#casris

we're getting poly with it folks. just ... the vibes between cassian, Eris, and Azriel are so unheterosexual in all directions.

@erisweek2023 Day 6 - Arranged Marriage

holy shit it’s finished. that doesn’t feel real. that’s insanity 💀

epilogue for ya 

and chapter 66 (aka the stupidly long final smut chapter) if you happened to miss it x

(it’s just fic tags and summary under the cut lol)

*Both Eris and Cassian want someone else, but they're brought together in moments of desperation (background Nessian and Azris pining)

a snippet |

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Hearth light flickers across walls the color of winter pine. Old growth trees can be seen from the beveled windows and Cassian recalls Mor once likening this Court to a jewel box full of pretty sadists and smoke damage. 

Here, looking out at the citrine-ruby forest beneath a lapis lazuli sky, Cassian understands. Because surrounded by all this beauty, one with it, is Eris Vanserra. 

It’s uncanny how the male can unravel him with cruel words and even crueler silence. The only other soul to make him feel this unworthy is Nesta Archeron. It’s in her eyes: steel and thunder, the impervious tilt of her chin, that mouth—a wasp nesting in ripe fruit. 

It reminds him of every High Fae noble who’s walked through doors locked to a bastard-born, dirt poor Illyrian. The petty nostril flares and down turned lips, averted gazes and laughter behind smooth, ringed hands. 

For five hundred years, Cassian has met each blow with his head held high. He’s learned to read a room, and a Fae, because anyone who’s grown up poor learns quickly or dies. 

It’s different with Nesta. She is different. He cares too much, wants too deeply. He’s tried to open the door to her self-appointed cage, to pet and soothe. Yet she bites again and again. And only in these darkest hours, goaded into a lather by his own frustration, can Cassian admit defeat. Now, all he wants is to rattle the bars of Nesta’s loneliness and force her to see him, how hard he’s trying. 

Cassian is not the dumb beast this prince assumes him to be. Nor is he the carefree, jocular warrior his family loves. Beneath it all is uncut ambition and full throated fear. Fear that he will once again have nothing. Fear that he’ll be unable to protect his loved ones from thrown stones, jeers, and fists. 

He’ll never forget his mother’s face on that last day, eye swollen shut and lips cracked. How she’d walked with a permanent limp. He cannot remember how her foot had been shattered, nor who had done it. Only that he wished he could wake up and hurt them—again, and again. 

Now, Eris sits on the edge of an enormous bed. It is covered in silk so sumptuous it looks to be poured rather than laid and possesses more pillows than any one-headed Fae needs. The prince is all long lines and pale skin. Cassian wants to mark him, hurt him and make him cry out. 

Because this male is just like Nesta with his soft mouth that spits sharp words and eyes like ore. Their bodies are both strong and lithe—part warrior, part dancer. And their magic licks at Cassian with forked tongue and flame. 

“Strip.” Cassian’s voice is hollow and he surprises himself. He’s never talked to a lover, a bed partner—anyone he’s intended to fuck—like this. 

Eris seems surprised as well. He’s used to giving orders. Not tonight. 

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My usual Azris Taglist for this one, but please lmk if you want off |

The fact that Cassian’s favorite season is Autumn and he always mentions how handsome Eris and Lucien are, it feels like fate for him to be shipped with the Vanserra boys.

Summary: Cassian knows how to make Eris burn—and neither of them will stop, even if it leaves them both in pieces.

Pairing: Cassian/Eris (one-sided Azris)

Words: 830

Thank you so much for the help @the-darkestminds

@acotar-kinktober

Here on AO3, preview after the div

“Shut up,” he growled, one hand sliding up to grip Cassian’s throat.

Cassian only smiled—because he knew. He was fully aware he was right, and he was enjoying that power over him as much as he was enjoying Eris fucking him. His walls clenched tighter around Eris’s cock as the prince’s grip on his throat constricted, practically choking him.

Once again, they’d gone from trading words to throwing punches, only to end tangled in the sheets. And maybe, if Eris had been honest with himself, he’d admit he needed the fight almost as much as the release. And he needed it to be him.

Because this was the closest he would ever get to the true object of his desire.

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"LIZZIE IS TERRIBLE AT DRAWING ERIS WITH SHORT HAIR"

ok now that ur all hyped up you can see my inktober drawing for day 6- pierce

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(I'm so tired... taglists below the belt...)