Historias de Erisvanserra

My name is Silene, and I am Rhysand's little sister. For 500 years, I have buried and stuffed my feelings down into the depths of my soul. For 500 years, I have smiled and nodded while my heart cracked into a thousand tiny pieces. Why? For 500 years, I watched as my mate fell in love with another woman. When he fell out of love with her, I thought I had a chance. Until Feyre became High Lady. Until her sisters came to live in Velaris. Until Elain Archeron.

Have you ever dreamed of getting into your favorite book or dating your favorite character? I will try to fulfill these dreams here. A collection of Imagine-drabbles with Y/N on the universe of the book series "A Court of Thorns and Roses".

[Gwynriel Week 2 Day 2 - Headcanons. --Eris is Gwyn's Father-- ] Azriel and Gwyn attend their monthly family dinner at the Autumn Court Forest House. Tension between her father and mate cause her to erupt with powers she has been trying very hard to keep in check.

"To her I am the storm, As I fall for her in all ways possible. May it be as quiet as the rain or as loud as the thunder , it didn't matter because I am hopelessly unapologetically hers. The only difference is I will never stop, not as the world burns to nothing but dust or as time stops flying, because even then I will love her. -Eris Vanserra "You know, I once asked him if he was an artist because they create. That is what they do , that is what I do. But he said no, which I find quite funny because in his own peculiar way he had made my life, my world better. He set the universe on fire yet not once was I burned as I loved all of him, even the parts that were broken." -Dandelion Hollowswiff Not even the Mother would have knows that the loud, cheerful, human bard would barge her way into the heart of the grumbling, trickster, fae heir of the autumn court. Who just so happens to be on a quest to find the very object that could destroy or heal the world.

Liv Vanserra had always been "Eris' twin". Never her own twin. Forced to do what her father and brother asked of her. She only fully allowed herself to become the ruthless killing machene known to most as Siren, after what had happened to Mor, who had been her only ally in the Autumn Court. And eventually, she began to enjoy it. But when Mor comes back to get revenge on Eris for what he did to her, Liv must make a choice - live a life where she can escape the horrors of her past by not making her own choices, or finally stand up for herself.

A young Illyrian women who runs away from her court only to find herself making a new family in a new court and career of music when all of a sudden she is stuck... under a mountain... with people who might recognize her from her past. She will do anything for her family she has made. The first chapter includes an introduction with a little bit more back story for my character. Pre-ACOTAR thru ACOSF All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas except my characters

Xaiden Vanserra, the sixth son of Highlord Beron Vanserra and Lady Auroa Vanserra, has been undergoing a massive task. He has partnered with a skilled Dawn court heeler to make a new type of lightweight prosthetics for soldiers that have lost limbs but still want to fight. While undergoing this massive undertaking he will discover things about himself he thought he'd buried under his skin a long time ago.

Eris finds someone who he thought forever lost.

The most incredible feeling about soul connections is that they are not new connections. They are reconnections of energy; often from a dream, or an alternative realm, a past life, an old memory, a distant galaxy, an ancient place or from ancestral lineages. The vibrational resonance signals, "Hello again, I know you." Without any further explanation needed. -Alex Myles-

t h e s w e e t e s t s o n g i ' v e e v e r s u n g w a s l e a r n i n g t o l o v e y o u t h r o u g h e v e r y t h i n g y o u ' v e d o n e a n d w h a t y o u ' v e b e c o m e b e c a u s e o f i t. - k a l i s t a a r a s e l i ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ In which the daughter of the General of the Night Court and the most powerful goddess to have ever lived, meets her red hot headed mate of the Autumn Court. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ All rights belong to SJM. Characters such as the MC and others that are not mentioned in the books or universe belong to me. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ E R I S V A N S E R R A × C A S S I A N ' S D A U G H T E R

Beneath layers of thick, insignificant letters and trade agreements, his hand closed on a sealed letter stamped with the blood-red wax of the crest of Autumn. His pulse spikes, pounding hard enough to make his vision blur momentarily. He knew before he broke the seal that whatever was inside was meant for anyone besides him. And still, his scarred fingers slid underneath the wax and tore it open. Eris. Mate. Bond. The words carved into Azriel like a blade. His knees nearly buckled, and for a heartbeat, he told himself this had to be a lie, some elaborate version of a cruel joke. But the paragraph dripped with truth. Eris's truth. And Rhysand's silence. (A/N: Yes I'm the original author from AO3. My friend convinced me to post on here too. Also I do love Wattpads comment system. Its so peak at times ;))

It is solstice time again, but things are different this year. Elain isn't finding she is walking in on dinners already started, and gift exchanges taking place. Something doesn't add up, and something hurts.

The Court of Firehearts and Burningsouls face the coldest nights of Autumn, the fires are dead and even the flickering embers have disappeared. Will the Autumn Court rise from the Ashes of Ruin and Sorrow? The broken bodies of Lovers and Mates?

ACOTAR FANDOM story of a possible mating bond between Eris and Vassa

Fresh out of grad school, drowning in debt she didn't ask for, she answers an ad that promises more money than she's ever seen. Desperate, exhausted, and with nowhere else to turn, it feels like a lifeline. All she has to do is carry a child for two strangers. It should have been simple, clinical, and entirely business. But the moment she meets them-rich, magnetic, and unnervingly attentive, nothing about the arrangement feels simple anymore. Some lines were never meant to stay uncrossed, and she's about to find out exactly which ones.

Percy Jackson was used to strange things happening to her but finding out soulmates exist and hers is from a completely different world of fae might take the blue cake. Before Amarantha's ball could take place the high lords of Prythian and their inner circles are taken to a room and are told to react to Percy Jackson and their future.

Cutthroat? Yes Annoying? Yes Tempting? Yes And the list went on..... The above list was how Lilliana Mae preferred to describe Eris Vanserra. Not her favourite prince however she had no choice but to put up with him. And don't be fooled, she wasn't also his favourite royal from the scheming winter court. But did any of that prevent Kallias from setting them up? No. .......................................................... "I sincerely apologize, for looking extremely handsome and stealing the spotlight darling." "And here I thought, you'd suck it up and apologize Vanserra."

It was well-known that Autumn Court males were hot-headed. They had fire in their veins and if you ever angered one of them, they were quick to strike where it hurt. Eris was no different, though he preferred words over physical altercations, shattering his enemy's ego without a second thought. It always amused you...until you found yourself on the receiving end after a tense argument.

it is not easy to be a female in prythian. it is even more difficult when you're the daughter of a high lord. the expectations are great, and the punishments for failure are even greater. all you have known for your entire life is falling in line. yet, when you are expected to marry another, you choose to do something for yourself: run into the arms of your mate. or, a series of interconnected oneshots surrounding the life and times of eris vanserra and his blossom.