course, Eris had anticipated that he’d worn the gloves for a reason, but he didn’t care about how the scars felt though he was curious to know how they got there and knew he wouldn’t like the eventual answer.

Holding Azriel’s gaze, Eris lifts his hand to his lips this time. “Beautiful,” he says, then kisses the word into the scarred skin. 

Azriel inhales sharply; the sound wavering a little even as the tense set of his shoulders vanishes.

Not yet willing to release this lovely enigma named Azriel, Eris tucks his hand into the crook of his elbow. “Shall we get that tea, then?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Azriel says, fingers flexing on Eris’s arm.

Oh yes, I intend to be.

“The pleasure,” Eris lets some of the hunger stirring in his gut fill his gaze, “is all mine, Azriel.”

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#azris #azris fanfiction #azris fanfic #azriel x eris #eris x azriel #eris vanserra #eris acotar #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel's mom #lady of the autumn court #lady vanserra #acotar fanfiction #acotar #royalty au #acotar au #acotar ao3 #kate's celebratory drabbles series

[harperbrynne]

Autumn Court dragon headcanon:

The coloring of the dragons in the Autumn Court are a beautiful blend of fiery oranges, yellows, and reds, looking a lot like the surrounding autumn leaves they love flying above. Since birth, they’ve enjoyed playing with the smoke hounds and didn’t let their much bigger size stop them when they got older.

#eris on a dragon though 😏 #acotar headcanon #autumn court #the autumn court #vanserra family #acotar thoughts #vanserra brothers #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #lady vanserra #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar series

[alinx]

The Vanserra’s

— Eris, didn’t knew you had a consort — the man opened a malicious grin while inspected the red headed from head to toe. — But I see you’ve got yourself a good one.

Castor — the second eldest — growled and Gwyn raised an arm to stop him while Vixyn — the second youngest — joined them.

— Stupid — Gwyn could hear his whisper while nodding in disapproval to the scene, and she smiled.

— Oh, so I’ve committed a mistake, you share a female now? Didn’t though it was possible to Autumn males — mocked.

Eris almost felt bad for him, the poor man was digging his own grave more and more each time he opened his mouth.

— If you’d like to keep your tongue, — Lucien’s voice sound imposing, blustering in the large room. — Watch your words when talking of our sister.

Now the general seemed even more surprised. Took some steps back to put himself together while Lucien joined the group at the centre of the room, in a scene that was portrait worthy. The four of them with fire sparking in their amber eyes and running through their veins, surrounding Gwyn, who had a soft grin and batted lashes innocently.

The Vanserra brothers were wiling to commit atrocities, even of killing each others seeking the throne, but wouldn’t let a single hair of their little sister to be touched.

Gwyneth Berdara, Beron’s bastard — and probably the best thing he’d ever done, half Nymph and entirely a Valkyrie, had her widely known as brutal, cruel and unreliable half-brother’s wrapped around her fingertips.

— So, — she started again in a firm tone but still just lovely as only Gwyn could be. — Would you tell me what are you seeking in these lands?

A.N: I like the theories about Gwyn being Lucien’s daughter but come on, our lil Valkyrie being the bastard princess of the Autumn Court would be freaking amazing.

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