#Santa Eri

[featherlikescartoons]

A Christmas-themed doodle of Izuku and Eri!

(and by doodle, I of course mean this took me eight hours)

[frances048]

Santa Eri-Two variations by Fran48

Finished my Santa Eri pic and ended up with two versions I absolutely loved so decided to post them both 😆. Created them in Procreate . Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas 🎄❄️ 

[krem-does-stuff]

Merry Christmas @fieldofdaisiies ! It's me, your Secret Santa!

I was absolutely ecstatic when I learned I got you as my giftee in @acotargiftexchange. I loved talking with you and sending all the (not so sneaky) anon messages. Here's a little modern AU Azris fanart just for you 🧡🧡🧡

[hieragalbatorixdottir]

Guess who finally put pen to paper?

It's me!

“That you?” A husky, masculine voice to his left asked. Eris’s eyes darted toward the sound. Perched atop a barstool that had been empty only moments before, a man stared up at the screen. A man that sent Eris’s pulse racing as a tingle raced down his spine. Eris took a moment to look the man over. First his eyes were drawn to the man’s hands. They were horribly scarred, bordering on grotesque. On his right ring finger, the man wore an ornate silver band with a cobalt stone. The patterns in the metal matched the tattoos winding up his forearms and disappearing under the rolled up sleeves of his black dress shirt.  The tattoos continued across his biceps, chest and shoulders, Eris assumed, because they peaked above his collar and up the back of his neck. This brought Eris’s gaze up to the man’s face and his breath caught.

Enjoy

-Santa

guess who woke up and got THIS TO THEIR INBOX🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[shadowsandlint]

Azriel, having a feeling™: ........

Rhysand: *smirking knowingly*

Azriel, still having a feeling™, but now flavored in pumpkin spice: Oh, nooo

[iftheshoef1tz]

I Come With Knives

Azris, 13k words, rated E.

A party on the continent, hosted by one of Koschei’s lackeys, goes awry. Nearly magicless, Azriel and Eris must survive on the continent together or die trying. Inspired by The Nutcracker, with a helping of Polish folk tales.

I’m so pleased to finally post this for my sweet friend, @krem-does-stuff!! I was so excited to get you for this year’s @acotargiftexchange, and I hope you enjoy it! Your theories about what my TikToks could mean had me rolling with laughter, because you were rather wrong, haha. I have so many more rat/Nutcracker-related TikToks to send you, and hopefully they’ll make (slightly) more sense once you’ve read this. I tried to incorporate all the desserts you gave me (raspberries are very important in this), and I tried to write Eris in a way that was new to me but still believable and delightfully mean.

Special thanks to @witch-and-her-witcher, @queercontrarian, and @yanny-77 for their beta skills; to Cee and Emma again for saying “send the TikTok” and holding my hand through the usual self-doubt; @pippsmcgee for shaking this fic until nearly all the present continuous fell out of it; @velidewrites for helping me translate a few things into Polish; @damedechance for helping me find something dirty to say; and, ofc, Dylan O’Brien. You know why.

Read on ao3.

Azriel stares out at the crowd, at the finery draped over every inch of this infernal castle, and he can almost pretend nothing is wrong. His leathers – he had refused to wear something more formal – creak as he shifts his weight, though it’s eaten up by the merry shouting of the crowd.

This invitation had come, bristling with glitter and tied with a ribbon, from one of the lesser noble houses of a small duchy close to the border with Rask. The duke and duchess were newly appointed and quite young, only in their eighties. Let bygones between continent and island be bygones, the invitation had crowed.

It stunk of a trap, and Azriel had come because there was no one else who could.

Rhys had Feyre, Nyx, and a death bargain no one could undo. They couldn’t spare Cassian, never mind that Nesta wasn’t ever letting Cassian out of her sight again. Mor and Lucien never figured into the equation, Lucien because he wasn’t stupid, and Mor because she wasn’t authorized by the Queen of Vallahan to go anywhere else on the continent.

It’s Amarantha all over again. None of the original players are here, of course; none of them would be so stupid. But apparently not smart enough to stay out entirely.

[mimez-meme]

All might: HO HO HO do not fear IAM HERE! Santa! To give you your presents!

Eri: all.. might?

All might: no no! Santa is here!

[bubybubsters]

A Distressing Solstice

a/n: For my lovely @icey--stars I hope you have a wonderful holiday and thank you to the amazing people at @acotargiftexchange for making this a thing!

w/c: 2000+

warnings: 🐱

masterlist

*****

Eris’s POV

Eris glanced in the full-body mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and praying to the Cauldron that nothing would go wrong. He was in a dark red vest that had black patterns covering a black shirt paired with black dress pants. It was the Winter Solstice and Azriel had invited him over to meet his family on good terms and to come clean about their not-so-secret secret relationship. Rhysand and Feyre had found out when catching the two lovers making out 30 minutes before a meeting. Surprisingly the High Lord and Lady had already suspected and was willing to hear them out. Lucien had also found out in a similar way, accidentally walking in on something he definitely never wanted to see again. Eris also knew Morrigan suspected because Azriel had dragged him halfway through Velaris to apologize and explain why he’d left her in the woods that day. If Mor knew, then all the females in the night court probably did as well. Really this was only for Cassian (because Amren always knows everything), the ‘poor oblivious Illyrian baby’ as Azriel liked to call him. Still, Eris’s nerves jangled nervously as he winnowed to the River House. Sparing a look at his watch, Eris realized he was fifteen minutes early. Oh well, couldn’t very well go back now… well he technically could…. Shaking the thought from his head he scanned his surroundings. Although he would deny it to the grave, the River House was as incredible as Az had told him. As he approached the house mansion, he glanced at the windows. Two silhouettes were too close to be casual. He smiled, happy for their love. Then, suddenly realizing one had giant wings, Eris froze, fearing what he was seeing. Creeping closer, he peered through the window focusing intently on the figure with wings. That same jet black hair. Oh no. It couldn’t be. Azriel would never. Eris’s face drained of all color as he saw his lover against the counter with Elain Archeron leaning forward to kiss him. Fire roared through his veins as his own heart broke at the sight and he thought of how devastated Lucien would be. Using every scrap of self control to not smash through the window and beat both Azriel and Elain up for their betrayal, Eris backed up. Indifferent mask falling into place as he watched their lips meet. He turned down the pathway and started the walk back to the unwarded areas. All while slamming up those steel walls in his heart and mind. Pushing his feelings into a teeny tiny box and once more becoming the High Lord. The High Lord that showed no mercy, no compassion, no joy, no love, nothing except cruelty. The High Lord he’d been before Azriel. When Eris reached the end of the wards, he looked back at the River House and without a single trace of emotion winnowed out.

***

Bright light greeted him along with the shocked face of his little brother. The day court. “Eris! I thought you were with Az?” Lucien’s slightly worried voice broke Eris’ facade of indifference. His body gave out and he dropped to his knees in the middle of Lucien’s cabin. “Eris?! What happened? What’d he do?” Eris chuckled. He loved his brother. In a weak voice he asked, “Why do you assume he did something?” “Because you’d never hurt him.” Lucien’s arms encircled him and Eris felt himself being lifted off the ground. “You love him. You would do anything for that shadowsinger. He doesn’t deserve it, but you’d still do it.” “I loved him.” The words were another stab into Eris’ heart as Lucien sat him down in an armchair. “No, you love him. You, of all people, can’t unlove in twenty minutes. I know you Eris. You’re blocking your feelings, making yourself feel nothing. It’s not healthy, you’ve got to at least have closure if you’re going to end it with Az.” Eris glared, hating that Lucien was right. His damned emissary training made him absurdly good with words. “So, I ask you again. What happened?” “Luci… Ela- Elain kissed him. Your mate kissed my mate.”

*****

Azriel’s POV

It was eleven, Eris was four hours late. He probably wasn’t even coming at this point. Azriel drained his wine, glancing towards the door once more before Feyre drew his attention. “Do you know where Elain is?” It was the fifth time the question had come up, all directed at him. “No.” He’d rejected Elain again after she’d forced herself on him. She’d pinned him between the kitchen counter and not willing to hurt her, he’d been helpless. But she’d kissed him and he knew he had to do something but his body froze. He’d shoved her off after a moment and harshly told her he didn’t want her. He’d never wanted her. She’d just been a placeholder while he tried to find someone who was right for him. And he’d found that someone. She’d run off crying. He glanced outside again and still no fiery red head. “Az?” Rhysand placed a present in front of him as he looked down and Azriel with a worried gaze. “You alright?” Azriel nodded at his brother before taking the present. Carefully unwrapping the squirrel and acorn wrapping paper, Az pulled out the present. It was a small box. When opened it was a heart locket the color of autumn leaves. Upon closer inspection Azriel noticed that the locket was broken in two. He opened one side; it had a picture of Eris staring at someone not shown with a heated, loving expression. Frowning, Azriel opened the other locket to fine a picture of him staring with the same expression at someone else. He smiled slightly, putting the lockets together to show a picture of the couple locked in a heated gaze. Looking up at Rhys, his eyes watered at the incredibly thoughtful present. “It’s lovely Rhys. I love it and I’m sure Eris would if he’d bothered to show up.” His voice turned bitter and he let a little bit of his pain show. Anger shown in his brothers eyes. “I can’t believe he stood us up. I thought he was good. Do you want to go find him?” “He is good. I’m not sure. Give it another hour, if he’s not here by then we’ll go see what happened.” Rhys nodded, smiling at his brother before moving back to Feyre’s side and tucking her into his side. Azriel’s heart clenched at the love his High Lord and Lady had. He wished for it, especially the mating bond. But it seemed the Mother had deemed him unworthy of even that. Barely minutes later, Rhysand was once again standing in front of him. “Screw it Az, let’s find that asshole.” His brother had that look on his face that said he wasn’t going to back down on this front. “Fine… just let him explain before murdering anyone.” Rhys’ grin was a slash of white, “I make no promises.” He grabbed Azriel by the shoulder and winnowed them out. The scent of fresh fallen leaves hit him and Az relaxed slightly. He opened the cabin door and stepped in, Rhys a step behind him. “Er?” No answer. “He’s not here Az. Hasn’t been for hours.” Azriel nodded, stepping back into his shadows and winnowing away. There was only one more place Eris could possibly be. Az felt a knock against his mental shields. “I wish to do this alone, Rhys.” “Then best of luck, brother.”

*****

Lucien’s POV

Lucien heard a light knock against his cabin door and sighed, already knowing who stood outside. He couldn’t believe Azriel had cheated on Eris with Elain. Of all people. He wanted to give up on Elain, to find someone who wanted him and cared enough to accept and use his damn gifts. But she was his mate and that string connecting them wasn’t so easy to block. Lucien disentangled himself from his sleeping brothers arms and silently crept toward the door. “He won’t want to see you.” Meeting Azriel’s hazel eyes he felt a surge of anger, especially at the very faint smell of jasmine and honey. The shadowsinger looked confused at Lucien’s words. “Why? What did I do?” Lucien’s brows pulled together slightly, was it possible that Eris had gotten it wrong? That the situation he’d seen wasn’t what it’d looked like? An unwanted flare of hope ran through his body. “You… where were you fifteen minutes before 7:00?” “Umm.” Realization dawned on Azriel’s face. “Kitchens. Oh. So, Eris was early and saw through the window when Elain kissed me and assumed that I was cheating on him?” Damn. He’d gotten it right away. “Yep. And now you can come in, explain you hopefully weren’t cheating on him and make it so I don’t have a brooding high lord in my getaway cabin?” “If you’d step out of the doorway.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “Do you think he’ll hear me out?” Fear and sadness laced his tone. Lucien shrugged elegantly, “good luck!” He needed wine, maybe he’d stop by the River House and take a few of Rhysand’s good bottles and be back in time to kick his brother out before he had sex with the shadowsinger in his bedroom, again.

*****

Eris’ POV

A hand shook him out of his sleep and he groaned, batting the hand away. Said hand grabbed his hand and pinned it to the bed. Said hand wasn’t just calloused like Lucien’s but also had scars. Burn scars. Eris shot up, suddenly wide awake as he looked to his side and was met with a pair of hazel eyes. “Azriel.” He jumped off the bed as the memories of why he was at his brothers cabin came back. Azriel had cheated on him! With Elain. His brothers mate! “Eris, please. Let me explain.” A hint of desperation sparked in his eyes. “No! You kissed her! You-“ “Eris!” Azriel cut him off, rounding the bed to stand in front of him. “She kissed me! I-“ “You kissed her back! You know how much she means to Lucien and you still kissed her back!” “Lordling.” Azriel pushed him onto the bed and hovered above him, pinning his wrists to the mattress. “She kissed me and it took me by surprise so I froze. If you’d only stayed and watched another five fucking seconds you would have seen me push her away and tell her I don’t want her.” Eris’ emotions spiked, “Of course I didn’t stay to watch my mate kiss another! It’d tear me apart!” Azriel stilled above him. “Mate?” That’s when the bond snapped for him and Eris felt the mating bond go taunt. Rushes of desperation, surprise and love flooded his side of the bond. “Mate.” The confirmation alone made the bond glow with life. He leaned up, even as Azriel still pinned him to the bed, placing a gentle kiss on his mates lips. “I’m sorry I ever doubted your loyalty to me… I just assumed the worst and I shouldn’t have.” Azriel’s eyes softened and his body relaxed as he let got of Eris’s wrists and collapsed on top of him. “I love you, lordling.” Azriel’s hands cupped his face and he kissed him passionately, letting the bond between them come to life with shared love. “I’m the high lord. Not a lordling.” Eris grumbled into Azriel’s chest. “But I love you too, shadow boy. A waterfall of ice cold water hit the couple and they both yelped jumping up and out of bed. Eris glowered at his grinning brother as he magically dried himself and Azriel. “You’ll pay for that, Luci.” He grabbed Azriel’s hand and started to drag him out of the cabin. “At least I won’t have the scent of your sex in my cabin for weeks again!” Azriel glanced at Eris, “That long?” Eris grinned nodding, “Longer.” He winnowed them to his own getaway cabin. “Now mate, where were we?”

*****

A/n: Thank you for making it through that… hopefully without any cringing!

taglist:

@thelov3lybookworm @stargirl1714

thank you @artists-ally for keeping me sane with promises of that one thing and suggesting a name for Az.

[fieldofdaisiies]

When We'll Be Lovers, Lovers at Last

secret santa gift for @iftheshoef1tz ❤️ @acotargiftexchange ship: Azriel x Eris type: angst (with a hint of fluff and smut) word count: 12,8k words warnings: talk about trauma, mentions of politics & WW2, mentions of homophobia, explicit descriptions, talks about illnesses summary: Entangled in an illicit and secret love affair, both Eris Vanserra, a well-known doctor, and Azriel Singer, a theatre director of East Berlin, dream of a life where their love for each other won't have fatal consequences. Amidst the turmoil of East Berlin, their dream seems elusive, yet their desire and longing for each other is too strong to stay apart.  Will their love have a chance at last? Or will the continue to bow to the regime and go separate ways in the end?

Part 1: Afraid to Get Close (Dec. 20th)

Part 2: Flesh (Dec. 24th)

Part 3: Lovers At Last (Dec. 26th)

Dear, @iftheshoef1tz I really hope you will enjoy reading the story, I most definitely enjoyed writing it for you. I can only once again say that I completely freaked out when I got assigned as your secret santa...because omg! I honestly still can't believe it, it feels like such an honour to write an Azris story for you. I hope you have the best holiday season, you deserve it. Everything else I had to say, I sent you in the message❤️ but here is some more background info on the story for you:

This story is not only inspired by the German series Charité, where one season takes place at that time, but also by the Austrian doctor Otto Prokop and another Austrian doctor and author Arthur Schnitzler who Eris is based on. In addition, Azriel is inspired by Gustav Mahler, a composer and director.

Taking into account, that you like music, and especially classical music it was soon very clear that one of them would work in the musical branch and that classical music would play a big part (not only classical, all titles and chapter titles also have song titles or parts of them). Simce I love Eris as a doctor, and Azriel also canon wise is musically talented the decision was quite simple who would be the theatre director. You offered me wonderful answers, which made it very easy for me to hopefully create a story exactly how you imagined it. Funnily, the story is based exactly in the same time you are writing a story in (I didn’t know that when I started working on the gift and most definitely not when I started planning it.)

link ao3

[20th-century-railroading]

ATSF 999704, Joliet, IL

Santa Fe 999704 was one of 50 class Ce-8's built by International Car Company in 1978.

8-29-1978

[chunkypossum]

Chunkypossum!

Popping in to say hello, I hope you are having a delightful week! I am here to inquire after your favorite tropes and themes. We all love a nice enemies to lovers story. What else? Which ones do you have the most fun reading? Which are the most enjoyable for you to write? I hope to create something you love as much as the azris community loves you! (Impossible, but I will strive for it nonetheless)

I am also excited to inform you that your gift is officially a work in progress! I fear it's running away from me. The elves and I might need to put in some overtime.

-🎅❤️

Santa I'm blushing. Let those legs grow Santa! I think that means you're having fun with it so I know that I will love it! Enemies to lovers is certainly a classic as is reluctant allies. I think if these two just fumbled their way through one trope right after another I would find myself kicking and screaming into my pillow the entire time lol.

Basically my view on tropes in fic is ...

HOWEVER, some of my favorites to read and to write include:

forced proximity

whump

injuries/injury care

proper groveling or really intense chasing arc

I love sexy and smut as much as anyone else but what realllly gets me going are those accidental brushes or stares that last too long. The almost kisses or the barely there touches

I hope that is helpful!

[yanny-77]

It's the most wonderful time of the year... the time of year when I inundate you with questions so I can write you the AZRIS FIC OF YOUR DREAMS.

Hey, hi, hello, it's me, your secret satan (or is it santa? it's still October, who knows) here to present you with my first set of inquiries.

What do you like about Azris?

Is there anything you dislike about Azris?

What's your favorite type of ACOTAR fic to read?

Are there any hard NO's or things you absolutely NEED in your gift?

Tell me EVERYTHING! There's no such thing as too much information here. I cannot wait to get started, my fingers are itching above the keyboard right now...

Hello Satan...I mean Santa!

How quickly is too quickly to answer? Because I've been sitting here refreshing my browser waiting for this all morning.

What Do I like about Azris? Well, Santa, the answer is TRUE ENEMIES TO LOVERS! I also like how messy the Eris-Mor-Azriel web is. And I like the angst of Azriel absolutely hate himself for being attracted to Eris.

Is there anything I dislike about Azris? I dislike when the Azriel ships are pitted against each other. I also don't love overly fluffy Azris. I'd prefer them to be a little antagonistic towards each other.

What's your favorite type of ACOTAR fic to read? I prefer in universe fics to modern AUs. I love Eris playing mind games and being sexy and smart. I like fics that take place in the autumn court, at least partly, and like to see how Azriel acts as spymaster. Top Eris. Vanserra brothers bonding.

Are there any hard NO's or things you absolutely NEED in your gift? Hard NOs: Nesta hate, Lucien hate, Mor hate. These three characters mean a lot to me and they get a lot of hate from the fandom. I don't need them to be perfect or 'can do no wrong,' I'm just looking for balance with my morally gray babies. NEEDS: If there's smut (there certainly doesn't have to be) I like some plot and emotions to go with it rather than smut for the sake of smut.

Hope this helps.

Talk to you soon, Santa!

[frances048]

Santa Eri sketch by Fran48

[inumakkin]

Puts this down and leaves

Look ,gfs

[hieragalbatorixdottir]

Which ACOTAR book is your favorite and why?

(pretend there's a santa emoji here. I'm on desktop)

(I'm on desktop too, pretend it's saluting emoji here)

The first one.

Hotties being hotties (Lucien, Amarantha, Lady of Autumn), Feyre being herself, Tamlin the adorable puppy he is and Rhysand actually morally grey.

The only thing I hate abt this book is, that we don't get any Eris hot moment like in acowar where he's like "We thought you might need some help" like he isn't the hottest guy on the scene.

Other than that, I kinda dislike acomaf because of the hypocrisy (author's, rhysand's, feyre's, and so on). Acofas is just weird for me to think about (at least we get Eris for a moment) and acosf is mild psychological horror (at least we get Eris).

The first one is the best and I'm kinda disappointed that KoH didn't revive Amarantha. Could've been funny (maybe the wrong choice of words, forgive me)

Hiera

[thrumbolt]

Hello ma chérie, I hope your doing well! I just wanted to say that I love your art and how innovative you are! You are an amazing artist and me personally I don't think I can even draw a figure stick so To me your like da vinci (Picasso drew distorted faces so I don't really think that's a compliment If I say picasso)

Honestly I was there when the whole drama happend and I don't why people were so pressed, I personally found it really creative and very nice. I just hope that, that didn't dim your light or make you back away from the fandom because we need people like you!! Sure not everyone is going to like it but hey, that's how the world works.

I think you're so imaginative and creative and you should continue to do what you do! I love you and I think alot of people do too!! Don't ever forget that :D!! Kiss kiss💋💋

I-Innovative? DA VINCI? You flatter me waaaay too much, but thank you for the compliment! (I have been told I need to accept the compliments I am given more, so I will try!).

It's kinda amusing I don't even know which drama you are referring to specifically, do you mean the Rhysand week drawing with Tamlin and Rhys' sister?

Either way, do not worry, it did not really deter me much! I also don't tend to hold a grudge. I shelved my other Rhysand drawing I was working on for the moment, but I will still do it eventually. Maybe for next year!

I am lucky to have so many people looking out for me and showing their appreciation (you included), so even if I get a hater here and there, I never really have the chance to even let it get to me lol. Thank you, truly!