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[readychilledwine]

Dancing with Eris Vanserra Headcanons?

Sway

Dancing with Eris Headcanons

Warnings - none.

A/N - I have a whole playlist for this subject. Writing Eris dancing is honestly becoming an obsession.

P.s. You'll get a detailed scene of that in Kissed by Fire.

Eris learned to dance from his mother. His father did not see if as a necessary skill, but Mama Vanserra saw it as a necessary outlet.

She has had him dancing since he could stand on her toes. She would count the little steps out to him while teaching him the story and meaning behind each dance.

It soon became an object of pride Beron used. Another way to brag about the son he was not actually proud of.

He would use Eris's skills to seduce females for information, or Mother forbid a father upset the High Lord and had a pretty daughter. Then it was a warning.

Until, you, that is.

Your father is one of Eris's spies, planted as an advisor to Beron. Once you were of age, Beron insisted on a large ball to honor you and present you as an eligible bachelorette to the Autumn Court.

Beron had Eris offer you a dance. It was the first time Beron forced him to dance with a female where it wasn't a warning or filled with ill intent.

Eris will never forget that night. Your hair had been curled and fell into loose waves, a braid wrapped the back of your hair with pieces pulled through. Your father and mother spared no expense to purchase diamonds to decorate your hair with.

He remembers the way you flushed when he offered you his hand. The way you quietly squeaked when his hand rested on your hip once you two were centered on the floor.

He remembers the feel of the rich red velvet dress and its full skirt. He remembers the whispers of scandal over the sweetheart necklace decored with diamonds and sheer nude sleeves that matched your skintone perfectly and matched as well. It was a nod to your mother's Night Court heritage while still accepting fashion standards from Autumn.

The first dance you two shared was a traditional waltz.

It would be the same dance you two would share for your first as husband and wife one year later.

Eris never had a dance partner like you. Someone who was as trained as he was, who loved to dance as much as he did.

Nesta had been fun to dance with, but she did not hold a candle to you.

You and Eris spend most of your time dancing. Sometimes, it's alone with instruments enchanted to play in the ballroom. Sometimes, it's to absolutely no music, your head on his chest. Your arms would rest up his strong back while one of his wrapped your waist and the other cradled your head.

The two of you are the opening dance for every Autumn ball, a tradition handed over by Beron to Eris to allow him to drink instead of perform his duties.

It allowed you two so much more freedom to decide the tone of the ball. It was a symbol of power Beron unknowingly and stupidly handed his son.

It also allowed you two to bring back a dance Beron had banned. The tango. He had deemed it too sexual, too scandalous.

The dance was too ingrained in Autumn culture to allow it to rest and be forgotten.

When Beron died under mysterious circumstances, dancing became more common in Autumn again.

In the streets, in the pubs, in The Forest House.

It became all too common to hear you and Eris laughing as he spun and dipped you.

His body was more relaxed now, allowing the movements to feel almost Godlike now.

When you two finally have a family, the made tradition continues.

From the moment your little daughter holds her head up well enough, Eris holds her close, letting her hold his finger in her little hand and swaying her.

Then Eris echos his own mother, having your sweet girl stand on his feet as he teaches her the steps.

Her first dance presented to the court was a magic moment for Eris.

She was in your dress. That beautiful red velvet dress. He looked at you during the dance, eyes lined with tears as you held your young son.

You would always be his favorite partner. His perfect match. But his daughter, your daughter, she would be close second.

It was a fairytale for him. It healed that last part of dancing that had been so tainted by Beron.

He had spent the rest of the night dancing with you, watching closely as male after male approaches your daughter

You trailed his eyes, seeing the lights dancing off your daughter's flaming red hair. "A beauty, is she not?"

"She is exquisite. My finest work." His lips twitched in pride. Eyes beginning to water again. "I do not plan on letting her go gently."

"Perhaps you will have a dance off with whomever she decides is worthy of her love."

Eris smirked at the idea, the bond now glowing as he dipped you and kissed your neck. "And now I know how we replace the blood duels. I would never lose."

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💕 Welcome to Liz's side blog 💕

Main blog is @readychilledwine

I wanted to start sharing my personal favorite fics, head canons, and fan art with you all, but keep my main blog as streamlined as possibly since I am a busy bee who tries to post frequently.

Here you will find the following:

What book I am currently reading 💕

My fic recommendations from a few fandoms 💕

Fan art and memes 💕

If I am a good bean - my rating on the books I'm reading 💕

Occasionally, baby daddy recommending fics (that aren't mine)

You can also send me an ask with your recommendations if you want me to read or check out a fic, ask me about what I'm currently reading, and ask me about what I liked about certain fics.

I actively try to avoid AI based artwork, but a few of my lists do currently have AI on them. Don't be surprised when they get updated. Think of the AI as a placeholder.

I will not be using this account to take asks and requests for my main account. If you have a request, please send it to @readychilledwine so I can keep everything in one place 💕

#elizabeths.updates #elizabeths.sideblog

[readychilledwine]

You know you're an Elucien when you're looking for a specific lucien series to add to your rec masterlist, and you accidentally type "Lucien Archeron"

Sigh. My bad.

#elizabeths.updates #acotar #lucien archeron #elucien #dont even start the shipwar thing with me. #i write for all sides. #im allowed a preference.

[readychilledwine]

Nothing can ruin my day.

My daughter just giggled for the first time.

Might actually have the motivation to fully finish a few wips now.

#baby giggles cure depression #it was so sweet. #baby daddy is going to be so sad he missed it. #do i lie and not tell him it happened so its a “first” he got to experience? #working has been hard on him. #elizabeths.updates #elizabeths.babydaddy #send asks #send anons #send advice 🥺

[readychilledwine]

reread kissed by fire and I'm wondering what Amelia's reaction to Feyre's "fuck and fight" comment was?

Assuming you mean her comment during dinner when Nesta asked her if the food wasn't good enough?

If so, as older sister, here we go.

Meet Amelia, pre-Cauldron, and like we saw in my little side fic of her and Eris, absolutely tired of everyone's shit.

Amelia felt her eye twitch as she processed Feyre's sentence. The whole room had gone quiet, Nesta and Elain schooling their laughter better than Amelia could have asked for. "Say that again but slower?"

Feyre looked at Amelia before looking down, muttering the sentence over with less confidence as Amelia set her fork on the table, food still completely untouched, and sighed. "Did you roll in the hay with Thomas to discover this? Or did your bear, deer, overgrown cat, hybrid mutant lover tell you this?"

Rhysand choked on his drink before clearing his throat, and Amelia continued. "Do you realize how pretentious and ridiculous you sound? Or do you simply not care because you believe your new status as a creature that oppressed what you used to be must mean you are better than the rest of us now?"

The table was fully silent. No silverware gently scraping fine plates, no soft conversations. Just Elain and Nesta looking down as Amelia waited for Feyre to attempt a battle of words with the sister who has a poisoned tongue and three fae males who knew better than to interrupt a mother figuring giving a verbal lashing. "If you're done trying to impress the male sitting beside you, graciously, in our father's spot at the table, and ready to treat us like your sisters instead of random humans whose home you have broken and barged into, and made demands of, then we can continue to eat and I will negotiate the use of our home and haven with your new," she looked between Feyre and Rhysand, deciding the best word to use, "situation."

"I didn't mean-"

"I am not finished, Feyre. If you're going to continue acting like this, I will ask you four to leave. And you," Nesta straighted as Amelia's gaze fell on her. "Enough. Stop antagonizing her. Stop picking on her. Stop treating her like a damned child. If she doesn't want to eat the food, she doesn't have to. She is fully capable of deciding that for herself. I will send you to bed. And Elain," Amelia turned to her, face still unreadable. "You are under no obligation to stay here if you do not want to risk your engagement," a pointed look to Feyre reminded the youngest sister of the sacrifices her family was risking. "But thank you for your continued grace as the hellcats argue as they always have."

Amelia stood, taking her plate with her before walking and stopping next to Rhysand. "When you are ready to negotiate the use of this manor for whatever you have planned, I'll be in my father's office. Hopefully, you won't turn it into the situation at the Beddor house." She watched Rhysand pale, smiling with a glare as she told him she knew exactly who he was with few words. "Goodnight. Enjoy your meal."

#acotar #elizabeths.updates #send asks #send anons #acotar x reader #kissedbyfire #eris fic #eris x reader

[readychilledwine]

.....this is why I can't doom scroll.

Be prepared for the return of Mittens and Whiskers with Cat Daddy Azriel

Peep The Breakfast Club here if you haven't met Azriel's kittens yet

#elizabeths.updates #doom scrolling

[readychilledwine]

Rhys w a small reader with a big mouth?

Little Girl, Big Mouth

Rhys with a mouthy reader headcanons

Warnings - implied smut, reader could be seen as trashy but Rhys loves it

A/n - This anon actually came from an IRL friend. She texted me about it, and I had her clarify if she meant a gossip or big mouth as in a girl who is prone to talking shit and fighting. It was talking shit and fighting, so thanks, Sammie 💕💕

Ps- I will figure out what your username is 👀 but you're very sweet for doing this the way the rest of my followers do instead of just texting me first😭

You aren't a doormat. He refuses to let you be seen as one. Even if that means you get into a verbal argument here and there.

Those verbal arguments have gotten physical.

My baby daddy always tells me not to write a check he can't cash (if you don't know what that means, it means don't start a fight that he can't finsh.) You don't have that problem with Rhysand.

If you stand, mouth firing off insults as someone else is, he will stand too. Ride or die, he won't let you fight without him.

And that is if the man isn’t already behind you, warning the male standing over you without even having to speak that if he lays a hand on you or speaks out of line, he will be finding out why Rhysand is proud to be half illyrian.

You do know time and place, but if someone insults your male, your family, or your court first, all bets are off.

Your mouth is equal opportunity. High fae, lower, male, female, high lord? You don't care. All bets are off the table with you. No one is safe.

Beron? Constantly roasting him. Asking him if beating his wife helps him feel like a real male. Keir? Verbally torn apart. How pathetic he must be to think he has some pull when he lost out on being high lord.

Hell, illyrian males aren't even safe from you. Not when three immediately are behind you the second they feel your mood change.

And it isn't that you can't fight. You are well trained and can more than hold your own. He just prefers you let him.

He's only held you back once. It was from Amren, and he hardly caught you in time before you jumped on her.

Cassian was disappointed. He wanted to watch two tiny females wrestle it out. He said it would be better if pretty lacy outfits were involved, but he was ready to settle for you in your dress and Amren in her two piece outfit.

Rhys did not stop you, nor Amren, from tackling Cassian for that comment.

He will throw you over his shoulder, ignoring you as you scream for him to put you down while still running your mouth as you're carried out of the room. But only if family is involved.

Mother knows they are no exception. You all get on each other's nerves from time to time. Besides Azriel. You could never fight Azriel.

Rhys loves it. He loves how spicy you are. He loves how much fight and sass you have. He loves how it's always to people who are mean.

He does love fighting for you as well. Sometimes, he asks you to pick fights when it's someone he has been itching to get his hands on.

He rewards you throughly when you oblige him.

"Where's that big mouth now, darling?" While your back is arched off the bed, and your mind is just a haze. "Thought you had so much to say earlier."

He loves making his girl with so much to say and so many opinions go dumb for him.

He loves it when all you can think to say is his name and barely thrown together words.

He loves putting your mouth to other uses if you start in on him, too.

He'd keep you tucked under his desk for hours, putting your mouth towards something actually useful if you two fight.

And that's rare. Your opinions are normally shared and mutual. It's why you two work. Otherwise, you would be constantly at each other's throats with how vocally dominant you both like to be.

Overall, he'd change nothing about how sassy you can be. He loves you as is. Even if it means you bandaging his hands after a trip to Illyria.

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[readychilledwine]

✨️Liz Life Update✨️

I'm in a little bit of a funk right now as we are adjusting medication for PPD/A related things with my job becoming a bigger factor in my mental health than we imagined. Ya girl was made for the days when single job incomes could easily sustain a household, and women were able to make the choice between working and being a stay at home mom.

I'm trying to get through editing because I love you all and want to post, but right now, I'm needing a little more love and care from baby daddy and my family than we expected for how well things were going. We're taking a little mini vacation with our Sophia and my parents this weekend to see if getting into nature helps.

Thank you for staying through my struggle. I promise I'm trying to get better 💕

#elizabeths.updates #self care isnt selfish and im trying to learn that.

[readychilledwine]

Me needing a smut break

Tiktok - first video that pops up

Me - "fiiiiiiiine I'll write it."

#acotar #to be an oc or a reader fic though #elizabeths.updates #we like angst #angst and smut

[readychilledwine]

While we are discussing NSFW content.

This is what I picture when thinking of Helion's thighs.

Be prepared for us to be bend over them and spanked.

Impact play coming soon 💕

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[readychilledwine]

wip wednesday?...

Untitled Rhys x Eris's Daughter fic

"So you want me to distract grandpa?" Rhys watched your arms cross over your chest. The corset highlighted your waist, how little Beron ensured you were kept. Mate, his soul whispered again. Mate.

Eris nodded, fixing his daughter's long red hair. "You had a nightmare. You want your papa. He should be having a bourbon for the night. Ask if you can sleep with him. He never denies you anything."

"I'm getting very tired of being a pawn for you on this fucking chessboard."

"Y/n."

"You owe me cake."

Angsty Rhys x reader x Azriel UTM request

"So that's it? 400 years just thrown away?"

Azriel looked away from you, trying to hide his heart ripping apart under the mask he worn. "Rhys is your mate. I am... insignificant in comparison."

You nodded, tears now falling freely. "So you aren't even allowing me choice like you two promised? You've decided for me."

#elizabeths.updates #send asks #send anons

[readychilledwine]

Dear other ACOTAR fanfiction writers,

This is your gentle reminder that this fandom is toxic. Post that fic you've been hiding due to:

A) it centering around a "disliked" character

B) it not being written pro IC

C) the shipwar fighters that will come.

It's not you. It's the fandom. Post your hard work. You deserve the praise that will come from it. ❤️

#acotar #send asks #send anons #elizabeths.updates #fanfic writers #writers on tumblr #acotar fanfiction #take your negativity somewhere else

[readychilledwine]

Not me... trying to focus on finishing last edits and then doing this to myself....

“I'm sorry, you went where?” You couldn't help staring at Bryce as she spoke. Your heart was racing as she began her story again. Demon winged males, a kingdom of glimmering starlight, an ancient female with silver eyes and no regard for Bryce’s humanity. A tattooed hand came and rested on yours, squeezing softly to pull you out of the mental void you had fallen into. “Mom, you okay?” You turned to Ruhn, ignoring the pain in your heart as you looked into the mirror image of your older brother. “Of course, honey. What did you say the male's name was again, Bryce? It's odd.” “Rhysand. Who names their kid that? Also, absolute alphahole.”

#elizabeths.updates #send asks #send anons #acotar x reader #potential azriel fic... again

[readychilledwine]

Me- drinking hot chocolate, snuggling my baby, and looking at the snow.

My baby daddy - it's gloomy and snowy today. *turns on tv* I know what you secretly want. *finds twilight* let the cringe begin.

Me internally screaming - yeeeeessssss

Does Twilight still have a chokehold on anyone else for both cringe and love purposes orrrr just me?

#twilight #elizabeths.updates

[readychilledwine]

Me wanting to post the Azriel Size Kink fic today.

Me as I'm rereading it - how tall actually is Azriel? *proceeds to read hundreds of theories while finding a height chart generator.

Me - (wanting to keep in a specific joke) fuck it. He's 6'8". Cassian is 7'. That way, when he some day meets Lorcan, they're equal.

Anyways- here's a visual, and uhhhh Size Kink will be up in maybe an hourish?

#acotar #acotar x reader #send asks #send anons #azriel acotar #elizabeths.updates #readychilledwine valentines day bingo

[readychilledwine]

Will you be writing book boyfriend pt 2? 👀 (it's totally fine and understandable if you're not, I'm like just asking 🧍‍♀️)

Sneak peak for Book Boyfriend pt 2 (coming tomorrow)

You stared at Azriel like he had three heads before rushing to the book he had broken. "What chapter did you say?"

"55?" Azriel stood with his arms crossed on his chest. "Sweetness, I'm trying to have a serious-"

You held a hand up to him, consuming every damned word of how the lord in this novel covered his mate in paint. You were screaming for Rhys, covering your mouth to hide laughter. You knew who Sellyn Drake was, and Dear Rhysand was going to want to know too.

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