FrostyStarlight

I write ACOTAR fanfiction, mainly shipping Eris with... everyone (including me). Current obsession is Elris/Erislain. You can find me on Ao3 @frostystarlight - come and join the chaos that is Lady of Fire and Bloom. 🔥❤️🌸

[frostystarlight]

Fics Masterlist

Multi-Chapter Fics

LOFAB Universe

Lady of Fire and Bloom

✨Elris/Erislain✨

Elain Archeron has spent years suffocating under choices made for her - by the Cauldron, by a mating bond she never asked for, and by those who believe they know what’s best. When an invitation to the Autumn Court offers her a taste of freedom, she takes it, stepping into a world of fire, secrets, and schemes.

Eris Vanserra has spent his life in his father’s shadow, playing the long game for survival. With Beron is still on the throne, power in Autumn is a precarious thing. He has no time for complications, especially not his brother’s mate, the soft-spoken seer who sees far too much.

But Elain is not as fragile as she seems, and as court politics turn deadly, they find themselves drawn together in ways neither expected.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... the good ship Elris. All aboard!

Lady of Fire and Bloom (From the Vault)

✨Elris/Erislain, Vanserra bro OCs x OCs, Lucien x BoS, etc. It's a whole fleet at this point.✨

I Need Your Grace to Remind Me to Find My Own

✨Dain (OC Vanserra brother) x Thalia (OC)✨

Over time, Dain Vanserra learned it was easier to be the villain. You didn’t have to try so hard once everyone already expected the worst. He could hurt and not feel it, could be the wolf in the woods and never have to wonder why no one wanted to come close.

Still, every so often, he relapsed. Slipped up and tried to be good.

That was how Dain Vanserra ended up with a wife.

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From the Vault story about Dain, Beron's third son. Part of the Lady of Fire and Bloom Vanserraverse but can be read as a standalone (if you squint).

Other Stories (Neris, Eris x OC, etc.)

The Disappearance of the Girl

✨Neris✨

Beta'd by the wonderful @themadmorrigan (without whom this would be a oneshot)

It's been a few months since Nesta and Cassian's mating ceremony, but things haven't been as rosy with the newly mated couple as they make out. Eris is now High Lord, and the Inner Circle attend his coronation in the Autumn Court.

One drink becomes a conversation. A conversation becomes an escape. What begins as a sharp exchange between the two of them soon grows into something neither of them expected: honesty, temptation, and the recognition of the darkness in one another. In the gardens of the Autumn Court, two people who swore they’d never bend discover how dangerous it is to be understood. Worse still, they each long for the next encounter, whenever it may come.

(Or, the post-Nessian mating bond turned Neris love story no one asked for)

You Can See Me as a Secret Mission

✨Elriel✨

In the aftermath of their interrupted kiss at Solstice, Elain and Azriel try to navigate their growing feelings for one another while honouring the promises they've made to their family. Azriel vows to stay away from her, instead opting to take on an extended mission monitoring Koschei's movements, but when he returns, Elain is not taking no for an answer any longer.

Written for StarOmnivore.

The Chase Universe

✨Eris x OC (Ailswith)✨

The Chase

Azriel had made many decisions in his life. Some good. Some calculated. Some that had led to blood and war and necessary sacrifices.

But this? This might actually be the stupidest thing he had ever done.

Because the female he had winnowed to safety - out of the grasp of Eris Vanserra, out of the Autumn Court’s shadowed woods - was not trembling in fear.

She was seething.

-

While spying on the Autumn Court’s borders, Azriel hears a woman screaming and sees her running from Eris. Acting fast, he winnows her to the Night Court, only to learn that she was not in distress- far from it. Now, she’s furious at being interrupted, and Eris is going to be livid when he arrives to retrieve what’s his.

The Fox and the Flame

Eris Vanserra never intended to find his match at an Autumn Court ball. With his father breathing down his neck to secure a political alliance, Eris is prepared for a night of tedious conversation, empty flattery, and dodging clumsy admirers. But then he met her, a sharp-tongued female who sees through his carefully cultivated mask with unsettling ease.

What begins as a battle of wit and intrigue soon ignites into something far more dangerous. A slow-burn dance of passion, power, and defiance unfolds in the gilded halls of the Autumn Court, testing Eris’s control and unraveling Ailswith’s carefully guarded independence. But in a court where alliances are currency and trust is a luxury, can they navigate the deadly game of politics and their own undeniable connection before the fire consumes them both?

Prequel to The Chase, this is the story of how Eris and Ailswith came to be.

Oneshots

Stay If You Want To Love Me, Stay

✨Azris✨

Azriel shows up at the Forest House ready to kill whoever hurt his mate only to find Eris insufferable, half-naked, and deeply unimpressed. Bandaging wounds turns into sharing a bed, and somehow that turns into not wanting to leave. Mating bonds are complicated, and so is Eris, but Azriel is starting to think he might stay anyway.

Or, the one where Eris somehow lures Azriel into his bed, and all he had to do was get stabbed by daddy dearest.

And Now I See Daylight

✨Elucien✨

'Elain pressed her palms against her eyes, trying to block out the lingering images. Why did it matter to her? She had made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with the mating bond or with him. She had no claim on Lucien Vanserra.

So why did the thought of him touching another woman make her want to scream?'

-

Set post ACOSF, Elain wakes up in Velaris to feelings that aren't her own, and deduces that Lucien must have been with someone else, and she felt it through the bond. Unsure why this bothers her so much, after a very tense Solstice dinner, she decides to confront him and gets more than she bargained for from our resident fox boy.

Forget Me Not

✨Feysand✨

"Rhys," she said softly, worry evident in her voice, "you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

"Feyre, darling," he said, his voice low and controlled despite the turmoil within him. "As much as I’m delighted by the present circumstances, I need you to tell me, plainly and simply, why you're in my bed. Why you're... like this." He gestured vaguely at her form, and she wasn’t sure if he was referring to her being naked or her being High Fae.

Her smile returned, her hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. “First of all, this is our bed. And second of all, because I’m your mate, you idiot. Did you hit your head last night or something?”

-

Rhys's drink is spiked by Keir in the Court of Nightmares and temporarily loses his memories back to when they were still UTM. He is pleasantly surprised when he wakes up with Feyre in his arms, kissing him and wishing him a happy birthday.

A gift for @herefor_researchpurposes, who gave me the prompt.

Threads of Starlight

✨Feysand✨ A collection of fluffy (and ok, a little bit spicy) Feysand one-shots showcasing intimate moments between them. Not necessarily in chronological order, just little whims I've had, prompts, and requests.

Drabbles

These will be forthcoming... eventually. I have ideas for a cute Eris x OC, some more Vanserraverse stuff, etc.

[bloodyplunder]

Day 1: Contact

Reviving an ol' abandoned wip for @azrisweek 🌹love at first strangulation.

🕯️ we summon you acotar 6 title reveal in the name of pride month and azris week🕯️

Lmk if you want on or off the tag train babes 💋@chunkypossum @jules-writes-stories @mistandmemories @g00seg1rl @irithiadourden @the-darkestminds @thesourcabbage @aleksandra25cracow @futurehunt @molcat07 @buffy-vanserra @fourteentrout @tessville @amalhe-koffee @rentfreeatticsquirrel @pippsmcgee @donnadiddadog @stargazingmellon @iftheshoef1tz @ejkreader @jolenes-library @shadowsandlint @brunetterebel010 @werehorsebite @sharkpotato @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @talibunny30 @amalhe-koffee @vnfadinglight @wovendreamscapes @hansodax @3xolara @murdershecawed @nus4y @limeandorange @tinyy-jj @gooseyjossip

[mistandmemories]

Azris Week Day One: Contact

The Mist versus Procreate saga continues… For @azrisweek 2026🔥🦇

Tagging some people who’ve tagged me (let me know if you want to be on my currently non-existent art list!):

@shadowsandlint @thesourcabbage @bloodyplunder @jules-writes-stories @plumita-d-la-sangre @olenvasynyt @buffy-vanserra @werehorsebite @lizzo78 @fourteentrout @jir67 @the-darkestminds @stargazingmellon @frostystarlight @wrraccountant @tessville @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @iftheshoef1tz @chunkypossum

[achaotichuman]

The Hybern War be like

[themadmorrigan]

WIP Wednesday - You've Got Mail

Work is kicking my ass this week, guys. BUT... in lieu of the whole chapter, which I am still editing for word choice, I can share part of a scene I think people will like, behind the cut. :)

Consider this my apology for taking longer with his chapter than I'd planned. But it IS written, as is the one afterwards. It's just a matter of fine-tuning and having at least one of my betas look at it.

“I would really like to kiss you, Nes,” he said in a low voice.  “But like I said, I—I don’t want you to get the wrong idea of why I invited you out here, like I only want one thing—”

“You don’t need to keep explaining yourself to me, Eris. You’ve been nothing but respectful, and if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't," Nesta countered softly, her eyes fluttering open halfway to stare upwards at him.

He huffed a small laugh through his nose, then rested his forehead against hers. “God. I really did plan to be a lot smoother about all this, I hope you know. I just… I don't even know how to put it. End up falling apart when you’re around?" 

Nesta chuckled, her cheeks heating up. She could feel his warm breath on her lips, and the anticipation was dizzying. “I’m pretty out of practice, too, for what it's worth” she admitted. “But do you remember what I told you at that gourd place back in Ithaca?”

By then, they were practically flush with one another. “Who could ever forget Gourdtopia?” 

She bit her bottom lip slightly, which Eris’ eyes tracked immediately; when he next caught her gaze, his pupils had blown, darkening his eyes to nearly the color of molasses. “I told you to stop overthinking.” She took a shallow breath, then added, “And while I don't have an awl this time, I’m about to—hm!”

She never got a chance to finish that statement, as Eris closed the gap between them and captured her lips with his own, swallowing her yelp of surprise.

[frostystarlight]

Eeeeeeeee it is finally happening!

[exhuastedpigeon]

Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.

[nightcourtlady17]

[nondelphic]

writing is just sitting in front of a computer and making up problems for imaginary people while ignoring your own. fun and casual hobby.

[themadmorrigan]

The Singer Addresses His Audience: Chapter 3

Banner by me! Blue music notes and staff below by @saradika-graphics!

Part 1.5 of the Or Forever Hold Your Peace series. Part 1 - We Both Go Down Together - can be found here. The prologue for Part 2 - The Harrowed and the Haunted - can be found here.

Status: Complete Rating: T (language) Relationships: Nessian, with crumbs for Gwynriel and Emorie that never quite got off the ground

Thank you to my betas for chapter 3, @chelseamorninggirl, @frostystarlight, and @gooseyjossip!

Snippet:

“What do you mean,” Azriel asked slowly, enunciating the syllables of each word slowly and crisply, “that you think the fire was your fault, Cassian?” The temperature around them dropped even further in a matter of seconds and all the little noises that tended to come with older buildings—walls settling, wind rattling the windows—paused at once. The House, it seemed, also wanted to know the answer to that question.  Instead of answering immediately, Cassian swallowed; he could feel his heartbeat kicking in his throat, the strong staccato beat of a bass drum, growing faster in tempo as the combination of nerves, shame, anger, and fear for his mate—because where in Hel was she?—continued to descend upon him. Nesta was missing. Azriel’s words echoed in his mind: Her mate abandoned her on her mating day! You can’t understand how to make a godsdamned decision to save your life! It was his fault, ultimately, that Nesta was missing. His heart beat a little faster still. He could still salvage this. He had to salvage this, even though it meant revealing secrets and insecurities that weren't his to tell, a boundary Nesta had always been very clear about. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again as a thought occurred to him. It was a firm boundary, but she had gone missing and if it was a detail that could help find her…?  Fuck it. He’d already done so much wrong that day, what was one more strike against him? “I forgot to mention to Rhys that Nesta…” Cassian finally answered after a deep breath, “That, uh, she can’t handle the sound of logs popping in a fire.”

Read Chapter 3 here!

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@lady-selenee, @frostystarlight, @azrielsdaggerpolisher, @tria1and3rr0r, @limeandorange, @nocasdatsgay, @secret-third-thing, @pinkfuneral7, @misstyfikacja, @alexof90s. @theknittingoracle, @chaol-apologist, @crazydragongurl, @renehart13657, @musty-old-claptrap, @snowwhitewithanxiety, @professorprompt, @limeandorange, @chelseamorninggirl @iftheshoef1tz, @gooseyjossip

[themadmorrigan]

Sneak preview... The Singer Addresses His Audience, Chapter 3

“I forgot to mention to Rhys that Nesta…,” Cassian finally answered after a deep breath, “That, ah, she can’t handle the sound of logs popping in a fire.”

An extended, pregnant pause followed that revelation. 

“What?” Azriel and Mor asked in unison a few moments later, startling one other. Their breaths came out in foggy puffs in the still, frigid air, fine little clouds of ice crystals that lingered for mere fractions of a second before sublimating. The House never got this cold, not even in the dead of winter; Mor shivered, and buried her hands in the folds of her voluminous silk skirts. Azriel seemed unaffected.

The general dragged a clammy hand down his face and expanded on his previous thought: “When a log pops, it startles her and reminds her of—um.” He trailed off again. On second thought, perhaps it was best that that particular secret remain hidden. “Let’s just say she has some very bad associations with that sound and the war. I don't specifically know what.”

Mor narrowed her dark eyes and peered searchingly at him. "That's a lie,” she announced a second later. 

Cassian glared at her. Fucking power of Truth. “I’ll rephrase it, then: it's not my business to tell.”

There. At least he’d managed to preserve some of her pride. The answer seemed to mollify Mor too, who glanced at Azriel and gave him the slightest, shallowest nod in confirmation.

“You didn’t think to mention that to the person who planned the ceremony?” the Shadowsinger pressed, once his expression had reset itself back to cold, blank neutrality. Mor’s hadn't; she looked at him now with vague disbelief, pressing her full lips together into a fine line and never quite making eye contact. The show of avoidance rankled at him—she was the other big reason his mating ceremony had failed so spectacularly—but now wasn’t the time. The sooner he could get Mor and Azriel out of here, the sooner the search could begin for his mate.

“Look. I didn’t think Rhys was going to use real fire—”

“Even so, you mention that kind of shit when it has that much of an effect on somebody.” Azriel brought up his thumb and forefinger to rub at the bridge of his nose. "Mother above, Cass, what is wrong with you? How could you be so fucking… shortsighted when your own mate is concerned?" 

“We'd—look. Look,” he stammered, growing increasingly defensive with each spoken word. Within his chest, the bond continued to flop uselessly every time Nesta’s name was uttered, thrashing like a fish out of water. What had she done to it? he wondered, panicked. “Nes had gotten better about being near fire and had gone long enough without an incident that it didn’t even occur to me to mention it to Rhys, all right?” Another futile flutter inside his chest. He ignored it and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly instead. "And, gods, you know… he’s been under enough stress as is between the baby, and Feyre recovering from Nyx’s birth—"

“Why do you look like that?” Azriel asked, having picked up on the shift in his expression and bearing.

“Something’s wrong with the bond,” Cassian muttered to himself, taking a gulp of spirits from his filthy glass and setting it down on the table with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “It’s… like, when I think about it, the other half is there but… not? It’s like a rope’s been cut.”

For the briefest of moments, he wondered if she'd rejected him from afar, but that was ridiculous. Wasn’t it? She clearly had wanted the same thing he did, otherwise she wouldn’t have wanted the damn ceremony in the first place. He pushed that train of thought down but unfortunately, a more alarming one popped up in its place: what had her kidnapper done to it? Gods knew a Vanserra was capable of anything—

“That sounds like faebane,” Mor supplied wearily. “Feyre told me once how it felt, and it sounded just like that. You’d know it if she was dead.”

“We need to tell Rhys—”

“Rhys is busy, like I said. He’ll let us know when he’s done with Elain and…” Azriel let the rest of the sentence drop.

Mor cleared her throat softly; the disbelief had soured into something Cassian didn’t recognize. “Before either of you say anything… yes, I’m aware of the irony of what I’m about to ask. But why, Cass, were you thinking about Rhys’ comfort over that of your… mate’s?” 

He blinked at her for a second, wide-eyed with genuine surprise, before indignation at her insinuation shot through him. He barked out a bitter peal of laughter. “What, now you’re suddenly on her side?”

Mor rolled her dark eyes. “No. I just think it's weird.”

"Well, some of us try hard to take other peoples’ feelings into account, Mor.” 

“Everyone other than their own mate’s, apparently,” Azriel muttered under his breath while Mor scoffed. 

Tags: @lady-selenee, @frostystarlight, @azrielsdaggerpolisher, @tria1and3rr0r, @limeandorange, @nocasdatsgay, @secret-third-thing, @pinkfuneral7, @misstyfikacja, @alexof90s. @theknittingoracle, @chaol-apologist, @crazydragongurl, @renehart13657, @musty-old-claptrap, @snowwhitewithanxiety, @professorprompt, @limeandorange, @chelseamorninggirl @iftheshoef1tz

[station18908]

The small voice in your head that says: "I don't need to write down every small detail of this plot idea, I love it so much, I'll remember this."

That's the devil speaking.

[chunkypossum]

OMG look! It's club rat Azriel and definitely NOT a mostly naked Azriel hiding from this app's purity team!

Whatever you do, DON'T go looking for a different version over HERE ON AO3.

WAIT! Know before you go! There are two versions, one of them is bloody and chained and torn up a little. IT'S NOT THAT BAD... but it could be to you, so look with caution.

If you look at him and don’t leave a nice comment I will actually cry.

Also, special thanks to all the Azris stories I’ve been listening to while painting this!

Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train:

@talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot  @fieldofdaisiies  @skyesayshi @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee  @yams-77 @ninthcircleofprythian  @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds  @yourlazykitkat  @shadowsandlint @acourtofbatboydreams  @mistandmemories @chairofchaos  @brunetterebel010 @astro-h0e-4azris @queercontrarian  @molcat07 @baileybird71  @stargazingmellon @hornysadfrog @ejkreader  @thesourcabbage  @tessville @jolenes-library @betweenthelines888 @irithiadourden @theiudices @werehorsebite  @skies-for-eyes-trees-for-knees @fourteentrout @frostystarlight  @nus4yy @ysmtttty   @lizzo78 @vanserreneity @krowiathemythologynerd @alexof90s  @snugglesandsmut @clarranam  @disney-acotar-hp @wrraccountant  @theeternalstruggle  @hieragalbatorixdottir  @g00seg1rl 

[erin-bo-berin]

Do we know anything about how much Eris content is going to be there? Did his va say anything about it?

I’m pretty positive the VAs at Graphic Audio have no idea how much their character is going to be involved until they get the content in front of them and even then likely are contracted to stay quiet (if they do any actual recording prior to the books being released, though I doubt it).

I think all I’ve seen him say recently is that he’s very interested to see where SJM is going to take Eris as he enjoys voicing him. I know he’s said in years past that he’s the one “villain” he’s voiced (and he’s done many) that has the biggest heart. So I think he’s like many of the readers and definitely doesn’t think Eris is a true villain.

All that being said, realistically I know the graphic audios likely aren’t gonna be released for several months after the books are published, but a delusional part of me wishes they would already start recording it because I know I’m gonna be dying to hear them on audio too 😅 I have found it interesting that on their site, there’s a note under the TOG one they were supposed to record/release this year, but it got delayed. Basically the bolded note says that the Throne of Glass graphic audio will begin recording in 2027 because Sarah is too busy with the next installments of ACOTAR to pick the VAs for the TOG graphic audio. Then they go on to make sure and note that the next installments of ACOTAR will also be produced by Graphic Audio too 🤭

Also side note, not sure if Sarah picked the ones for ACOTAR, but to whoever chose Matthew Bassett for Eris, they deserve a raise. 😌

[ominousobserversblog]

You know what would be funny, if Lucien and Azriel end up together in the next books. If Azriel realised thinking about pinning down Lucien in a blood duel makes him feel a completely different kind of emotion *cough cough *

[tiny-wins-and-gold-stars]

⭐To all the fanfic writers out there, a little gold star!⭐

[aphel1on]

never stop being obnoxious about fictional character online. you will find like-minded people and it will literally save you

[themadmorrigan]

You’ve Got Mail (Neris’ Version): A Modern Epistolary Fic - Chapter 23

Banner above, art and dividers below by: @themadmorrigan! Profile pic art and Discord template in fic by @itsblobross.

Status: Multi-chapter (in progress)

Rating: M (honestly, T is probably fine but not taking chances; still nothing graphic though)

Relationships: Nesta Archeron x Eris Vanserra (Neris), background Elain x Lucien (Elucien), Jurian x Vassa (Jassa), Helion x LoA, Feyre x Rhysand (Feysand), Emerie x Gwyn (Gwymerie)

Fic Summary: Nesta Archeron did the one thing you’re never supposed to do: text the number on the bathroom stall. To her surprise, she and the mysterious stranger on the other end have more in common than she could ever have expected.

Read Chapter 23 here!

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