#Fluffy!Eri

[aldermoth]

Eri Flox!

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[butch-dragongirl]

new sona new me

[bia-wayne-west]

The worst part of being bilingual is that you read something and your mind thinks it was in a certain language, then you spend hours looking for that imagine and only later discover that it was in another language.

[rapidreptile]

yursona yupdates

[hakusins]

cw // cigarettes

apparently if you scream for help in the hallways at school, he'd come to help and im just BRFBHJEHRF I WISH WE CAN THANK HIM!!

[zenkindoflove]

In other news. I've decided to work on another one-shot for Eris Week for the Hounds prompt. And yes, it did push me to name all 12 of Eris' dogs. I based my theme on the periodic table of elements. I doubt all will be featured in the fic but now I've got them in my back pocket.

[fantasyandshit]

They’re just so- perfect

Type: one shot/drabble

Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x gn reader

Based on off this request

Masterlist here

*Luciens pov*

My eyes trail them as they bounds around the room. Gods are they beautiful. Me and Yn have been seeing each other for a while now, and everyday I am absolutely blown away by them. About how I got so lucky.

As I make eye contact with them- two drinks in their hands, I feel it.

Holy shit

They’re my mate.

I look at them in their star fall outfit, my eyes wide as I tug on the string in my chest. Upon Zoning back in, I notice the cups dropped to the floor, shattered around their feet.

Without consciously realizing it, I jump to my feet and practically run to them, picking them up and spinning them around.

“Your my mate!”

“Your mate!” They laugh excitedly, snuggling into my neck as we simply hug for what feels like forever.

I feel something wet in the crook of my neck and pull away, eyes frightened. Are they sad, upset? What’s going on?

“Why are you crying? Do you not want to be my mate?”

“No! No! Gods no! I’m so lucky to be your mate Lucien! I’m crying because I don’t know how I got so lucky!” They smile wide, oh my gods their smile. It’s so amazing, it brightens the whole room, like the sun has risen early. “Your crying to you know.” I hadn’t noticed the hot tears rolling down my face till their hands wiped a few away.

I smile, my hand wrapping around their own that still rests on my cheek. It’s so soft. So perfect, just like the rest of them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Again with that smile, I’m nearly dead on the spot just looking at them. My mate. My. Perfect. Mate. I’m pulled away from my stuper as the first star falls, rushing through the sky. I turn, looking out to the sky, pulling my mates back into my chest.

As my mate marvels at the stars, I take the time to truly soak it in. Looking down at them, I can’t help the smile that spread across my face yet again.

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I slide the ring onto my mates hand, pulling them in for a kiss. It was our mating ceremony, we held it in the night court, the beautiful gardens behind us. Eris, and the inner circle sat in the stands, as well as some friends of ours. It wasn’t a huge event, only having a bout 20 people in total but it was perfect. As I pull away, I simply stare at my mate. Gods I can’t take my eyes off of them, they’re just so, perfect.

I thank the mother everyday for blessing me with a mate like them. I watch as they dance with friends, laughing in that beautiful laugh they always do, it sounds like a song I could listen to ever minute of every day for the rest of my life. They’re smiles brightens the room as they throw their head back.

I simply marvel as usual, looking back on all of our memories so far and wondering what’s to come next.

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Sorry I know it’s short! But I hope it was good! Love y’all and thanks for reading!

[theostrophywife]

safe word.

masterlist (eris x reader) author's note: this is truly the start of my vanserra era. writing eris for the first time was so much fun. let me know what you guys think because i see myself writing more of him (and possibly lucien) in the future. request: @anon Could you do a smut fix where Eris gets a little too rough and aggressive where the reader has to safeword? It could follow up with fluff or anything of your choosing!!

As soon as Eris closed the door, you knew you were in for it. 

Before returning to your bedchambers, you spent the better part of your day enduring a particularly tedious meeting with the other High Lords and High Lady. While the males engaged in their usual pissing contest, you’d grown utterly bored of whatever issue Tamlin was griping about and sought other ways to entertain yourself. Naturally, your attention gravitated toward your mate - the newly crowned High Lord of the Autumn Court. 

Eris was impeccably dressed as always in a fitted golden tunic and dark trousers that were tucked into his favorite leather hunting boots. That handsome face of his contorted into the perfect picture of arrogance, freckles smattering his cheeks and nose as he sneered at the High Lord of Spring. Atop his luscious red locks sat the gilded circlet of leaves that had been passed down in the Vanserra family from generation to generation and you'd be damned if you said that your mate didn't look absolutely sexy as fuck donning his crown.

With Beron gone, Eris was finally free to drop his cruel act and began working towards changing the Autumn Court. This meeting was the first step to establishing peace and solidifying alliances between the other courts. For the first time in five centuries, the Forest House had opened its doors to welcome outsiders. Though everyone in the fox’s den was expected to be on their best behavior, your fingers itched to send a jolt of magic across the table if only to stop Tamlin’s incessant whining. 

Your mate’s amber gaze settles over you to convey a silent reminder that maiming one of your guests was entirely out of the question. However tempting it may be. Eris squeezes your hand underneath the table and places it on his lap. You sigh, leaning against the high backed chair with a pout. 

An amused grin curves through your mate’s lips as he twines his fingers through yours, squeezing gently with a promise to reward you in the bedroom later for your patience and cooperation. As the High Lady of the Autumn Court, you made sure to play the perfect host. You stood by Eris and attended every meeting, voicing your opinion and bonding with the ladies from the other courts. While you were more than happy to rule beside Eris, your duties and responsibilities had taken considerable time away that you could be spending in bed with your mate. 

Needless to say, the balance of work and play desperately needed to be restored. What better time to sway the scale to your favor than the present?

While staring straight ahead, you rake your long fingernails over your mate’s thigh, inching towards the front of his breeches while Eris went utterly still underneath your touch. Eyes like molten honey flash to the side of your face, but you ignore the warning simmering in them and continue watching Rhysand rip into Tamlin with rapt attention. An iron-clad grip takes hold of your wrist as Eris leans over to you, speaking so lowly that only you could hear the reprimand in his voice. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, little fox.” 

A living flame ignites in your veins, making the scarlet corseted dress you were currently wearing feel suffocating. The words only serve to further challenge you while you continue on your war path with determination, rubbing the inside of Eris’ thigh with slow, agonizing movements. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see your mate struggling to maintain his composure. Eris barely bites back a growl as your wicked hands palm the bulge at the front of his pants. His cock twitches in response to your touch and a heady sense of satisfaction washes over you, knowing that you were the only one who could elicit this type of reaction from the High Lord. 

You rub at his erection while answering whatever question Azriel asked to your right, laughing as the shadowsinger responded with a dry comment underneath his breath. A pang of jealousy jolts through the bond you shared with Eris, but you only shoot him the most innocent of smiles as he glowers at the male seated beside you.

It didn’t take long before Eris called an end to the meeting. As your guests dispersed, your mate led the way to your bedchamber in silence. You could practically feel the simmering rage radiating off of him in waves while you walked side by side. 

He opens the door to your shared bedroom, locking it close behind him before stalking towards you with a predatory gaze. You swallow thickly as Eris backs you up against the wall, placing both palms on either side of your head as he roughly turns you over. He grinds his erection into your ass and you inhale sharply, forehead falling slack against the walls of your bedroom. 

“Do you think it was acceptable to act like a spoiled rotten little brat in that meeting?” Deft fingers angrily unlaced your corset, releasing you from the constraints of the fabric as Eris nearly ripped the delicate lace to pieces. 

Gone was the playful gaze of your mate, replaced by the punishing tone of voice he reserved when you were being especially bratty. Eris didn’t use it very often. He wasn’t fond of being stern with you. Most of the time, he treated you like an absolute princess. Eris loved you more than his court and his crown combined and went to great lengths to ensure your happiness came before his own. The male would move mountains for you if you asked, but he also wasn't opposed to disciplining you when necessary.

Eris hisses into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as his chest presses against your bare back. “Rubbing at my cock because you couldn’t wait five fucking minutes?” He tore off your bustier and threw it over his shoulder, exposing your bare breasts while he cups them in his hands. “And smiling at the shadowsinger? Are you trying to drive me entirely insane?” 

The male sinks his teeth into your shoulder, sucking harshly and no doubt leaving a large purple welt on your skin. “I- I’m sorry,” you whine, craning your neck to meet his gaze. 

The wicked grin that spreads across his handsome face was purely feral. “No, you aren’t,” he states with a dark chuckle. “But you will be once I’m done with you, little fox.”

Heat spread straight to your sex at his words. Eris wasn’t one to use threats, but the High Lord always made good on his promises. And judging by the wicked glint in those amber eyes, you were in for the fucking ride of your life. 

He pulls down your skirts harshly, discarding them nearby as he carries you to the edge of your bed. He perches himself against the headboard, beckoning you with one finger. 

“Come here,” he commands with pure authority. You scooted over on your knees, but Eris held up a hand. “Not like that. I want you to crawl to me, princess.” 

Shit. You were truly and absolutely in for it tonight.

You drop down on all fours, crawling on the soft mattress as Eris watches with lust blown eyes. While you were entirely exposed, your mate was still fully dressed as he pulls you into his lap. He cups your ass, giving your right cheek a light smack before he positions you in front of the headboard. 

Eris produces the laces from your corset and ties your hands at the base of the bed before unbuttoning his pants behind you. You whine at the obstructed view, wanting to see your mate, to feel him underneath your hands, to taste him on your mouth. 

“Eris, please. I need you,” the neediness in your voice echoes through the quiet room, eliciting a chuckle from your mate.

“Too fucking bad. You should’ve thought of that before teasing the absolute hell out of me. Now you can watch me get myself off and then maybe I’ll think about giving you what you want.” 

He could smell the desperation and arousal in the air, could see your dripping wet cunt spread out before him like a feast, but he wasn’t about to reward you after the little stunt you pulled earlier. Eris released his cock from the front of his trousers, rubbing up and down his length as he pleasured himself to the sight of you bent over on all fours. 

The squelching sound of flesh against flesh made you press your thighs together. It was excruciating watching him pump himself mere inches away from you. You wanted his cock in your hands, your mouth, your cunt, anywhere and everywhere that your greedy little heart desires, but you could tell that Eris was going to make you work for it first. 

You crane your neck and watch as your mate’s head tilts back, revealing the column of his throat, lips parted slightly while your name slips out of his mouth with ease. You were aching with absolute agony as he got himself off, making irresistible sounds of moans and pants as he chases after his release. Eris groans deeply as he cums, positioning his tip so that his seed trickles down your already dripping wet cunt. 

He teases along your slit, spreading his own arousal over your sex while you buck your hips against him. Eris grips your hips so tightly to the point that you could feel the indents of his fingers searing into your skin. 

“Do that again and you won’t be getting any relief out of me tonight,” Eris says. “I decide when to fuck you, little fox. Do you understand?” 

You nod, letting out a shuddering breath. “Y-yes.” 

Eris trails his fingers down your spine as his fire skitter over your skin. Goosebumps cover your entire body as flames dance along your back only to settle its warmth in between your legs. Your pussy throbs as his fire kisses your wet core. 

“Yes, what?” he demands in an authoritative tone.

“Yes, daddy.”

Eris smirks. “Good girl.” He kneads your ass with his fingers, kissing the back of your neck before gathering your hair in his hand. “Maybe I will give you what you want, after all.”

“Please,” you plead in a breathy moan. “Please, Eris.”

Your mate leans over, pressing his erection over your wetness. The friction almost made you roll your eyes into the back of your head, but you didn’t dare rub against him for fear of awakening his anger again. “Did you learn your lesson?” 

“I did. I’m sorry for teasing you.” 

Eris grinds his hips into yours and you bite back a moan. “It doesn’t feel so nice when you’re on the receiving end, does it?” 

“No-please, Eris. I want you. I need you.” 

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” his breath fans over the crook of your neck while he sucks harshly at your neck. “You know I can never deny you, princess.” 

In one swift move, Eris plunges himself into your wet pussy. Your walls clench around his cock as he snaps his hips into yours, fucking you relentlessly from behind while you cried out in sheer pleasure. He grips the back of your thighs, pressing your legs together so he can thrust into you at a different angle, increasing the punishing tempo as the pressure builds in your lower abdomen.

Eris changes it up, slowing his pace as he watches his cock slide in and out of your pussy. The squelching sound as you squeeze around him fills the room as does the smell of sex. It stifles the air around you as you beg Eris for more, head falling slack against the headboard. Your mate props a pillow up to prevent you from hitting the wooden bedpost and continues the painstakingly steady pace of his thrusts. 

“Fuck,” you curse, whining as Eris pulls out of you once more. “Can you fuck me harder, daddy?” 

Eris growls and obliges your request, rutting into you roughly while tears prick the corner of your eyes. He pulls your hair as he fucks you further into the mattress, sweat dripping at your back while he pounds you again and again. You could feel your orgasm peaking as that familiar warmth spread through your body. But just as soon as you were about to reach that sweet release, Eris completely withdrew himself from you. 

You whine at the loss of contact, droplets of tears and sweat coating your skin while you look back at your mate. Eris grins, shifting you over to the edge of the mattress while he rose to standing. You watch as he undresses, his russett locks gleaming against his toned figure while he looms over you. The view from this angle was entirely upside down and you could only see Eris from the knees up as he strokes your lips with his thumb. 

“Open up, princess.” 

You do as you’re told and Eris slides his cock into your wet mouth. As he bucks his hips against you, the taste of your own juices fill your mouth, but you’re too busy gagging on his length to focus on anything else. Eris triggers your gag reflex over and over and again while he throat fucks you. He swears as you choke on his length, saliva pooling at the corner of your mouth as he continues thrusting between your lips. 

“Fuck, I need to be inside that sweet cunt of yours again.” 

Flames curl through your wrists and ankles as Eris uses his power to shift you on the mattress so that your legs are dangling over the sheets. Without warning, he spreads your legs and buries himself inside of you again as though he never left. Your breasts bounce as your back arches off the bed and Eris takes the opportunity to take a nipple between his lips, swirling and sucking until you’re practically seeing stars. 

With your legs wrapped around his waist, flames flickered through your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. The fire was warm, but not uncomfortable. If anything, it only heightened your pleasure. The head of his cock hits your cervix at just the right angle, but just as you were about to climax, Eris pulls away once again. 

You almost cried in frustration. Eris had denied you two orgasms in a row and you had a feeling he was only getting started. You didn’t know how much of this you could take, but you weren’t about to stop now that you were so close. 

As if reading your mind, Eris pauses and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Remember to use our safe word if it ever gets to be too much, alright princess?”

You nod, sitting upright. “I remember.” 

Eris smiles fondly as you cup his cheek. “Will you please kiss me?” you ask shyly.

Your mate responds by bringing his mouth to yours, lips melding together as he tastes every inch of you. He pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling him, breasts pressed firmly against his chest while your fingers take through his russett hair. It doesn’t take long for the fire to awaken again as his tongue prods into your mouth, fighting for dominance as he holds the back of your neck in place. 

Eris flips you over, growling as you tug his shirt over his head. As you prop yourself up on your elbows, you take the opportunity to trace his perfect torso, the defined lines of his solid chest and perfectly chiseled abs warm underneath your fingertips. Your mate kisses your cheek before his fire snakes through your wrists. 

“Only good girls get to touch,” he teases with a low, husky voice. “I’m not done punishing you yet.”

Without warning, he fills you up once again. Your pussy throbbed as he fucks you roughly, his hand clamping around your throat while his thrusts kept a punishing rhythm. Fire snakes around your nipples, its warm thread extending all the way down to your clit as Eris drives you to the brink of release. As your head draped over the bed, you felt a wave of exhaustion hit you all at once. The combination of Eris filling you again and again while his power stimulated your most sensitive areas was too much to bear. 

Tears prick your eyes as you gasp for breath, feeling as though your senses were drowning with too many sensations all at once. 

“R-red. Red! Red!” you pant as droplets of sweat blur your vision. 

At the use of your safe word, Eris stops his thrusting and kneels beside you. The domineering male from a few seconds ago was completely gone and in his place was the concerned gaze of your mate as he brushes your hair back. You didn’t know how badly you were shaking until Eris was cradling you against his chest, rocking you back and forth as he rubs soothing circles onto your skin. 

“Are you alright, princess?” Eris asks softly, brushing his knuckles over your cheek as he examines your features. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No,” you breathe, shaking your head. Eris could never hurt you. Though the sex could be rough soemtimes, your mate knew your limits and didn’t push unless you specifically asked him to. “I-I’m sorry. I just got a little overwhelmed.” 

“Don’t ever be sorry, my love. We have a safe word for a reason. Even when I’m punishing you, I always want the experience to be pleasurable. The minute sex becomes uncomfortable or painful, I want you to tell me just like you did now.” 

Eris kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and your jaw, making you smile. “I’ve got you, princess. I will always make sure that your needs come first. You know that, right?” 

You nod. “I do, Eris. You always take care of me.” 

Your mate grins. “And I always will. You are more precious to me than my court or my crown. I love you, princess. Don’t you ever forget that.” 

“I love you too, Eris,” you kiss his cheek, grateful that the Cauldron gave you the most thoughtful, caring male as your mate. “You’re the best husband, mate, and High Lord anyone could ever ask for.” 

Eris chuckles. “It’s not so hard when you’re by my side,” he shifts you in his lap and gently kisses your shoulder. “Now how does a bath and cuddles sound?” 

“Like the best damned thing I’ve heard all night.”

[chunkypossum]

Azriel x Eris

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- Happy Holidays! Special thanks to my favorite little urchins and gremlins for throwing an eye on this and helping me. Love y’all!! @pippsmcgee @born-to-riot

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Winter Court for Solstice, Autumn for the Equinox, Night for Starfall. While every court had their own holiday they celebrated with the rest of Prythian, these three were the most anticipated.

The purpose of these holidays, officially, was the promotion of peace and goodwill between courts. The idea was that everyone had a chance to show off their hospitality in the wake of the age of war ending with the fall of Koschei. Feyre Cursbreaker, High Lady of the Night Court and first High Lady of Prythian, spearheaded the campaign that quickly caught fire among the direct allies of the Night Court. With the help of her sisters and the High Fae that owed her a life debt many times over, she managed to construct a simple but elegant way forward. Officially, that is.

Unofficially? A true High Lord is nothing if not incredibly vain. Not only did the courts try to one up each other with their respective holidays, they also tried to beat out their own parties from the year previous. Fae lived a very long time, which meant this could get out of hand quickly and three years into the new tradition, it had already started to.

On an unused piece of property, deep in the arctic wilderness, Kallias had constructed a massive five-story ice castle just for the evening. In the way that only high fae can be dramatic, winnow points were erected outside in the blistering cold. That way, when guests were received into the foyer, they could bask in awe and warmth under the cathedral ceilings laced with the ethereal blue light of glow worms. The space was dripping in frivolous luxury. A massive fireplace was situated on the right hand side, its mantle and threshold also seemed to be made of ice, though more opaque than the shining floor and ceiling with its sparkling icicle stalactites hanging from intricately carved beams. The spelled fire within changed colors every few minutes to the delight of those mingling in the space before entering the main hall. Elaborate designs were carved on the surface of the walls from floor to ceiling. They depicted great winterscapes, forests of life size, towering pines, bear drawn carriages sledding through the snow, and so much more.

On the left side of the room were ornate, magically formed displays. Wilderland beasts made of ice carrying trays on their backs or in their paws holding layers and layers of glasses filled with sparkling liquids in bright blues, puffy pinks and simmering champagnes. The displays had tailored cards to match each type of drink with tiny descriptions in the corners and important disclaimers that stated each spell's expiration times and who exactly to find if you needed one immediately removed. Most were labeled alcoholic and not suitable for children warning teenagers of the dire consequences for trying to sneak one away. All of them had fantastical sounding magical effects and despite the warnings, more than one teenage youngling was seen skirting away various drinks to try with their friends.

Navy blue and glittering for staying light on your feet and moving with the grace of a swan on the dance floor. Cerulean for side stitching fun as you become the funniest person in any given crowd (what happens when two or more people drink it in the same group? Well, that’s probably what the emergency instructions are for). Bright pink for adding a layer of glamor over yourself and getting anyone you want to beg you for one dance. The more curious ones had simple labels with seemingly higher alcohol content. Rose for bubbles, glitter or flowers, champagne for weather, baby blue for … hair? From there, they only got more ridiculous with the most absurd listed on a sign by the doors leading into the grand space. It promised floating bubble shots that would do anything one could think of from making you glow in the dark to giving you a high, squeaky voice.

After guests warmed themselves and chose their drinks they were ushered through a set of carved, ice doors at least 25 feet tall and marked with thousands of stars. The foyer was impressive to say the least but the sight that greeted people as those doors opened onto the rest of the castle left many breathless.

Winter, besides being fucking freezing all the time, was known for the animals that eagerly worked alongside the High Lord. There was a special understanding between the Court and the creatures that inhabited it. So much so, that one could often see snow white hares delivering mail or great polar bears donning armor for battle. This year, Kallias and his Lady Viviane had employed every manner of beast to take part in the festivities.

Caribou sentries flanked every doorway, adorned with crystal collars and antlers that shined like freshly fallen snow. Arctic foxes, hares and little ermines jumped, ran and skirted around the ballrooms, playing with the fairy children and earning more than a few giggles from the adults as well.

The first floor was nearly completely overtaken with a dance floor. At its center grew a live evergreen tree which the castle had been built around. The floors above had been cut to accommodate the height which could have been 100 feet or more. Its boughs were laden with snowflake garland and colorful bubbles of ice. Where it wasn’t crusted over with the gem like baubles, snowy owls sat perched in masse. As they preened and fluffed their feathers, shaking the branches, the snow and orbs, lit from within with their own special magic, shook and shimmered, clinking together like little diamond bells.

Polar bears with golden harnesses offered sled rides around the ribbon of ice on the outer edge of the dance floor and white wolves heralded important arrivals with their haunting calls. Spelled against the animals, everything was pristine and smelled like iced cranberries and supple, fresh winter evergreens.

It wasn’t hard to tell who had tried what drink, the evidence of the spells wafted around each person and through the air. Much to the horror of the teenagers who had snuck drinks, not only did the magic sense their age and nullify the alcohol, but once drunk, it made them confess one of their most embarrassing moments to anyone that was near. The space was full of bubbles, and tiny storm clouds that spat soft snowflakes. Some fairies were trailing glitter or flowers in their wake while others were running around chasing their friends to touch their hair and turn it pink or make them grow a temporary beard. Squeals of delight could be heard from every corner.

Eris was eternally grateful for his own foresight as he pulled a flask of whiskey from an inner pocket of his velvet lined coat. He had declined to choose from one of the prepared cocktails, refusing to look too foolish, at least this early in the night. Having stopped reading the information cards after hair, he didn’t dare go near any unfamiliar bubbles floating in the air.

Though Eris would never admit to it, secretly, he thought some of it looked quite entertaining. Namely, he would love to send a little rain cloud over the top of Helion’s head.

“So that’s what ‘hair’ meant.” A gruff voice sounded next to the Autumn Prince where he had taken up residence at one of the tall tables near the sidewall.

“Lucien.” He greeted, without turning. Eris kept his eyes trained on the dance floor, inclining his head only slightly.

“Don’t drink those.” Lucien said with a shudder as they both dodged a violet bubble with liquid inside. “I’m not sure what all of them do but I’m pretty sure the purple one makes you sound like a mouse.” Eris raised a well manicured eyebrow at his brother before turning away, dismissing him.

Unbothered by Eris’ obvious snub, Lucien asked, “Where‘s dear old dad?” He noted Eris curiously tracking his tumbler of clear liquid as he set it down on the table top and added, “Vodka. There is a normal bar on the second floor.”

“Father sent me alone to represent the Autumn Court this evening. He was feeling rather ill.” Eris took a sip off his flask before returning it to his emerald coat's inner pocket.

“Is that so?” Lucien said suggestively, turning to face Eris fully.

“Believe it or not, I had nothing to do with it.” Eris replied simply. Normally, he wouldn’t bother engaging Lucien, even at these more relaxed events. His brother, who learned well from Eris himself, was just looking for information he could exploit. Lucien didn’t actually care to talk to Eris otherwise. Pretending it was any other way would only lead to heartbreak down the line. That’s what he kept telling himself, anyway.

“Suppose I do believe you. Would you return the favor and trust me about something I’m about to say against my better judgment?”

Eris didn’t turn to him. The only sign of his curiosity was the slight twitch in the tip of his pointed ear.

“Depends.” He murmured.

“You know brother, as much as you piss me off, when it is time… I’ll be there.” They both stiffened at the words, too close something they both needed but neither was willing to properly provide just yet. Lucien added in a barely audible whisper. “Somehow, I’ll always end up in your corner.”

Eris huffed a disbelieving laugh and shook his head slightly. He didn’t have it in him to hash anything out with family tonight. This evening was meant to be about the absence of family, at least the one he was born into. So, he let the words go as if he hadn’t heard them. Giving Lucien and himself the benefit of ignorance for a little while longer. If he hadn’t, there would likely be a brawl before midnight.

As it turned out, Eris, even without the help of a special cocktail, was in a rather good mood that he didn’t want spoiled. His father really was sick and with any luck, the cold he caught would kill him. For the present though, it just meant that Eris was allowed to come to a party, unescorted. Any excuse to be out of the damn forest house without his father was good enough, but one with the promise of something more was especially exciting. Eris’ eyes roved over the dance floor, lingering in the darkened corners of the room, searching.

“Looking for someone?” Lucien asked just a bit too casually. Eris finally turned his eyes towards his brother. It had taken every ounce of his grace not to bite his head off for presuming they could have a brotherly chat like Lucien hadn’t spent the last few centuries dragging his name through the mud. It would take a whole lot more patience than he had to continue to provide him with that kind of privilege.

“What do you want?”

Lucien shrugged before turning to watch the dancers once again. His smirk was anything but innocent. “I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“Why?”

“You’re impossible.”

“Hmm. Quite.” Eris hummed, turning away again and taking another sip of his whiskey.

“Fine, I’ll take the hint, but after you’ve had time to imbibe a little more, I expect you to be nicer to me.”

With a wave of Lucien’s hand, a tumbler full of whiskey appeared in front of Eris. He took it gingerly in his hands and before he could react, Lucien used his own glass to toast them both before sauntering off into the crowd. Unable to help himself, Eris smiled after his brother. He was so used to having to keep a tight leash on his emotions that he sometimes forgot that he could talk to Lucien again. Even though the male didn’t actually want to have anything to do with Eris, at least not anything real, it was still a nice feeling, if not a strange one. One day, he would get used to it. Someday, it would feel natural.

The more Eris drank and the longer he stood there at that table, the antsier he became. He was a social creature after all and sitting idly by while a party went on around him did not suit him well. After nearly an hour he began to make the rounds.

The host and hostess were out mingling with their guests and when an alcohol soaked Kallias spotted Eris he clapped him on the back and invited him to join the conversation he was having with Thesan. The conversations flowed easily enough and the company was pleasant but the longer Eris was at the party, the more irritated he became. It seemed like every time he turned around, there was another face greeting him and never the one he wanted.

After Kallias had been beckoned away by his wife, Thesan and his lover had taken Eris onto the dance floor which he tried heartily to decline. They weren’t hearing any of it and just when Eris thought he might be able to get away, Elain of all people cornered him and asked him for a dance as well. Lucien may not have wanted a real relationship with him but his mate still tried very hard to include Eris. To anyone else it might have felt like a sweet gesture. Eris just tried very hard not to be rude about how suspicious it actually made him. It wasn’t her fault after all.

Chatting with him idly, Eris got the feeling that Elain was not exactly there just to keep him company. She kept him busy well past what would be considered appropriate which is why he almost didn’t feel the eyes on him. Almost.

Towards the end of their third dance, Eris sensed that someone had been staring at him. The back of his neck felt hot and he swiveled the two of them expertly around the dance floor in search of that stare.

“I’m boring you.”

“Hmmm.” Eris agreed, completely distracted by his search.

Elain giggled softly, breaking Eris out of his trance and he looked down at the small female and flushed.

“Oh, no. No I -” He blew out a breath and tried again. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted this evening.”

“I was told you might be.”

Eris raised a brow in question but Elain just shook her head and smiled.

“Very well then.” Eris grinned down at her. “You have my full attention for the rest of this song.”

“How generous.” Elain replied, the sarcasm sounded unfamiliar on her tongue.

“I did apologize.” He joked.

“Well, make it up to me properly. Tell me something embarrassing about Lucien.”

Eris’ heart panged in his chest when he thought about his brother in that way, like they were still family.

“You know little Archeron…” Eris began as those wide doe eyes looked up at him in question. “Lucien and I, we’re not -“

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand in his face making him blink. “He will come around, just leave it to me. You’re my brother now too, whether that sardonic grump likes to acknowledge it or not. I promise to always help you two find common ground.. And… I’d like to be your friend too.”

She looked away sheepishly and Eris, despite himself, smiled at her earnesty.

“I’d like that.” He replied gently.

“Besides, I think the pair of you are far closer to being what you would like to be to one another than either of you idiots are willing to see.”

Eris looked at her in surprise and laughed. Elain was turning pink around the tips of her ears. It dusted the tops of her cheekbones prettily and Eris sighed. He knew Elain was trying and it was a gesture he appreciated so he obliged. Just this once, he told himself.

However, the bastard’s ears must have been burning because as soon as Eris uttered the words “Have you heard about the time he tried to impress a date by putting on my mother’s-” Lucien appeared out of thin air and cut in to sweep his mate away. With a wink towards Eris’ they turned into the crowd of other dancers and were gone. The slightly annoyed and crestfallen look on Elain’s face made him laugh softly to himself as he turned to leave.

Of course he couldn’t be that lucky.

Eris spent the better part of another hour being twisted and turned by what felt like every pair of hands in the room except the pair of roughly scarred hands he really wanted.

Per usual, Eris was pleasant enough, able to fake his way through niceties, even going so far as to actually enjoy himself more than once. Helion even managed to get a light laugh out of Eris when he grabbed the wrong drink and accidentally turned his hair fuschia.

Finally spotting a pair of leathery wings headed straight for him, Eris’ eyes narrowed. They were entirely too small to be the ones he was really looking for but they would lead to the bigger version all the same.

“Hello little prince.” Eris crooned, smiling. He crouched down to eye level with the 6 year old.

“Momma told me to come find you.” Nyx said in a practiced way that made Eris laugh with disbelief. No wonder he could feel eyes on him all night. Eris was being baited.

“Oh she did now. Well, if you want me, you’ll have to catch me I suppose.” Eris tousled the little guy's hair and stood up swiftly, gaining a few feet in retreat before Nyx caught on.

“Wait! Come back!” He giggled, nearly tripping over himself to catch up to his target. Eris, careful to keep a balance between staying ahead of Nyx’s grabby hands and not losing him in the crowd, wove in and out of the dancers towards the giant tree in the middle. Because he wasn’t paying enough attention to his surroundings, Eris nearly careened right into someone carrying a tray of those spelled cocktails. He quickly ducked around them, snatching one of the rose colored ones, downing it in one gulp.

Eris, smiling, made a show of tumbling backward before sitting with his legs crossed under the tree. Nyx came barreling towards him, the look of concern from Eris’ fall quickly turning to a toothy grin. When he collided into Eris’ lap the elder male broke out in a fit of laughter. Accompanying the sound, his laughter was made of pink and gold bubbles spilling out from between his lips. They tasted like sugar. Nyx squealed in delight trying to catch as many of them as he could.

The laughter felt good and Eris knew that it meant he had already had entirely too much to drink but he was safe here tonight and could indulge in the things his heart yearned for. Playing with this child that he hoped someday would be a real part of his family, was one of those things. Nyx was the easy one in the family, as was his mother. Eris enjoyed their company plenty and didn’t hold out much hope for the rest of them. He sighed as those deprecating thoughts wound their way through his brain. That was ok, it’s not like he needed everyone’s approval. Eris was used to having a certain version of himself attach to people in a way they couldn’t easily shake.

They all lived such a long time. Maybe someday it would be different.

Animosity aside, incredibly the only actual unsafe people in all of Prythian were Eris’ father and some of his brothers. Perhaps there were a handful of spies watching the soft way Eris played with the youngling that would love to sell this kind of information back to Beron but Eris couldn’t be bothered to worry about them at the moment. When his family was absent he felt free to goof off and enjoy himself. No one at the party paid him any mind except for that incessant pair of hazel eyes he could feel boring into him but couldn’t yet see.

“You caught me!” Eris exclaimed, making a show of covering his wounded heart. Every word was laced in bubbles and Nyx couldn’t stop laughing. When the bubbles began to coat only every other word, then once a sentence slowly ebbing away, Nyx finally had a chance to calm down. The tiny sprite stood up with all the audacity of his Night Court heritage and grabbed a hold of Eris’ wrist.

“Come on. You’re my prisoner now.”

“Well, fair is fair I suppose. You caught me so I must go with you.” Eris groaned as he stood up, his movements purposely sluggish. Nyx was not impressed and tugged hard on Eris’ arm, grunting with the effort it took to pull him along.

“You let me catch you.”

“Did not.”

“Yes you did.” The little terror sounded smug about his catch either way. They went back and forth like this all the way across the dance floor where Feyre was waiting, drink in hand. She was holding back a smile and winked down at her son who beamed proudly as he presented his prize to his mother.

“I see you’ve finally deigned to make an appearance.” Eris said, bowing to the High Lady of the Night Court. When he stood back up he looked around the room for the rest of the Night Court, for one person in particular.

“Oh.” She smiled wryly right back at him. “We’ve been here the whole time, we were just ordered to stay quiet and hidden.” She glanced casually down into her glass before bringing it up to her lips, her smile widening.

Eris' mouth fell open slightly. “That little-”

“Language.” Feyre chided, glancing down at the little boy still attached to Eris’ wrist. His mouth popped closed and Eris huffed through his nose instead picking up the runt by the ankle and holding him upside down.

He scrutinized the dangling child, squealing his head off and poked him in his stomach where his shirt had ruched up. “Well, do I get the privilege of his company? Or do I need to take a hostage?”

“Put me down!” Nyx swung a fist out in vain, giggling through his aggression. “Momma Help!” He added when Eris did not immediately put him down and began tickling him instead.

Eris smiled gently as he pressed Nyx into his mother’s reaching arms. “Well, “ He sighed. “There goes my bargaining chip.”

“Uncle Az is-” Feyre pressed a hand against Nyx's traitorous mouth and laughed.

“Nyxie! Your uncle has worked very hard this evening. Don’t spoil anything.” She laughed. The image of this tiny fae female wrestling her, not so tiny 6 year old made Eris wistful with longing for his own mother, who had never had the chance to play with her children in that way.

It was a reminder at how different things were going to be for the next generation of fairy children. Eris knew he would make sure his own children would never have to endure the psychological and physical abuse that he had to grow up with.

Feyre glanced up from the mass of wings and giggles that was her son and saw the bittersweet look on Eris' face. She smiled softly at him and set Nyx back on his own two feet.

“Ok my Nyxie, time to go keep auntie Elain company.”

“Wait!” The little imp yelped, running over to Eris. He gestured for the male to bend lower so he could whisper in his ear. Feyre eyed him suspiciously but allowed him to continue.

Eris bent low and winced when the prince’s secret was not as quietly whispered as Eris was sure he intended. “I promise to help you gang up on uncle Az forever.” Feyre grimaced slightly but quickly smoothed over her features into a simple smile. Eris on the other hand grinned like a wildcat at the little one’s promise.

“I’ll hold you to that child.” He told him, rapping a knuckle lightly on Nyx’s cheek before standing tall once again.

“Ok Nyx, let’s go.”

“But momma!” He protested, stomping his feet. “I wanna go with you.”

“No darling. You know the plan.”

“Oh so there is a plan.” Eris cut in, glaring at them both. Feyre and Nyx gave him identical guilty faces and quickly sealed their lips. Well, Feyre did anyway. Nyx’s silence was only temporary. He inhaled deeply about to spill another secret when Feyre pressed her palms to his cheeks, squishing his little face in admonishment and they disappeared in a puff of star flecked night.

[palilious]

No pressure but if you consent to draw Connor the dullahan I think it will fix my life significantly, water my crops etc etc

(Love your art-- especially the expressions! Your comic of Caleb is what got me into Nomad Audios, so thank you!)

I'll actually do you one better and share some art that I already did of Connor!

this was the first sketch I did of him, but I started getting more comfortable with his design when I got more into designing Nomad characters! and when I was trying to bait Nomad into following me back on twitter lol

again still getting comfortable with designs (ft. my old Caleb design hoo boy), a moment from The Party that I really liked!

So as a bonus Anon here are all my designs for the main crew! These are the designs I'm sticking with for all future art!

[nightofnyx8]

👩‍🏭 and 💋 for the most talented writer EVER!!! feel free to ramble about anything i am here for it xoxo

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

LMAO probably The Woman in Red since I had to look up "can you fit a letter bomb into an envelope and would it be enough to kill someone." The FBI's gonna be knocking down my door any second.

💋 You asked for it ;) Don't get me wrong, I love a dominant Yor as much as the next person, but I think she secretly prefers to have him take control. There's nothing she loves more than seeing her devoted, gentle husband be taken over by his Twilight persona and make an absolute mess of her. Of course they probably switch more often than not, it depends on the mood and how desperate they are for each other. It doesn't help that WISE keeps sending him out on missions for three weeks at a time and they don't even make it to the bedroom when he finally comes home.

[daycourtofficial]

elleybugs art is EXACTLY how i see eris…tall ass man for sureeee

Elleybugs is exactly how I see Eris too. Idk they capture both his build and like the sadness that follows him around I feel

[bia-wayne-west]

MASTERLIST

Hello, here are the links to each of my Masterlists. I divided it by characters/books/films, so as not to get confused.

MASTERLIST DC/MARVEL

MASTERLIST K-POP

MASTERLIST ACOTAR

MASTERLIST STAR WARS

MASTERLIST HARRY POTTER

MASTERLIST RANDOM IMAGES

[fieldofdaisiies]

hairmask is in my hair

facemask on my face

I put on music

and continue working on the requests now

[harri-etvane]

oh man Ze looks tired in tonight's evening address 🥺

[ahauntedcowboy]

i’m so proud of myself !!!!! i finally crochet a granny square !!!!!!