Summary: In the days leading up to Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony, Elain and Lucien run into a rather…unusual predicament. A strange spell seems to have made them switch bodies. They’ll need to work together to convincingly hide their secret from the others, undo the spell to revert back to normal, and most importantly, not ruin the big day. Side effects MAY include abnormally increased levels of sexual arousal and frustration.
Notes: Rated E for silly, horny shenanigans. Body Swap. Fake Dating. Awkward idiots to lovers. Eventual smut. Thank you @olenvasynyt for the banner!
Read Chapter 5 on AO3 here
“I have a certain…reputation,” Lucien shrugged nonchalantly, even if the word was heavy with meaning. “I’m sure you’re aware of that.”
A blush speckled across Elain’s cheeks. Good gods, with Elain in his body, his face had been more red in the last few days than they had his entire immortal lifespan. With an indignant tone, Elain slapped her hands back into the dough, resuming a rhythmic motion of kneading, though with a bit more incensed force. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything—”
“It means,” Lucien interrupted, “when there is someone I am interested in, such as the mate I am finally courting after waiting to pursue her for several years, I would be expected to act a certain way.”
Or: Nesta has a bachelorette party before the ceremony. Lucien does his best not to fuck everything up.
HO HO HO ❄️🎄guess who 🫵 is on santas list 📝 this year!! Have you been naughty 😈🔥 or nice 😇👼? Only 3️⃣ months until Santa 🎅😈 comes to slide down ⏬️ your chimney 🏠 with his bag of toys 🎁😏 and maybe some fic 📚 or art 🖼️ of a special ship 💋💓🫦 just for you 💯🔥 so send 💌📲 this 🤳 to 🔟 SECRET SANTA SLUTS 👅💄👯♀️ or daddy 🎅🏻 WON’T 🚫❌ stuff YOUR stocking 💝🍑😍 this solstice 🌟✨
THIS IS A HARD ONE OH MY GOD ok ok - marry Eris, fuck Vassa (IN FIREBIRD FORM I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS HOW I GO OUT), kill Stryga (murder as a love language)
Part 1: Prince of the Harvest: Read the full version on AO3, snippet below.
6.5k words | Teen and Up | Eris x Original Male Character
Many thanks to @thesourcabbage for their amazing commission of the "Prince of the Harvest; Lord of the Bacchanal" Art Nouveau piece for this fic! To see the higher resolution version with all of the fantastic details, click here to see it on AO3. I cannot express how moved I am at this masterwork, with all of the vision and emotion of our younger heir of Autumn, and the wiser High Lord.
Part 2, Lord of the Bacchanal, will release on Eris Week Day 7.
Check out @thesourcabbage's NSFW and 18+ Bluesky (thesourcabbage.bsky.social) and Patreon accounts for exclusive content like speedpaint of this art (which will be released in a couple of days) and many other fantastic works!
Snippet below :
Eris closed his eyes, breathing in deeply the sweet smell of wheat ready to harvest. He swung his arms, free of the restriction of a court coat, to widen his chest to take in more.
He blew out his breath, grin widening as he continued his trek across the golden field. Eris adored the Autumn Court festivals. With the exception of Beron the High Lord, it was the one time of year that all fae participated in the work and the reward without regard to rank or status. This year marked a special milestone for the heir of Autumn. As he reached his adult status a couple of years prior, his parents agreed he could join the fae in the wheat fields without supervision from the Lady, his mother. He'd won his argument; if he already held official duties at Court as an adult fae, he could be trusted not to embarrass the Vanserra name at a festival.
His younger brothers complained and whined, still assigned to the fruit orchards with the Lady of Autumn, who smiled serenely at their plight. Eris and she shared a fond look over the sea of red hair at breakfast, safe in the knowledge that the younger boys would forget their frustration when let loose to climb the trees to pluck fruit for the basket-carriers on the ground.
Which brought him here, blessedly alone and anonymous in light tan breeches and nothing else but a linen shirt, ready to follow the reapers and make bundled sheaves for drying. He walked reverently through the drying grasses, listening to the rustle and swish of the stalks in the morning breeze, and feeling the fat, dry heads of the golden pods as he passed.
Read the full version on AO3
@erisweekofficial
Please let me know if you want on or off the tag list!: @pippsmcgee @chunkypossum @olenvasynyt @g00seg1rl @greenvelvetcouture @iftheshoef1tz @ysmtttty @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @mudandmire @mistandmemories @neciebee @nus4y @palomita-de-la-sangre @shadowsandlint @talibunny30 @makinglongwordsslutty @thesourcabbage @fourteentrout @eatsbooks @molcat07 @irithiadourden @amalhe-koffee
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.
-
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.
New chapter of Lost Stars is up. A small update that I realised I needed in order for the story to make sense. The next chapter is eating me alive though.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You said you had many hats for the party. Are you sure I can borrow one? I mean you are meaningful and gracious... I'm ordinary... I'm just flattered, that's all
Do you have a pretty one with feathers so I can be the prettiest Psyduck of the party?
