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Eris Week | Day 5 | Enemy & Ally
Summary | Eris Vanserra is plotting again. And drinking. And pining after the winged male he desires above all else.
Cassian can't seem to get through to Nesta Archeron, whose fiery magic and sharp words cut deeper than any blade.
They come together to forget the ones they cannot have. Secrets are shared and choices are made.
All the Broken Parts on AO3
Cassian doesn’t always show, but he does tonight. He brings with him the scent of leather and freshly sharpened steel, the wild grasses of his kingdom and the wind clings to his hair.
His wings are large and beautiful in the moonlight, but only a version of the ones Eris longs to run his palm along. They’d be suede on the downstroke and snakeskin going up.
Guarded hazel eyes watch and Eris notes that the green is too yellow. They’re not quite right, but they’re almost, and enough.
Eris is always first to speak. “I’m surprised to see you slinking around, after showing up in Spring with your female.”
Cassian clicks his tongue and runs a hand through chin length hair. It’s too muddy to be called black. His voice holds weary censure. “Don’t be like that. You know what I’m here for.”
On nights like this, they’re slapped together by circumstance—two dejected males pretending the other is someone else. Their broken parts work. And meeting Nesta Archeron in the Spring Court, watching how the fierce female stood up to Tamlin, Eris understands.
Eris takes a lazy swig from the half-empty bottle. It hangs in limp hands, between his bent knees and rests heavy against his thigh. “You come here because she’s like me. I sensed her fire.”
Cassian’s face is an open book. Every emotion is present for the reading. His boots scuff along stone as he steps closer and his wings tuck behind his shoulders. Sharp talons glint above his head and Eris can almost imagine shadows twining at their points.
Did he look at Eris and imagine honeyed brown hair? Slate blue eyes in place of gold?
Eris clanks the bottle down on the flagstones. “I’m just another trapped creature, and you like pretty caged beasts, don’t you, General?” A pause. “Careful. If you stick your hands between the bars, you might get bit.”
This time Cassian grimaces. His teeth are white in the moonlight. “Eris, I meant what I said in Spring. I didn’t set out to kill your sentries. Azriel and I—”
He can’t bear to hear that name in another’s mouth. “Be careful, brute.” Coiled to strike first, he’s a proper Vanserra, will sink his teeth in and shake until any resistance stills. It’s the Autumn way.
Eris reaches for the bottle once more and studies Cassian beneath the curtain of his hair. “Perhaps you’ll tame us yet.”
Said brute crosses the remaining space between them in three fluid strides. Cassian possesses an animal grace for a male so large. Several scars from blades and brawling line his knuckles, but they are not a misery born of fire. Eris knows this misery well. It is his.
So he doesn’t blink, sway, or flinch when Cassian grasps his wrist. He’s been hit, burned, and fucked by far crueler males. Often, he is the cruelest.
The Illyrian doesn’t strike him, only snatches the glass bottle and puts it to his mouth. His eyes never stray from Eris’s face. After several swigs, Cassian hisses. The whiskey burns going down and this male is not Autumn.
He watches Eris now, eyes a little smokey, bronze cheeks flushed, then moves to sit beside him. Their thighs touch and the contact feels good. Eris does not pull away, does not know what that means. Some part of him yearns to lean in and place his head on the other male’s shoulder. Instead, he reaches for the bottle, pulls back, and drinks again.
He offers tribute through clenched teeth, “To Nesta.” One sharp word slingshot across the space between them—right to his heart.
Cassian releases a low, keening sound. How little it takes to fell a giant.
Full story on AO3
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You’ve Got Mail (Neris’ Version): A Modern Epistolary Fic - Chapter 6!
Banner and divider below by: @themadmorrigan (me!)
Status: Multi-chapter (in progress) Rating: T (sorry folks, no sexting) Relationships: Nesta Archeron x Eris Vanserra, background Elucien
Co-written by @themadmorrigan and @itsblobross!
Read Chapter 6 here!
Start at the beginning!
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.
Art for @erisweekofficial day 7- free day!
This is Eris Vanserra in Friday Night Funkin- more specifically, fnf!Eris jumping out of a plane, with spotlights searching for him. Because Eris WOULD jump out of a plane. I love him so much <3
(My process + taglists + ramblings below the belt)
(For @erisweekofficial day 6- modern/Historical AU)
Now, the once naïve boy runs a small shop for clothes. All his wares are handmade, and people travel many miles, by air and sea, to see his selection. It is widely known that no matter your style, body, or price range, he will be able to make something for you.
Eris spends his days milling around, helping customers choose the right dress or suit. By night, he stays up late with his newly discovered passion- designing clothes, and making them. When he becomes bored, he scrolls Pinterest- which only rekindles his excitement, because all his boards are different outfit designs through time.
Sometimes, he still goes into the forest, to walk the paths. Sometimes, when he comes to a patch empty of trees, he will leap across it gracefully, flying and twisting freely for those sew short seconds. Sometimes, he even lets himself long for the touch of scarred hands on his, or the comforting embrace of another.
But those times have long since passed. The young boy has grown now, he is six and twenty, and he has another dream- another life. He cannot go back.
My ballerina!Eris AU masterpost
(Ref, process, ramblings, and other below the belt)
(For @erisweekofficial day 6- modern/Historical AU)
In modern times, Eris would've learned ballet dancing. From watching videos on YouTube to learn what "pilé" and "rond de jambe" meant, to sneaking into ballet lessons that most definitely had not been paid for, he taught himself the art little by little, in scrimmaged bits and pieces. By the time he turned thirteen, he was regularly locking himself into his room at night to practice splits, pirouettes, and chassés. In a life where he takes few joys for himself, this seemingly simple exercise makes him feel alive. Sometimes, he even snuck away to be free with his passion for some stolen amount of time.
My ballerina!Eris AU masterpost
(Ref, inspo, process, honorable mentions, and rambling below the belt)
For @erisweekofficial day 5- enemy and ally
(Inspo, ramblings, honorable mentions, the process, and taglists under the belt)
Thank you so much to @erisweekofficial for organizing thie entire event!!! I cannot believe it's over already 😭
I had so much fun throughout this entire week, seeing everyone's splendid and unique pieces, exploring the moodboards and fics and fanarts <33 Everyone's contributions were all fantastic!!! I hope yall had just as much fun as me, participating in this event :]
Also!! Thank you to everyone who supported me and my works!! This community is just to gosh darn nice, I love all of you, y'all are the best 💛💛💛
Erisweek2025 was a blast <3 I cannot wait for next year!! But I will remember... every week can be Eris week if I make it that ;]
(Time for me to go back into my little hole and recover from burnout, lol 💛)