#eries ask

[karmahasagun]

Which of our ocs do you think would have a successful play date with no murder*

* of eachother, specifically

I honestly believe that Cypress and Glory would get along super well. Cy would LOVE Bluebell and would probably spend far too long poking and prodding at Glory trying to figure out if they’re REALLY entirely made of crystal, and Glory would happily explain Mohsnian biology in terms which a 13-year-old will Not understand. Lilac and Darcy are also both pretty sociable, and would probably mesh well.

Eries defaults to chaperone in any group she’s in so idk if that counts.

Depending on your definition of ‘play’, Kas and Saturn get along,,, well,,,, but I wouldn’t trust either of them around any of my other ocs so they’re designated to their own private area.

[rottmntrulesall]

Thinking about how this implies that izuku talks about katsuki when he’s with her

[horrortvfilmsource]

1k celebration: get to know the members ★ favorite horror film ↳ airi ★ @shawnee-smith ★ the blair witch project (1999)

[readychilledwine]

New Beginnings

Summary - Having two mates was never easy, especially when you all had different homes.

Warnings - Readers boyfriends definitely are not boyfriends, references to smut, swearing, drinking

A/N - you all thought I wouldn't try to get my poop in a group for my beloved @polysjmweek? Wrong. I had drafts. I'm forcing myself to post them. @acourtofladydeath, forgive my lateness. And my dropping of many things late. Closed Vs are something we had talked a lot about, and I wanted to make sure to feature one this year! A closed v is a challenging dynamic that requires 3 very secure people, and it felt so right to start my late posting with this. 

This fic was written for day 1 - who's court is it anyways?

SJM Poly+ Week 2025 Masterlist

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“Mother, save me,” you murmured as Azriel and Eris started arguing again. Life would have been easier if Azriel and Eris were also mates, but the Cauldron decided this was much more entertaining. You sighed and got between them. They’d been arguing for several hours about which court you three would be settling into as a permanent home. Eris wanted to stay in Autumn, and rightfully so, with his chances of being High Lord so high. Azriel believed the Night Court was the best option and that he owed Rhysand his life, possibly even his first born with how loyal he was.

Your home had been immediately denied. “Why would we move to the coldest place in Prythian,” Eris had asked. Azriel immediately had agreed, stating his wings would freeze in the bitter winds of the Winter Court. 

“Rhysand needs me,” Azriel growled at Eris. “My court needs me!”

“So does mine,” Eris shot back. “I will be High Lord some day, and I have to be in Autumn to heal Autumn!” 

You sighed softly, hands on two strong chests as they glared. “Does anyone care what I think?” Both males seemed to relax at the sound of your voice. “Because I think this is ridiculous, and maybe we all aren’t actually ready to move into one home.” The silence that met that statement was deafening. You had spent the last 7 years having to bounce between Autumn and Night. a  week with Ers. A week with Azriel. A week at home, the Mountain House, a quiet comfort. Dating two males, being mated to two males, especially two males who were not interested in each other, was not for the faint of heart. You took a deep breath, eyes closing as you did. “I think we have a great thing,” you continued. “Our relationship and the dynamic we have is special to me, but I worry it isn’t special to you two. I worry that us moving in together will not be with you not-” You paused. “With you two.. Unable to cooperate and get along.”

Eris and Azriel looked at you, eyes so different. Eris was inquisitive, Azriel was stunned. You had never shown any signs of thinking there were issues within the relationship the 3 of you shared, at least, not issues you had acknowledged to them. You were such a relaxed fae and would go where the wind took you. Eris sat down, knowing this was a serious conversation time, not a fun one. He pointed to the chair across from the couch he was on, his rings sparkling on his long finger as you moved and sat. Azriel sat by Eris, leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. “How long have you felt this way,” Eris was fighting to keep his voice soft. “And why are the two of us just finding out?”

Azriel then added, “And how can we fix it?”

They had similarities, and this process was one of them. They allowed the comfortable silence to fall over the room as you thought and then took a deep breath. “I think I first started feeling this way at our first Starfall all together. I felt pulled and like spending too much time with Azriel disrespected you,” you said to Eris. “But too much time with Eris, and I was hurting you,” you directed at Azriel. “I felt.. Spread so thin.”

Eris nodded in clear thought. He was thinking over everything you had told them first before nodding, wanting you to continue. “I have tried to bring it up to both of you one on one since us in one place rarely happens, but my time with Azriel is spent-”

“Do not finish that sentence,” the Illyrian blushed.

“And my time with Eris is spent acting like the perfect future Lady of Autumn,” you smiled and held in a laugh to Azriel’s sudden shyness.

Eris chuckled, a laugh deep and full like his whiskey, “A shame, really. Sounds like your time with Azriel is much more productive than your time with me. Does she curl her -"

Azriel blushed harder, the faint pinkish-red hiding under his tan skin. “Shut up, Eris. She still has to tell us how to fix it.” They both turned back to you, “Keep talking, salvation.”

It was your turn to blush, the precious nickname Azriel had given you always enough to make your heart flutter and the bond grow warm. “I just would like you two to be friends. For you two to learn to be civil enough that we could spend time as the three of us. I don’t need you two to ever want to have sex, but knowing I could leave you two alone for 2 or 3 hours to head to market without one of you being dead when I came back would be nice.” Both males nodded. 

Another deep breath relaxed the feeling of your heart beating in your chest.  The two of them were studying each other. “It starts with addressing the elephant in the room, Eris,” You said as gently as you could. 

He leaned forward more, taking a moment to center, and he began. He told Azriel everything about his relationship with Mor, the illyrian nodding as Eris explained his choices to Azriel and explained everything he had done was to protect Mor, you, and himself. Azriel then had to explain himself as well, admitting the Night Court had a plan for killing Eris as soon as Morrigan said yes, but they had told Morrigan it would not happen now that Azriel was tied to Eris in a roundabout way. It was several hours of your mates talking, voices low and unhurried. They’d never gotten along this well and for this long. 

The conversation switched at some point, the males going from discussing their issues to the things you had known for a while they shared in common. Dancing being the biggest one. From there it became showing their dagger collection. Discussions on the hounds. Hunting. You.

Beautiful, brilliant you. 

You were the first to retire for the evening, standing in the hall between the guest room and Eris’s. Whenever the 3 of you were together, you had to make a choice on who you slept with each night, bouncing between beds sometimes like it should have been a profession. Soft hands led you by your hips, pushing you into Eris’s room. The warm scent of baked apple and fire was like a pull, drawing you in more and more. Your own hands found the ones holding you, scarred flesh, greeting them. “I think his bed is large enough for all three of us,” a voice like deep night whispered to you. “Think we can make that work? We know how happy it would make you, and it is time for us to try.” If Eris had a scent that pulled like a magnet, Azriel’s was the lock shutting you in. The two mixed, that chilled air and cedar in weaving into fire, felt like the safest combination you had ever wrapped yourself into. 

“I think we’d all fit,” the softness of your voice had him smiling.

“Then lay down. We’ll come in once we finish our drinks.”

And that night, the three of you tucked into one bed together. It felt like something new was beginning. A new chapter. One you had been hoping to welcome for far too long now.

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[freenos]

The way you draw Eris makes me giggle uncontrollably for some reason, she's just so silly and I love her!!!

she's a silly goose!

[fallenclan]

shits gettin REAL!!!! who is pumped. i know i am. enjoy the random ass starclan cat cameos that I crammed in here <3

finished this update JUST in time, but next week I'm gonna be even more busy so I guess we'll see!

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[acis-arts]

Hey I'm curious, in the swap au how are the other lamb bishops as followers? And will there be any unique interaction between them and narinder's family?

It's not really a big difference between them and the original Bishops as Followers. In the beginning, they also become difficult to deal with since it's hard accepting your mortal body again as a former God.

These are the only interactions with Narinders family that I thought about so far:

The last one was a joke at first, but it would be funny to make Sahmat a hypocrite.

[whisperingmidnights]

11. Sharing secrets

Azris omegaverse x reader where az and reader are sharing embarrassing or cute secrets about eris 🤭🤭

Couples bonding time but at what cost...

From this list

Something wet flicks across the small scent gland at the back of your neck. You stretch within the confines of the strong, pale arms banded around your body, yawning as they hold you just a little tighter. Your fingers dance along the edge of a long, shiny burn scar, tracing it up to the tip of your High Lord's elbow. He's been lapping at the back of your neck since your return, bathing you in his scent after his mate presented you like a cat offering a mouse as a gift.

Truly, neither of them are doing much to evade the cat comparisons this week.

"Please tell me you've let her out of bed at least once this morning." Azriel's voice, tinged with exasperation, rolls through the room like thunder. You straighten at the teeth brushing over your scent gland – not a claiming bite, but an unmistakable act of possession.

Omegas truly can be viciously territorial close to their heat cycles. Reportedly not nearly as bad as their alphas but laying here, in Eris's arms, you aren't sure that's true. You're glad you haven't had to deal with it much...until now, anyway. There's an answering growl from the High Lord's alpha and you shrink back further into his embrace, not wanting to draw Azriel's ire unnecessarily. This is already such a delicate position you're in.

"It's not you he's growling at." Eris's voice is a strange mix of frustration and longing, something you don't quite understand the layers of. "Do you want to get up?"

"No," you murmur, shaking your head as his mate ducks into the bathing room and you hear the twist of a knob turning on their most recent installation. Eris had called it a shower? The water splashing against tile reminds you of a rainstorm.

"You should go in with him," the omega says wistfully.

"He wouldn't welcome that."

"He would. And, if you don't, I'm afraid I'll keep us both here all day. I have a few things I need to accomplish before the end of the week."

"Am I so irresistible?" Your laugh is a mask for the doubt slithering through you, and the tip of Eris's nose nuzzles your jaw in response.

"More than you realize. Go now, before I change my mind."

The weight of the command wraps around your shoulders, propelling your body out of the comfort of the High Lord's embrace. You do knock before entering the bathing chamber, though you're certain those wicked shadows have already reported Eris's command to him. Steam clouds the room, fogging the mirrors as you slowly strip out of your nightgown and underthings, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

You meet the alpha's sleepy hazel eyes as he turns beneath the spray to face you. Water rolls down his shoulders and chest, luring your eyes along the length of his body. His wings flutter, no better than a bird taking a dip in a pond, and you glance back up to find him smirking as you tentatively step to the edge of the tile.

"Poor, sweet fawn. Escape your fox?"

"He sent me to you."

"To me?" The male's laugh is like sweet, dark tea as he catches your wrist, pulling you beneath the warm water. "What did he think I would do with you?"

You shrug, jumping in surprise when his fingers card through your hair, scrubbing your scalp. When shampoo finds its way into your hair, smelling of autumn woods, you find yourself leaning into the alpha's broad, muscular chest while the anxiety slips down the drain with the water.

"How'd you get so good at this?"

"Eris likes to keep his hair long these days, it requires a lot of maintenance."

"I like it that way."

"He'd love to hear you say that."

"You think?"

"That vain creature? Absolutely." Fond amusement laces each word. Scarred hands rub circles along your back, loosening the knots in your muscles. "I'll tell you a secret about him if you tell me something in return."

"What is it you want to know?" You ask warily. You assume his shadows tell him everything there is to know. This court was once a court of secrets until it gained a former spymaster as Lord of Autumn. You doubt there is little within these walls that he doesn't know.

"It's very simple, little fawn. I want to know if anyone was cruel to you in the weeks leading up to your visit home."

"Cruel?" You shake your head. "No more than normal. Really, no one's said much of anything to me lately."

"Will you tell me if they do?"

"That's two questions." Azriel laughs, and you yelp as he pinches your hip. "Yes, alright, I will."

"Good girl. Now, for your payment...hmmm..." You crane back to squint up at the alpha, who seems to be sorting through his mind like a file until he finds the information he wants. "Ah, yes. There is a veritable hoard of maple taffy in Eris's nightstand. Top drawer beneath the false bottom."

The High Lord does have a sweet tooth after all. This is good information to have. His hold on you briefly tightens, and you rest your cheek against his sternum, feeling the water flow around you both. It's like standing in the heart of a storm with him.

"He is quite the pampered pet. There's a special blend of oils he uses in his hair that he pays an apothecary entirely too much to mix." You laugh a little at that. "And if there isn't a glass of water on his nightstand when he wakes up, he whines about vocal strain or some nonsense until he has one."

"Was that one free?"

"Nothing is free. I'll think of a way for you to pay me back. Now, shall we condition your hair?"

[kimsuyeon]

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

heyy bakuhatsu!! have you seen the new oneshot from the fanbook? what are your thoughts?

I sure have. My thoughts are that 431 was such a convoluted, miserable mistake that Horikoshi's editors held him at gunpoint until he fixed shit, because public stock in the series was PLUMMETING LMAO.

Jokes aside, this is what people actually wanted to see in those extras pages in volume 42. This is what everyone wanted out of an ending beyond 430's beautiful, heartfelt, outstretched hand: some closure for everyone's journeys, a reminder of the bonds Izuku forged, hope for the future, and the wonderful joy it is to see that Katsuki and Izuku's shared childhood dreams ultimately became reality. They are heroes, together.

It is, quite frankly, a travesty that this exists solely within the confines of a short bonus in the back of a character book. They deserve better. And for many people, this is too little, too late. I'd love it if the anime just skipped 431 entirely and ended with this little scene, but I know better than to hope for that.

The fact that Horikoshi still dodged the question of whether Izuku and Ochako are romantically entangled in any way is a hysterical cherry on top of this weird-ass cake.

But when all is said and done, Bakugou Katsuki got his man. And he's gonna chase him forever, which has always been his truest wish.

And I love nothing more than for Kacchan to get exactly what he wants.

[velidewrites]

I miss the brothers. Tell me a fun fact about any of them?

Anon I would like to apologize to you in advance for leveraging your ask for this debauchery but people wanted to know the hex codes for the color of their tips and I am nothing if not committed. Have an overly detailed description of the vanpeens:

Lucien: #9F6358. Thick and heavy and BULGING. Is that a nuclear missile in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? Lots and lots of veins. Dark red happy trail.

Marcel: #CF9A97. Paler than you'd think but honestly, checks out. Veins for days. Long and slender. Neatly trimmed happy trail.

Vermilion: #D19496. Long and curved just right, and really, really pretty. Like, why aren't you on reddit bragging about it pretty (he is). Happy trail that reminds you of the color of his eyes. Tip has a pearly shine to it. Veins perpetually throbbing.

Sylas: #BA6A65. Girthy enough you wonder if it hurts to walk. Had to have his armor specially made and it still wasn't enough, probably. Flushes an angry red when desperate. Better give him what he wants soon. Heavy balls

Eris: #CF8080. Also flushes a reddish pink but not as much as Sylas's (as everything between those two, yes this is a competition). A rather lovely vein running down the length of it. More on the slender side, curved upwards a little.

[karmahasagun]

What are your OC’s fondest memories?

.... I'm so sorry.

Eries:

Just an ordinary day in Silterra, teaching Clover how to use his magic, their mum watching from the distance, their momma making dinner in the house. Just perfect and happy and ordinary, before everything went to hell.

Kas:

It may have literally just happened, but his first night spent with both Jericho and Zep. It may have been just cuddles, but he felt truly safe and happy for the first time in... he doesn't even know how long. Too bad it got ripped away so quickly.

Cy:

He can't remember his childhood, but he does remember life after Equinox found him. He'd never admit it out loud, but a few days after he was rescued, Equinox made him chicken noodle soup to try and get him to eat. Cy devoured it, and while very plain to most people, was the perfect meal for him right then. He knew after that that he was safe with Equinox, and had found a home that wouldn't chase him out.

Glory:

The day they returned Bear to the Cryodon Council. Glory raised Bear for about sixty years after his previous guide had died in an accident, so it was their crowning achievement for them to return Bear to his homeland, fully grown. That achievement earned them the opportunity to raise Bluebell, as well, and they hope to make many new memories with her, too.

[potatoplace]

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Can i request it to be the sequel of the other Eris one? 👉🏻👈🏻

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Morning Confusion

Alpha!Eris x Omega!Reader

Part 2 to Delicious

Warnings: Omegaverse, nudity

🧡 Eris 💖 Fluff 🔥 Omegaverse 💭 Amnesia

Notes: of COURSE you can have a part 2 😚 this was so fun to write, ignore if anything wonky cause I wrote this in a gap at work, then at like 1am then finished it now lmao BUT I love me a soft Eris that's soft for his wifey yessss pls 🤭 Request Post

18+ only pls

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Your body ached as you came to, a pounding headache behind your eyes and your throat dry as a desert.

You managed to roll over, blinking your eyes open only to shut them in fear.

The ceiling above you was foreign, and when you looked around, nothing else sparked a memory of how you might have gotten here.

A soft sigh sounded to your right, your eyes widening as you turned your head, landing on a male.

Like a bolt of lighting, you leapt from the bed, pulling the sheets and blankets with you when you realized you were naked.

The wooden wall was cold against your back as you clutched the covers to your chest, eyes locked on the male you'd been sleeping next to.

That was a bit of a mistake, as you could see he was also naked and... aroused.

A whine left your chest as you watched him wake, his head snapping to the side. Amber eyes met yours, a smile slipping onto his face as he looked at you, falling when he scented the fear radiating from you.

"What's wrong, omega?" His husky voice asked, only serving to confuse you.

Omega?

"I'm a beta," you answered reflexively, eyes narrowing when the male stood, crossing the room in a few paces to stand in front of you.

"Unless you have a twin who traded places with you overnight, that's not true any longer. You presented, love," the male explained, eyes searching for any hint of recognition in your gaze. "Do you remember being in your family's orchard?"

A memory played at the edges of your mind, bits and pieces of plucking apple after apple. You nodded hesitantly.

"Good. Do you remember what happened after?" A shake of your head had a bit of disappointment in his eyes, and he stepped back slightly. "Why don't we wash up and get dressed, and we can discuss this over breakfast? Would that be alright?" He asked gently as he look you over, frowning at the way you still had the covers clutched to your body.

A small nod from you had his right hand extending, and you took it hesitantly. The male led you through one of the many doors, revealing a grand bathroom, a large bathing pool taking up half of the room, steam wafting from it invitingly.

"Bathe for as long as you'd like, I'll have someone waiting to help you dress," the male said, a soft smile sent your way before he turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding, your body slumping slightly now that you were alone. A minute passed, waiting for him to change his mind about leaving you be, and you deemed it safe to drop the blankets covering you.

The water was heavenly, already heated to the perfect temperature for you. As you let yourself soak, it crossed your mind to stay in here all day - then you wouldn't need to confront whatever it was that had happened.

But that wouldn't be fair to your host, you thought to yourself. After all, he's done nothing untoward with you, that you can recall.

So you washed yourself, taking your time but not lingering in the water for longer than you felt you needed.

The soft, fluffy red towels felt amazing on your skin, still sensitive from whatever it had been through, and you wrapped your body and hair in them before leaving the bathroom. You peeked out, blushing when you noticed that two ladies already had their eyes on you.

"Hello, Lady," they said in unison, curtsying elegantly before approaching you slowly. "The..." one of them paused, looking at the other briefly before turning back to you. "There's a selection of clothing for you to choose from, Lady, and we'll help you dress once you've chosen." She gestured behind you, and once you turned your eyes were met with the sight of a walk-in closet, filled with beautiful gowns of every color, though most were in the Autumn Court's colors.

You gaped at the choices before you, turning back to ask why you were being granted such things-

"He wanted to have more choices ready for you once your heat had passed, but as it was only eight days, he regrets that he was unable to acquire you a complete wardrobe," the second lady said, bowing deeply in apology.

"No, it's- it's too much," you whispered, turning back to the wardrobe - apparently yours - and wondering just who the male was, if he could assemble this in just over a week.

After a few minutes of taking in the beautiful patterns and cuts, you decided on your dress. It was made of a beautiful crimson silk, with flowing skirts and sleeves that ended just past your elbows.

The ladies that had been sent to attend to you had slowly removed the towel from around you body, quickly helping you slip into a pair of knee-length bloomers, soft white silk trimmed with pale pink lace, then a matching chemise was pulled over your head, careful not to tug on the towel still holding your hair.

They guided you to a vanity, sitting you in the plush chair before unwrapping your hair. One of them set to drying your hair carefully with a flame from her hand, while the other retrieved a white cotton corset. Soon you were laced up, two warm petticoats on and the beautiful dress was lowered over your head, fitting you perfectly.

You admired the way you looked in the mirror, swishing the skirts a few times before you let them continue dressing you, putting a pair of satin slippers on your feet and draping a delicately woven wool shawl over your shoulders, burnt orange in color.

Now that you were dressed properly, you felt much more ready to face... Whatever it was that had happened.

You were lead out of the room by one of the ladies, the other staying behind - likely to change the sheets that reeked of sex, a fact that wasn't lost on you. You tried to pay attention to where you were being taken, each turn you took noted in case you had to make your escape.

A delicious smell - crisp apples and leaves, the tiniest hint of smoke - that would have made your toes curl if you were sitting hit you as you stopped outside a set of double doors, the kind fae who'd led you here opening them and gesturing for you to pass through. Once you had, they shut behind you, leaving you in a large dining room, the male you'd been with earlier standing at the far end of the table.

His long legs carried him easily to you, he offered an elegant hand to you, golden rings adorning each finger. At your acceptance he smiled at you, amber eyes warming. "You look stunning, Y/N. I am Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court. I'm pleased to formally make your acquaintance," he said smoothly, soft lips pressing to the back of your hand.

A blush rushed to your cheeks, not only at it being your High Lord you had been in bed with and had now kissed your hand like you were a lady, but also at realizing the wonderful scent that enticed you was him, not the food laid out on the far end of the table.

"It's nice to meet you, High Lord," you said shyly, letting Eris lead you to the far end of the table.

"There's no need for such formalities here, Y/N," he replied as he pulled a chair out for you, pushing you in once you'd sat. "Please, call me Eris." His words were earnest, and those soft, amber eyes nearly had you melting from the amount of care held in them.

"Alright, Eris." He grinned widely for a moment, eyes sparkling before it softened into a charming smile. "You... You said I was in my family's orchard?"

"Yes, you were... Your first heat hit, rather quickly I think. I was on my way to visit your family, and you must have scented me through the trees, as you found me while I was still approaching the estate. Does any of that sound familiar to you, love?"

You bit your lip, fuzzy memories attempting to surface, but there was nothing clear. "Vaguely? I... I remember I hadn't felt well all morning, but the High Lor- you were coming to visit and we needed more harvest to present," you said slowly.

"And from what you told me during your heat, you're twenty, correct?" You nodded. "That's past the point most people have their presentation. It's no wonder you woke up confused," Eris said gently, grasping your left hand in one of his.

"So, I'm..." Your lips fell into a pout. "I'm really an omega?"

His thumb swiped over the back of your hand, and he nodded. "You are an omega. And..." He hesitated a moment, the first time you'd seen his confidence falter. "And I'm your alpha, if you'll have me."

If?

"You mean I... I could say no?" You asked in a small voice.

"Of course. I'm not interested in having an omega who doesn't want me, though I would be... quite sad, to see you go," Eris admitted.

Handsome? Check. Kind? Check. Not interested in imprisoning you? Check. High Lord...? Check.

"I'd never..." You held your lip between your teeth for a moment. "I haven't been prepared to be Lady."

Hope glimmered in those amber eyes, a small smirk on his lips. "Does that mean you'll be my omega?"

A shiver went up your spine, eyes fluttered, a purr rumbling in your chest before you could stop it, eliciting a delightful laugh from your alpha. "That also means you're my alpha," you boasted, satisfaction filling you when Eris's eyes darkened, a deep rumble coming from him.

"I'm glad we agree. Now, what would you like to eat?" Eris asked, picking up the plate from your setting and waving to the array of food laid out.

"Let's see..."

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[onlysushicat]

CAN YOU DRAE ERINEP (<3) PURRETTY PLEASE!!!!

sushi date :3

[readychilledwine]

Free Will

Eris Arranged Marriage – Drabble

Summary - Eris knew his father would purchase him a bride sooner rather than later.

Warnings - Arranged Marriage, alcohol use.

A/N - From one Vandaddy to the next.. May do more with this. May let it die. Too early to tell.

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You were beautiful, Eris would give his father that. Glowing skin enhanced from the moonlight kissing you. He had found you sitting in a window, looking outside like a bird now trapped in a glorified cage. You had disappeared from the festivities taking place, and he was tasked with finding you.

“How miserable,” he walked closer, noticing the half empty bottle of wine beside you. “Drinking alone in the dark, wife? You should have invited me. Mother knows I hate a boring celebration."

Your eyes met his, your cheeks flushed and eyes slightly glassy, “Did not realize my oh so powerful new husband would take pleasure in dark corners and," you paused to lift the bottle, squinting to read it. “Pomegranate wine.”

Eris only chuckled and took the bottle, drinking straight from it. “My favorite, actually.” He leaned against the window ypu sat in. He followed your eyes, noticing you were looking over the garden. “They say pomegranate is the origin of sin and the seasons.”

“The tales of the Dark Mother and Forest God. I know it well,” you held your hand out. Your new husband took another drink before handing it back to you, bottle now passing between you. “Legend says the Dark Mother had found him so beautiful she lured him to her with a snake of many colored scales. Once she had him in his poison garden, she gave him a choice.”

“Eat the pomegranate and stay with her,” Eris finished. “Or watch as she slowly killed the lands he loved. But by eating the seeds..” He smirked for you to finish.

“He upset the Mother. So she cursed the lands of the North with the seasons and turned his home into a barren land of ice and snow, his sister's into one haunted by rot and neverending harvest, his brothers into one trapped in the beginning of the rebirthing cycle and storms, and his parents in dead heat and drought.”

Eris looked you up and down. "They say the female of the species is always more deadly than the male." Eris sighed, “But his choice also unleashed freewill among the fae.”

"But it cost us the ability to connect with our true forms and shift. That power is now heavily reserved," Your voice seemed empty. As if the thought of that piece of you that was missing was more than just an animal but a symbol of freedom.

He studied you again, you leaned in to look into his eyes, “I do wonder what kind of animal would have been behind your skin, my wife. Are you a snake leading me to a trap? Are you a bird with clipped wings, desperate to fly away? Or are you a lioness, stalking and waiting for her chance to kill?”

Your lips twitched up. “You'll find I associate heavily with the symbol of our court, husband,” you looked him up and down, the tension between you two growing within every second. He could see it. He would see something cunning and intelligent hiding behind those drunk eyes.

A fox fits you well, and now, you were invading an enemy den.

Eris gave a smile that made chills run down your spine, “I think we will get along, y/n.” He took another swig of the wine finishing the bottle before picking you up and forcing you to hold his hand. “Our party awaits, my little wife. And more pomegranate wine.”He lead to you the ballroom, loud music and dancing in full swing as the fae celebrated the marriage of their heir apparent.

Eris poured two glasses, handing one to you, “To free will, my fox.”

The words were an offering, an understanding.

Your glass touched his, arms linking to drink as ceremony required. “To free will, husband.”

[freenos]

Can’t wait for you to get that one dialogue Eris has about Icarus their beef is so funny

I eat up every crumb of dialogue about their off-screen beef, it's so funny!