#eris supremacy

[designerpotatosack]

Ya no fuck everything else I wanna know how a future High Lord plays

[irithiadourden]

Eris is the fucking general of Autumn's forces, Eris was the one leading them on the war with Hybern.

This post exists just to say that.

If you don't get just how sexy that is...well idk get well soon?

[def--not--me]

You mean to tell me there are people who don't spend their free time thinking about Azris...that must be so sad. Good thing it could never be me!

[sonics-atelier]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬

For @nerisweek Day 1 : Choice, Also Available On Ao3 Here.

The wind that curled through the windows of the Autumn Court manor carried the scent of smoke and ripe apples, of leaves dying in hues of glory. Nesta stood in the threshold of the drawing room, wrapped in a shawl the color of burnt umber, watching the firelight dance against the carved wooden walls. Outside, the maples blushed scarlet and gold. Inside, Eris sat slouched on the chaise, head bowed in a posture he rarely allowed himself.

She had learned, over time, to read his silences. This one was heavy—not with rage or bitterness, but with the weight of a day spent navigating the cold machinery of politics, of brothers who glared and barbed, of a father’s memory that still bled through the hallways like rot.

She crossed the room without a word. He didn’t look up.

“I hate today,” he said quietly. “I hate that I care.”

She crouched before him, her shawl pooling like fallen leaves around her knees. “You care because you’re trying to be better.”

His golden eyes met hers, the embers in them banked low.

“And what if I never change enough?” he asked, voice low, raw.

“Then I’ll still choose you,” she murmured. “Again and again.”

He blinked.

She cupped his face gently between her hands, thumbs stroking the line of his cheekbones. “Every version of you—then, now, later. I choose you.”

A kiss to his right eyelid. “For the days you close your eyes and pretend it doesn’t hurt.”

To his left cheek. “For the fire you still carry.”

His lips. Slow. Certain. “For the things you don’t say.”

His nose. “For the way you wrinkle this when you’re about to argue.”

And, finally, she pressed her mouth to the faint constellation of freckles scattered over his skin like the first touch of autumn rain. “For the boy you were, and the male you’re becoming.”

Eris exhaled a sound that was half-laugh, half-sigh. A smile broke across his face, slow and golden as dawn, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He leaned forward, buried his hands in her hair, and kissed her—forehead, temples, jawline, nose, mouth, chin—every part he could reach.

Then he pushed her gently to the rug, laughter sparking like kindling in his chest as he tickled her sides, drawing startled gasps from her, then reluctant laughter.

“You are the most dangerous comfort I’ve ever known,” he whispered, nose brushing hers.

“And you,” she said, breathless and laughing, “are the softest cruelty I’ve ever loved.”

Outside, the wind rustled the copper leaves like whispered promises. Inside, amidst firelight and the scent of spice and pine, they held each other in the golden hush between sorrow and joy, between yesterday’s ghosts and tomorrow’s hope.

And in that moment, all was well.

- @sonics-atelier 2025 ( do not repost or reuse in any way shape or form )

[erispenelopeandalittleviolet]

"We want more Female leads with self respect"

Yall couldn't even handle Eris.

Like STOP the Propaganda with her being a mean girl or an Asshole cuz god forbit a women has self respect and isn't afraid to stand up for herself.

And also she just Dosen't tolerate disrespect or wants to fix any of the trash og MLs.

She ate, slayed, devoured and left no crumps for standing up for herself.

@viiper1

[harperbrynne]

This:

Through the holes in the grate, I thought I saw Lucien’s eldest brother chuckle. Hot—so unbearable hot. (ACOTAR, pg363)

With a side of this:

Eris had his uses. Mostly one: the bubble of heat that warmed them enough against the chill winds wending through the pines of the Illyrian Steppes. Some fire magic to warm their bones. (ACOSF, pg283)

And an extra serving of this:

I opened my mouth, but a gag of fire shoved its way between my lips. It didn’t burn, but was hot enough to tell me it would if Eris willed it. Equal bands of flame wrapped around my wrists, my ankles. My throat. (ACOWAR, Ch. 13)

[vermilionskiinmorning]

Eris Vanserra

Inspired by @greenvelvetcouture's post

[berryz-writes]

Eris Vanserra [High Lord of Autumn]