#girldad!eris

[redbleedingrose]

okay hear me out, u and lucien r in love. mates if you will. everyone knows it apart from the two of you - in fact u find each other so excessively obnoxious even though there isnt any serious reason for it. you argue and tease and fight constantly, but you also bring each other so much genuine laughter and being in the same vicinity as him - and him as you - immediately calms and relaxes each other. even if it leads to play fighting. youre both so content with the dynamic you have going on that even when you get jealous of elain looking at him for a moment too long, or when he gets irritated by you giving azriel a hug when youre upset, neither of you move to do anything - rather you choose to ignore it. at least until you get hurt and lucien quite literally goes berserk bc he doesnt know if youre okay or not and then and only then does he decide that his feelings, whatever they are, definitely cannot be ignored.

DAMN I JUST KEPT GOING IM SORRY- i j needed to share with SOMEONE its been eating me alive i stg

OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!

Tell me why this ask had my heart pitter pattering in my chest!!??!!!

No because you and Lucien are SOOO annoying!!!

It is literally so obvious to everyone except you two.

And I mean everyone.

Even Lucien's favorite little babes, Marwa and Twila have asked their mama, Lucien's favorite sister in law, if Uncle Luc is gonna marry their favorite Auntie (who happens to be one of Mama's best friends), in front of Uncle Luc and their papa.

Eris cackled at his babes, picking them up, squeezing them into his chest, and pressing kisses into their chubby cheeks, sending a mocking wink to Lucien who rolls his eyes because why the hell does everyone think you and him are in love??

You just hang out together sometimes...

all the time

Okay so it started off innocently. In honest truth, Lucien didn't even like you at first. He watched with envy as Marwa and Twila ran towards you instead of him to capture you in a hug that nearly knocked you over.

They are supposed to be his nieces??? They are supposed to run to him???? What the fuck is so good and exciting about you, besides the fact you are stunningly beautiful???

So Lucien, ever the courtier, struts over to you, and introduces himself, finally catching your name.

It suits you, he thinks to himself

And as dinner is served, he finds himself seated next to you... so obviously he has to keep the conversation going because he is a gentle-male??? And that is the polite thing to do...

Definitely Not because he wants to know more about you.

And you know when you meet someone and you have this wrong initial first impression, but as you continue to talk to them, your entire perception becomes warped?

That is how poor Lucien felt

You talked the entire night, teasing each other left and right, picking fights just to see the other get flustered.

Anytime either of you walked off to talk to someone else, one of you would ineviteably end up drifting back to them to continue the teasing conversation where you left off

And that night...

It was the beginning of a beautiful, wondrous friendship. situationship

One that Lucien cherishes, one that he never wants to mess up or let go of. your friendship situationship is easy. It is comfortable. Him softly tossing you onto the couch, you gently yanking at his hair, him pushing your shoulder as you walk together, you kicking at his feet under the dinner table. Your obnoxious teasing settles him, it settles his heart. It is so easy for you two. It is easy for Lucien. And it is easy for you. Because it is never serious, only playful. Because you don't cross each others boundaries. Because outside of the play fighting has been deep conversations that have delved into your trauma and his trauma. Because outside of the play fighting, you understand each other. Your situationship is easy because Lucien feel genuine peace around you... peace that he hasn't felt since Jesminda

From the outside, it is so clear that he is down bad for you.

Because when you aren't teasing him, he is gazing at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes, begging for your attention.

Because when you aren't kicking at his feet under the dinner table due to you being too engrossed in your conversation with Azriel, his cheeks become ruddy with frustration and he cannot control the scowl that tightens the muscles in his face

And gods, you don't spare a glance at him when he nudges your shin, trying to grab your attention.

Part of him knows this is just a tactic to mess with him.

And it shouldn't mess with him...

But it does

He huffs, focusing on the glass of whiskey in his hand, turning it up to swallow in one gulp, allowing the sweet burn to distract him.

But if that is how it is... if that is how you want it to be... if Azriel is the one who makes you this intrigued, if he makes you that happy... then who is he to stand in the way? You are only friends? All Lucien knows is that he doesn't want to lose you. The best thing that has happened to him in his entire lifetime.

So if that means he has to let his jealousy fester, find peace with you and Azriel talking, then that is what he will do.

Gods, you are just talking to him. It is not even that serious, Lucien thinks to himself, irrate with the shadowsinger's uncanny ability to make you giggle.

"Hello Lucien," a soft gentle voice reluctantly pulls Lucien's gaze away from you

Elain.

He half-heartedly continues the conversation with the female, letting her fill his glass with two fingers of whiskey malt.

And thats how the night continues...

He talks to Elain, letting her stare at him unabashedly.

He smirks to himself when he feels a soft nudge at his foot halfway through the night, turning his entire body towards Elain and nodding to whatever speech she was giving about the flora she was cultivating in the garden of Rhys and Feyre's home.

Because two can play it that game

And you feel a sharp stab at your heart when Lucien ignores you, feeling a bit sorry for your earlier teasings, now that the tables were turned on you.

And you know that this is probably Lucien giving you what he got, finally getting his chance to annoy you this evening

But from where you are sitting...

He looks like he is enjoying himself.

Returning smiles at Elain's shameless staring, nodding to her rambling, adding his own anecdotes in a soft voice.

A soft voice he never used with you

So what if he is enjoying himself?? So what if he likes Elain?? So what if he talks to her... and touches her... and kisses her

Ugh, you are only friends with Lucien. You have no right to feel the way you feel right now.

Seething with jealousy

Frustrated that Lucien is winning at your own game

So when Morr asks you to accompany her to Rita's tonight, you don't turn down the offer.

Even though you are supposed to return with Lucien to Autumn tonight to watch Marwa and Twila while Eris and his wife have a private night at their seaside cottage.

Lucien's head snaps towards you, almost giving himself whiplash in the process as he glares holes into the back of your head as you pull on your burgandy coat

Part of him wants to take you by the arm, and drag you home, tired of the games you both were playing tonight. But he didn't. He didn't call out your name to stop you. He didn't drag you home like he wanted to. He didn't stop you. He let you go. He let you walk out.

A fact that has the male wanting to burn himself alive a couple of hours later, when Morr winnows back carrying your passed out form in her arms, yelling at the top of her lungs for a healer as blood seeps out of a gash on your forehead

He moves so fast towards where Morr is holding you, she flinches at his sudden appearance, her grip on you loosening as he reaches and craddles you into his chest as Rhys winnows in with Majda, who demands the youngest Autumn heir to set you down onto the couch.

He is panicking, heart racing, head spinning, everything that is being said at him is fading into a background of ringing in his ears.

He stares, nauseous, as Majda begins her work, snapping himself out of his stupor as rage fills him.

Who dare hurt you? Who dare touch you?

The urge to vomit the bile that has risen in his throat only enhances as he hears a soft moan of pain pass between your lips, still unconicous to your surroundings

He turns towards Morr, who is staring helplessly at your form, all his rage suddenly directed towards her.

How dare she let this happen to you?

He is in total disarray, there is not controlling his emotions right now. Lucien yanks Morr towards him, not enough to hurt her, but enough to direct her attention to him, Azriel charging to pull her away, but not before Lucien can scream, "What the fuck happened to her?"

The poor female bursts into tears, resting her head on Luciens chest, "I don't know... I only left her for a moment... Oh gods, I am so sorry."

Regret floods through Lucien as Morr cries into his chest, and he moves to wrap his arms around her in a hug, rubbing at her shoulder until she is calm enough to pull away

But his thoughts aren't on Morr.

His regret isn't felt at yelling at Morr.

His regret is directed at you.

You. His best friend. His favorite being in the entire world. His favorite being to ever exist. He was the one who let you go. He was the one who didn't come to find you after you left, even though it had gotten too late into the night. He was the one who made you leave in the first place.

And in that moment. In that moment, he realized that he couldn't do this anymore.

The holding back. The fear of losing you if he tried to be anything more with you.

Because what if he loses you tonight? What if he loses you without telling you how he feels about you?

So when Majda is done, and she informs Lucien that you will be just fine with some rest, that your wound was only surface level and did not result in a concusion... he waited

He waited next to you, holding your hand throughout the night, resting his head right next to yours as you slept, letting one of his fingers trace your nose and lips before pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead, begging Mother above to have you wake up before his courage wears out

When you wake the next morning from snores coming from the fae right next to you, you find Lucien's long hair is practically in your mouth.

You grin, pushing his head slightly, jerking back when his head snaps up, glancing around, eyes wild.

A belly laugh erupts, "Oh Gods Luc, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you that bad."

And Lucien just stares down at you, incredulous that you are seriously playing games right now. After what happened last night.

You pause at Lucien's silence, awaiting his scolding for waking him up this early and so abruptly, but he just stares down at you.

"What the fuck happened last night?" he practically growls, unamused by your teasing

And then it all comes back. Slamming into you.

The male next to you. His nose had started bleeding perfusly. Like seriously, it was insane. And the sight of the blood dripping down his nose and onto his shirt had you feeling whoozy.

And the next thing you know...

You're waking up to Lucien's mane in your face.

Oh Gods, you must've fucking passed out and hit your head against the table when you fell.

Your entire face and neck flushes as you stare back at Lucien, not knowing how to respond without sounding like a complete fool.

You try coming up with an excuse, but your brain is still foggy from the slam against the table, and you are coming up empty.

So you lay there... gaping up at Lucien.

Totally not noticing the way the sun is making his golden skin glow... Totally not noticing the way his hair looks lucious for someone who slept in a slumped position the entire night... Totally not noticing his pink lips being so close to yours, that if you lean up, you could absolutely steal a kiss...

"Uhh.."

Thank the mother above Lucien doesn't let you finish, "I love you."

The words take a moment to register.

The initial feeling of thanks you were giving to Lucien for not forcing you to tell him how you made a complete fool of yourself is replaced with shock.

You were stunned.

The female was too stunned to speak. Literally.

"I have loved you since the moment I met you. And I can't believe I waited this long to tell you. But I was afraid. I was afraid of losing you. But Gods, I almost lost you last night. And mother, if I had?? I don't think I would be able to live with myself. I wouldn't be able to live without you. You are my drive. You are my hope. My reason to get up in the morning. My reason to live. I love you. I love you. I love you."

His speech comes out fast.

But you catch every word. And you hold it close to your heart.

And then you feel it. And so does he. A bond. A golden thread coming to life between you two. A thread that ties your hearts together, humming at the unbrideled joy you are feeling.

You shut your eyes, savoring this moment. Wanting to live in it forever.

"Are you okay, sweets?" Lucien asks you in such a soft, gentle voice, his hand coming to rub at your hair, pointedly avoiding the stitches.

A singular tear slips down your cheek, hot and fast, "I am perfect Luc. And I fucking love you too."

You push yourself up, your face a centimeter from his, staring into his amber eyes, his mouth wide open in shock. Your tongue slips out, licking at his upper lip.

A gasp barely escapes from his lips as he slides his arms around your waist, and you are fully pressing your lips into his.

Anyway... you tell Lucien what happened last night a couple hours after he fucks your brains out. And he cackles at you. For like ten minutes. To the point his entire face has gone red because he cannot breathe. As you lay there with your arms crossed grumpily across your chest, glaring at him for laughing at you.

Don't worry though, he gives you six orgasms in apology

At least it makes for a good story, and explaination, for when you go both go home to a pissed off Eris and his clearly amused wife.

And it has his favorite babes, Marwa and Twila, screaming at the top of their lungs that they are gonna be flower girls for Uncle Luc's mating ceremony with their favorite Auntie.

[readychilledwine]

Hi again!!! It’s your anon who just sent that thing about reader ending up with Eris after Cassian cheated! Imagine them having to share custody of their kid 😂

Co Parents

Part two of my angsty Cassian cheating drabble:

Cassian shifted uncomfortably as his daughter hugged Eris goodbye. She had her little hands gripped tight into his tunic and face buried in his neck.

"It's only two weeks, little flame," he whispered soothingly to her. "Just to give mommy and I time to adjust to the new babe. Then you get to come home and be with him and us."

She nodded, putting on a brave face. "I love you."

Eris wiped tears from her chubby cheeks, "I love you too, baby girl."

It shouldn't have bothered Cassian. Eris had raised her. He had been there when she was born, when she took her first steps, ate her first real meal. Eris had stepped up while Cassian stepped away, giving you your space. Eris was the male your daughter called daddy. The one she ran to when she had nightmares.

And it killed Cassian. It killed him that you had moved on. That you were now heavily pregnant with his child and heir of the Autumn Court. It killed him that his daughter didn't live in his home. It killed him that she was growing up with different traditions.

His choice to sleep with Nesta had left him with a hole in his heart. One Nesta had tried to fill but realized slowly she couldn't. They still fucked like rabbits, but the romance wasn't there. It had become solely physical and based on familiarity.

Cassian nodded. "Anything else?"

Eris picked your daughter up as she threw herself in his arms again and walked her to Cassian. "You promised you wouldn't cry this time, little love," Eris handed her to Cassian with a brief look of heart ache and pain. "She has a new bedtime. She gets to stay up until 8 o'clock." Cassian noted the soft break in his voice. "She likes hot cocoa before bed still and a snack."

The Autumn High Lord ran his hand down her long dark curls. "We've been... refusing to go potty when we need to lately. We get too excited about what we're doing and do not want to miss a single second. We haven't had an accident in a few days, but if she starts to dance, she probably has to potty and needs you to let her know you'll wait for her. Because the excitement and fun will still be there when she comes back, right princes?"

She nodded, "Right daddy."

Eris kissed her forehead. "We put her favorite books and stuffie in her bags. She also promised to not do what this time?"

Her head fell back with a loud groan. "I won't annoy Uncle Azzie."

Cassian laughed lightly. "You didn't annoy him, baby girl."

She smiled wickly, turning to Eris with a smirk she had to have learned from him. "See, daddy, Uncle Az loves me."

Eris rolled his eyes with a soft smile. "Be good for dad, okay? Momma and I will see you soon." Eris turned to Cassian. "If you need anything, send a letter through the fire first. Y/n is..." Eris felt his jaw twitched. "Rhys will explain."

Cassian nodded. "I'll take good care of her."

"I'm sure you will, Cassian. I have no doubts. Two weeks, baby."

"Two weeks, daddy." Eris left, leaving Cassian and his daughter standing there as she sniffled softly.

"Can we have cookies?"

Cassian held her closer, adjusting as he began to walk her through Velaris. "Of course, angel. I could never say no to you."

He kissed her temple as she snuggled into him.

Two weeks.

He had two weeks to memorize how much she had already grew.

He had two weeks to kiss her fingers, her little cheeks, her toes.

He had two weeks to feel a little piece of you.

And two weeks was never long enough.

[fieldofdaisiies]

I love all of your works so much. I was thinking about how Az and Eris are both such girl dads. What about azris!girl dad head canons. They would be so loving and supportive.

I can't tell you how happy you made me with this request, here you go❤️ today a second post for @azrisweek Day 7, Azris As Girl Dads

after a few years of their relationship, Azriel and Eris adopt a young Illyrian girl who lost her parents in the war with Koschei

Azriel sees her on one visit to Windhaven

his heart aches at the knowledge of what hardship she would have to face alone in the Illyrian war camps and he wants to help her

he asks Eris if they could adopt her, and Eris immediately loves the idea, his own heart aching when Azriel tells him about her, her big brown and terribly sad eyes, the tears running down her cheeks, her trembling lower lip when Azriel left

But these tears are nothing compared to the tears of joy that leave her when she gets adopted, weeping and sobbing first into Azriel’s shoulder, then Eris’, asking over and over again if this is really happening

and it is and let me tell you, these two are the best dads any child could hope for

Zada is a ray of sunshine in both their lives, and both Eris and Azriel do everything to make her life perfect

Azriel teaches her how to use her wings, how to fly and he also tends to her wings when they are knotted and hurt from flying too much

and Azriel is the one who always cooks her favorite meals and also teaches her how to cook, they very often cook together or make dinner for Eris when he has to deal with a lot of High Lord business

family dinners are a priority for them - every evening the three of them eat together, or more like the six of them if you count the three hounds as well (safe for when Azriel is on a mission that takes more days, but then they make up for it afterwards)

and talking about the hounds, even though Azriel was a little wary at first about letting his young baby girl play with this huge dogs, he immediately changed his mind when he saw how sweetly the treated her, often licking over her face, panting loudly and joyfully wiggling their tails

moving on to her other father; Eris is the one who loves doing her hair, he learns everything about different hairstyles from his sister-in-law, Elain, telling her to explain it to him in as much detail as possible so he can implement the techniques and styles on his daughter's hair later on

when he gets home from hair-education with Elain, they immediately try out all hairstyles, Azriel is sitting in the bathroom with them, Zada sits on the bathroom counter, Eris stands behind her, working his magic on her hair

Azriel watches in admiration, loving how concentrated his mate looks and how much Zada loves it, giggles and laughs

they love spending moments like this together, as both fathers often have to work a lot, and mostly are not there for her at the same time; but they always try to make it work

Azriel, although he dislikes his heritage, wants to inform his daughter about the Illyrians, after all she is one as well; he tells her about the Blood Rite, Ramiel and Enalius and also of course of wings and siphons

Eris on the other hand, explains a lot to her about being a High Lord and the Autumn Court

for both fathers Zada's education is very important - they want her to become a smart, strong and independent female one day

Azriel and Eris will always help her with homework, but at the same time let her figure out many things on her own, Zada is very smart and already knows a lot and also wants to discover many things on her own where both fathers always support her

and she is not only smart, the young girl is also quite a mischievous one and loves to steal her daddy’s crown, placing it on her head and sitting on his thrown, pretending she is the one ruling

Azriel loves this, bending over with laughter and tears in his eyes as he watches his daughter mimic Eris

Azriel finds this all highly amusing until his shadows start loving his daughter a little bit more, do everything she wants (even if it is sweets at three in the morning), and often trick him - but he can’t blame his shadows, how can you not love her?

and talking about love - this girl gets overflown with love, let it be tiny little presents, her favorite meals, so much quality time together and of course cuddles: cuddles in front of the fireplace, or when she wakes up in the middle of the night from a nightmare or the thunder she will slide into their bed, seeking shelter in Azriel’s huge wings who will wrap around her like a cocoon

Zada is also quite adventurous which sometimes results in scratched knees or little cuts on her hands

Azriel can’t really handle those injuries well, always blaming himself that he hasn’t paid enough attention and that he is a bad father

Eris mostly tends to her wounds and later tells Azriel that it wasn’t his fault, kissing him softly to make his point clear once again

also both Azriel and Eris will often question if they are good fathers, their own fathers not having been idols or someone to learn something from for themselves (they only learned how to not do things)

but whenever their daughter tells them how much she loves them, or when she grins from one ear to the other, they know they are doing things right (and as a parent you can make small mistakes, no one is perfect and they often remind each other of that)

family is immensely important for both Azriel and Eris and so they will often meet up with Elain and Lucien and their children, with the Inner Circle and their children or with their grandmothers - LoA and Azriel’s mother, who both adore the young girl from the bottom of their heart

and lastly, Gods, protect the poor boy who wants to date their daughter — he will have to pass an examination with both the spy and torture master of the Night Court, and the High Lord of the Autumn Court

"No funny business, buddy," Azriel warns, leaning his shoulder against the door frame, Eris is standing next to him, his shoulders squared. "Holding hands, alright, everything beyond that….you know about the consequences." Eris raises his brow, Zada groaning loudly behind her boyfriend, glowering at her fathers, her cheeks bright red

but all in all, Zada has a childhood filled with nothing but love and dedication, both fathers doing everything possible to make her life the best she can hope for

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[pocketramblr]

Names

Eri squinted at the signs. "Those are... silly names, for kitties, right?"

Shouta looked back over the list: Trash Bag, Egg, Cheese, Ham, Fast, Furious, and Carpet. Honestly, he didn't think there was anything wrong with those names, but he also knew they weren't exactly normal.

"Yes. They are."

"Why? Why not real names?"

Shouta shrugged, but apparently an employee heard her question.

"Well, silly names get people's attention, and they're more likely to adopt for one." The employee smiled at Eri. "It also helps us not to get to attached, like giving them real names would. These can be changed easier when their families pick real ones."

Eri pressed herself closer to Shouta's leg when the stranger approached, but she nodded at their words, brows furrowed in thought.

She didn't say any more about it until they were walking to the train.

"Ai-san, Eri is a real name. Right?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Because... The cat worker said giving a real name gets you attached. But I don't remember if Mom called me Eri before Chisaki did... And..." Her voice drifted off, a shaky sound in it that he hadn't heard in a while, maybe before the cultural festival. She'd come so far out of the shadow of where she'd been, but Shouta supposed that it would be foolish to think she'd never think of it again.

"I don't know who gave you the name Eri." He says, and it's true. They couldn't find any records of her, not even her birth. No one was sure who got rid of it, but they hoped that her grandfather could clear up anything when he woke. If he did. "But if you'd like to change it, you can."

"I can?"

"Of course you can, it's your name."

She was stunned by this idea for several minutes. Shouta feared he sent her into a spiral.

"Uh, you don't have to get rid of your name to change it. You could add to it, like my students add a hero name."

"Ohhh..." Eri nodded at the idea. "How did they do that?"

"It depends on the person. You should ask them when we get." Because Shouta didn't remember why, he was pretty sure he'd been asleep under his desk that day.

"What if I want someone else's name?"

"Uh," he paused, wondering if she meant to take. No, Eri was a sweet girl, she'd mean to share. Probably. "You can ask them."

"Hm. Eri Lemillion. I don't like how that sounds." She wrinkled her nose. "Eri.... Eri Shouta?"

Shouta almost fell on his face.

"Ack- uh- Eri. It would be Eri Aizawa, if you wanted my name."

"I don't like that as much as Eri Shouta though." She said, shrugging. "Oh, Eri Midnight, that sounds like a magic name... Eri Pretty Cure...Eri UA..." She tested each name, and Shouta gave up on stopping or reasoning with her. If anyone deserved whatever name she wanted, even "Eri Deku Mermaid", it was her.

[machiroads]

fic recs :D?

Here u go:

shinsou hitoshi expansion pack by treasuredplanet A series of short one-shots about Shinsou's mentorship under Aizawa, all utterly delightful. Shinsou's voice is captured perfectly.

Aizawa's Girldad Era My Beloved by HalloweenClown A different series of short one-shots from Eri's perspective about how the teachers of UA (Aizawa especially) love her very much and she learns how to cope with her traumatic childhood. So sweet you'll need to brush your teeth afterwards.

A Few Disasters Short by Robbirdthe8th 35k, canon-divergent / post-canon, erasermic. Celebrity musician Present Mic develops an unlikely crush on the eccentric owner of a cat cafe because the man has no idea who he is. I just really enjoy Aizawa living under a proverbial rock, and also he adopts Shinsou and Eri in this one as a bonus.

be my fictional obsession (my newest daydream) by YetAnotherGhost 15k, erasermic. Teen Mic inadvertently admits to be dating Aizawa in an attempt to defend him against bullies. Fake dating ensues. One of the funniest things I've ever read.

All Rights Reserved by NeonPistachio 10k, erasermic. Aizawa comes across a forum thread of people looking for Eraserhead merch. When Mic unwittingly comes across Aizawa trying to DIY it, he volunteers to help. So so cute.

Stray by Kyurilin 55k and counting, college AU, erasercloudmic. Fate brings the three dumbigos together at a party. They hit it off and drunkenly get matching tattoos And Then It Gets Worse. When a chance to reunite presents itself, Mic and Shirakumo jump on the opportunity, but the third wheel chooses to remain incognito. This fic is truly an emotional roller coaster, and a hidden gem

Blood Orange by Jemsauce 550k, modern AU, erasermight. A brutal car crash tears two families apart, but a twist of fate brings single fathers Aizawa and All Might together five years later. The slowest of slow burn. An emotional deep dive into survivor's guilt and allowing yourself to be happy.

You Want it Darker by Ms_Chunks 530k, erasermic. When a serial killer with a brainwashing quirk is discovered, Aizawa enlists the help of Shinsou to get him access to the latter's father, who is in prison for a streak of murders of the same nature. They end up biting off more than they can chew. Mostly focused on Aizawa and Shinsou's relationship, a strong cast of background characters, thriling from start to finish. I am currently reading this for the fourth time, send help

This is just a smattering of stuff I've enjoyed recently, my AO3 bookmarks have more stuff I've enjoyed over the years from a variety of series.

[vivifrage]

Two final chapters of Eris and Motok! Featuring Sloane in the first one. Love our good ol girldad and her space whale.

The second is a lil epilogue after the end of the season. Now I may not know what Bungie has planned for the epilogue but I figured Eris should get her tea, no?

[redbleedingrose]

Eris is a girl dad pt 2

Ugh OMG I just loved writing about GirlDad!Eris so here we go:

Eris tells you that you are having a girl babe, and he won’t back down. What he and you both don’t guess, is that you are having twin girls. 

Literally, you are exhausted and pushing as hard as you can with Eris by your side, who is holding your hand the entire way, kissing your forehead and whispering how proud he is, to keep going, “you’re almost there beloved, just a couple minutes before we meet our perfect babe,”

And you are literally screaming at him that you are gonna kill him once this is over and gonna chop his balls off,

 And he is just like, “okay beloved, you can do that, just keep going.”

Anyways, you push and finally here a babes cry fill the room, and a sigh of relief passes your lips as you begin to sob from happiness. The babe is immediately placed on your chest with the midwife saying, “a beautiful little girl!”

Eris is sobbing, kissing your forehead and temple, “thank you for the best gift you could have ever given me beloved,” staring at his daughter, who has calmed from the warmth and heartbeat of her mother, with such adoration and happiness and unconditional love. 

Bells of the Autumn Court Temple are sounding out a melodious tune, letting the citizens of the court now, your babe has made her way into the world. 

The tune is unique, they only sound out at the wedding of the high lord and whenever the high lord produces children

The deeper ones indicating a birth of a male

The the lighter ones indicate a birth of a female 

Everyone in Autumn Court immediately begins celebrations, it has been centuries since a girl babe has been born into the high lords family 

TBH you and Eris are very popular among your court. Your citizens adore you for helping taking Beron out of power, and creating a safe and peaceful Autumn. 

The court is literally thriving 

So they were extremely excited to find out you were with child 

Anyway, the male is utterly whipped by his babe, and will do whatever it takes to protect her and you and make sure that you are spoiled to your hearts content. 

But then... contractions start again and you are fucking confused. 

The midwife is moving the babe off your chest and into Eris’ arms as she tells you

“another babe is crowning high lady”

You and Eris don’t even have time to be confused because you have to start pushing, and another babe comes out kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs. 

Another girl babe. 

Both babes are placed on your chest again, as you tears of joy are streaming endlessly down your face. 

The bells sound out again

confusing the shit out of everyone, nonetheless, everyone is excited 

poor Lucien has no idea what is happening and is staring down the hallway with curious eyes, “UHHHH did they have another????”

Eris spends the next couple of hours unable to pull away from you and his precious babes, Marwa and Twila. 

He holds you close as the babes have fallen asleep on your chest, he brushes your hair and makes sure you are well fed with your favorite foods, before handing you a small box that is wrapped with a golden ribbon. 

“A present for you, my beloved. There is nothing in the world, nothing in the universe, that I could give you that could even match what you have done for me. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how thankful I am. It starts with this,”

A beautiful pair of gold earrings that hold emeralds, with a matching gold bracelet that has two chains twined together with tiny emeralds embedded throughout. 

He silently takes the jewelry out of the box, hushing your whispered gratitude, kisses your lips softly, your cheeks, your forehead and nose, and then your ear lobes before pressing in the earrings. After, he lifts one of your arms so gently, kissing all the way down to your wrist before latching the bracelet on.

UGH I CANT HE IS SO CHEESY WITH YOU 

A soft knock sounds at the door, Lucien is visiting Autumn Court; with Beron dead, Eris invited his favorite younger brother back to witness such a joyous occasion. 

Eris gently picks up his girls who are wrapped in their wool blankets, as Lucien peaks through, His eyes widen as he realizes, there is not one babe, but two. 

Tears, again, begin to stream down Eris’ cheeks as he murmurs, voice breaking ever so slightly, “Two girls, Luc, twin girl babes.” 

AHHHHHHH I CANT SHOULD I DO A WHOLE MINI SERIES OF THESE BABES GROWING UP ?!?!?!?!?! 

(matching outfits, their personalities, visiting night court, interacting with Nyx, and auntie/uncles of night court, interacting with uncle luc?!?!?!?)

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okay but what if eris gets so caught up with the girls and so concerned ab giving you free time that you start to feel less important - i feel like he would freak out if he found out u felt that way and do whatever possible to make sure u didnt feel that way anymore yk?

Oh man, this is painful to think about.

To be honest, Girldad!Eris is such a loving and doting father. Not only that, he is also an amazing mate, husband, and best friend to you. I think Eris in general, does a wonderful job at making sure you feel appreciated and loved and adored, the way you deserve to be.

When Marwa and Twila were newborns, you and Eris were incredibly in sync. You worked like a team in handling your babes, and he made sure that each of you had time for yourselves and time for each other.

It was easier when they were so little... leaving them with a nanny for a couple of hours while he took you out on a day trip, or dinner, or just to spend some alone time together ;)

But when the girls turned into toddlers, they became a bit more attached to their mama and papa. They are in that stage where they become upset if either one of you is out of sight.

Safe to say, time for yourselves and each other has been limited since the babes became more needy. And Eris takes it in stride!!!! He loves his perfect little girls, spoiling them with their every wish and whim, listening intently to everything they have to say (even if it is about how Janey (Twila's imaginary friend) pushed Sienna over (Marwa's imaginary friend)).

And don't get me wrong, you love that. You fucking adore Eris and how he much he loves your babes and takes care of them. He is the best father, and he proves to you and himself every day that any fear he had about being like his father was beyond absurd. But...

But... you miss your husband. You miss your mate and best friend.

When the girls were newborns, they would be asleep most of the day, and you had uninterrupted time with Eris where you and him could catch up and talk about your days, where he could hold and kiss you, and love and dote on you, and fuck your brains out.

Now that girls are toddlers, they are constantly hanging off their papa, begging for his attention throughout the day, and it feels like you just don't have enough time with him. The babes cry whenever you try to go out on dates or day trips, and Eris relents to his girls cries, sending a burst of apology down your bond while you opt to stay in with the babes.

The only time you get to spend alone with him is late into the night, when both of you are too exhausted from your duties and babes to do anything besides cuddle, sending strokes of love and adoration down the golden thread tying you together, and fall into a dreamless sleep.

So yes, you miss your mate. You miss talking to him, and being near him, and kissing and cuddling him, and you absolutely miss his dick. And seeing him with your girls, it warms your heart like nothing else. And it also sends a shock of envy that sends you into a spiral of mom guilt. It just that... there was a slight loss that you felt. A slight emptiness that you no longer had your mates full attention at any point during the day because it was given to the babes. And you love, absolutely love that for them. You just don't like it for yourself.

And Eris, well... he misses you too. He feels it too. He feels the decrease in time that he has had with his mate. So... when you start to distance yourself from him, moving to the very edge of the bed instead of into his chest while you fall asleep, he panics.

Because you already have limited time together, and now you don't want to be near him even during that time??

And Eris knows you. He has known you. He knows every part of you, your body, your brain, your heart, and your soul. So he reads you like an open book, and knows that you are avoiding him. And he knows it is likely because you don't want to talk to him about something that is bothering you. Because thats how you are.

You are his perfect, beautiful, loving, selfless mate.

If something is bothering you, you bury it deep inside, because you love him too much to bring it up to him and possibly hurt his feelings. So... he gives you the first night. He lets you sleep on the other side of the bed, because you need your space. And he will talk to you in the morning over a breakfast date.

When he wakes, you are already gone. Your side of the bed is already cool by the time his stirs enough to reach his hand out to you. This time... this time your avoidance has Eris shooting straight out of bed, throwing on whatever clothes he can find as he sets off to find you.

You are with your babes, who are sitting at the table and coloring with their new pencils their papa bought them a couple of days prior, making some fresh pancakes for them even though your housekeepers tried shooing you off. You are an astounding mother to your girls, wanting them to eat something made and embedded with the purest of love that you have for them.

You greet him softly smiling down at your mate, as he tugs at your bond, making you aware of his presence as he tries and fails to smile back. But his babes are there. So he forces a small grin onto his face, not wanting his little girls to pick up on the fact that Mama and Papa aren't in the best place right now, and cuddles close to them on the bench so he can feed Marwa as you feed Twila.

Once breakfast is over, you encourage the girls to get dressed for their piano lesson this afternoon. And the girls moan and groan, but they listen to their mama, running with their tiny feet out of the dining room to their bedrooms where they can change with the help of their chambermaids, leaving you and Eris alone for the first time in a while.

At this point, you know he knows.

You know he knows that something is wrong, so you avoid looking at him as he turns to you. You move yourself quickly, picking up the dirtied dishes, shifting your eyes towards the forest outside shown by the window over the sink.

Er approaches you, lifting his arms to wrap around your waist, pressing your back into his chest, and resting his head on your shoulder as you try to gently push away. The movement has Eris tsking, swiveling you around to face him. You focus your eyes onto the door behind him, right over his shoulder, but he grasps at your chin with one hand, forcing you to look at him, the other hand fingering a strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear.

"Why are you avoiding me, beloved?" he murmurs, leaning in close to brush his nose against yours, "Have I done something to upset you?"

You scoff trying to play your avoidance off, pressing your hands from behind your back into into his hips, tugging him close by his belt, "I am not avoiding you."

He shakes his head, his hand easing its way through your hair to rest at the back of your scalp, still so close to you that it is almost dizzying, "The truth beloved, I want the truth."

You hate that he can read you this well. You hate that he can take you apart, piece by piece, inspecting each part of you slowly and carefully, before putting you back together.

Because you can never hide anything from him, your perfect, wonderful mate.

So now, you have to explain your silly envy that you have for the attention your babes receive from their papa. A lump lodges itself into your throat, a heat runs up your neck and focuses in on your cheeks, as embrassament and shame makes it way deep within you. "I just miss you." It comes out unintentionally as a whimper, so quiet, that if Eris wasn't standing so close, he would've missed it. A hot tear escapes your waterline, streaking down your cheek, as Eris thumbs it away, "I miss you too, beloved."

A pained laugh rushes past your lips as all the feelings you had once held in begin to spill out, "No Eris, you are right here. So close to me. Practically on top of me right now. And I still miss you. Gods, Er, I miss you when you are with our babes. How disgusting is that? Our little babes Er. They need you so much more than I do, they need their papa. And look, you are the most amazing father to them. And you take care of them, and love them, and dote on them. And I am fucking jealous? Not even jealous, I guess. Just sad. Because I miss you. Because anytime we try to be together, just as us, as a couple, as mates, it is interrupted by our babes. And mother, I love them so much, believe me, I love them so much, I would give my soul for them. But I miss... I miss spending time with you. Uninterrupted time with you. I miss you holding me. I miss us reading together by the fireplace. I miss us making dinner together, or getting dressed and going out on those special dates that you would set up without telling me. Gods, I miss making out with you Er. I miss us fucking and I miss us making love, without worrying that one of the babes will walk in and we will scar them for life. I miss everything Er. I guess... I guess I just am feeling... I think..."

His soft amber eyes bore into yours, nodding his head in encouragement as he rubs the back of your scalp and cupping your cheek into his palm, "Go on beloved."

You swallow against the lump, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his face a hair-widths from yours, "I think I am feeling a little neglected." Your sentiment comes out forced, but necessary. The time away from your mate was leaving you with a profound sense of sadness, even though he is right in front of you.

Your sentiment also knocks the breath right out of the high lord. This isn't what he was expecting. He knew that you missed him, and he missed you too, so much. He just didn't know that it was this much. That you were feeling "neglected" in your own words. It had bile rising to his throat as he realized, with deep-rooted self loathing he hadn't felt in a while, that he was the one that made you feel this way. Him. Your best friend. Your husband. Your mate.

He was supposed to make you feel appreciated, and adored, and loved. Because that is what you deserve, and you should settle for nothing less.

You scoff, interrupting his flow of thoughts, as if you could read his mind, "Don't. Don't do that Er. It's okay. I am fine. I just miss you."

He scrunches his nose at you, pressing a quick peck to your lips, "It most certainly is not okay. Your feelings are valid, and you don't need to invalidate them to spare my own feelings. I am so sorry beloved, I am sorry I made you feel this way," you opened your mouth, likely to interrupt him again, but he didn't let, thumbing at your bottom lip, trapping it between his fingers and give a slight tug, "I do get caught up in the girls. I get so caught up in loving them, protecting them, doting on them. I never want them to feel the way my father made me feel. I want them to know that their papa cherishes them. And I think through that, I have forgotten to take extra, exclusive, time out for their mama."

He heaves a sigh, pressing another quick peck onto your lips, "I never meant to make you feel neglected, beloved. You have to know. You have to know how much I fucking adore you. How much I need you, and ache for you. Every moment not spent with you, is so... It is so numbing. You make me feel alive. I love you. So fucking much."

"I love you too Er, so much," you lean in, brushing your lips against his once, twice, before locking them together. His lips move so softly against yours, sucking at your bottom lip before darting his tongue to meet with yours. You stay like that for a long moment.

Kissing your mate. Holding him impossibly close, until he is melting against you. Basking in the love he is pouring out, straight through the bond tying your souls.

He nips at your lips as he pulls away, "I promise to make more time for you, mate. Uninterrupted time. Because I miss you too beloved. I miss our dates and our cuddles and our talks and our kisses. I miss it all. I also miss your tits and fucking you, but let's not go there right now or else I'm going to bend you right over this kitchen counter and take you right here," you snort as a smirk lilts his face, "Let's go out tonight beloved. I'll call the nanny to watch them tonight, and we can go out to our little cottage by the seaside for the night. We can have a nice dinner that we cook together, and then for dessert... well for dessert, I am going to splay you across the table, and you are going to spread your legs open for me, and you can work out the rest."

You scoff amusedly, pushing at his chest, but his grip on your hips doesn't let you get too far before pulling you back in, "How does that sound beloved?" brushing his lips over the curve of your ear. He moves your hair over your shoulder, trailing open mouthed kisses up and down your neck, suckling at the sensitive spot right at the junction of your shoulder and collarbone, "How does that sound beloved?" he asks again, mouthing it into the small bruise forming where he had bite onto.

"Gods, yes Er," you moan into his shoulder, "Please."

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OH! okay so pov eris watching you interact with marwa and twila and hes just completely lovesick and in awe of his mate and his little girls that he doesnt know what to do or how to function- so much so that lucien starts teasing him and giving him a bunch of shit for it 🤩

Omg 😫😫😫 we all know Eris is such a fucking simp for you, I genuinely think he would burn down the world for you if you asked!!!

He didn’t know he could love you more than he already did. It seemed impossible to him. Because you consume every part of him. Every part of his body, heart, and soul belongs to you. It has for a very long time, and he didn’t think that his feelings towards you could ever change. 

You becoming the mother to his babes... it brought a new universe of love, adoration, passion, and desire that Eris was not aware of even existing. His adoration for you... it never lacked in any way before you had your little girls... but mother above, did it ascend to new heights watching your belly swell with his babes. 

And watching you interact with his little girls??? 

It was like you had placed every star in the sky with your own fingertips, like you had painted each colorful leaf that hung on the trees in the forest outside your home, like you had replaced the sun as the center of his universe. 

And you had. To him at least. 

So, as his amber eyes cherish the sight before him of his wife, beloved, and mate sitting in the green grass beneath the willow tree with Twila and Marwa, cuddling them into your chest as the chilly breeze brushes across them, listening intently, nodding along to Twila’s ramblings and Marwa’s little additions to whatever adventures the babes had today, he cannot help but thank the gods he has been blessed with you as a mate.  

Never did he expect love to be in his future. He always thought that the end to his story would be at the hands of his father. He didn’t think he would become high lord. He didn’t think he would ever have a family, let alone find love or happiness like this. 

Love so pure, so fulfilling, so genuine, so deep, so vital. 

But here he is... watching out his office window, looking in on his mate and two little girls love so freely, so happily, safe from the horrors of his father.

It was nearly paralyzing. 

The love he had for you. He didn’t know how to function without it, how to function without you. Every decision, every choice he made, even as high lord... it always came back to you, back to his babes. If the new law would make it a better place, a better court, a better world, for his females he loved so. 

So here Eris sat, in his office, not getting a single thing done watching you and his babes. He had set off in the morning after breakfast with you and his babes, after making you and the girls promise to have the best day without him, citing he had some work to get done and he would find you as soon as he finished. 

He was mesmerized watching you with his babes. In utter awe, admiration, and wonderment. 

It still shocked him you had chosen to stay with him, chosen to be with him, chosen to love him, chosen to have his babes. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve such an enchanting, loving mate and wife. 

The part of him that had been motivated to work this morning had unsurprisingly disappeared once he caught sight of you and the babes outside. He ached to join you, to hear what his little Twila was rambling about, to pull Marwa into his lap and kiss her ruddy, chubby cheeks, to feel the unbriddeld joy you would send down your bond when you felt him approaching, to- 

“Gods, you are fucking whipped.”

Eris’ gaze twisted to his youngest brother, who had made his way into his office, silent as a fox, settling himself onto one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. Lucien stared back at the high lord, eyebrows raised high and a smug grin lilting his face, glowing under the rays of sunlight that soaked into the room. 

The lordling’s shock turned to annoyance. He hadn’t even noticed Lucien until he interrupted his musings, and now he was irked his youngest brother had the audacity to pull his gaze away from his mate and babes. He scoffed, “What do you want?” as he finally pushed away from the desk, giving up on work for the day, to stand by the window with unimpeded views of his favorite girls, clearly uninterested in whatever his brother had to say. 

Luc snorted, leaving his own seat to join his eldest brother, peering out the window and smiling softly at the sight of his favorite sister in law and nieces. “I have been sitting here for ten minutes, trying to get your attention. But you were too entranced by your mate, too busy worshiping the ground she walks on, to notice,” his voice filled with mirth. His warm hand lifted, clasping Eris by the shoulder and squeezing tightly, “I’m happy for you brother.” 

Eris huffed at his brothers sudden affection, nonetheless returning a smirk of his own, “Me too,” lifting his own arm to bring Lucien into a quick embrace, “I mean have you seen my mate, she is the embodiment of-” 

“Gods, here we go...” Lucien groaned, pushing Eris away, a large smile threatening to break across his face, as the high lord continued into his long-winded praise and adoration for his wife that the youngest brother has heard not once, not twice, but a million times. 

Mother above, he would hear it a million more times if it meant Eris was this happy for the rest of his life, Lucien thinks. His eldest brother deserves nothing less. 

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AHHHHHH I CAN’T!!!!! GIRL DAD!ERIS IS SO HAPPY IT MAKES ME WANNA CRYYYYY!!!!!

[redbleedingrose]

Eris is a girl dad pt 3

Okay, so I guess I am doing a mini series because I have so many thoughts! So here is a discussion of your newborn babes!! Also formatting is being weird, so sorry about that 

Eris is absolutely fucking thrilled to have two twin girls! 

The entire autumn court was shook to find that the high lady had given birth to two beautiful baby girls, but the celebrations lasted for a month! 

they were born in October, and it becomes a month of celebration for centuries to come to celebrate the birth of Marwa and Twila 

These babes are spoiled from the day they were born OMG, immediately, Eris is insisting that tailors make them beautiful matching dresses for any possible occasion 

and of course, the high lord insists that the same dresses be made for his beautiful perfect wife 

Eris is the best fucking father, he is literally so helpful and caring. 

The male does not let you get up in the middle of the night unless the babes need to be feed

The moment one of his girls lets out even a whimper, he is flying out of bed to check and make sure they are okay 

immediate skin to skin contact so the babes can feel the warmth from their papa and also get used to his scent

Eris whispers little stories and lullubies his mother used to sing to him, and the babes calm almost instantly 

they are already used to papa’s voice because he used to talk at your stomach constantly during your pregnancy

While you enjoy motherhood and love your babes with your entire body, heart, and soul, Eris makes sure to remind you that you are your own person outside of being a mother 

and he makes sure that you have time for yourself, whether that is taking a long bath, getting your hair done, reading in the library he had built for you on your 100th anniversary 

The male is always happy to look after the babes, and damn, he does an amazing job doing it. 

Weaponized incompetance who? 🫡😮‍💨

While the babes are still newborns, Eris makes sure he visits throughout the day, even if he is busy with his duties, the male is constantly checking in and holding the babes, pressing kisses into their temples 

Lucien, of course, is also there to help and is the best uncle ever. The babes love him

Without any doubt, Eris is the most protective father of his newborn babes. He has ordered is hounds to stand guard wherever the babes are. 

outside the nursery? -- obviously 

anytime you take the babes on a stroll? -- without question 

the male is highly paranoid, and you would do anything to soothe your husband and mate, so you agree to let the hounds follow you 

There are also spies Eris has ordered to be constantly watching the babes out of sight 

There is no length Eris would not go to protect his two perfect girls 

Every night after the babes are put to sleep and you are in bed, Eris is thanking you as he holds you close to his chest, murmuring praises and gratitude into your hair

You usually fall asleep together, but if Eris remains awake, he will sneak out of your arms to check on the babes 

Usually both are asleep, and Eris is able to go back to bed content that his babes are safe and happy

Sometimes, Marwa, the eldest, is quietly staring up at him, curious and wide awake. 

Eris assumes it is because the babe is too excited at the new world around her to sleep 

Twila, the youngest, usually falls asleep and stays asleep until she is hungry or uncomfortable 

Eris will take Marwa out of her crib, cuddling her close into his chest, and lesuirly strolls around the house he had built for you once he killed Beron. 

He talks to her about everything (anything he can think of really)

the weather 

the constellations that night in the sky 

his hounds 

His mother

His brothers, especially his two youngest who are his favorite

he mostly talks about you 

“You have the most perfect mother Marwa”

“Don’t you ever worry about anything, Papa is here to protect you always.”

“I will never let anything happen to you”

“If you ever want anything, just tell me okay? I promise, I will get you whatever you want”

“Boys have cooties okay Marwa? So you are not allowed to talk to them until you are at least 500 years old”

“Never grow old my beautiful babe, let papa hold you in his arms forever”

AND SHE JUST STARES UP AT HIM, EYES WIDE WITH CURIOUSITY, LISTENING TO HIS MUSINGS LIKE THE PERFECT GIRL SHE IS 

she listens until she falls asleep

these are some of Eris’ favorite moments with his little girl 

Don’t worry though, Eris is absolutely bonding with his youngest, Twila 

While Marwa is the quieter and calmer of the two, Twila is her perfect compliment 

Twila is always cooing

making the cutest freaking sounds that you and Eris swoon over ugh I cannot ‼️

She is a wriggly babe, an escape artist if you will

she will find a way to get her arms out of her little swaddle 

her tiny fingers constantly grabbing at your and Eris’ fingers 

her fist knocks against your chest as you feed her

her tiny feet are constantly kicking at the air 

she just has so much energy 

While Marwa is content resting with you as you read your book during afternoon tea, Twila is quite restless

Eris is constantly taking her out into the gardens and forest that surround your home 

letting her feel and see the world around her 

He is telling her his life stories as he walks around with her...

and its like she can understand, because the babe coos back her responses to her papa 

He is taking Twila to the stables, introducing her to all his horses, hounds, and practically any animal he can find

So Marwa is the quiet, content, calm babe and Twila is the loud, curious, and restless babe

but they are so easy 

they are the best babes for you and Eris 

the newborn stage was something you were warned about, “you are not going to get any sleep” they said 

but gods, you and Eris are the best partners and parents

these babes are the most happy and content babes anyone has ever seen 

In terms of looks... 

Marwa is your exact copy… Eris likes to say that she is a mini you, and gods does he love it 

she has your eyes 

She has your nose

She has your hair color 

the only thing of Eris’ she has, is her wavey hair 

Twila is really a perfect combination of you and Eris 

she has your eyes 

she has Eris’ auburn hair and waves 

she has your lips 

she has Eris’ nose 

Eris is so fucking excited to see his babe has his hair color I cannot 

The newborn stage is incredibly fun for you and Eris

you are watching your babes grow and learn how to be alive. 

and you and Eris are there every step of the way, supporting and loving them unconditionally 

even if they poop through their daipers onto Eris’ shirt as he holds them

his horrified look he gives you makes you laugh for a couple minutes 

like until you cannot breathe 

literally gasping for air kinda laugh 

like you are laughing even after the moment has ended because you keep remembering the look on his face

even if they leave spit up on your favorite dress 

less funny to you

And mother above, the smirk Eris gives you is so smug, you almost want to smack it off his face 

but Eris promises to buy you a hundred more 

he may also whisper, “Papa’s proud, do it again” at his perfect babes

just because he wants to buy you more dresses 

and maybe cuz he likes to tease you a little 

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im sorry i havent been interacting much lately- im having a rough time atm and havnt felt like myself but im working on it!

ANYWAY this has been on my mind and it is genuinely getting me thru the day so i j have to share:) imagine ur having a bad day. like the worst of the worst, everything that could have gone wrong has. and to top it off you woke up feeling awful about yourself- total bad brain day. you get home irritated and exhausted and on the verge of tears and go straight to ur room, completely bypassing eris (this can be pre twins or post twins) and hes just sitting there confused as to why you j kept walking. at least until u accidentally let a bit of emotion down the bond and IMMEDIATELY eris is coming to you. he sees u crying and it shatters his heart bc why is the love of his life crying. so u explain ur day and how bad ur feeling ab urself and he just sits and listens and reassures u and makes you feel like the most loved person in the universe (bc by him you are).

v much realizing how heavy hurt/comfort it is so u can definitely ignore it but im fr wishing for an eris to help me thru it rn <3

Hi my dear,

I am sorry you are going through it rn, I totally understand and get it. You are not alone and don’t worry, Girl dad!Eris will always save the day because you are his heart, soul, and world. 

Okay, so you just wake up not knowing that today was going to be a rough day. Honestly you had a lot of hope that the day was going to go really well!

Eris woke up early this morning because he has been busy adjusting the laws that Beron had set into place. He is working hard to undo them to make Autumn Court a better place for his people, for his little girls, and for you. 

When he finishes getting ready, he crosses the room towards your form that is still laying in bed, fast asleep. He wakes you to give you your first good morning, a habit that formed when your bond had initially snapped into place centuries ago 

He kisses your forehead, stroking your hair back as he gently murmurs, “I have to go to my office, I love you so so much my pretty, and I will see you at breakfast.” 

And you smile back, bleary eyed, leaning up to peck him on the lips, telling him you would be up soon, sending a stroke of love down your mating bond in reassurance. 

You watch tiredly as he tip-toes to his favorite babes who were still sleeping peacefully in their bassinets, and gives them each individual kisses.

You are too tired to hear what he whispers down at the two, but you are 100% positive it is something along the lines of, “Be good for your mama my beautiful babes. Papa will be back soon, and he loves you more than anything.” 

And then he walks out the door, winking at you as he shuts it softly behind him. 

By the time you fully wake, it’s been almost an hour since Eris started his day. Marwa and Twila are still asleep, and so you get up with a sense of motivation to get yourself ready. 

Since the babes were born, it had become increasingly difficult to find time in the morning to get yourself ready before breakfast. Usually, you would need to get yourself dressed and appearing somewhat presentable after you fed the girls their breakfast. 

At first, this worried you. You didn’t want to appear like you were lazy or “letting yourself go” when you arrive to breakfast, frazzled from wrangling the girls out of bed and to the kitchem still in your pajama’s with some dried drool at the corner of your lips from the night before

But the way Eris would look up from where he was seated at the dining table when you would wake in with your babes hand in hand... 

The way his eyes would spark with the fire that ran within his veins... the way his face would illuminate with utter joy and peace... the way he always stood in greeting, hugging his babes and putting them in their seats... the way he would pull your chair back for you like the gentlemale he was, tucking you in your seat right next to him before pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand

And if he was feeling incredibly risky, whenever the girls would be focused on eating their breakfast, he would press kisses all the way up your bare arm, right up to your shoulder, whispering something along the lines of how stunning you look this morning 

And you would always flush at his compliments, preening under his gaze, any worries that you previously carried slipping away like a leaf within the wind drifting to the ground off a tree

But this morning... you had the time to get ready. Your perfect babes had decided to sleep in. So after taking a quick peak to ensure that both were still dreaming happily, you race towards the en-suite bathroom to rush to take a bath 

You soak in the tub for 15 minutes, scrubbing every inch of your skin and allowing for the sunflower oil to hydrate any dryness you were experiencing. You even have time to wash your hair with your favorite rose scented shampoo and conditioner.

You smile, knowing that you have your morning all planned out perfectly. The moment you get out of the bath, you will apply some light rogue to your lips and cheeks to brighten you up today. And if you have the time, you will make sure that your hair is somewhat tame from the bird-nest it was from last night’s late night activities with your husband...

Your perfumed scent and fresh, soft skin is likely going to drive your mate insane during breakfast.

And, so, when the babes run off for their morning riding lessons with their Uncle Luc after breakfast... well... whose to say what Eris will do to you?  

Hopefully drag you into his office to have his way with you while the girls are away for a couple of hours before returning to work

But as you get ready... as you stare at yourself in the mirror... you can’t help but feel off. Something about the way you look today feels off.

Entirely off. 

The way your rogue is settling on your cheeks is not flattering, and no matter how many times you wipe it off and reapply, it is making you look like you painted yourself this morning to look like a clown. Even the way the rogue stains your lips is wrong. 

Fresh face without any makeup will have to do. Eris has never complained before, and he never will. He loves your bare face. He often prefers it because it let’s him paint your face with his cum. 

So you sigh in dissapointment, but let it go ultimately. At least you can still fix your hair the way you want. Maybe you will curl it to frame your face? Maybe you will straighten to highlight your cheeks? The possibilites are endless, right! 

Wrong. 

Your hair is not working with you today. No matter how you try styling it, it falls right back into place, resting in a messy way. You even tried applying a small portion of the gel your mate uses in the morning to help with it, but your hair ends up feeling a bit crusty and greasy, even though that never happens to Eris. 

You’re now feeling a little demotivated... you take a quick peak into your room, noticing that both your babes are awake now. Thank the mother they are just babbling at each other, distracted by telling each other about their dreams. 

Soon they will realize that their papa is gone, and that mama is in the bathroom, and they will run to receive your morning lovings of hugs and kisses before you help them get ready for the day. 

That leaves you with a couple minutes to at least dress a little nicer this morning. So you run into the closet, picking out a flowy sage green dress that Eris had bought for you a couple of days ago despite your closet being full of other clothes. 

“I wanna spoil you my beloved. Besides, I already bought Marwa and Twila dresses that match yours. So maybe you can have them wear their dresses when you wear yours. Just so I can see my most beautiful girls and perfect mate matching.” 

Gods, the way he treated you had your heart fully leaping into his hands, without any hesitancy or doubt, for him to hold close to his own heart

But even the dress is not fitting right on you. The way it hugs your hips shows off the dips that had developed after having your girls. And you didn’t necessarily hate them per say... but it wasn’t something you wanted highlighted to your mate and the entire autumn court for that matter

And then you start to think maybe it’s not the rogue or the hair or the dress... maybe it’s me. I mean your body has changed a lot since having your girls. Your breasts had enlarged with milk for the babes, and your hips had widened for the birth. 

And you hadn’t bounced back like you thought you would. 

And obviously, Eris never gave you any pressure or stress about it. In fact, the male worshiped your body. Pre-pregnancy, during pregnancy, and post pregnancy. He was obsessed with you in the best way possible. 

But for some reason... today was just not working with you. And you felt dejected that you had wasted your time this morning trying to get ready for your husband, only for it to not work out, when you probably could’ve snuck into his office to have a quick few... private... moments. 

Alas, you didn’t have time to think on it too much because the girl’s came running into the room, clinging at your legs begging for their morning kisses and hugs. 

Your heart sung at their love, and you felt a small tug at your bond as the wave of emotion seeped down to where-ever Eris was this morning. 

So you lean down, pick up your girls, pressing kisses all over their faces as they giggle at you, and move to get them ready, pushing away any discontent to the back of your mind. 

You had no time to let this bother you anyway. After breakfast, and hopefully some alone time with Eris,  you needed to head out to different towns across Autumn Court to gather intel on any concerns the people had, to reassure the people that you and Eris were working hard as high lord and high lady to ensure their prosperity, to ensure that you would be different from Beron. 

The girls are incredibly difficult this morning. They want to see their papa, and they want their papa to get them ready this morning. So you press your lips together, promising them that papa will join them for breakfast if they get ready quickly. 

A couple of temper tantrums later, the three of you arrive at the breakfast nook only to discover Lucien in the place of Eris. He sends over a sympathetic smile at the downcast look that crosses your face, letting you and the babes know that their papa had to head out to the border to deal with something that had come up. 

You tug at your bond in worry, and your mate replies almost instantly with reassurance and apology which you wholeheartedly accept. Things like this happen. Things like this will happen as high lord and high lady. Things will come up and interrupt your morning and that is okay. 

But damn, does it mother above fucking suck.  

The only reason the babes don’t have a meltdown over the lack of thier papa’s presence is Lucien’s promise for some candies later if they eat quickly and get to the stables for their horse riding lessons. He squeezes your shoulder in warmth as he is pulled away by his favorite nieces, who immediately give you a hug and kiss in goodbye, once they finish eating. 

You head out to town as soon as you finish your own breakfast. 

The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can see Eris and spend some time with your babes, together as a family. That is the only thing you look forward to for the rest of the day. 

But your time in town only further worsens your mood. Compliant after compliant after compliant. All of them being valid and equally concerning. All of the citizens of the Autumn Court had suffered for centuries under Beron’s rule, and once the fear of Eris disappeared with his kindness, feelings of anger arose within the general population against the Vanserra family as a whole

At some point, you had closed off the bond to Eris because you feared he would pick up on your general distress that was progressing into outright sorrow, discomfort, and grief. 

There wasn’t much you could do besides take the brunt of the anger as high lady, reassure the people that you and Eris were working for them, for the people and not the members of court, to undo the heinous laws Beron had inacted, but advise them it would take time. 

Town after town after town. 

So many families, so many elderly, so many women, so many children had suffered. So many perished with the high taxes and tithes they would were forced to pay, not leaving them with enough money to even buy food. 

And the children... they looked at you with such hope... and once you earned their trust with a couple of candies and friendly conversation, they would sit near you trying to gain the favor of their high lady. They would tell you of losing their fathers to the war, losing their mothers to famine because they would sacrifice their food for their babes... 

It nearly broke you. 

And by the end of the day... by the end of the day you just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep the day away. Intense sadness squeezed at your heart, leaving a lump in your throat, and nausea that had your head spinning. 

You didn’t want the girls to see you like this. You only wanted them to see you happy, to see you content. You and Eris had agreed that the babes would grow up with no concern for either of their parents, that you would put on a front so they felt safe, so they felt normal. 

Nor did you want your mate to see you like this. You didn’t want him to worry about you. 

Part of your sadness stemmed from your overall day being couldron damned. Another part from your lack of time around your mate and babes. Another part from your doubt of yourself in terms of your ability as high lady and even in terms of your beauty. 

It just... the day was not working out the way you wanted it to. And the day refused to work out the way you expected it to. Every surprise was a sad one. There was nothing happy about what happened today. 

So when you got home, nearing sunset, you walked straight past where your mate and the babes were seated in the sitting room. The girls were in their own world, taking turns trying to read the book that was settled on the floor in front of them as the hounds cuddled into their laps and surrounded them in a protective circle. Eris had been leaning on the couch, a content look spanning his face with a soft smile crinkling his freckle covered cheek, watching his perfect babes politely hand off different pages to each other, watching them point at the little pictures in the book and pointing it out to the hounds that were around them who oddly looked like they understood every word the babes spoke to them. 

Your mate had been the first to notice your presence along with the hound he had gifted you for protection when you had accepted the mating bond. The hound trailed after you as Eris stared after your distancing form in confusion, you hadn’t even spared him or the babes so much as a glance as you stormed towards your bedroom. 

A sense of dread fills the male as he feels a pulse of sadness through the bond. He hadn’t felt anything from you since this morning, but he had chalked it up to you being busy. He hadn’t thought you were upset in any form. He felt his heart drop, maybe you were angry he had failed to join you and the girls for breakfast. 

“Watch over the babes,” he commanded the hounds who had sat up, ears pointing backward and down in alert at their masters orders, surrounding the girls in a circle. When the babes asked where their papa was going, “I’m gonna check on your mama, my Marwa, my Twila.  Don’t worry. we will be back with dinner okay?” 

They nodded in reply, confused because their mama usually always greeted them with kisses and hugs whenever she came back from work, but they didn’t ask their papa any other questions as he hurried after you.  

Eris finds you curled under the covers in bed, and you don’t even peak out to watch him approach you as he settles down on the bed on your side. His feet settle onto the floor on the side of the bed as he angles his body to face yours. He can smell the saltiness of your tears in the air which has his heart racing, trying to think of any reason you could be upset. 

Gods forbid, had you been hurt while out in town? Were you upset with him? Were the girls too rough to deal with alone this morning? 

He would never forgive himself if anything had happened to you. 

Nor would he forgive the person who was stupid enough to upset you like this. 

And Mother have mercy on him if he found out that he was the reason you were upset. He would rather light himself on fire alive than be the cause of your pain. 

“Beloved?” he whispers when he hears your sniffles coming from underneath the covers. He presses a firm hand into what looks to be the outline of your shoulder, before peeling the blanket away from you. 

Bile rises in his throat as he clocks in the tears streaming down your cheeks, your hand pressed into your mouth to muffle your sobs, and eyes squeezed shut to hide the pain that was no doubt reflected in your beautiful iris’. 

His heart shatters into a million pieces, not understanding what has happened that has upset you so. 

But he quickly jumps into action. 

Immediately shifting to lay on top of you, to allow his body weight to act as a grounding source, to allow his warmth to stabilize the adrenaline that is racing through your veins, to press kisses anywhere he has access to. 

His hands run up and down your sides, squeezing at your waist and hips before pulling you up into him, molding your body against his as his arm wraps tightly around your waist, his other arm reaching up to finger the ends of your hair. 

“What happened my beloved? Has something hurt you?” 

You don’t even reply, you just bury your head into the junction of his shoulder and neck, inhaling his cinnamon and apple scent, tinged with the afternoon rain and leaves, allowing for the sound of his heartbeat to calm your own. 

You finally open your side of the bond, allowing all your feelings to flood towards him. He takes a sharp inhale, overwhelmed by the rush of negative emotions, but doesn’t say anything. He wants you to share these feelings with him. He wants to lift the burden of these feelings in any way he can. And if that means letting it go onto him, then so be it. 

You shake against his body for a while, tears soaking into his shoulder as he strokes your hair, at some point pulling you into his lap and rocking you back and forth. 

And when you are ready,  you finally begin to tell your husband about your day. About how the day started off so perfectly with him waking you up, and how you felt so motivated to feel pretty for him. How nothing worked out and it left you feeling insecure. How the girls were upset that their papa wasn’t there in the morning, instead they were stuck with mama (even though you know that is not how they meant it to sound, they are only babes for mothers sake). How the towns people had so many concerns. How the children of the court had suffered. How upset you were that these things would take time to fix. How upset you were that you couldn’t relieve the peoples pain with one law, with one all included fix. How much you missed him throughout the day. How much you had wanted some alone time with him... some private time... how disappointed you were when he wasn’t there at breakfast, and how you just were not feeling good. Not feeling good about the day. Not feeling good about the state of the court. Not feeling good about yourself. 

And he listened. Stroking your back with one hand, and your hair with the other. Pressing kisses into your temple and forehead, onto your cheeks and corners of your eyes every time a new tear tried to slip out. 

He didn’t interrupt you once, allowing for you to get all your feelings out there. Only sending strokes of love, appreciation, pride, longing, and want down the bond that tied your two hearts together. 

And when you finally finished, tears all dried out, breathless from your rant, his hand came up to your chin, gripping it to force eye contact with you. The bond had tightened into one of pure devotion streaking down to reach your end, encasing you with your mates love. His amber iris’ stared into yours, flicking back and forth, reflecting only honesty and truth as he began thickly, “My beloved, you are the most stunning female I have ever seen, ever had the pleasure knowing, probably the most stunning female to have ever existed. You are the definition of ethereal, elegance, dazzling, enchanting, and alluring. Your beauty exceeds that of the stars, moon, and sun. There are not enough words to describe your beauty, really there are no words that can accurately describe it either. You are just going to have to take my word for it, and I promise you that I will prove to you ever day how bewitched I am by you. I am so sorry your day didn’t go as you wanted it to. I was actually hoping to join you sometime later today, but I got pulled away by the border issues and I just didn’t have enough time. I am sorry you had to deal with all that on your own. Things for the people are very emotionally charged right now, but I am so fucking proud of you. I am proud to have you as my high lady. I, and the people of this court, are incredibly blessed to have you as high lady, my beloved. You handled things beautifully, and in ways that I couldn’t have done better myself. You are allowed to have off days my love, but I am here for you. And I am going to remind you every time you have one of those days, actually, I am going to remind you every day, that you are my entire heart. My whole soul. And my world, along with the babes. My universe revolves around you. And you are the most loved person I know. The babes absolutely adore you, and while they were complaining in the morning for you, you should’ve seen how they cried when they realized you would be gone for the entire day. It took hours to console them beloved, hours. I was nearly about to rip my hair out before I brought in the hounds to distract them. You are their world. You are the perfect mama to them, and I assure you that you are their favorite being to exist, and I cannot help but feel the exact same. I love you so much, and it is going to be okay. I promise you.”

Your lip trembled at his devotion towards you. Everyday, your mate managed to surprise you with the amount of love and affection he held towards you. Everyday, over and over again, he proved that he was the only being that you could ever possibly want or need to be happy, to be content, to live. “Thank you, Er,” you whispered, leaning forward and capturing his lips against yours. They moved slowly and passionately against each other, pulling away and coming back. Gasping against each others lips for air before shifting to press against each other with no space left in between. His tongue slipped between your lips, ushering into your mouth to stroke at your tongue causing a shot of lust to course through your body. He leaned back, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a soft moan that had him surging forward again.

“EWWWWWWWWWW” 

Both Marwa and Twila’s little voices squealed at their parents display of affection, you shoved Eris away at the sound of your babes, immediately glancing over his shoulder to see the two of them scrunching their tiny faces in disgust. The both of them must’ve snuck in at some point during Eris’ speech, and- 

“Mama, Papa was sucking your face off!” Twila screamed, leaping across the room towards you. Marwa following behind her just as quickly. Both landed on their papa, causing Eris to fall back with an “omph” 

Their tiny fingers shoved into Eris’ sides trying to tickle the male to get him away from their precious mama with their best effort. Luckily for their papa, he was not very ticklish. 

Unluckily for them, the babes were. 

He locked eyes with you, amber iris’ lined with mischief that caused you to giggle and nod. You both snatched one of the girls away, sending soft brushes across their torso and behind their knees where they tickled the most, sloppily kissing every inch of their faces you both could reach.  Their little screams of laughter that followed, soothing the last seed of ache in your heart. 

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Girl Dad!Eris Masterlist

Headcanons

Eris is a girl dad part 1

Eris is a girl dad part 2

Eris is a girl dad part 3

Pregnancy headcanons

Drabbles

You’re feeling neglected 

The girls get their first cycle and only Eris is present

The home Eris had built for you

Skinned knees and tantrums

Eris is a simp

You had a rough day

Mornings

Jewelry Girl dad!Eris would get you

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Bouquets Girl Dad!Eris gives to you and your babes: Marwa and Twila

Every Friday (the day Marwa and Twila were born, what an absolutely sap), Eris gives you and the babes unique bouquets.

You have a habit of drying up all the flowers that he will ever give you and the babes, and save them in a memory book.

The girls will always know and experience their papa’s endless love. They never go a day without it.

Marwa is a fan of daisies and Twila is a fan of tulips.

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Sigh....

Marwa and Twila sneaking into your bed every morning so they can cuddle up close to you and Eris.

And Eris doesn't even fully wake up, he just pulls his babes into his chest and reaches out to let your head rest in his hand, your bond humming with pulses of unconditional love, before knocking back out into a deep sleep, content with his favorite girls in his arms.

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Girldad!Eris handling skinned knees 👀 and/or tantrums (toddlers are ROUGH)

OMG Girldad!Eris when one of his babes is hurt I can't!!!

Okay, I think Eris would absolutely be a coddler when it comes to the babes. He is constantly vigilant of the girls, and making sure to keep an eye out, especially if you are taking a family stroll through the forest. You love taking the babes out whenever you can to experience the beautiful weather of Autumn, and they love nature in general. Anyway, you are out on a hike as a family, the hounds are walking ahead of the babes, and you and Eris are strolling behind them allowing for them to explore and taking pauses as needed. Twila, ever the curious babe, sees a waterfall ahead on the trail and makes a run for it. I mean this babe is toddling her way as fast as she can on her tiny legs, and you call out to her, "Slow down sweets," And the poor babe turns around to look at you mischeviously as she continues to run, giggling to herself, before she just pummels into the ground, tripping over some branch. I think Twila picks herself up in a little bit of shock as you and Eris jog over to her to make sure she hasn't hurt herself. She is already looking down at her skinned knee with fat tears streaming down her cheeks. She looks up at Eris, who has knelt down to look at her eye level, and points at her knee whimpering. OMGGGGG Eris would be sooo upset He is rushing to pick up his little girl, kissing away her tears, and brushing her hair away from her face as he rests her on his hip. "You're okay my little beloved, don't cry." Marwa begins to whimper as tears line her eyes, scared her little twin sister has been hurt. Ugh she is the best sister I cannot So you pick her up too, comforting her, "Your sister is okay sweets, just a scrapped knee." And Eris just straightens out his other arm to take her into his grasp as well.

Now he is holding both girls close to his chest, as you inspect Twila's knee and rest your hand over, using some of your magic to heal the tender skin.

Then you kiss it ever so softly, "There, Mama's kiss makes it all better."

Twila sniffles a little, fisting at her tears as Eris continues to coddle her a little, but also reminding her, "This is why we don't run without looking sweets. Okay? Let's be more careful next time."

And both the girls are just nodding up at their papa as he nuzzles into their chubby cheeks, while you press your own kisses onto their soft skin.

ALSO omg tantrums!!! Toddlers are scary!

TBH, I think Marwa and Twila are not having tantrums very often.

They are spoiled by their papa, and he rarely says no to them.

They want a tree house??? They are getting a fucking tree house.

They like the jewelry on display in the market because it sparkles??? You best believe Eris is buying three matching sets just for his babes and mate.

They want new stuffies?? They get it the next day

They want more puppies?? Puh lease, like father like daughter...

Despite being spoiled, you and Eris do a very good job at making sure the girls know how privileged they are.

You both are absolutely taking them to the women and children shelters, and they absolutely love volunteering and handing out new toys to all their new friends. They are extremely kind little girls who love their people, just like papa. 

I don't think that you shy away from punishment either. If these babes are misbehaving, Eris will be a strict father as he needs to be.

But he never ever is using the methods his father used.

You both use gentle parenting, and that works really well.

Most of the time at least.

But these are babes we are talking about, little toddlers who have big emotions and don't know how to deal with them properly sometimes, so they are going to have tantrums every once and a while.

This usually happens when the girls are pretty tired, haven't taken their nap, and are just overall cranky.

Dinner will be ready in less than an hour but the girls are wanting some sweets beforehand.

And they ask mama, you say no, reminding them that dinner is soon and they can have dessert after.

And then they try to be sneaky and ask papa who is sitting across the room from where you are, thinking he hadn’t heard your response, and because papa rarely says no to them.

So when they ask Papa, and he says no??

Immediate meltdown.

I mean kicking their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs, crying... it is not a pretty sight

At this point, both you and Eris are a little frustrated. The babes just haven't been cooperative today.

So you takes a deep breathe as you clench your jaw a little bit. They are just babes, you remind yourself silently. A sudden wave of love and affection is sent down the golden thread that wraps around your heart, filling you with a gentle warmth that causes a soft smile to tug on your face.

You look up to find you mate, your perfect fucking mate, who is already staring at you with a little mirth in his eyes.

You take a deep sigh of relief as Eris walks over to your babes who are having their tantrum, knowing he is about to take care of everything. Like he always does.

He sits down on the floor, next to the crying babes, before picking up his arms, opening them wide, waiting silently, patiently, like the perfect father he is.

The girls, who are still crying, launch themselves into Papa's arms, cuddling close into his chest as he strokes their hair, reminding them to take deep breathes.

After taking a couple of deep breathes, the girls are able to calm down enough for him to set the babes in his lap, "That wasn't very kind girls, we don't throw tantrums like that do we?"

They sniffle while trying to come up with excuses, "But papa..."

And he listens intently to all of their thoughts, allowing for them to express themselves, nodding along as you make your way towards the now settled babes.

You sit down next to them, and Marwa climbs out of her papa's lap to settle onto yours, snuggling into your chest, wanting Mama’s warmth and comfort. 

He gently reminds them, "Dinner will be ready in an hour, we don't want to spoil your appetite with sweets, my darlings. And papa didn't say no to sweets, he said you would be able to have them after dinner right? You are allowed to have big emotions my little beloveds. But I want you to be able to express yourself calmly, there is no need for tantrums."

And then he goes explains to the girls how they can express themselves better, without screaming or throwing themselves onto the ground.

He encourages them to take deep breathes when they have big feelings, and to do their best to explain it to mama or papa, because they are always willing to listen.

And mama and papa will always take the time to explain their reasoning to their perfect little girls.

You nod along, agreeing with your mate and husband, "I think our babes are just tired. But because you threw a tantrum when you know you could've expressed yourself calmly girls, I think for sweets, you will share a piece of pie between yourselves instead of having an individual piece. Okay little beloveds?"

And they sniffle again, both whispering out small "okay, I'm sorry mama. I'm sorry papa."

Eris just tugs you three close to him, pressing both of his babes into his chest and you into his side. Kissing their tiny foreheads and pecking your lips.

You smile down at your now calm babes, "We forgive you. Always."  

Anyways, so sorry this was so long, but I loved this ask!!! Truly, Eris is the best papa to his little girls and you are the best mama.

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Eris is a girl dad

Just thinking that Eris would absolutely be a girl dad. When he finds out your are pregnant, he has no doubt in his mind it is a girl, even though you don’t even know if it is a girl/boy. 

And yes, he will playfully argue with you, “I know it is a girl beloved, and I am never wrong,” while giving you the smuggest look. He says he doesn’t care about the gender of the babe, as long as you and them are healthy. But we all know he prays for a girl who looks exactly like you. 

He wants it all with his little girls: tea parties, dressing up, matching outfits with you, the dolls/plushies. 

He would absolutely spoil the shit out of his little girl, and would absolutely do anything to protect her.