#eri the apple baby

[genie-made-of-clouds]

My question is: does anyone have any fics that contain

THIS

Dadmic, baby Eri, not dadzawa. I mean, preferably not dadzawa. Dadzawa is really cool, but im looking for a REALLY string bond between Mic and Eri.

Seriously, if anyone has any suggestions, PLEASE let me know.

#dad mic #eri the apple baby #mha eri #cute eri #yamada hizashi #present mic

[luveline]

hello my love!! could you maybe show us what bedtime is like in the kbd universe? thank you, you’re incredible <3

kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader get their small family ready for bed. 3k

“She looks so pretty,” Avery whispers. 

Steve struggles to pull the hem of his sock over his ankle, crossing his legs to match her as she snaps an apple slice in half with her fingers, the juice wetting her pyjama top, her torso swaying as his knee bumps into hers. “Who?” Steve asks, blinking. 

“Wren,” Avery says, leaning back to let Steve see the baby where she’s napping in her bouncer. Avery shoves a chunk of apple in her mouth. “She’s pw-ery.” 

“Try not to talk with your mouth full, you might choke.” 

Avery nods, closing her mouth to chew up the rest of her food with chipmunk cheeks. 

Steve draws a little heart into her knee. She has a bruise from falling up the stairs a few days ago like a purple ink blot just under her kneecap, but she hasn’t complained. She didn’t cry when she fell, she just got back up and asked for a Capri-Sun. Steve’s surprised she’s so hardy, but she’s getting older. He’d sort of been hoping she’d want him to kiss it better.

“She’s pretty like her big sister,” he says. 

“I’m glad she’s stopped crying all the time.” 

“Me too.” He takes one of the smaller slices from her plate to eat, wiping juice from her cheek as he does. 

She grins. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. You all done?” 

“Yep.” 

“Not hungry anymore?” 

“Nope.” She grabs her plate before he can. “I’ll put it in the sink.” 

“Thanks, beautiful.” 

She jumps up with her empty plate and does a spin, saying, “Who, me?” 

Steve laughs like an idiot, still chuckling to himself as the sound of her plate hitting the kitchen sink reaches his ears. Wren, finally out of her sleep regression (for now), doesn’t wake. All good signs of a good night. 

Steve lets his head fall back onto little legs. “What about you?” he asks Dove, the second youngest daughter, where she sits behind him on the couch. 

She hums under her breath, her hands quick to weave into his hair, petting it away from his face. He waits for an answer he doesn’t get, closing his eyes and turning his face into her knee. Her giggles are treacle sweet. “Don’t sleep,” she protests. 

“I’m tired.” 

“It’s not bed time.” 

She’s not gonna like what Steve’s about to tell her, if that’s the case. She had a screaming tantrum last night about bed time where she threw herself on the floor and whacked her hands until her palms turned bright red. He’s not wanting a repeat. 

“It is bed time,” he says gently, though it’s not for another half an hour, “but, I was thinking, because you’ve been so good today you’d stay up extra. Maybe even have hot cocoa before bed.” Steve turns to meet her eyes. “How’s that sound?” 

“Really?” she asks, her eyes blowing wide with excitement. Steve is starting to wonder if she’s not as mini-me as he used to think, growing into sweeter features as she leaves the baby-toddler stage and starts to look like a kid. He loves it. 

“That sound fun or what?” 

She dives at him. He has enough sense to have twisted and catches her before she can break any of his teeth. “You are the best daddy ever!” she declares seriously, almost tipping over his shoulder. 

He lets her dangle for a second, then yanks her back topside. “You’re my best girl, that’s why. Let’s go make the drinks. Actually, we better go see who else wants some.” 

You and Bethie are attempting some last minute crafts at the dining table, and you’re very interested in hot chocolate but Beth doesn’t like it and so, doesn’t want any. She does seem interested in a glass of milk with a couple of chocolate chip cookies, so it’s nearly the same thing. “Careful,” he says, putting the half a pint of milk down in front of her birdhouse cautiously, “you don’t wanna spill that, baby.” 

“Who says she’s gonna spill it?” you ask. 

“Don’t start with me,” Steve warns. 

You smile to yourself. You’ve a spatula for PVA glue in your hand, skins of glue dried to your fingertips flecked with splinters of wood. Lollipop crafts felt like a good idea when he’d suggested it, but then he didn’t actually want to do it, and you’d been kind enough to step in. I’m sick of mess, he’d confided. 

Well, you’d said, somewhere between a quick kiss pressed to his shoulder and your hand rubbing it away, you probably shouldn’t have asked me to have so many kids. 

I love mess, he’d corrected immediately. Love to make more of it someday. 

“We’re nearly done in time for bed,” you assure him now. 

“I told Dove she could have an extra half an hour.” He winks at you clumsily. 

“Oh, really? Well, maybe Beth and Avery should get some extra time too.” 

Beth dunks her cookie into the top of her cup. “No thanks. I’m tired. Can I sleep with Avery again?” she asks, milk dribbling down the sides of the glass to darken the coaster underneath. 

“You’ll have to ask her yourself,” Steve says. “Wait, where is she? I thought she was in here.” Something grabs him by the legs, a sudden clutching that activates a heat in his eyes and spine he can’t explain. He flinches sideways into a cabinet and almost steps on a rather small limb. “What the fuck.” 

“Boo!” Avery says, laughing brightly as Steve rights himself on the counter. 

“Avery! Did I step on you? I’m sorry,” he says, immediately bending down. “What were you thinking? I could’ve really hurt you!” 

“Daaad, I was just pulling a prank,” she says. 

He checks over the arm he was so sure he’d stepped on. “You okay?” 

“She’s fine,” you say. “Yeah?” 

“I’m fine!” She hugs his legs again. “You said a super bad word.” 

He was hoping everybody missed that. “Dove–”

“Dad,” Dove interrupts, kicking her little feet exactly where he left her sitting on the dinner table by your left, “bad words make me cry.” She says it all clunky and clumsy, having heard it enough times. Her Aunt Robin has a potty-mouthed girlfriend, and Steve can’t do damage control quick enough sometimes.

“No, it’s when you say bad words daddy cries,” Avery says. 

“I didn’t say one!” 

“I know! I just mean it’s not when dad says it.” 

“What?” Dove asks. “He did says it.”

You’re grinning. You love when Dove confuses herself, all kids go through it, where half the time they don’t know what they’re saying until you help them along, but you love Dove’s new phase especially because she’s always been so serious. “What Avery is telling you, baby, is that daddy doesn’t get upset when he says bad words because he’s a grown up.” 

“So when we’re older we can cuss too?” Bethie asks. 

Steve’s jaw drops. “No, Beth! No, none of you need to say bad words, and I don’t either, and I’m really sorry. Can we forget about it?” 

Steve makes hot chocolate and helps you clean the sorry mess you’ve made on the table, and, after some light teasing, everybody forgets he’d reacted so violently to Avery’s surprise. Well, almost. Dove is the first to succumb to a case of the sleepies despite being otherwise reluctant to give in, sitting on his thigh, marshmallows still whole in her drink. She’d barely managed four sips. 

Steve cuddles her to his chest, covering her ear where she nuzzles against him from the sounds of your and Avery’s giggling. “He went pale,” you’re saying. 

Beth offers Steve half of one of her cookies. “You didn’t,” she says. 

If he didn’t have his arms full of Dove he’d scoop her up. “Thank you, Beth. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Alright,” you say, twining your fingers and sliding them behind your head, your neck and back clicking audibly in the quiet of the Harrington house winding down, “I think it’s bedtime. Are you done with your drink?” 

You rinse the cups. Steve ferries Dove upstairs, has her down and tucked in in record time, soon enough to catch you as you and the rest of the girls make your way upstairs. Beth and Avery are beautifully silent, weary of their sensitive baby sister where she’s cradled to your chest. 

You attempt to put her down in her crib in your room, but Steve gets the feeling you aren’t successful when a crackly cry breaks out. 

“Oh, no,” Avery says. 

“It’s fine. Let’s go brush our teeth, okay? Mommy has it.” 

They brush their teeth. Steve wipes their faces down with a damp hand towel and has a moment of gratitude just touching their faces. They both look so loved, the way their eyes crinkle, the way they lift their chins, all too happy for Steve to do it. He loves these moments of being a dad most, he might say, second only to getting to talk to them, especially now they’re both holding conversation. They talk to each other none stop; Beth talks to Avery ten times as much as she does anyone else. 

“Are you having a sleepover again?” Steve asks. 

Beth turns to Avery pleasingly. “Can I? Please, please, please.” 

“Yes!” Avery says, big sister extraordinaire. She wraps her arms around Beth’s shoulders, taller, more aware of herself as she presses her cheek to Beth’s and mumbles, “Of course you can. I love you. I want us to have sleepovers every night.” 

You emerge from the bedroom victorious, heading into the bathroom as he and the girls come out. “I’m just gonna brush my teeth,” you say. 

“Gonna get Beth changed.” 

“Okay, I put her nightie on the foot of her bed earlier.” 

It’s routine but not without enjoyment. He makes sure they’re both comfortable in the night's sleepwear and takes care of their hair, before giving Avery’s room a quick half-clean and shaking out the sheets on her bed. Avery has the second biggest bedroom, though Bethie’s is nothing to turn your nose up at, and it gets Steve thinking as they climb up into Avery’s single bed. 

“I think it’s good for you guys to keep your separate rooms for now,” Steve says tentatively, “but what do you think about sharing?” 

The plan was that Dove and Wren would share, but if Avery and Beth are getting along so well, it might not hurt to ask. 

Beth gasps. “Our bedrooms?” 

“Like, you and Avery could both sleep in here. You have a bunk bed, or we could get you a big one to share, and you could share teddies.” 

“I don’t want to share my teddies,” Avery says. 

“Well, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you.” Steve squints at them both. “Bad idea?” 

“I want to share,” Beth says immediately. 

Avery has a better understanding of what that will mean. “Maybe.” 

“You don’t have to,” Steve says. “Your rooms are yours, okay? Maybe we can just get you a bigger bed anyways, Ave. You’re so tall now, in a couple of years you’ll be ten feet tall and we’ll have to bend you in half to get you to school.” 

This is the funniest thing a man could say, apparently —both Beth and Avery burst into girly giggles that ring down the landing. Beth sounds like she might be sick. She laughs so much, falling into Avery’s side as her big sister says, “Dad, that’s silly!” 

“I can show you, if you want. We’ll practise making you into an Avery flavour pretzel, c’mere.” 

She squeals and climbs over Beth’s legs to huddle in the corner of her bed. Steve doesn’t so much as touch her legs and she’s laughing again, panicked, hyper laughter like she can’t decide if she wants to be folded or not. He presses his finger over his smile. “Shh, shh, we can’t wake the babies.” 

“Sorry,” she laughs. 

“My fault. Don’t be sorry.” He gives her leg a squeeze. “How about we start to tuck you in, girls? Do we have everything we need?” 

Beth wants a few things from her own bed, but besides that, they’re ready. Well, they’re supposed to be ready, but Steve wound them up and it’s his own fault, he can’t even complain when they beg him to watch a movie. What’s the harm? he decides, turning on Avery’s TV and pushing their favourite tape into the VHS player. 

“The effect FernGully has on the new generation is amazing,” you say, wiping your eyes. You’ve changed into pyjama pants Steve’s sure you’ve had since you met him and a tank top with straps falling down your shoulders. He wants to pull them back over the curve of your shoulder, but he’s trying to be less smothering.

He fluffs the pillows behind the girls’ backs. “It’s the boy. What’s his name? Dennis? Daniel?” 

“Neither.” You put a fallen teddy back on the bed and turn on Avery’s star-shaped night light before flicking off the big light above. The TV glows green on their legs. 

“Gonna lie down?” Steve says, gentler now, easing them in. 

Avery flops back. Beth curls in on her side, and it reminds Steve of you and him. He can sleep any which way. You’re slightly more particular, but you’re happier curled on to him. He really loves how close they are as sisters, and he has to give Avery some credit, because while Beth is exceedingly easy to love, she’s a clinger, she worships her big sister, which must get heavy from time to time. 

Avery pulls the blankets up over them before Steve can do it himself. He sighs, tucking them both in. Blankets pushed gently under their sides, hair brushed back from their little faces, he says, “Love you, Ave. Love you, Beth,” kissing their foreheads in swift succession. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

“Love you, daddy,” they say at the same time. 

You touch his arm gently before leaning in for your own kisses. You’re slower than he’d been, turning their faces in your hand one after the other to place identical kisses on their cheeks. “Love you, sweetheart,” you say to Avery, and, “Love you, baby,” you say to Beth. Steve holds your back as you do. “Have good dreams, okay? And don’t mess with the TV. One movie tonight is enough, you’ll wake up with sore eyes.” 

He steals another kiss from both of them and then you’re closing the door behind you, the house much darker and quieter than it had been only ten minutes previous. 

“You want a glass of water?” Steve says. 

You catch his hand. “I got you one.” 

Neither you nor Steve bother with anything but bed. He draws back the blankets and you climb in, only stopping momentarily to make sure that Wren’s alright in her crib. You curl in the middle of the bed and wait for Steve to force his way beneath you, which he does, your face resting on his shoulder, your leg stretched across his. Your hip is a lump in the blankets. He lets his hand fall atop it, whistling a tired breath through his teeth. 

“Mm,” you agree, stretching out, curling in tighter. 

“I know,” he says. Can’t forget his best girl, can’t not think about how much he loves you when it’s you and him alone. Mostly. “You alright?” 

“Fine. Tireder than I thought.” Your eyes close, lashes brushing his chest. “H?” 

“What?”

“You okay?”

“Fine, honey. Was just asking you,” he mumbles. His pillow feels like a cloud beneath his head, the mattress even better, and the sheets are a brushed cotton that’s amazingly soft on his skin. 

He turns his nose down onto you for a not so secret sniff. 

“Feels too good to be true.” 

“My turn tonight,” he says. 

“No, baby, it’s my turn.” 

“That’s fine.” He’s not as tired as you, or at least not half as achy. If Wren wakes up crying (not definitely going to happen) or Dove has a late night startle (even less likely, though not impossible), he’ll take the burden tonight. “I wanted babies and I got ‘em.”

“I want them too,” you say. 

“Of course you do,” he says, rubbing your forehead with the tip of his nose affectionately. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“Less when they wake me up,” you joke. 

Steve feels up your side to your shoulder for a sleepy cuddle. You don’t realise how soft you can be, how warm you are pressed against him like this, how grateful he is to hold you. Maybe you can read his mind, or maybe as just pure evidence of such a feat, you cup his upper arm in your hand and begin to draw shapes over his skin, breaking the pattern with fleeting scratches. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, honey. I’m sure. You go to sleep now, okay? It’s Saturday tomorrow,” he whispers tenderly. “You don’t have anywhere to be.” 

“‘Cept here,” you whisper back. 

“Love you.” A brush of his lips to your eyebrow. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” he says. He swears he’s gonna stay up for a bit and count your eyelashes or something, maybe pen you a love poem, write a note about your lips and how they pout when you’re nearly sleeping, but he forgets to when you press your face into the curve of his neck and kiss it clumsily. You fall asleep at the same time, the girls laughing in whispers just a few feet away behind the wall.  

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[blossom-works]

The Apple of His Eye

A peek into the life of the Kennedy household with a gentle cocker spaniel, a nurturing mother, a protective father, and their oh-so-adorable little human.

Original prompt

A/N: OC is the same OC from His Sunshine

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Leon's eyelids start to flutter at a familiar sound. His tired mind slowly lulls itself back to sleep. A few seconds later, his ears pick up at the same sound. Leon tries to go back to sleep but a loud babble forces his brain to kick his body into high gear. The babbling gets louder and louder.

'Doesn't sound like she's crying.' Leon compromises. If she really needs him or her mother, she will start crying. Finding a rational excuse, Leon sinks himself further into the mattress. Just a few more seconds and Leon will be back in dreamland.

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.

.

Wrong.

The baby monitor transmits a loud screech, compelling Leon to open his eyes and kick his legs over the edge of the bed. Hhm, that is weird. The other side of the bed is empty. Where are you? The squawking does not give Leon enough time to think.

"Okay. Okay. I'm on my way, bunny." Leon grumbles while shutting the monitor off. The distance from the master bedroom to the nursery is only a couple of feet away. In fact, both rooms are located at the opposite sides of the staircase. The master bedroom is at the left, down a mini-way. The nursery is the door directly to the right of the staircase. Per routine, Leon looks down at the door to see Shiloh tapping her paws against the wooden floor, awaiting her chance to say "good morning" to her little human.

Pushing the door open, Leon gives the medium-sized dog to enter the decorated room. When the DSO agent first encountered BOWs, he never thought that he would get married and have a kid. It was something pre-Raccoon City Leon thought about, but that wishful thinking quickly left the man after the events of '98. It was not until after your one-year wedding anniversary did Leon really started thinking about having kids. He discussed his desire with you which led to some serious baby-making.

Leon never had any experience with babies before Eri was born. He never changed a diaper and he never held a baby. Kids, Leon was comfortable around. They know how to use the bathroom on their own, and they mostly run around all day. The cherry on it all was that Leon would be raising his baby from day one. As soon as that baby popped out of you, Leon would be a father.

Your pregnancy with Eri was relatively easy. You did not experience morning sickness or many aversions to food or cravings. You did get emotional here and there, giving Leon some serious whiplash. Most of the time you were just tired. Leon forbade you from doing field work when you told him you were pregnant. He was even able to convince the president to give Leon domestic cases so he could be closer to you.

After Eri was born, Leon's view of the world permanently changed. As much as Leon hates his job, the moment he held Eri, Leon knew he would be a DSO agent until his late fifties. Maybe early sixties. Why? Leon needs to do everything he can to make sure his little girl can live in a world without the worry of bioterrorism. When you took Eri home, Leon used his connections to up his home's security system.

Changing diapers. Bathing. Changing clothes. Cleaning spit up. Diaper explosions. Late-night feedings and changings. You name it, Leon did it. It was definitely a learning process for him, but you were able to show Leon the ropes. Thank goodness that you had experience with babies. You spent your teenage years babysitting your little cousins, and your older brother and sister have kids of their own. Lord knows the chaos that would have erupted if the both of you were clueless about babies and raising them.

Leon loves fatherhood. His own childhood (at least the parts he remembers) was not a happy one. His parents got into some sketchy stuff with equally sketchy people. Their family was always on the run. Then, Leon was orphaned. Eri is Leon's chance to make up for his childhood. He would be the father he never had. You would be the mother Leon wished he had growing up. The two of you would give Eri the childhood Leon never had.

Shiloh claws at the crib, whining through the wooden bars.

"Calm down, girl. I'll get her in a sec."

The baby stops her crying when she sees her father. Cheeks are free from tears. Leon lightly pinches her chubby cheek. "You little faker." He coos. On most mornings, Eri would whine and fake cry to get her parents' attention. She would always greet them with a mischievous smile that said, "Ha ha, I tricked you. Now pick me up!"

"Morning, bunny." Leon picks his daughter up by her armpits and holds her against his chest. Morning cuddles with his baby girl are one of Leon's favorite ways to start his day. The others are cuddling with his wife and umm...cuddling with his wife. Eri nuzzles against Leon's t-shirt, further messing up her brown hair. Other than her eyes and hair, Eri looks just like you.

After their morning routine, Leon lays Eri down on the changing table. His daughter looks around at the wall beside her and her curious hands try to grab at the garland of stars. With his quick reflexes, Leon stops her.

"Nu-uh. Your mom would yell at me if you pulled that down."

You spent days planning Eri's nursery. A couple of those days were just trying to figure out the theme of it. Leon told you that he did not care, which ended up biting him in the ass. You wanted his opinion, but you forgot that the man is not well-versed in home decor. Eventually, you narrowed your options down to a night sky/starry night theme. Leon never heard about this website called "Etsy" until then. So. Much. Shit. You bought off that place.

You even had your baby shower themed the same to keep things simple. Since most of your family lives in Georgia or the Carolinas, you had the baby shower in Atlanta. The Redfields, Jill, and some of your FBI friends came down to celebrate too. In this entire room, Leon's favorite object is the framed footprints on the wall. You asked your nurse to print Eri's feet on cardstock so you could hang up. Every month since Eri's birth, you and Leon make it a goal to stamp Eri's feet. A cute memorabilia for the two of you.

Clean bum, check. Now Leon needs to feed his baby. Putting her down on the living room carpet, Leon rummages through the fridge. On the second shelf, he sees two plastic-wrapped plates. The bigger plate, his plate has a note on it. It says, "Good morning, handsome. I left for a quick trip to the grocery store. I made you and Eri some breakfast to keep your morning easy. All you need to do is cut up an apple for her. I already fed Shiloh, so don't worry about her. - Sunshine <3"

God, you are amazing. Leon heats up Eri's plate first. Like Leon, she tends to get hangry. After heating the small plate up, Leon sets it aside to let it cool and he takes an apple from the fridge and cuts it into bite-sized pieces (while also getting his "dad tax" in).

'Wait a minute...It's too quiet.'

Putting the pairing knife down, Leon wipes his hands with the kitchen towel and looks for his daughter.

"Eri? Where are you, apple?" Leon peeps from over the couch and his daughter is nowhere to be seen. He calls out to her again. Great. Another game of hide-n-seek. Eri's favorite game to play. If you leave the little girl alone for long enough, Eri will wander off and hide. He blames you for introducing the game to her. You would hide around the house with Eri, waiting for Leon to find you. It was cute until Eri decided to spontaneously play the game by herself when she learned how to crawl. You and Leon had a full-on panic attack when you could not find your daughter.

Both of you have dangerous jobs. Resulting in making dangerous enemies. When you and Leon moved out of your shared apartment to live in a house in the suburbs, the main concern was security. Files on DSO agents and their families are strictly confidential. Even the people who work at the Pentagon have to have a certain level of clearance to access that information. Even Eri's birth certificate is confidential. The only information that is not blocked out is her name, date of birth, and sex.

But, there is always that small chance that someone can find out about your family. When that does happen, Leon wants to be prepared for it. Your home is on a large piece of land in Arlington, Virginia. It is close enough to the city for help to arrive in a reasonable time frame, but far enough to enjoy some well-deserved privacy. With Hunnigan's help, Leon was able to equip his property with a high-tech security system. Cameras, motion detectors, audio recordings, and more. Leon even chalked up some hidden compartments around the house to hold firearms of different kinds.

After twenty minutes of looking, you found Eri asleep under the dining room table. The chairs blocked her from your view. That day, you and Leon did not take your eyes off of her. One of you was always with her to make sure she did not crawl herself into trouble.

"There you are, you bad girl." Leon bends down to drag Eri out of the walk-in pantry. Oh, and Shiloh often hides with Eri. The two of them are partners in crime. "Let's get you something to eat alright? And not give your old dad a heart attack."

By the time Leon finished doing the dishes, you came walking in from the garage door with two arms full of groceries.

"Hey, handsome." You greet while tossing the plastic bags onto the kitchen counter. Leon greets you back with a kiss before helping you put the groceries away. Seeing her mother, Eri squeals in delight. She leans over the tray and makes grabby hands at you.

"Awee! Did my baby miss me?" You pick Eri out of her highchair and smother her with your love. Leon could live in this moment forever. If he had one wish, this would be it. Just him, his daughter, his wife, and his dog at home. No spontaneous calls from work. No investigations. Secretly, Leon takes out his personal phone and snaps a photo of you cuddling with your daughter.

The afternoon comes and it is almost time for Eri's nap. She usually naps for about two hours before being put to bed around eight-thirty. Today has been an easy one, and Leon hopes it stays that way. When the two of you are home, Leon puts Eri to sleep while you make lunch for the two of you. Eri always has an early lunch before she naps and a snack after she wakes up. The two of you found that to be easy considering Eri's tendency to get cranky when hungry. Like father, like daughter.

Leon walks into the kitchen to see you watching something on your phone. A pan is on the stove, sizzling.

"Watcha' watchin'?"

"A video popped up on my YouTube feed. It's about three things this guy learned from raising daughters." You hand the phone to Leon since the lessons are being told from a father's perspective.

When you plate your respective meals, Leon is sitting on the back patio. You find this unusual because he always tells you where he is going (with the exception of some missions). Even if it is somewhere around or in the house. You slide the patio door open.

"Leon? What's wrong, babe?"

He shakes his head. "It's nothing." Leon opens his arms to invite you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle into Leon's shoulder.

"Did you get another mission?" Your guess is a valid one. Leon almost always gets like this, quiet, when he gets a call from his higher-ups. Your husband hates to leave you and he hates it more when he has to leave his darling apple, but Leon shakes his head "no".

"Is something bothering you then?" Again, Leon shakes his head "No".

Alright, then you will wait for Leon to tell you what is bothering him. Until then, you pull Leon up and bring him to the kitchen. There is no way that you are going to forsake your hard work. His appetite has gone down a little, but Leon knows that if he does not eat, he will not get a chance to without paying the "Eri tax".

Later that night, after Eri is snoozing in her crib, Leon tells you what is bothering him. The last thing the man in the video said hit Leon straight in his heart. The last lesson for dads is to teach their daughters how to shoot. It is Leon's job as a father to be his family's main provider and protector, but there will come a time when Leon will not be there to protect and provide for his family.

As much as Leon tries to rid of the dangers of the world, darkness will always lurk. It will be his job as Eri's father to teach her how to defend herself. To protect herself from the monsters that try to stop her from reaching her full potential in the world. Cause'...someday daddy will not be there to do it for her. Sometime in the night when the baby monitor picks up on Eri's cries, Leon volunteers himself to care for her.

Half-asleep, you hear Leon talking to your daughter. Repeating the same promise he made when she was born. To protect her for as long as he can. Then you hear Leon say, "Did you just pee on my hand?"

In the morning, your family of four go to a nearby park to take a walk. Eri is in her stroller, you pushing the stroller, and Leon is walking Shiloh. This writer has been focusing on the nurturing mother, protective father, and their adorable daughter, but what about the gentle doggo?

Shiloh has always loved people. Cocker spaniels are known to be wonderful family pets and very tolerant of small children. The first day you brought Eri home, Shiloh would not leave her alone. While you were pregnant, the dog would find every opportunity to nuzzle against your stomach. When Eri still slept in the room with you and Leon, Shiloh would sleep at the foot of the bed or next to the bassinet.

Their relationship would only grow as Eri gets bigger. You have a video of Shiloh giving one of her toys to a one-month-old Eri, wanting the baby to play a game of fetch with her. When Eri started eating solid foods, she would purposefully throw a small handful on the ground. Always nearby, Shiloh would lap up whatever Eri was eating. There was one time when you were out of the house, Leon was giving Eri a bath and then Shiloh hopped into the tub.

You used to be Shiloh's best friend, but you gladly gave that position to Eri. They make a cuter pair anyway.

With a household full of girls, Leon is always smothered with love. Before, you and Shiloh would always fight for his attention, and now he has three girls fighting for it. You like to mess with Eri when she gets cuddly with Leon. You would pick Eri up and put her a few feet away from Leon, before running back to him and taking her place. Purposefully, you dramatically nuzzle against Leon and kiss his cheek with a loud "Mwah!"

She only started crawling about a month ago, but Eri is a fast one. She would pop up at her father's feet and cry out to him, demanding that he pick her up. When he does pick her up and place Eri on his lap, she would try with all her might to push you off. If she could talk, Eri would say "My daddy!" Then Shiloh and Eri fight with each other to get Leon's attention. Safe to say that Leon loves the attention he gets from his girls.

Bath time is Eri's favorite. Right behind cuddling with mommy which is right behind cuddling with daddy, which is behind chasing the things that likes to play with her and lick her. Eri loves water. She loves slashing it everywhere. Leon introduced Eri to a water bath toy. It is a whale that lights up and spurts water out of its blow hole. Kind of a double-edged sword because Eri will not let either of you bathe her without that toy.

"That's enough, bunny." Leon begs as he scrunches up his face. Thanks to his baby girl, Leon's chest is all wet. He learned to rid of his shirt whenever he bathes Eri. It is easier to dry himself off without having to deal with a soaked shirt.

Eri dismisses her father's pleas and continues to punch the water. Her dark brown hair is clean and the water droplet on her nose enhances the button-like feature. Eri's eyes are a hazel brown, but if the light hits her irises just right, you can see a swirl of blue in them. You once joked that Eri's charming features would attract all the boys in her class, begging her to be their girlfriend. Leon did not find that funny. He protectively held Eri to his chest and said, "The sons of bitches better know how to shoot then."

Leon's last straw during bath time is when Eri shoves water over the edge of the tub, drowning the tile and soaking the edges of his gym shorts. Leon puts a diaper on Eri and takes the towel-clad baby to her room. Carefully, Leon tosses the clothed baby on your shared bed where you are typing away at your laptop.

"Watch the brat. I've gotta clean up her little mess."

You put your laptop on your bedside table and curl against your baby. You lift her shirt up and blow raspberries against her puggy stomach.

"Did you give your dad a hard time again?" Her little giggles say "yes".

You like to keep a few baby books in your room to keep Eri entertained. You sit up against the headboard and plop your daughter on your lap.

"Guess how much I love you."

Animated, you read the book in different voices and inflections. You use your hands to copy what the hares are doing in the book. At some point, Shiloh lays herself in the middle of the bed where your legs are. When you finish the book, you pull out another one.

"The giving tree."

Before you can read the first page, Leon takes it and climbs into his side of the bed. Minding the sleeping dog, he slides you over to him. Practically squishing Eri between you two.

"Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy..."

The Kennedy family has vital parts to it.

You are the sun that gave life and light to the apple seed, allowing it to sprout into a little tree. Shiloh is the birds and small animals that give the little apple tree companionship. And Leon. Leon is the protector. The one that wards off the pests that try to nip at the little apple tree. The one that fights off the wolves that try to eat the birds and small animals. The one that blows away the clouds that try to cover the sun's rays. Then there is the little apple tree itself. A precious gift of life that should be nurtured and protected.

"And the tree was happy."

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Note: Eri may or may not have been inspired by the Eri in My Hero Academia...Why? Cause she's so darn diggity cute, that's why!

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[danikamariewrites]

Rescue

Eris x reader

A/n: this popped into my head at like 2 am

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping

Eris’ feet pounded against the stone streets of Velaris as he raced his way toward the High Lord and Lady’s home. Where his mate currently was. It had been three days since he had last seen you.

When he couldn't find you in the Forest House he was ready to send out a search party for you. Until his father showed little concern for the missing daughter of one of his top cabinet members. That's when Eris knew his father was behind your disappearance.

Eris spent two days scouring Autumn for you alongside his most trusted sentries. They had no luck. But in the early morning, he felt Rhysand’s familiar claws tapping on his mental shields. Reluctantly letting him in, that's when he told Eris the good news. Azriel had found you. You were safe and unharmed.

As he drew closer to the River House Eris cursed Rhysand under his breath. He allowed him to winnow into the city, but he couldn't make a one-time exception for him to winnow directly into the house?

—------

Sitting on the couch of the High Lords' office you sipped on a cup of tea. It was to help calm your nerves as you waited for Eris. Feyre sat beside you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder as Rhysand stared at you from his spot on the large armchair across from you.

“Y/n, if you're up for it I have a few questions.” You look at him, nodding for him to continue. “Why did Beron have you kidnapped? You're the daughter of one of his favorite court members? I'm just not understanding, why you?”

You set your tea cup down with trembling hands. “Eris is my mate.” Feyre and Rhysand look at you with shock. They knew you were close, they had guessed you were lovers and nothing more. But mates? They should've known.

“No one knows. Just Lucien, Eris told him when they met once at the border of Spring.” You wiped your hands on your pants. When the spymaster found you, the dress you were wearing was disgusting. When he brought you here Feyre had been kind enough to give you a fresh set of clothes.

The sweater and leggings were quite comfy. You preferred them over the tight dresses your mother would try to force you into every day.

Picking at the pants to distract yourself you continued, “I don't know how, but Beron found out. I was deemed a distraction to his heir. My father agreed and that was that.”

Rhysand let out a deep sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“I don't think that was the reason though.” You pause, tilting your head in thought. “I think he saw I brought his son happiness and he couldn't stand for it. So he got rid of me.” Feyre gave you a sad look. “I'm so sorry,” she whispered. You reached out to squeeze her tattooed hand gently and returned her smile.

The three of you jumped at the sound of banging on the front door. Rhysand stood, placing himself between the two of you and his office door. You could hear muffled voices.

You shot up from your seat, “Eris,” you breathed out. “Go,” Feyre urged you happily. You flung the door open and raced down the hall toward the grand staircase.

At the bottom of the stairs in the foyer, you spotted Eris and Cassian.

“Cassian just tell me where she is or so help me-”

“I told you they're talking in his office.” Cassian's wings flare out slightly, attempting to block Eris from the stairs.

As their voices grew louder you descended the stairs. “Eris!” His head snapped toward your figure. He looked like he was about to fall to his knees. When you were on the second to last stair he scooped you into his arms, clutching you tightly to his chest, a hand cradling the back of your head.

You breathed in his scent, embers and sweet apples. You relaxed against him as a few tears slipped from your eyes. “I’m so sorry my love. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you.”

“It’s ok baby. I’m in your arms now, I’m ok.” Eris pulled you away from him, holding you by your shoulders. His eyes roamed your body checking for injuries. “Are you hurt? Did they touch you?”

You shake your head, “No I’m ok Er. Just tired and a little sore.” His hands cup your face as he looks into your eyes lovingly. He rests his forehead against yours and his breathing finally evens out. “My mate. My sweet, beautiful mate. Nothing like that will ever happen again I swear it. I’m going to kill him for this.”

Feyre and Rhysand stand in the foyer with you now, along with Cassian, Azriel, and Mor who look shocked by the news of your bond. Eris looks at Azriel. “Thank you, for saving her.” Azriel gives him a slight nod, his wings tucked in awkwardly, like he isn’t used to Eris being polite to him.

He then looked to Rhysand, his hands still on you. “I would like to call in the bargain.”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#acotar fanfiction #acotar #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra #eris vanserra acotar x reader #eris x reader #eris x you #eris acotar

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

daddy az?? daddy cass?? what about daddy eris 🥺🥺

Oh, I've been waiting to write for our fire boy more.

Future daddy

Let's all be honest with ourselves here. Eris is not someone who would go bouncing off the rooftops when you tell him that you're carrying his baby. That is not to say that he isn't happy. He is. But he's so unbelievably scared that it overpowers everything else. Especially if Beron is still alive and in charge of Autumn.

Hence why, I think, he's getting you out of the main quarters. Somewhere deep into the woods. In some cabin that only he knows of. Somewhere close to winter's borders so that in case you could cross it and Kallias would take care of you for the time being. Because Eris is paranoid. He only trusts himself and his childhood healer who has been in his life ever since he was born. And so I think the beauty of the first months of your pregnancy is kind of washed away by all of this. The worrying. The panic. Eris constantly being on the edge.

But then it all slowly starts to change. One morning he noticed, while you're slowly getting dressed, the tiny bumps forming there and he's never the same afterwards. Eris rolls out of bed, sinking to his knees right in front of you, warm palm carefully caressing the little growing baby there. His eyes fill up with tears as he rests his head on your chest, "I've been such bad mate, such a bad father", he crocks out. "What are you on about, Eris?", you ask him feeling concerned. "You deserve so much more. I haven't even told you how happy I am... How much... How much I love you both", he breathes out. "We both know, darling. Believe me. We love you endlessly", you mutter while brushing his tears away.

And it all just changes. From then moving forward. The only way he can sleep at night is if his hands are resting on your tummy, so big spoon Eris is in full force. He never leaves without giving you and your bump a kiss. The same goes for saying hello. He too enjoys talking to the belly. But I would say that he reads to it more than tells stories of the day. Eris's days are too full of his father's brutality and he wants to keep away from the baby. So he reads the books that he had read to Lucien himself, or found in a little market. He's so good at making different voices for the characters and you can't help but look at him with so much love, already picturing him reading the same story to your baby when they are older and can understand or at least react to their father's voice.

Call me out on it but I think Eris is exceptional at making food and he also loves doing it. So on his free days, he is more than happy to cook for you or make sweet apple tarts. He's also working on a crib himself. Carving all the little woodland trees and creatures, squirrels and deer, berries and leaves. It's something that he's extremely passionate about and let's face it you would be sobbing once he shows it to you. Something so special. Made with so much love by their father. And I think he would like to leave space around the borders so he could carve out your baby's name and keep adding names with each new family member.

Takes you on walks through the forest because moving around is important. Hand around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other on your bump. Stopping to pick flowers for you and thread them through your hair. Plus imagine how nice his fire hands would feel again all the pains and aches. And he does it without even being asked. If you two are sat down on the sofa or even in bed, he always massages your feet. Stopping to rub your shoulders and back. Loving to just sway with you while he's holding up your bump once it gets heavier.

Not to mention a pack of wolf-breed dogs that are your army. Like, forget doing anything on your own. You're peeing with at least twelve eyes looking at you. Receiving bumps to your leg or side if you haven't eaten anything in a while and they start to feel your blood sugar dropping. Heck, trust them to bring you snacks from the kitchen. And the best naps in between all the fluff furs. Eris is more than happy that his doggos are so in love and protective of you two. It's that extra comfort for him. He knows they would fight till death to protect you two.

#Sunday blurb party 🎊 #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra imagine #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #acotar x you

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Imagine if Eri Reader met Unicorns (But they’re known for being incredibly dangerous and impossible to tame, as they don’t even obey the highest of ranked Gods because of their greedy and selfish nature) and yet Y/N isn’t in any kind of danger as they’re just nuzzling her and calmly eating the apples she’s feeding them (Until Buddha comes to the conclusion that the flock of Unicorns might think Reader is one of their own because of her horn and her pure soul)

As Unicorns while impossible to tame and are very dangerous, they’ll never harm those with pure souls (As they’ll protect them from evil and guide them to safety)

They all start to panic when they figure out the Flock of Unicorns basically adopted Y/N as one of their own as they’re trying to take her with them (Who’s ready to fist fight some Unicorns to get their ‘Baby Girl/Sister’ back? Other’s thought it hilarious that Unicorns believe Y/N’s one of them only to panic when the Flock is trying to take off with her on their backs’ and who’s screaming in horror that Y/N is being kidnapped and yelling ‘Not my BABY!’) I had WAAY too much fun with this

-It had been a nice day, not too hot, the sun was shining, flowers were blooming, it was a perfect day for a picnic and your family wanted to take you out after you beamed so brightly when Adam asked if you wanted to go on a picnic.

-You were in Lu Bu’s arms, hugging him as you looked around in awe, seeing the large meadow and all the trees and flowers, feeling the warm sunshine on your cheeks.

-There were blankets everywhere, as everyone had been split into groups, so everyone could have ample space, and you were the only one allowed to go to the different groups, spending time with each of them.

-It was fun to run around, rolling in the grass, getting a little dirty, it was like you were a normal kid again.

-You were throwing a ball with Loki, Apollo, Hermes, Goll, and Kojiro when Loki threw it a little too hard, sending it over your head and you smiled, being the closest, “I’ll get it!”

-They watched as you went into the bushed, waiting for you to return, but you did not and instantly they were rushing over, calling out your name, sounding the alarm.

-Despite being very protected, there were still some gods and humans who had been bold enough to try to come and steal you away, to force you to use your ability for their own gains, and when you didn’t come back, they feared the worse!

-The area was filled with your family calling out your name, rushing after you, worried about you before they all came to a skidding halt, eyes going wide.

-Before them, in a smaller meadow was you and you were being nuzzled softly by a small herd of unicorns, your hands reaching up to pet them gently.

-Your family was stunned, as unicorns never approached others willingly- only if they deemed them pure of heart, otherwise they were fierce and hostile to all others.

-To see you being treated so gently by such dangerous creatures was unnerving, as they didn’t want you to get hurt.

-Hercules hesitated as he kneeled, trying to not seem like a threat, and whispered loudly, “Y/N!” You turned, hearing the whisper and while you smiled, the unicorns’ heads all snapped to look at large group in unison- seeing the intruders.

-Your family froze, not wanting them to take off running and hurt you, and seeing them making no other moments, a few of the unicorns turned their attention back to you.

-One of the females was nuzzling against your own horn and Jack pondered out loud, “Do you think they see Y/N as a unicorn as well- due to her having a horn as well?”

-Hades nodded, trying to figure out what to do, “It is possible, but I can’t say for sure.”

-The biggest of the herd, the leader, bent his neck down to you, nuzzling softly against your cheek, making you giggle lightly before you patted his nose, “Bye-bye unicorns- I’m going home now.”

-You turned, picking up the ball that was by your feet and went to head back to your family when you felt a tug on the back of your shirt.

-You turned, seeing the herd leader holding onto you, keeping you from going to your family as you tilted your head, confused, “Huh? What’s wrong?”

-Another stepped in front of you, blocking your path as they tried to herd you away from the gods and humans, seeing you as one of their own, a baby that didn’t know better.

-You started to panic, not wanting to go away from them, “Big brothers? Papa? Mama?”

-The herd leader picked you up, making you cry out in surprise before it placed you on the back of another adult, much to everyone’s surprise.

-They then took off running.

-MY BABY!!! Immediately charging after the herd, trying to keep them in sight as he shouted, “Hold on tight Y/N! We’re coming!!” He had no idea this was going to happen when he found you with the unicorns. He had to get you back and quick! He kept chasing until you were able to grab a low hanging branch, being swept off the back of the unicorn before he quickly had you in his arms, hugging you close. The unicorns stared at him, as if to say, ‘watch your back’, but he didn’t care, you were safe back with them.

            -Hercules, Adam, Ares, Apollo, Loki, Zeus, Raiden, Shiva, Buddha, Nikola, and Qin Shi Huang

-Oh lord- he couldn’t help but face palm as half of the group gave chase, watching them chase the unicorns into the bushes, leaving with you. He knew it was pointless to give chase to a unicorn on their turf, but there was no ignoring that you had been kidnapped by surprisingly dangerous creatures. While not a threat to you, they weren’t able to care for you, and the unicorns seemed intent on keeping you away from your family. He started upstream, to meet up with the chasing group, unaware that the unicorns had split off, to confuse the chasers, before the one carrying you put you down somewhere safe, to hide you. He was surprised when you walked out of the bushes, trying to get back but you were lost. He smiled when you saw him, running towards you and he kneeled so you could leap up into his arms, hugging him close before he stood, “Let’s go home.” You nodded, smiling at him.

            -Lu Bu, Thor, Kojiro, Poseidon, Jack, Hades, Beelzebub, Leonidas, Hermes, and Odin

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[readychilledwine]

what do you think about azriel x autumn court reader , she is also eris’s cousin, where she is utterly obsessed with halloween/ fall and she decorates the whole house of wind with spooky decor and little pumpkins everywhere. She hides little jumpscares, yk the ones that are in grocery stores, she hides them behind closet doors so whoever opens them gets a nasty creature in their face. Like I can imagine rhysand screaming and cursing her for the jumpscare and feyre just giggles w reader

And she make everyone drink pumpkin spice stuff and claims it is a must. Reader is also in her baking era and bakes so much everyday, the second someone comes in the house, they smell delicious treats. She really channels her inner autum court girl. And during fall she really only wears her clothes from the autumn court. She gets az to visit the autumn court now that eris is high lord, and she takes him to town to drink spiced cider and caramel apples and they have the best time.😭❤️

The Last Cabin on the Left

Summary - after moving to the Night Court to be with Azriel, y/n Vanserra has strived to bring an Autumn Court Tradition to your new home, and this year you've pulled out all the stops

Warnings - spooky themes, pranks, Nyx and cousins being adorable, matching couples costumes, general fluff, Azriel dressed like a pirate

A/n - I tweaked this request a little bit, and I hope that's okay 💜

Azriel smiled as the scent of candies, pumpkin, and apple cider hit his nose.

You had done it again, and it never ceased to amaze him. The cabin you two shared on the edge of the woods was decorated to celebrate an Autumn Court Tradition you, Eris, and Lucien called Hallows Eve. 

He remembered you explaining it to him passionately as you two moved pumpkins and haybales around the yard 5 years ago.

In Autumn, it was a night where children were allowed to dress up in little costumes and go door to door in search of candies and treats. It was also a night where teens and adults tended to try to scare each other through stories, pranks, and sometimes decor.

Eris flat out told them when he confirmed the tradition that you were the best conjurer on cheap scares and tricks. He had told Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian of his aunt and Uncle's party and fair they threw for the territory they looked over. It was one night where your Father, the true opposite of Beron, was able to argue that with costumes and masks, you truly could not tell who was rich, who was poor, who was greater, and who was lesser.

He couldn't help but to smile as he heard you humming softly. You were sat at the table, decorating dipped apples for the party you two were hosting tomorrow. "How's my pumpkin today?" He to moved to you, kissing the top of your head before stealing one of little hard coated chocolates you were using. "House looks fantastic."

"Thank you," You were beaming with excitement and joy, flooding it down the bond. "I wanted to make the first Hallows Eve party with Eris and Mara amazing."

Azriel flooded you back with his love, admiration, and adoration. "Did you hear who Nyx is dressing up as?"

"No baby," you added a touch of white edible sparkles to the apple you were making look like a spiderweb, "what's he coming as?"

Azriel sat down, watching with loving eyes as you hand crafted each and every element of this party to perfection. "He's coming as Cassian." You paused. "And Cassian and Lucien's boys?"

"No," you started laughing. "They're not doing this."

"Oh they are," Azriel confirmed. "Sat there while the three of them showed me and everything."

You paused slightly. "Are you going to have to loan out the shadow babies? I need them." 

Azriel shook his head, smiling hard enough his dimples showed. "No, the shadow babies are all yours, pumpkin." Azriel stood, walking over to the closet to put his jacket away and you smirked, watching and waiting. 

You had conjured a mirror in that closet that created the creature the person who was looking into it was most afraid behind them before it would disappear quickly. 

Azriel jumped, "Mother above," and quickly slammed the door shut after throwing his jacket in. He took a few deep breaths, hands placed firmly on his knees before staring at you. "Really?"

You picked up the spider you had crafted from dark chocolate and placed it off center on its web, finishing the caramel and dark chocolate dipped apple. "There's more. My goal is to finally get Cassian this year. Hence why I need the shadow babies." 

Azriel scoffed lightly. "He's used to my shadows, dove. He's not going to-" Azriel paused as you looked at him, a small devious smirk on your perfect face. "You found him." 

You nodded. "I did."

-

Lucien and Elain were the first to arrive to you home. They were dressed like an old Autumn's tale of a phantom who haunted one of the many Opera Houses and one of his legendary victims. 

Lucien looked dangerous in his black suit and cape. Half of his face was covered in the famed white mask the Phantom wore to the performances. 

Elain was in the last dress the famed female performer was ever seen in, a white corset gown with a white lace robe. Her hair was curled into spirals and adorned with jewels. 

Their son was tucked behind them, waiting so politely for his cousins that you could not help but melt at the sight. Or maybe it was the sight of him dressed up as a little version of Rhysand that had your handing him his first sweet for the night in a hushed tone and a wink. 

Feyre, Rhys, and Nyx arrived next. The High Lord and Lady had also dressed in a matching couples costume. Rhys was in brown pants and a green tunic. He had a hat with a feather tucked into it and brown belt hanging loosely on his hips. He smiled at you as he walked in a tiny illyrian leather wearing Nyx. 7 red stones were glued in place. "He was hoping you could glamor him to have Cassian's face scars?" Rhys rolled his eyes. "I offered to do it, but you know how he loves when you do the final touches on their little outfits." 

You brought Nyx close to you, and wiggled your nose, making the heir giggle. A scar appeared through his brow and lower lip, "You're still too handsome to look like Uncle Cass, baby." 

Nyx got really close to you, pulling down on your dress gently, "Did you make the peanut butter chocolate covered cereal with the white fluffy sugar?"

You just nodded, handing him the same treat you had given his cousin who was squirming on Rhysand's lap, as the High Lord adjusted his jacket lapels. "Once we're in full swing, everything is free game for all of you, okay?" Nyx nodded, running eagerly to his cousin and looking over all the games and snacks you had. 

Feyre appeared next to you, iridescent see through wings conjured on her back and a short green dress that looked as if it was made of layered leaves. "I heard you acquired the thing."

"I cannot confirm nor deny that there is an ancient God of fear in my home." You handed her a lemon drop secretly. "I really like the lost boy and pixie idea." 

She shrugged. "Rhys just wanted me to wear this dress." 

Eris and his mate entered your home next, Azriel immediately standing to hug your cousin and take their baby from them. They were also dressed as legends. The God of Death and Goddess of Spring. Eris wore a black tunic with gold jewelry wrapping his bicep as he held his mate close to him. Mara had her long blonde hair pinned up, a crown of bones and roses resting on her head. Her pink dress was adorned with flowers and pearls. She waved to you with a bring smile on her face. "How many doors should we be afraid to open?" Her bell-like voice rang. You only smiled in response. "All of them."

They had dressed their daughter in a little blue shimmering gown. Azriel walked her to you, tears lining his eyes. "Look at our good daughter," he stroked her soft cheek with one of his fingers. "Eris said they'll probably change her so we have to enjoy this while we can." 

"Did you let them know we have a little room ready for her whenever?" Azriel nodded, his soft eyes never leaving her face. "We should go change, my love. Let Lucien have his niece."

Azriel handed her off before you two went up the stairs. "You are sure Nyx is okay with the shadows standing ominously behind him?" Azriel nodded, pulling out his costume and quickly changing. You could feel through the bond he desperately wanted to get back to the little Autumn Heiress.

You saw him in leather everyday, but something about him quickly changing into those loose leather pants and that open white tunic with jewelry had your heart pounding. He strapped the leather belt and weapons to his waist while staring at you. "Later, my lady. Little princess cuddles first."

He helped you get into your own costume, similar to his, being careful not to over tighten the corset you had on. You stared at the two of you in the mirror as he kissed your temple. "We should become pirates." 

Azriel shook his head, smacking you playfully on the butt. "I have all the booty I need right here."

The two of you made your way back downstairs. You run up behind your nephew, grabbing Nyx and pulling him into the kitchen. "Are you ready for shadows to loom over you oh so ominously?" You tickled him gently as you asked, and he nodded eagerly. 

"You promise Uncle Cass will scream?" You and Azriel nodded. "Revenge." Nyx said with a serious look. "Also. When are we doing the candy?" 

Azriel ran a hand through Nyx's hair. "Soon, little bat." A sudden feminine scream had Azriel and you looking up.

Rhys had opened the door where you had created an illusion. Opening the door would cause a mist and dust like figure to appear before it began rushing towards the person standing there, deathly thin hands and fingers reached out to rip them into what appeared to be a void. 

Rhys stood with his hand on his chest, eyes wide in fright. "Mother above, y/n! Why?!" 

Feyre began to giggle, hiding her head in Lucien's shoulder. "You should have seen your face."

Rhys glared at his mate. "I will never understand your amusement in these things, Feyre Darling."

Eris muttered softly from next to you, surrendering his daughter once again to Azriel. He handed one of the hand-made soft caramels to Nyx and Lucien's son. "It's more the look on your face that's amusing, Rhysand Darling." He paused, looking around. "Where are our other friends?"

Azriel took a cookie, breaking it in half for the boys as their mothers fell into a deep conversation, not noticing as their sons were fed sugar. "Cassian and the girls will be here soon. Mor is in Winter with Viv. Amren is still in Summer."

Lucien rose a brow, smirking. "Still? It's been almost 2 months."

Azriel nodded. "It's not him. It's her." 

"You two won't be much better," Rhys said casually as he looked between you and Azriel. 

Azriel sighed, "Soon."

You perked up as the door open, smiling in an almost feral way to Eris. "And the show begins." 

The Valkyries came in first, carrying a few snacks with them and adding to the table. They were all in black dresses with black corsets. Nesta had a ceremony knife strapped to her waist, Gwyn had shimmering potion bottles on hers, and Emerie had an old leather bound book. Cassian came in next with his and Nesta's son, holding his hand as he hid behind his father. 

For such a loud outgoing male and a bold daring female, they had given birth to the quietest being you had ever met. You kneeled down, holding your arms out to him and he ran to you instantly.  Cassian was dressed in black robes, he also carried a book of ancient spells and rituals. "Little guy is nervous over the spooky pumpkins in the yard."

You nodded, lifting your nephew as you held him close. "I'm sorry, bud." He reached for Eris, and the male took him, smiling at his little leathers with bright blue siphons.

"Did you want Uncle Azriel's shadows or no?" He nodded shyly, resting his head on Eris's shoulder. "You know, Auntie y/n bought extra pumpkins for you three to decorate tonight. We can have Auntie Fey help yours look really cool and less spooky."

Feyre's smile grew. "We could turn it into a kitty, or a carriage!" 

"Can we play?" He whispered. "And have candy?"

You all nodded. "I made all three of you super special apples this year. And apple sauce for our little princess."

The boys all nodded excited, and you looked at Azriel, giving him the code to begin Cassian's torment. He made a shadowy figure appear behind Nyx, following the little heir to where you had set up games for them and little snack bags for when they got to run through the House going from room to room to collect candy. Cassian stared at the figure and then Nyx. Ignoring it at first as he socialized and got drinks for himself and his trio of witches. 

His glance kept going to Nyx as the night passed and the littles played games, smiling and screaming through the House as they found each hidden scare behind the doors and collected their candy from the shadows waiting for them. 

"You out did yourself and exceeded expectations once again, sister," Rhysand leaned on the counter next to you, smiling as he drank his spiked cider. "Though I would like to know why the shadows are looming over my son."

You smiled at the boys, watching as they pulled Cassian to the last door to be opened before they got to sit with their hand made candies and make smores. "Just watch, brother," Azriel said smoothly, a scarred hand running up and down your arm as he watched with a smirk. 

"Daddy, please!" A tiny version of Azriel pushed Cassian towards the door. "You have to! Mommy did one!"

Cassian looked to Nesta, who nodded in confirmation. "It was a mirror, but instead of reflecting me, it was the King of Hybern holding his head."

Cassian rolled his shoulders back, popping his neck quickly and shaking his hands out. He knocked, thinking he was activating the magic to be ready, and you just smirked. He opened the door and froze before a scream echoed in the house causing Rhys to spit out his cider into the sink and cough. The room was silent, waiting for the shadowed figure to disappear, "You didn't," Rhys whispered.

"Oh, she did." Cassian backed away slowly, putting the three boys behind him just as Bryaxis disappeared. His shoulders visibly relaxed falling into a false sense of comfort as the 3 boys and Nesta began to giggle. 

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" Feyre nodded, a tattooed hand covering her mouth. Cassian turned his head in a comedic fashion, whispering it was all fake, just cheap tricks you had conjured to scare the kids. "Just cheap tricks." He repeated over and over until he opened his eyes and looked up, staring straight into the looming figure of an ancient God of Terror. 

"Boo," Bryaxis hissed out. Cassian screamed again, running to hide behind Nesta and leaving the three boys their holding out their candy bags.

"Trick or treat," they sang to him in unison. You all watched as the God pulled the largest candy bags you had packaged out, putting on in each bag after shifting himself into an adult sized replica of the little shadow babies behind Nyx. Bryaxis floated to Gwyneth, seeming to almost smile down at her. "You have left the library?"

She nodded. "It took some encouragement, but yes. We miss you protecting us." Bryaxis moved to Feyre, shadowy limbs moving her hair gently. 

"I am ready to come home." Feyre seemed to melt on the spot. "If you will still host me." Cassian turned to Rhys, his face falling in terror as the High Lord nodded to his lady. "Did I get a window?"

"Several actually," Feyre confirmed. "You have a sky light now. It's enchanted to protect you from the sun and darken the room during the day, but allow you to see out at night and admire the stars." Bryaxis nodded, disappearing out the window and towards the House of Wind. 

Cassian turned to you, "What the fuck was that for?"

You took a sip of water, "Dropping me on purpose on April Fool's Day." 

Cassian opened his mouth to defend himself, but paused as he saw his son and cousin giggling as they sat in a little circle. 

Eris entered the room, smiling broadly and gently pushing Lucien. "Fire is ready if the boys are." He turned to Cassian. "I thought for a second I needed to come rescue my mate when you screamed. Then I remembered her and Aspyn were next to me." Laughter erupted through the room as Cassian smirked at Eris. The two males jokingly shoved each other, smiling as they grabbed drinks.

Everyone left the room laughing as Eris and Cassian verbally picked on each other, heading to the large bonfire. You, Rhys, and Azriel stood inside, waiting for the door to shut before the High Lord turned to you two.

"I had a thought I wanted to speak to you about y/n," Rhys grabbed a handful of the trail mix you had made. "We've enjoyed this tradition so much the past few years, and if you are okay with it, I would like to introduce it to all of Velaris next year."

He paused, watching excitement set in on your face. "I just imagine the streets full of children enjoying the festivities. We do not have many holidays and traditions aimed towards them, and this truly seems to be from them more than adults."

You nodded, smile growing. "I would need you to lead the community on it. Hold meetings explaining traditions, teach the citizens how to make treats, talk to seamstresses about costume designs. Could you do that for me?"

"Yes!" You bounced in place, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "Of course I can!"

"You will have to do one more thing, sweetness," Rhys tilted your chin up to his face. "Nyx will never forgive me if Auntie y/n stops having her haunted cabin. I need this to continue until the boys lose interest, and even then after that for Aspyn and this little ones you two may have some day. I know it's been a discussion." He smirked at your non verbal confirmation.  "Nyx will want to take part when he's older during set up and execution. He dreams about it and has little maps of ideas in his room."

You and Azriel had froze, your mate's hand and arm coming around your waist. "What gave away that we were trying?"

Rhys pointed towards your untouched cider and the candy and snacks you and Azriel had been eating all night. "She hasn't drank alcohol for the past 3 months, you have been deligated missions that keep you far from home for too long, and you, dear brother, have been even more obsessed with little Aspyn. The last click was the baggy costume instead of her being your arm candy tonight like she normally is. No one else knows that you're actively trying. I will keep it to myself until you're ready." 

Rhys leaned in, kissing your forehead. "Think about my request. We will loan all the help you need. Excuse me while I go stop my wife from eating all of the marshmallows."

You and Azriel stood there, the shadowsinger placing soft kisses on your temple, then cheek, and neck. "You did a wonderful job, dove. The shadows have been whispering everyone's praises back to me all night." You smiled, turning in his arms to kiss his jaw. "Let's go get smores. I know you have been waiting for them all day."

He grabbed the bowl you had been digging in all night and your hand. The two of you smiled as Eris told the three young boys a campfire story, bouncing his daughter gently on his knee as he did.

Cassian wrapped an arm around you as you sat next to him, "Great party again, even if you scared me shitless."

"Did Rhysie tell you what he wants to do next year?" Cassian nodded. "What do you think?"

"As long as Auntie's spooky cabin continues, I'm in. Ness and I will help however we can."

"Then we should do it."

He nodded, watching as Azriel used his shadows to scare the boys at the perfect point in Eris's story. "Yes, yes, we should."

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel #halloweenfics2023

[flickynightdarkness]

Waves 1-18 Of My Comfort Characters List

Oggy & Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine & Little Miss Shy (Little Misses)

Mr Quiet & Mr. Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, My Melody & Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Jigglypuff, Hypno, Eevee, Pichu, Torchic, Jirachi, Manaphy, Darkrai, Alice, Alicia, Dwebble, Iris & Sylveon (Pokémon)

Atsuover, Rageminer, Dawko, Jaiden Animations, CookieSwirlC, Nicky Tate, WolfyChu, Rosanna Pansino, Ava Ryan (YouTubers)

Holly & Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Slinky Dog, Jessie, Trixie & Bonnie (Toy Story)

Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin & Hatsune Miku (Vocaloids)

Bubble (BFDI)

Cake, X & Winner (BFB + TPOT)

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Bow & MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Sonic, Tails, Vector, Chip, Cream, Chao, Orbot, Cubot, Zavok, Zazz & Tails Doll (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Mario, Luigi, Yoshi, Rosalina, Boo, Count Bleck & Tippi (Super Mario)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa & Po (Teletubbies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl (Steven Universe)

Giulia (Luca)

Wall-E & EVE (Wall-E)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Scarecrow & Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Scarecrow (TNBA)

Scarecrow (The Brave & The Bold)

Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Scarecrow & King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Question (DCAU)

Harley Quinn (MultiVersus)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Gary The Snail & Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Moomimtroll, Moominmamma & Snorkmaiden (Moomin Series)

Numbuh 3/Kuki Sanban, Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln, Mushi Sanban, Numbuh 9/Maurice, Father/Benedict Wigglestein & Monty Uno/Numbuh 0 (Codename: Kids Next Door)

The Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Baby Rox, Kissy, Captain Squirk & Dr. Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use & Luther Artwright (Needlem0use)

Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom & Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

505 & White Hat (Villainous)

Odie (Garfield)

Humf

Lilo, Stitch & Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Candy Cat & Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

F, P & Y (Alphabet Lore)

Rover, Isabelle, Timmy Nook & Tommy Nook (Animal Crossing)

Boo (Monsters Inc)

Orbulon (Warioware)

ENA

Felix & King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mio Mao

Edd, Matt, Tom & Tord (Eddsworld)

Tuffy & Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Roy O'Brien (ROY Series)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Toriel, Napstablook, Sans & Papyrus (Undertale)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Hex, Tabi, Sunday, Sarvente, Nikusa, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Legacy Annie/Rascal & QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Soft! Boyfriend (FNF: Soft)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Electracey, Bread Mother & Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Three Diablos & Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Dave Algebra Class

SCP-049/Plague Doctor & SCP-999/Tickle Monster (SCP)

Skid, Pump, Robert, Jaune & Streber (Spooky Month)

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)

Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)

Dr. Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Spot The Dog

Harry Hill, Robert Englund, Charles Martinet & Tom Kenny (Celebrities)

Slushi, Cofi & Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy & Sun (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon)

Gingy (Shrek)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli & Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Lord X Hog & Curse (EXEs)

Majin Sonic

MX (Mario 85)

Eri, Tsuyu Asui & Ms Joke (My Hero Academia)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Movie)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Paralympics Mascot)

Miraitowa & Someity (Tokyo 2020 Olympic Mascots)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Mirabel Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee & Abby Park (Turning Red)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Rayman

N (Murder Drones)

EteleD & Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Hypno & Lost Silver/Gold (Pokepasta)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday Series)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Sayori & Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Kirby & Meta Knight (Kirby)

Chudd Chudders & DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Bendy (BATDR)

Boris & Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Tari & Meggy Spletzer (SMG4)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Mugman & Baroness Von Bon Bon (The Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust & Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Slender Man, Splendor Man & Lulu (Creepypasta)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Blitzo, Moxxie & Colin (Helluva Boss)

Woolly & Tig

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Mr. Shark (The Bad Guys)

Charles Calvin, Reginald Copperbottom, Right Hand Man & Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki

Pusheen The Cat

Anya Forger (Spy X Family)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

#comfort character list #the bad guys #dcau #wall e #steven universe #buzz lightyear of star command #nightmare before christmas #friday night funkin #friday night fever #spongebob squarepants #friday night funkin soft #needlemouse #codename: kids next door #toy story #sonic the hedgehog #mario 85 #the henry stickmin collection #ratchet and clank #villainous #moomin #my little pony #a hat in time #gravity falls #animal crossing #eddsworld #pokepasta #creepypasta #murder drones #wii deleted you #helluva boss

[0-animelover-0]

Reacting to their S/O getting surgery (+ Eri & Kota)

A/N: The surgery can be anywhere you want (Hip, leg, back, stomach, arm, etc). With Kota and Eri, you can decide if you're related to eachother or not.

My masterlist is -> here

Tenya Iida:

He would visit you whenever he could while you were in the hospital.

Iida would spoil you with small gifts (flowers, plushie, etc).

If you had to miss school for a while, he would bring you school work you missed.

If you need help catching up he would help you.

After you got out of the hospital he checked up on you making sure you were eating the foods you were supposed to and make sure your hydrated.

Denki Kaminari:

Denki would try to visit you while you were in the hospital.

Even wanting to miss school just to see you.

But you insisted he go to school and not skip, which made him pout.

Brings comics and video games when he does visit.

Would bring you missing work.

Would apologise when he can't help you with the work he doesn't understand.

After you got back to school, he was excited to see you recovering well.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima would visit you 24/7 if he could.

Unfortunately he can't because of being a hero student.

So instead he would visit you after school.

He'd bring you things you like to do/read/watch to make you happy and to see you smile.

He loves seeing you smile, especially if he's the one who made you smile.

Kirishima would bring you the work you missed.

He would force Bakugo to come with him to help you catch up on work he didn't know how to do.

After you got out of the hospital, Kiri stood by you a lot to make sure you were fine.

A bit worried that you'd strain yourself.

Eri:

The little girl would be bugging Aizawa to go see you.

She looked up to you as an older sibling so of course she would be worried for you.

The first time this child heard you were having surgery, she hugged you asking if you will be alright while crying.

She brought Mirio and Izuku with her sometimes when she visited you.

Eri also brought you a stuffed animal as a get well present, saying they comfort her so now you have one as well.

This precious angel even wanted to spend the night with you sometimes but Aizawa said no to the idea.

Eri got a little sad but agreed.

After you are out of the hospital, she would be happy your doing better, getting you a caramel apple with a big smile.

Kota:

This kid will not admit it but he was worried for you.

He already lost his parents and didn't want to lose someone else.

When the surgery went good, he was relieved.

Kota tried to hold in his tears but failed at it.

He hugged you but admittedly let go if you said ow.

The times he visited you, he talked to you about everything going on.

One time he fell asleep beside you on the hospital bed while talking to you.

You held him, playing with his hair before falling asleep as well.

He slept good that night.

After you are out of the hospital he would be protective of you.

Even acting like he is the big brother of you (Which is ironic since he's younger).

Koji Koda:

Poor baby was so worried for you.

He'd visit right away, probably stay at the hospital during your surgery.

Koda's sweet mother would be with him as support.

She also worries for you since she sees you as a daughter.

Koda brings you his bunny as a support animal for you.

He is shy when with you but he truly cares for you a lot.

Tries his best to help you with things you need.

After your out of the hospital, Koda was gentle with you.

Watched you to make sure you were okay.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Tokoyami would be at the hospital during your surgery or else he would be worrying about you.

The boy would be with you through it all.

Dark shadow would be with you too, happy to see you awake and well.

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow would both enjoy talking to you about things for hours. Or just enjoying your company.

Tokoyami would play his music and you both listen to it.

He'd bring things you love so you won't be bored. And if your up to it, your school work too.

This bird of darkness is very paitiant with you.

When you are no longer in the hospital, he watched you from afar and made sure you were being careful. (Then stopping you if he thought you were straining yourself.)

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto would visit you when he could.

He already visits his mother Rei so he is the most calm in hospitals.

If his father doesn't like Shoto visiting you so often, he'd ignore Endeavor.

Not caring if his father was angry, he's gonna see his wonderful partner.

There are times when he doesn't visit since he is busy a lot.

Would stay in the hospital for hours just talking with you.

He'd bring his friends with him(with your consent first) to help you with school work you missed. You all being a study/catch up group together.

After your out, he'd watch you carefully.

He may not show it a lot, but he does worry your going to get hurt.

Katsuki Bakugo:

Visits you occasionally.

Would bring you food he cooked, saying it's "way better than shitty hospital food."

If you are limited to certain foods, he'd complain but make you food you can eat.

He'd help you with the work you missed, getting mad or complaining when you don't understand something.

He would be more gentle/softer with you when alone.

After you are out of the hospital, he would be protective of you more.

Protective boyfriend mode activated.

If you had surgery done to your stomach and jeans bothered you, he'd lend you his sweatpants.

Maybe a hoodie also.

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku would want to visit you all the time but between hero studies and All Might, he'd be caught up a lot.

Still managed to visit you.

Would write down notes about everything (limited foods if any, your condition, how the surgery went, what you can/can't do, etc).

Worried about you at first but calmed down after a while.

Help you with anything such as missed schoolwork and other things.

Like Shoto, Izuku would bring his friends with him.

He'd talk to you about his days and events that happened to him and stuff.

After you are out of the hospital, he would moniter your condition and how you feel.

Baby is in mother mode.

#anime #mha #bnha #my hero academia #tenya lida #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima #eri #kota #mha eri #mha kota #koji koda #fumikage tokoyami #shoto torodoki #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #x reader

[crehador]

since i can't find one and need to know who to aim for...

list of reverse: 1999 jp dub cast (updated for 1.4)

210 - hirose daisuke 37 - iguchi yuka 6 - nakamura yuuichi

a knight - hayami show alien t - fukuhara anjou an-an lee - sakura ayane apple - hirakawa daisuke arcana - koshimizu ami

baby blue - suzaki aya balloon party - minase inori bette - kanzaki maki bkornblume - ueda reina blonney - saito shuka bunny bunny - ozawa ari

charlie - matsuda satsumi centurion - ikuta teru charlton - nomiya kazunori click - uchiyama kouki constantine - tanaka atsuko cristallo - aimi

darley clatter - yada kouhei diggers - tachibana shinnosuke dikke - kawasumi ayako door - shimizu sakuma druvis iii - ishikawa yui

eagle - noguchi ruriko enigma - umehara yuuichirou erick - tanaka chiemi eternity - fairouz ai

forget me not - suwabe junichi

horropedia - okitsu kazuyuki

isabella - kino hina

jessica - waki azumi john titor - konishi mai

kaalaa baunaa - ootsubo yuka kanjira - akasaki chinatsu kumar - fujitou chika

la source - yuzuki kazuka leilani - tachibana yuki lilya - kitamura eri lucy - suwa ayaka

matilda - itou ayasa medicine pocket - hanae natsuki melania - ueda kana mesmer jr. - kudou haruka mondlicht - tsumugi risa ms. moissan - kohara riko ms. new babel - uchida maaya ms. radio - odashima kazami

necrologist - wakayama shion nick bottom - satou fumiya

oliver fog - nagatsuka takuma onion - horikawa kaede

pavia - nozu pickles - saito soma poltergeist - maekawa ryouko

rabies - takagaki katsuhisa & mugiho anna regulus - yamamoto nozomi ring - sakakihara yuki

satsuki - touyama nao schneider - yuuki aoi shamane - yasumoto hiroki sonetto - uchida shu sophia - kobayashi yuu sotheby - itou miku sputnik - toba yuuko sweetheart - tanaka rie

tennant - takahashi chiaki the fool - nitta kyousuke tooth fairy - uesaka sumire ttt - sumi tomomi jiena twins sleep (lisa & louise) - kamitaka suzuka

vertin - takamori natsumi voyager - hondo kaede

x - toki shunichi

z - liyuu зима - totto

#reverse 1999 #SUWABE. SUWABE WHY AREN'T YOU PLAYABLE. #this is like... so many characters #surely not all of them are available upon release?? #i think i'm even missing some like i can't find cv info on voyager anywhere #(eta: have added voyager) #none of the 1.1 and beyond charas are here either #so these must really all be 1.0? wild #why does tennant have to be 5* anyway i want to main tennant :( #anyway it's 5 so far i think #5 hpmi cvs appear (doppo dice jakurai nemu ichijiku) #enough for me to give it a shot lol #crab files

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slices - Slice One

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way

I posted one of the OC questionnaire meme thingies and when I received some asks, I realised I could only communicate with my OCs through fic.

So for Alex, introducing Sweetapple Slices - short fics I can answer questions with :D

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

@idontknowreallywhy asked:

If your character had to get a tattoo, what would it be?

This was written between work shifts so done in a massive hurry. i hope it works. Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the quick read through :D

-o-o-o-

“No, Erry, no.”

“Aw, you are a spoil sport. Here I was thinking I could get a little apple in support.”

Alex starred at her. “It’s permanent, Erica. What if you end up hating me, you’d have to burn it off or something.”

She stared up at him, quite frankly as if he was a silly moron. “Don’t be silly.” Well, he was half right. “I could never hate you. You are just too adorable.” She reached up as if to pinch his cheek, but he ducked away.

She grinned and grabbed one of his fries instead and stuck between hot pink lips. “Wuss.”

“Why do I put up with you?”

“Because we are a good together. We make excellent multifunctional polymers. And without me you would never have thought to, much less approached, the mighty Scott Tracy with your brilliant idea.” She stole another fry just for emphasis.

He stared at her, but ultimately he had to smile. How could he anything but? Erica was multicoloured today - pink lips, blue hair propped up in pigtails, and a shade of sparkly green eyeshadow that just added to her overall level of glowing radioactivity.

“You’re dangerous.”

“And don’t you forget it.” He lost another fry.

“You do have your own, you know.”

“Not as entertaining.” She swooped in for another, but he moved the remainder out of her reach.

She pouted a moment, but then grinned at him. “See, you can learn.”

He fought back the urge to throw all his fries at her head.

“But, come on, seriously, you wouldn’t want to get a tattoo? Not even one that says ‘Virgil forever’ or ‘He’s my thunder’…oh, oh, ‘Rescue me, baby’ with a love heart.

He found himself staring at her again. None of those were worth any comment at all. “So do you have a tattoo?”

“Of course.” She suddenly found the street outside the cafe much more interesting than poking fun at him. In that direction lay the tattoo parlour that had started this whole discussion.

“Well?”

“Nope. Not telling unless you get one, too.” She snuffed her nose at him. “No tatts, no tales.”

“I could ask Fireman Fred.”

Her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare!” But then she realised how much she was revealing and she settled back. “He doesn’t know anyway. So, hmph!”

“Really? You have all the eyes for him, Ery. No action?”

“Mind your business.”

He burst out laughing. “So you can mind mine, but I can’t yours?”

“Exactly. Besides, if I didn’t mind yours, all sorts of things could happen.” Her hands were gesturing about as if she was trying to contain and enunciate the concept.

“Like what? The end of the world as we know it?”

“Pretty much.”

And that was the end of that because he happened to look at his watch and apparently talking about getting tattoos had eaten their entire lunch break. They were now five minutes late in getting back to the convention centre.

Damnit.

There followed the jamming of fries in his mouth, sculling the coffee that was barely passable - he wouldn’t be coming back here again - and dashing out the door like a pair of teenagers late for class.

He did eye the tattoo parlour one more time as they ran past, though…

If he did return three days later, after the dregs of the convention had finished, on the last night before flying back to Māhia, when Erica was otherwise occupied, he certainly wasn’t going to mention it.

And if sitting down at work for the next week required just a little extra care, he still wasn’t going to say anything.

It was worth it.

Because if Virgil ever did get around to discovering the tiny silhouette of Thunderbird Two on his right buttock, he was hoping it would get kissed better.

Much better.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alexander sweetapple #virgil tracy #erica stoltz #sweetapple slices #romance #virgil tracy/alexander sweetapple

[genie-made-of-clouds]

Aizawa: what did you do in school today?

Eri: learned about dragons

Aizawa: your class learned about dragons?

Eri: I learned about dragons. I don't know what everybody else was doing.

#eri the apple baby #aizawa shota #eraserhead #dadzawa #:3 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #funny #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect bnha #aizawa shouta

[leiyahime]

Wollefest Leipzig

What a wonderful day yesterday!!

tl;dr: I need more glass jars X'D

And I'm glad there aren's too many festivals a year XD The way to Leipzig was easy, I left waaay too early so I had time to look around! There was an apple (?) orchard on my way and it looked like a sea of white in the morning sun! It was soo beautiful! (No pictures since I went by car)

Then I met my dear friend at the train station and we walked over to the glass hall of the Neue Messe. The nostalgia. And since the book faire was a few weeks ago the glass panels were already cleaned xD

It was nice and spacious. so it was possible to look at everything. And to leave money *coughs* much money! and to talk to the two people from my spinning group who were there at the booth of the German hand spinning guild.

Soo many colours! Soo much beautiful stuff! *.* I could have spent at least another 100€

And the loot:

front: 70% polwarth/15% Tencel/15% silk from friendly sheep

Spindle: suppoted, maple/coloured wood from the same shop

Nalbinding needle made of horn and scissors from die Garnspinnerin

red Wensleydale locks from... idk anymore

below the locks: 40% wool (Falkland, Merino)/20% llama/20%Eri silk/20% baby camel from frau wöllfchen

violet: 25% Suri Alpaca/25% royal baby alpaca/25% Ramie/25% tussah silk, the colourful bag is 100% tussah silk, and a pair of hand carders *.* (not in picture) from stefis wolle

blue batt: 40% angora/40% silk/20% merino, grey batt: 35% angora/35% silk/25% Merino/5% alpaca from Seidenhase

the bag in the back: 100% baby alpaca raw fleece. So now I know my first scouring project xD also can't reconstruct the booth I got this

the cardboard box: DIY kit for a sewing machine pincushion in grey from Hühnerstall kreativ! was alrady considering to get one last year but I ran out of money.

Not in picture: two stitch markers, a brooch in the form of a black sewing machine and a knitting pattern for wrist warmers.

I only wanted to get 500g of fibres bc of space reasons... well... I failed.

When we were done at the festival, we went to the city to get some ramen for lunch/early dinner which was also very delicious. and after that I returned home (Or almost home. There were traffic problems on my way for which I was waaay too tired so I decided to stop at my dad's and tackle the rest of the way this morning.

Now I'm home and can rest a bit before work.

#fibre arts #hand spinning #hand crafting #fibres #wool festival #Wollefest Leipzig

[theladyofbloodshed]

A Court of Tangled Flames - Chapter 17 (This beast is nearly 9000 words)

A fine snow fell, dusting them as they winnowed to a magnificent castle nestled in the mountains of the Winter Court. It was a fortress of white stone shrouded by a thick pine forest. Nesta remained frozen to the spot, awed by the sight of the palace. It looked straight from a story, spiralling turrets stretching towards the sky, the grey slate roofs covered in a crust of snow. She knew from her studies with Maceo that the Winter Court had never been breached. The weather made it impossible for all except the Autumn Court to penetrate but they had never ignited a war with their neighbour. It would be folly. The mountains of the Winter Court protected its largest cities making them difficult to reach; even more villages existed beneath the ground where miners extracted gems to be sold for much needed income to the court.

‘Winter isn’t so bad,’ Eris murmured as he drew an arm around her body. His gaze tracked up to the castle, a look of appreciation settling on his expression.

Immediately, Nesta was grateful for his warmth. She nuzzled closer as they followed a representative of the Winter Court through the massive gates of the outer walls towards the palace. Their boots crunched and squeaked over the thick layer of snow.

Within the castle’s walls, children raced past them. Their laughter rang out as they pelted each other with snowballs. An older child with wings like an insect fluttered above them, targeting others, her giggles making Eris smile. Smaller children were rolling the biggest ball of snow they could while their parents chatted nearby. If they’d had school, it was over for the day. The grounds were large enough for smaller market stalls to pop up, creating a busy atmosphere as people hurried by. Despite the cold, many females carried pink-cheeked babies as they strolled through the market purchasing food. There were stalls of hot cider and little apple pancakes that caught Nesta’s eye. Their scent wafted through the air. More than the food, she was entranced by the children. All had the characteristic piercing blue eyes and white hair of the Winter Court, but even they were not immune to the low temperatures. Their noses were pink and visible breath curled in front of them as they scarpered across the snow. Parents had stuffed hats on their heads or wrapped them up in scarves.

‘There are so many children.’

Nesta had never seen so many fae children. She’d seen a handful in Velaris but this was something else entirely. The majority of adults seemed to be responsible for at least one of the children. Their joy was a beautiful thing. All day, she could have watched them playing,

‘It’s very cold and very dark here. There’s one activity that keeps those cold, dark nights exciting,’ murmured Eris in her ear. It should have been a throwaway comment to snicker at but she could feel herself turning beet red as she thought of spending a cold and dark winter with Eris. 

They were shown to their sprawling set of rooms in one wing of the palace that overlooked a sheer drop into a pine-covered valley below. Branches sagged from the weight of the snow. Their bedroom came off a gathering area where Beron stood scrutinising the view as if to take any every possible detail for intel. He might catch sight of a few birds swooping for shelter, but there seemed to be nothing but endless evergreen forests otherwise.

Eris hurried her along quickly to their room for privacy. An enormous bed was set against the centre of the wall. The heavy wooden frame was needed for the mountain of furs draped upon the mattress. Unable to resist, Nesta flopped on top of it, delighted as she sank deeper into the nest. 

‘How do they manage to do anything here? I’d simply never leave the bed if it was this cosy inside and so cold outside.’

Eris fell onto his back beside her within the web of blankets. ‘We do have a celebration to attend to so you might need to leave tonight. We could feign an injury to have an early escape.’ He rolled onto his side, propping himself up onto a bent elbow. He dropped his voice as low as he could. ‘We will need to share the bed here. I don’t put it past my brothers not to enter without warning and if they find me sleeping on the floor, tongues will wag.’

Her face grew hot again so Nesta avoided looking at him. She gazed up at the dark wooden beams of the ceiling. ‘I’m sure I could manage one night beside you. If you snore-’

‘If I snore? Nesta Vanserra, I was blaming Safera for nights until I realised that demonic noise came from you.’

They went for their promised sleigh ride, wrapped up in thick coats, gloves and scarves. Nesta had hoped to take Eliška with them to finally speak with her alone but Beron had taken her to his meeting with Kallias. She would keep trying to snatch a moment alone with her mother-in-law for her husband’s sake – though the greatest obstacle seemed to be her father-in-law.

Reindeer were tethered to a varnished sled with red leather and bells. Eris shook his head and muttered that it was a tourist trap as he handed over a decent amount of coins and lifted Nesta into the sleigh. Sure enough, there were many sleighs lined up with reindeer or horses ready to pull visitors to the main city around on a tour. The court had to make an income somehow, and with little produce growing in the land, they relied on these avenues. Nesta reminded Eris of that fact as the driver charged them through the nose for two cups of hot cider.

On the padded benches were furs that they could bed down in for warmth. Heat from the cider rippled inside of Nesta’s stomach, making her brave enough to snuggle next to Eris, a hand slipping into his out of habit as the driver urged the creatures forwards. She had never been this way before – never so tactile. Or perhaps there had never been anybody to be soft with, never anybody who let her be soft. When she was angry or bitter, Eris had never taken it personally. He’d never tried to make her angry to prove a point. He had only ever wanted the best for her. When her storm met his calm, she was soothed.

Eris picked at one of the furs. ‘Do you think that when they can no longer pull the sleigh, they skin the reindeer?’

She brushed her hand against the soft, brown pelt. ‘Stop ruining this lovely moment.’

‘Reindeer is a staple food here. I’ll be sure to feed you it tonight. They like seal too. And fermented shark. A delicacy.’ 

Nesta pressed a hand over his mouth. ‘Eris, this is a moment lifted from my romance books.’ She gestured to the snow-capped trees the sleigh was pulling through. ‘Play your cards right and you’ll find out what happens in the final chapters of my books.’

His brows rose as she let her hand fall away. 

‘We’re playing pretend here, aren’t we?’ She backtracked in voice quiet enough that the driver wouldn’t hear. ‘We can be playful and romantic, can’t we?’

‘We���re pretending,’ he reiterated, stroking a finger down her cold nose then kissing the tip. 

***

Since the invitation arrived, they had mulled over the possibility of not attending. Rhys was already on edge. Taking Feyre out of the court whilst she was pregnant made him more volatile. Mor had managed to soothe a few issues. To refuse the invitation would further weaken their relationship with the Winter Court so Mor had gone ahead to seek out her friend, Viviane, to inform both her and her mate that Feyre was expecting a child. For that reason alone, Kallias shared some security details with Mor if only to keep Rhys’ temper under wraps.

Before they arrived, they knew which suite they’d be staying in – and there was the option to return to Velaris that night if need be. For their arrival, Kallias had lifted the winnowing restrictions on their suite so Feyre could be transported directly to their room. Amren would remain behind in Velaris with Varian but would remain on standby if they needed to winnow to them.

The central room was bedecked with white furs and rugs thrown across the furniture. All of it clustered around a massive stone hearth where a fire blazed. Azriel had reluctantly joined them, offering no explanation over his whereabouts for the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t tried to speak to anybody, merely arrived a few minutes before they were leaving, stared at the paintings in the river estate then winnowed with them in a show of solidarity.

Cassian pointed to their room. Two generous beds were tucked next to opposite walls with a narrow trench running between them. ‘Sharing like old times.’

Azriel shrugged one shoulder. ‘I can swap with Lucien if you’d prefer.’

The male had also travelled with them. He was more than happy to extend a hand to Elain to winnow her, much to her chagrin. He had his own room whilst his mate shared with Mor – dashing the latter’s fantasies of a rendezvous with Helion.

Leaving Azriel to wallow with the shadows that were already swimming around him, Cassian returned to their lounge. Feyre stood beside the window, a hand on her rounded stomach whilst Rhys unpacked their belongings. At the sound of his steps, she turned. Her eyes went wide then she side-stepped, blocking the window further.

They were only on the first floor – at Rhys’ request. He did not want Feyre walking up too many steps. Cassian peered over Feyre’s shoulder and was met with a sight that stole the air from his lungs.

The light was fading from the sky, casting it in a strange twilight that reflected from the snow. Nesta stood up to her shins in snow. The tip of her nose glowed pink and her cheeks were flushed from the cold. She didn’t look like the same female he’d seen in the Night Court. It was her smile that caught Cassian off-guard. He’d seen her smile like that perhaps once or twice and only for a moment or two. Her cheeks were stretched wide, the smile refusing to leave her as she trounced backwards in the snow talking to a Winter Court child. The boy reached as high as her waist and he was gesturing to the gap in his teeth where he’d lost one.

Seeing Nesta again felt like a punch in the gut. In the weeks that she had been gone, he had thought of her endlessly. Cassian had mulled over every meeting, every exchange, imagining a different outcome. He imagined himself rushing to her and holding her after she had killed the king. He never should have let her go. Whilst he had responsibilities to Illyria then, he should have made time for Nesta when she needed someone. Feyre had Rhys to lean on. Elain had chosen the wraiths. Nobody had gone to Nesta – and she wasn’t likely to ask for help. He thought of her on the last Solstice, barely more than a ghost. Cassian had caused an argument. They’d screamed at each other on the bridge, saying cutting words to force a reaction, to make all the pain justified. He wished he’d have just sent Azriel after her to winnow her home rather than trailing her, invoking her anger. He wished he’d have done a thousand things differently where Nesta was concerned.

Cassian had imagined her in the Autumn Court, beaten down and broken. At night, he’d hardly slept, warring with himself; should he damn everything and save her from Eris or bide his time and hope she wasn’t worn down there? He had been wrought with terror that Nesta was being hurt by the males there. More than once, he’d had to stop himself from flying to the Forest House to demand her return.

‘Don’t torture yourself like this,’ Feyre murmured, resting her head against his arm.

It was a deserved torture. He had let Nesta slip through his fingers.

Cassian continued watching her from the window. She’d managed to hit Eris with a snowball – a fact she was delighted with. She was trying to hurry though the snow, but he melted the path with his flame, making it easier to chase her. Nesta’s high-pitched squeal rose up to their floor, drawing the others. They saw the moment where Eris hauled Nesta into his arms and threatened to chuck her into a pile of snow. The Winter Court children playing with them encouraged it too. Cassian couldn’t make out her words, but she was fighting a smile and stroking his face, likely pleading with him even as he lowered her towards the mound of snow. At the last moment, he cradled her back to his chest and kissed her forehead before settling her gently back onto the ground.

Each moment was a slow, drawn-out injury. He expected Eris to treat her abysmally. Cassian had almost counted on Eris snapping at Nesta or hurting her in some way at the Winter Court to give him a reason to plunge his blade through his chest. Seeing his affection towards her was painful. A burning sensation grew in Cassian’s chest. Never before had Cassian seen Nesta smile so readily. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as Eris knelt in the snow talking to child. More gathered to him and Nesta as Eris brought flames to his hands. Her hand slunk against his neck, stroking the back of it softly. The male created birds from flame that sizzled through the air, acting as targets for the children to aim their snowballs at. Through it all, Nesta leant against him, a hand stroking up his spine as if she was unable to stop herself from touching him.

‘Eris Vanserra playing the kind, loving male in front of these adoring children,’ Mor muttered. ‘A tremendous actor.’

Azriel moved away from the window, shrugging his shoulders once more. ‘Or maybe we see the actor and this is the reality.’

A cold sliver of dread crept through Cassian’s veins. Could there be truth in Azriel’s words? He had nurtured a hope that when the opportunity was right, he could reach out a hand to bring Nesta home where she belonged. But that was relying on the Autumn Court being a miserable jail where she was sequestered against her will. Cassian hadn’t expected Nesta to relish Eris’ company. Hadn’t expected her to be giggling and embracing Eris willingly. She had never been so generous with her touch with him. They had danced around their feelings until they bubbled over, but with Eris, Nesta seemed drawn to him – and him to her.  

Lucien blew out a breath. ‘They’re perhaps more similar than we realised.’

‘Your old tutor is teaching Nesta to ease her into life as a fae,’ Azriel said flatly. ‘She stays with Eris’ friends, learning how to ride a horse or training physically. Eris is training her magic. She travels with him to the army where she’s endeared herself. She’s educating herself thoroughly. She’s happy.’

‘How the hell would you know that?’ Mor demanded.

Azriel threw up his hands. The shadows that had been slithering over his body skittered away. ‘Because I’ve seen her twice. And Eris’ friend won’t stop coming to Windhaven and arguing with me because of all of you.’

‘What do you mean because of us?’

‘Why haven’t you done something about an Autumn Court male coming to our court, Az?’ Rhys demanded. ‘You’ve known about this but didn’t think it pertinent to tell us?’

Azriel blinked at him. ‘Because she comes to watch over Emerie in case we torture her for information. Because Eris has ordered her to whisk Emerie away at the first sign of danger from us. That’s what they think of us.’

‘Why would we harm Emerie?’ Mor scoffed.

Cassian stared at his brother as if he had never seen him before. The aloofness and cold demeanour wasn’t anything new; Azriel had many spells of distance and closeness like a wave returning to the shore. Never did he think his brother would hide something like this from him, from any of them.

In a chair, Feyre settled. Her brows were furrowed. She’d been withdrawn recently – as was to be expected with a troubling pregnancy, an absent sister, and regular court duties. Rhys went to her side, stroking her hair. ‘I’m disappointed that you kept secrets regarding our court from us, Azriel.’

‘I’m disappointed you painted a portrait of a father who neglected you and not the sister who followed you to the Wall.'

A bracing silence enclosed the room. Night-chilled mist swirled around Rhys’ hands. Not that Az cared. The pair stood opposite each other with expressions carved from granite. Azriel was towing a dangerous line with Rhys so highly strung as Feyre’s pregnancy entered the final few months. The room seemed to cave in on them with such power swelling within.

‘Feyre owes Nesta nothing.’

Azriel glanced at Cassian then shook his head. ‘No, she doesn’t. And Nesta owed us nothing yet she is the one who had Beron listening, the one who killed the king, the one who now has a target on her back from Briallyn because we brought her into this life.’

The breath that came from Rhys rattled in his chest. In an attempt to subdue him, Feyre reached for his hand. His cold demeanour remained. ‘How can you defend her after what she did?’

‘What did she do, Rhys?’ Azriel asked the question softly, so soft that it seemed to tip-toe in the room, weaving around them.

And what had Nesta done as the final straw? Followed their rules, trained daily, worked in the library, then told Feyre the truth about the child.

‘It wasn’t about the truth, not really. It’s the fact that Nesta still dared to defy you after you took her home and her freedom.’

‘Az,’ Mor breathed.

All of them seemed to hold their breath, awaiting Rhys’ reaction. Even Cassian couldn’t predict what his brother might do – what either of them might do. He’d not seen Azriel like this before, so adrift within their group.

‘I dare say that Kallias would be fairly cross if the pair of you levelled his palace,’ said Lucien. He spoke casually though Cassian noticed that he’d taken a step closer to Elain, ready to spring into action and protect her if the situation arose.

Perhaps coming here was a mistake. It didn’t bode well for them if they had dissent within the ranks. Azriel would be punished for it – maybe not on this night, but he would be.

Rhys kept his feet planted as he addressed Azriel. ‘If you will be a liability, you may as well return to wherever it is you’ve been hiding.’

‘Leave Nesta alone tonight. Let her be happy.’ Without even looking at him, Azriel skulked to their room – but Cassian couldn’t let it lie. He couldn’t understand why Azriel would choose Nesta over them. What she had done to Feyre was malicious – even she would attest to that. He tore after his brother, throwing a shield at the door to block the others.

‘You’re supposed to be my brother. And what? Nesta’s more important than me?’

Azriel screwed up his face in distaste then perched on the corner of the bed, eyes glancing out towards the window. Cassian couldn’t bear to peer out of it again to see Nesta. Azriel’s scarred hands gripped the soft, white fur thrown on the bed as if to stop himself from reacting in a different way.

‘Do you actually give a crap about her, Cass?’

That hit him like a stone to the temple. ‘Of course, I do. How can you fucking ask me that?’

‘Do you want her to be happy?’

‘Yes.’ Had Azriel hit his head? Yes, he wanted Nesta’s happiness. He wanted a life with her. He wanted children with her.

‘Then look out of the fucking window, Cass. It’s not with you.’ Azriel scrubbed his face with his hands. His brother appeared tired. The shadows beneath his eyes were more defined than usual. More than anything, Azriel just seemed without hope. ‘I’m sorry. I am. I’m sorry, Cass. Emerie has let me stay at hers and Nesta was so miserable with us. I know you care about her, but I can’t condemn her to life with us. She doesn’t want to be in the Night Court. I can’t make her sad to keep you happy. If you give a damn about her, you’d sacrifice your happiness for hers.’

‘But Eris-’

‘Eris cares for her,’ Azriel interrupted. ‘I hate to admit it, but she is happy with him. Emerie said he doted on her. Neither her nor Gwyn are afraid of him. Eris hasn’t forced Nesta on a hike where she’s collapsed and hasn’t had to rush her from the city after his brother has threatened to kill her.’

‘Rhys didn’t mean that. You know he didn’t.’

‘Cass.’ Azriel stared at him in disbelief, shaking his head. ‘You’re still not getting it. If you think she’s your mate, why do you still put Rhys ahead of her?’

That caught him off-guard. He didn’t just think Nesta was his mate – he knew she was. He’d suspected it since the moment he had seen her, that beautiful mortal woman who refused to show any sort of fear. But Rhys had saved him in every way that mattered. If Rhys hadn’t taken pity on a sullen, orphaned boy, he’d likely be dead.

‘Rhys is our high lord. He’s our brother.’

‘And he would use you as a shield to protect Feyre. He’d kill all of us if we threatened Feyre in any way.’

‘I would never threaten Feyre.’

‘That’s the difference though, isn’t it? We all accepted Feyre because she made Rhys happy. Nesta has always been seen as an opponent. Rhys threatened to kill her – I don’t give a shit if he didn’t mean it, he still fucking said it, Cass. No matter what she is to you, she is his mate’s sister at the end of it all. Do you want Nesta with you if she’s miserable? If she’s afraid of Rhys?’

***

It was almost tempting to leave her slumbering. Eris lay beside Nesta watching her steal the sleep she wasn’t supposed to have. He’d told her to bolt the door while he showered, but when he’d returned, she was in the same spot on the bed, buried beneath blankets. Her mouth had fallen open. The fresh air had done her good – then she’d met the warmth of the room and slipped easily into sleep.

Eris skated two fingers up her arm until Nesta grumbled. She buried deeper into the blankets.

‘This isn’t fair,’ she murmured.

There was no necessity to play husband and wife in their rooms, but Eris couldn’t resist smoothing her hair from her gorgeous face.

‘Do you think Kallias would notice if we stole the bed when we return home?’

Nesta stretched her body as she rolled to her back. ‘If you steal this bed for us,’ a smile played about her lips, ‘I would never ever leave it.’

‘That does nothing to dissuade me.’

He had to haul her out from the nest with promises of treats and trips.

‘I had this made for you. If you don’t like it, I understand. But I will throw it into the fire to be dramatic.’

From the wardrobe, Eris retrieved a gown for Nesta. It was red and heavy, showing off her arms and chest with its scooped neckline. He helped her into it, holding his breath as her slip fell to the floor and her bare back was exposed to him. Black ink stretched down her spine forming an eight-pointed star. Eris recognised the shimmer of it to be magical. Now, what deal had his wife made that he didn’t know about. He traced a finger down her spine, making her head tip back towards him.

‘What’s this?’

‘Oh.’ Every sinew in her body seemed to tighten. ‘If I did one hour of training with Cassian, he’d do whatever I wanted.’

Eris had to bite down on his knuckle to keep from laughing. ‘Those were his terms? Anything? Anything at all?’

His light mood popped as Nesta turned. The dress clung to her chest. He tried to prevent his eyes from tracking down to her breasts but they were hard not to notice. She was utterly devastating. The skirt was split up her thigh but the gown was heavy enough to not notice it unless she strode. A small train dragged on the floor behind her. Eris could not decide if he wanted to tear the gown from her or make love to her in it.

Colour bloomed in Nesta’s cheeks at his ravenous stare. ‘Is it acceptable?’

‘You are divine.’

He smoothed her brow before kissing it. He couldn’t help himself. He knew they didn’t need to pretend here but Nesta was too beautiful to resist.

‘So that I understand it, Cassian literally promised to give you anything you wanted for one hour of your time? And you fulfilled your end?’

‘I’m not sure I like the glint in your eye, Eris Vanserra.’

‘Don’t full name me, I enjoy it too much,’ Eris warned, raising his brows. ‘Don’t you see the potential this has? We can bend them to our will. Let your friends visit or else Cassian dies.’

‘Eris!’

‘I won’t really – but they don’t have to know that. The threat should be good enough. Hand over your entire court or Cassian dies.’

Nesta sucked in a breath, making her breasts swell even further, the wicked female. ‘Eris, I don’t want to make Cassian’s life a misery. Not tonight, not ever. I just want to forget about him.’

‘You owe him nothing,’ he said sharply.

Her head cocked to the side, glancing at the fire. She’d frozen in the doorway when they had returned from their sleigh-ride. Her hand had gripped his arm then she’d begged him in a whisper to bank the fire and use his magic instead of wood to heat the room.

‘When you’re angry, your flames turn red. They’re golden when you’re happy.’

To embarrass him, his magic pulsed and flickered with such bright gold flame, it looked as if it were gilded. He hadn’t known that Nesta had ever noticed the subtle changes within it. The fact that she had sent a current of warmth running through his veins. Nobody had else had ever noticed. Then again, it had been so long since he’d had happiness like this, like her.

‘I have a reputation to uphold,’ he reminded her. ‘I want the Harp. I want your weapons in our possession. But I also want your friends to visit you and to save your sister.’

‘And if you don’t get what you want?’

Eris threw her an incredulous look. ‘I always get what I want.’

As per tradition, they followed behind his mother and father as the future rulers of the Autumn Court with his brothers flanking them. The Autumn Court had few friends; only a formidable army, a destructive magic, and a hoard of treasure unlike any other allowed them to be invited to such events. Eris had warned Nesta of that, as if she hadn’t seen it first hand at the High Lord meeting where she’d rendered him wordless with her power. He had been more interested in catching a glimpse of the female mated to Lucien that day. He’d known there was a third sister who had been thrown into the Cauldron, but she’d been of no consequence until Nesta had made his father stop and listen. No other had ever managed such a feat.

The ceiling of the ballroom was curved but thick, wooden beams crossed the width of it. Each one was dripping with garlands of crisp, white faelight and ivy that illuminated the room. Sculptures carved from ice were on each long banquet table. Delicacies of the Winter Court were artfully arranged on crystal plates. Eris nudged Nesta then inclined his head towards the fermented shark to prove he was not a liar and she shuddered.  

For a moment, Eris wished he could have looked upon his father’s face because the orchestra was made entirely of lesser fae. He imagined there would be a curl of top lip or a pinching of his brow in disgust. His father never did hide his prejudices.

They swept into the room, feigning ignorance to the sudden tautness running through the crowd at their arrival. No, the Autumn Court was not liked. But more than that, it was the first public appearance of he and Nesta as a couple. So much of politics was posturing. He drew Nesta closer to him. She kept her head raised, proud and fearless, unlike his mother who bowed hers in submission to Beron.

Then, Eris realised, the drop in volume was for another reason. The Night Court had already arrived. The High Lady of the court had commanded attention. She carried the heir of the Night Court and her mate stood to attention beside her. Eyes flitted between her and Nesta trying to guess what was the cause of the fractured relationship.  

‘What a ghastly outfit,’ murmured Uther behind him.

Eris was inclined to agree. Although heavily-pregnant, Feyre wore a dress of sparkling black panels that exposed much of her swollen body. She didn’t look at all comfortable and Eris almost pitied her. Still, she had chosen the life of the high lord’s trophy. She was happy to play his whore in the public domain. Silently, he vowed to himself that if he ever tried such a thing with Nesta, she deserved the chance to kill him.

Eventually, the chatter rose again as folk mingled for the first time since the meeting in a broken-down human manor after the war. It was an opportunity for Eris to forge alliances under his father’s watchful eye. He couldn’t be too ambitious, but he was loathe to waste an opportunity either. Holding Nesta’s hand, he aimed for the Summer Court delegate, hoping to seek out its princess, Cresseida. She was a female who did not mince her words; a fact Eris was glad for. He also imagined her becoming a companion of his wife one day; two females who did not yield.

‘Has Eris Vanserra gone soft,’ came a deep, smooth voice.

The High Lord of the Day Court stood with Rhysand, Feyre and a handful of others that Eris didn’t recognise, likely from Helion’s own court. He saw a pair of Illyrian wings, the towering male keeping his shoulder to them, engaging another in conversation rather than acknowledging him and Nesta fully – but likely listening in along with his sneaking glances.

‘I am tender only with my wife,’ he replied curtly, rubbing a hand down the tattoo on Nesta’s back. ‘Rest assured, I am every bit as vicious as I always have been. And if anybody seeks to ruin my wife’s happiness or harm her in any way, they will find out exactly how I carved my reputation.’

When he continued through the crowd, he was met with no resistance from Nesta. She’d simply turned from them, a cold expression on her beautiful face, and followed. He squeezed her hand.

‘Not too painful to see them, I hope,’ he murmured in her ear.

‘A little,’ she admitted, then, ‘I want to speak to Elain or Feyre. Both. Somehow.’

It was understandable. Despite the disaster that was his relationship with Lucien, Eris still searched for his face in a crowd, still hoped that he’d attend meetings in the Hewn City. And Eris could not help himself from hammering more nails into it, to say cruel words and hurt Lucien. He destroyed it further because he knew it would never repair. It was better to watch it burn to ash than admit that it would never be whole. Nesta still had a chance to repair the relationship with her sisters – but she needed to know she was not the one who ruptured it.

‘I’ll see what can be managed with Elain. Feyre will not be parted from Rhysand tonight.’

‘I haven’t had a conversation with my sister without him butting in since he forced himself into all of our lives.’

***   

If Cassian believed that seeing Nesta and Eris playing in the snow was painful, he was not prepared for the agony of them gliding into the ballroom. It should have been his arm that Nesta held onto, not that snake’s. Yet there was an undeniable balance between the pair that Cassian hated to acknowledge. They were cut from the same cloth; fierce and regal, proud to a fault. The Autumn Court suited Nesta.

They sat for a meal after Viviane had given a gushing speech about her mate to the crowd. The High Lord of the Winter Court stood like one of the sculptures of ice, perhaps wishing the roof would collapse upon him.

Their delegate was seated with Helion’s group from the Day Court which was perhaps the best choice given Rhys’ temperament that night. Azriel remained just as aloof and argumentative as the afternoon, perched at the end of the table with Elain and Mor as a buffer; they were the two best-suited to not invoking another argument with him.

Cassian couldn’t stop his eyes tracking to Nesta across the room. They always sought her out. They always snapped to her as if unable to resist. Never had she worn a gown like the one tonight. She turned the heads of males within the room, but her silver eyes only looked at Eris with adoration. The male kept touching the tattoo on her back. It was the only link Cassian had left to her and he knew the male did it on purpose to try and rile his temper.

‘Do you think he’s coerced her?’ Feyre was eating little, too nervous from Rhys, Azriel, the party and Nesta to manage more than a couple of forkfuls. ‘She didn’t even acknowledge us. Just followed him blindly.’

‘She looked through us completely,’ Mor said, frowning into her own plate of food. ‘I wouldn’t put it past Eris to not be controlling her.’

Azriel said nothing, but he folded his arms across his chest. Shadows slithered over him.

‘Will you try and speak to her, Rhys? Just see if she’s alright?’ Cassian hated the plea in his voice. He’d gone over the possibility of Eris giving Nesta whatever she wanted in return for being his wife. But what could he offer her that Nesta would want? Her head wasn’t turned by wealth. She had power and never wanted that either. It couldn’t be love. It couldn’t be.

They tried to remain casual, speaking quietly over mundane topics while they ate. Beside them, Rhys’ face slackened. Daemati powers reached out in the room for Nesta. For a long while, he didn’t move, didn’t even blink.

Then he sucked in a breath as if breaking the surface of the ocean. He fell back against his chair, wincing slightly.

‘You’re bleeding!’

Mor reached for a napkin. Sure enough, a harsh line cut across the back of his hand. The blood pooled along it like a row of rubies before a bead dribbled along his skin. He pressed the napkin to it, stemming the blood.

‘That’s not just a daemati they’ve got in their ranks,’ he murmured, eyes canvassing each one from the Autumn Court. ‘That’s the most fucking powerful one I’ve ever encountered.’

‘More than you?’ Feyre asked, brows rising in alarm.

He flexed his fingers, grimacing at the pain. ‘I can go into a head and rupture it. I can’t cause a physical injury like this by going into a mind. I didn’t know it was possible. Whoever it is, that's a power I've never seen before.’

‘What happened? Do you think it’s Nesta?’

He shook his head. ‘It was a trap. There were no mental shields and she was inviting me in. I reached for her hand but her wall came down on mine like a guillotine. I don’t think it’s Nesta. It’s one of them though.’

‘Eris?’

‘He knew enough about daemati to protect himself from us before.’

Trying to be subtle, they cast their eyes over the Autumn delegate once more. Eris had his arm around Nesta, murmuring something into her ear. Cassian felt Mor’s hand against his knee, pinning him to the spot. She’d read him well; read that he’d wanted to fly across the room and drag Eris away from Nesta each time they were tactile with each other.

With a flare of jealousy, Cassian watched as Nesta leant back against Eris’ hold then wrapped her arms on top of his. They had never been like that with each other. He doubted that Nesta would have ever let him touch her like that – or in public. Worse still was the moment when Eris kissed the side of her head and she seemed to exhale deeper into his arms. Even he had to admit that Nesta was comfortable with him. There was a lightness that he hadn’t seen before; her figure was softer, eyes brighter and smiles came more readily.

‘We must be on our guard. I’ll keep shields around all of you – but don’t seek them out.’

Cassian blinked. ‘And we just accept that Nesta isn’t being forced by Eris to be his wife?’

‘Like Rhys forced Feyre to spend time with him,’ Azriel grunted.

*** 

‘I am about to do something stupid.’

Eris tipped the last dribbles of his drink down his throat. He’d been watching his brother who mingled easily with the contingent from the Dawn Court over dinner, choosing to build his own bridges rather than sit with the Night Court. As dishes were collected, Lucien had chatted easily to Tarquin, the high lord of the Summer Court on the edge of the ballroom floor as dancers waltzed past them. ‘Is that what you said before we married?’

His wife rolled her eyes. ‘I’d like you to seize a moment with your mother in any way you can.’

‘My mother reviles me – and besides that, my father won’t ever let me near her.’

Even tonight without her gaggle of servants and sentries who jailed her, Beron had not let his wife out of his sight. Nesta inhaled then rose from the chair. ‘That is why I am about to do something stupid.’

He caught her wrist, skin tingling where their bodies met. ‘Nesta.’

‘We are in public. There’s nothing he can do to me here.’

She prised her fingers from his and strode with confidence towards Beron Vanserra. Nobody ever did such a thing. His heart was in his mouth as his wife gave a coy smile to the High Lord of the Autumn Court then gestured to the dance floor. Eris hadn’t known she could dance.

To his complete horror and surprise, his father took Nesta’s hand and led her to dance.

For a moment, Eris sat in disbelief. His father’s hand slipped into Nesta’s whilst his other settled around her waist, drawing her close. Their eyes were fixed on each other. To onlookers it might have been adoration on Nesta’s part, but he knew her better. Silver fire would be simmering in her eyes entrancing Beron. He couldn’t waste his wife’s diversion.

Eris sought out his mother, sat alone at their table. He hated how brittle he had to make his voice to command her to come with him. She wouldn’t have followed him without the barked order. As quickly as he could, he led her out of the ballroom and into an empty council room. His fire leapt to the lamps, reflecting off the long, mahogany table running through the centre of the room.

‘Mother, I am not the villain you believe me to be.’

‘I do not recognise you as my son,’ she replied, swift and brutal. ‘I have only one son and it is not you.’

Cracks spread across his heart. ‘Mother, please. I can’t-’

She raised a hand to silence him. It hadn’t been two sons she’d grieved for that day when Lucien was exiled, but all of them. All of them lost to Beron’s cruelty. Eris swallowed down his hurt.

‘Please believe that your goodness is still within me. It has never extinguished. Look for yourself.’

That gave her pause. Her russet eyes swept over his face then Eris felt her piercing into his mind, turning over his memories. It was a power her husband had never learned she possessed; the only secret she could keep from him. Her son only knew of it because he’d been a child who loved to lie and it was the only way she could seek the truth.

Eris stood as if being inspected. He forced his memories of Nesta to the surface, of being gentle with her, laughing and teasing; he brought forth his vast cache of memories of Orla so his mother could see he was not as wicked as the world believed him to be. He thought of all the dogs he'd loved and doted on as if they were his children. He hoped his mind was not black and rotted.  

Something broke in her expression.  

Tears welled in her eyes.

Without thought, Eris reached for her. His hand weaved into hers. It was so thin. So delicate. His mother had only been slightly younger than Nesta when she’d been married off to a tyrant. Within weeks of the marriage, she carried the heir to the Autumn Court. Barely a grown female and forced to be a mother and a wife. Eris had grown alongside his mother. He was closer in age to his mother than Lucien.

‘I thought you were lost.’

‘I will never be like him,’ Eris vowed, dipping his head to press his forehead to his mother’s. ‘I will always be your son. Hold on a little longer. We will see the sun again.’

***

It was only them. Only them and this ballroom. Nesta did not know how many dances she had shared with her father-in-law. The rest of the world was sepia compared to him. She’d fixed his gaze, held every grain of his attention to give Eris as much time as possible with his mother. Flames danced in her eyes, his too. Beron coveted her power so she let him see it, let him be tempted by it despite the danger. For Eris, she would do this. His happiness was everything to her.

Finally, a handsome male with dark hair appeared at their side as the musicians faded their instruments out.

‘Father, perhaps I could share a dance with Eris’ lovely wife.’

Without a word, Beron handed her to Phelan. Compared to the frostiness of Beron, Phelan felt like an inferno. His hands pawed at her, groping too tightly to be polite. The corner of his mouth tipped into a sly grin.

‘Now what web are you laying with my brother?’ he hummed.

‘Why would I tell you a thing?’

Phelan turned her sharply on the spot so the momentum had her colliding with his body. ‘It’s better to have me as an ally than an enemy.’

She pretended to consider it for a moment. The grip of his fingers on hers turned them white. She tried not to wince from the pain. Phelan crowded her with his body as if they danced a tango. Over his shoulder, Nesta scanned the crowds for Eris to no avail.

The male’s fingers dug into her waist hard enough to bruise as she snapped back into hold after another violent spin.

‘Stop,’ she hissed at him.

A slow grin spread over his handsome face. He was as Eris had made him out to be.

Phelan twisted her wrist as they danced, subtle enough that others wouldn’t notice, but it was enough for Nesta’s face to begin bracketing with pain.

A broad, tan hand grabbed Phelan by the shoulder, stilling the dance. ‘Move.’

Cassian stood before them on the floor, the red of his siphons matching her gown. Half of his ebony hair had been drawn back into a knot while the rest hung loosely to his shoulders. As usual, he wore his Illyrian leathers. Faced with the two males, Nesta knew who the safest choice was – but it was cruel of fate to deal her this hand.

‘Why would I let my brother’s wife anywhere near an Illyrian brute like you?’

There was a ringing in Nesta’s ears. The walls felt as if they were collapsing in on her. She swallowed. Again, her eyes searched for Eris’ outline.

Cassian’s hazel eyes fell to her, imploring her to seek sense and choose him over Phelan. Their sudden stop was gathering attention.

‘Play nicely, Phelan,’ she crooned, throwing off his arm as she reached for Cassian.

The male wasted no time in striding across the room, out of the thicket of dancers, with Nesta tugged along behind him. The music chased them down a deserted corridor. His hand fell away then Cassian whirled on her.

‘What is all this, Nesta? Dancing with Beron then one of the brothers? Why are you putting yourself in danger for him?’

Nesta stood taller. She was thankful that he’d saved her from Phelan, but she did not want to be here with him. Nesta wanted nothing more than to forget Cassian. Whatever they’d had – whatever they could have had – was over.

‘It’s fine for me to put myself into danger when it benefits the Night Court though. Do I understand that correctly?’

A streak of annoyance lanced through his expression, twitching his brows into a thunderous frown. ‘You volunteered to help.’

‘Because you all threatened that if I didn’t co-operate, you’d make Elain do it. There was no choice.’

Cassian pinched the bridge of his nose. It was one method that Nesta knew he used to try and get a hold of his anger. She took a step back, out of his reach. Without knowing what had happened since her departure, Nesta knew this night would be difficult for him.

‘Just come home,’ he pleaded. ‘Do you want to live every day of your life in fear of Beron Vanserra?’

‘I would spend every day of my life fearing Rhysand in your court.’

Cassian’s eyes flashed with anger. ‘That’s a lie.’

‘He threatened to kill me, Cassian.’

‘He didn’t mean it.’

The guise was gone. Nesta could finally see Cassian in the light; a male who would never hear a bad word about his high lord. That was not the life she wanted. Nesta would never be put first. Rhysand’s long shadow would always fall across their relationship. Had Cassian not noticed how miserable she was – or had he seen and not cared because she was there to fuck when he wanted her?

‘Tell me why you want me to return with you.’

‘Because Feyre is your sister.’

Nesta crossed her arms over her chest. It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. For so long, she’d been holding a crumbling building together, trying to keep it whole. Why? What was the point in trying to keep a ruin from disintegrating further? The sun never shone on her Velaris.

She allowed herself a few seconds to gather her emotions. Her voice level, Nesta said, ‘Is that the only reason you can think of?’

Cassian fumbled then declared, ‘I love you.’

Maybe once, Nesta wanted to hear that from him. Many times, she had wanted to be more to him. She had wanted more than being the female he sought out in the darkness. More than the one he tossed aside when his family were present. But Cassian could never treat her as more, could never give her more because he was too ashamed of her.

‘What do you love about me?’

The hesitation told Nesta all that she needed to know.

She turned on her heel but he followed, boots echoing in the corridor.

‘Nes, you’re the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen. Since I met you, I was drawn to you. I want-’

‘Why? Why were you drawn to me?’

Every moment stood in this corridor with him was worse. Nesta was punishing herself by lingering to hear his flimsy reasons. Hearing how little she meant to him was painful as much as it was needed. She could see him struggling to drum up a reason why he cared for her. A hand ran through his black hair. Eris had not hesitated to tell her when she’d asked why he’d cared – and he’d gone on and on with reasons. He had noticed every little thing about her. Cassian could manage nothing except her beauty.

‘You cannot tell me one thing you like about me, Cassian.’

‘I was ready to die for you in the war.’

‘Do you know when my favourite season is? My favourite food?’

Cassian’s wings involuntarily tightened against his spine. ‘That’s not important. I know you, Nes.’

‘That is important – to me. You don’t know me, Cassian. You’ve never tried to know me. You’ve just assumed what you wanted to assume.’

His vicious laughter boomed in the hallway. Cassian’s hurts came out as barbs. ‘Oh, and Eris knows these fucking things, does he?’

‘Yes. He does.’ Eris’ deep voice seeped over them as he stepped along the white tiled floor. He put an arm around Nesta, tucking her close to his body. A thumb drove in a small, smoothing circle against her hip. ‘Her favourite season is autumn, but only the early autumn when the leaves start to fall. The end of autumn scared her when she was younger because it meant winter was coming and they’d be cold and hungry. And Nesta’s favourite food is apple and blackberry crumble fresh from the oven and drowning in cream.’ Eris gave Cassian a tight smile. ‘And if that’s not available then she’ll settle for the crispiest roast potatoes you can manage.’

The pulse of his siphons warned Nesta that Cassian was skirting into dangerous territory. They needed to leave. She wouldn’t risk Eris being hurt by Cassian’s uncontrollable temper.

‘There is no court where I belong, Cassian. But it doesn’t matter where I go, because my husband will always be at my side. With my husband is where I belong.’

It would be so easy to let Cassian ruin her mood. For once, Nesta refused to let those feelings settle. She refused to allow her heart to bruise. Why should the pain linger? Nesta had come to terms with the fact that her and Cassian were nothing but a regret now; a decision made because she had nobody else to turn to for comfort back then.

When they departed, Eris tried to steer her back to their rooms, but Nesta forged a different path. Her fingers linked with his, leading him back into the great hall.

‘You’re sure?’

‘I want to dance with my husband.’

Eris gave a slight nod. Soundlessly, he led her straight onto the dance floor where his arms went around her. She danced with her cheek pressed against his heart. The soft thud was her anchor. Steady Eris would always settle her storms.

‘A heart can always heal, Nesta.’

‘It already has.’

Nesta closed her eyes, trusting Eris to guide her through the gentle dance.

‘Pretend,’ Eris whispered, cradling Nesta’s head against his chest. His lips grazed the top of her head.

‘I don’t want to pretend anymore.'

His hand brushed against her hair. Nesta remained with her arms clamped around his waist. She turned to look up at him. The faelights above them twinkled, casting him in soft, white light. His mask slipped. Nesta thought she saw disappointment in his expression.

‘I don’t want to pretend anymore,’ she repeated, stroking his cheek with her knuckles. ‘I want you. I want all of you. I want you in every moment, in every day.'

Then, despite the crowd, despite the world turning around them, Eris cupped her face and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her with reverence. Nesta did not care who saw - for there was only him. Only Eris mattered. The male who had led her through the darkness and showed her that the sun still shined. The heat of his lips against hers sent a flurry of excitement racing through her body. She was his. He was hers.

As Eris broke the kiss, the tip of his nose brushed against hers. ‘I love you.’

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This is my girl's gown by Teuta Matoshi

#a court of tangled flames #neris

[dreamersinthedaylightinspo]

Eunomia slept like a rock. The healer worked over her while she rested and she woke, eventually, to peals of laughter and golden sunlight streaming into the birthing room. Nahida pronounced her able, and she found that she was able to stand and walk without help. A servant came to bring her pastries and fresh flower-scented tea with a wedge of lemon. Her body still tingled with the effects of the magic; though her body moved when she willed it and she wasn't in pain, she felt strange and tender and empty.

And, again, mostly, she missed her mother.

At first, she'd cried helplessly at the idea of bringing a child into the world without her family's support. Even after months, the pangs of anxiety she felt never lessened. But she found, when she stepped into the hall and was greeted with elated cheers and congratulations from half the living creatures in Rosehall, that she needn't have worried in the slightest.

The birth of a faerie child - of a High Lord's child - had caused celebratory commotion like Nomi had never seen. It was comparable to the breaking of Amarantha’s curse in Rhodes. After she managed to fight her way through the well-wishers, Tamlin informed her that they were expecting guests - representatives from the nearby villages were coming to Rosehall to pay tribute to Spring's new princess.

In response to her expression, Tamlin shrugged.

"If anything, this is your fault, my dear. Everyone likes you; they didn't care nearly so much when I was born."

Indeed - by lunchtime, the hall was swarming with faeries of all sorts. Stout dwarven-kin, nimble goblins, pixies and sprites, even tiny wil-o-the-wisps no bigger than the nails on her littlest finger. Wraiths and nymphs peeled themselves out of trees and ponds and sat themselves down for lunch in the gardens. The sentries and stabelhands joined the kitchen staff to help prepare meals for the travelers but many seemed to have brought their own food.

And with that, the gifts. Nomi accepted cuttings from gardens, little dresses and shoes and hats, music boxes, dolls and pillows and blankets, and all manner of more impractical things - a necklace of freshwater pearls, a loadstone, the branch of a cherry tree with a single, eternal pink blossom affixed to the end.

The other High Lord's, too, were prompt in their tributes. Helion sent a basket of fruits - pomegranates and oranges, adorned with rosemary, and other symbols of prosperity and longevity - and a handwoven blanket with the solar motif of the Day Court. This was Nomi’s favorite present. Thesan sent the most practical gift: a clever pair of looking glasses that were meant to be placed, one at the cradle and one on the parent's nightstand, enchanted so that they would know if the baby became fussy at night. Naturally, this was Tamlin's favorite.

Tarquin sent a set of seaglass windchimes to hang above Semele's cradle. Kalias sent her a practical winter coat - deep purple and lined with white fox fur, a few sizes large so that she could grow into it - and a matching hat, mittens, and boots. Eris sent a circlet of bronze and gold apple blossoms, which was very pretty though both Nomi and Tamlin agreed that they couldn't really picture Semele wearing such a thing.

The Night Court sent a note affixed to a bottle of wine. It read, "Good luck, you'll need it."

"Its not even a good vintage," Lucien complained when he saw this. He popped the cork and took a swig, swallowing bitterly. "Cheap bastard."

"No cursing in front of the baby," Elain scolded. Her smile was fixed to her face, though, and she promptly returned to cooing at Semele, who slept through all of this, somehow, and to Nomi's immense relief.

"You know," said Elain, leaning over to give Nomi one more peck on her cheek. "I don't recall nearly so much fanfare when Nyx was born."

"Typical of the Night Court," said a passing sentry, dispassionate. "Hide the lady's pregnancy til the last moment, then pretend it's business as usual."

"Its different here," Nomi agreed, shifting Semele slightly in her arms. She was heavy, and yet weightless, and soft. "What do humans do, when a child is born?"

Elain shrugged. "Oh, not much. It'd be bad luck to celebrate anything until they're about five or so - too old for faeries to want to eat them and such."

"No talk of cannibalism in front of the baby," said Lucien.

Luckily for all of them, Tamlin was utterly obssessed with his daughter and was cataloging her every expression or new experience, and told these stories with enormous pride to anyone who happened to stand in his presence.

///TO BE CONTINUED

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Hi loved a court of hope and second chances , wondered if you could possibly write where eris meets her ( I feel like he wpuld love his little sister)

I just had this urge to revisit this... Could be read as a standalone piece of Eris meeting his sister. ✌🏼😭

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One thing was certain. Eris didn't expect to get a letter from Lucien. Things in autumn had been uneasy and he was so busy, so deep in all the shit that he had even forgotten about anything else. That there was indeed a world beyond these suffocating walls. That there were people who cared about him. Who could even miss him. Feel the absence of him.

Just the minute that letter landed in the fireling's hands, Eris had dismissed everyone. Ushering them away coldly. Rushing to his upper-level rooms. Before harshly slamming the door. Staring at it. Almost burning holes in the paper. It wasn't like him to hesitate but he just couldn't help it. Something told him that this was important. Had it finally happened? Had something bad happened?

"Missed you at the arrival party. It's a girl, healthy and strong. Y/N sends wishes. Come visit us soon. Lucien", it read. Eris just gripped the letter harder. Reading over and over and over. A girl. Weirdly enough it felt like his stomach had done a flip. Or was there something flustering there? He did feel guilty for missing the grand party, which Eris was sure Helion threw. Yet he hoped you weren't too upset with him. He constantly sent you flowers and apple tarts that you craved often. A smile paints Eris's lips. A smile he doesn't even catch. That escapes him and is only seen by the night around him.

The days leading to the tea party that now was arranged had Eris in crumbles because what do you gift a child? A baby... A girl... He was so used to crafting wooden swords and bouts. Surely, a girl would have no use with that. Not that he was being sexist here. He had seen some seriously dangerous females. And there was a handful he respected more than any man. But it still felt wrong. Too rough for something so delicate and fragile.

Yet nothing compared to how much of a mess he was going to be the day he was stood by the outside gate. Hands full of stuff. He had wanted to turn away and go back at least a dozen times. He even winnowed further from the castle so no one would see him stalling and fidgeting. He was this big bad guy. Someone who everyone hated so what business did he have here? And to let him see the baby? Maybe no one would even let him... Maybe he was only imagining that...

But it all in a way melted away when Eris saw you rushing down the stairs. Hands open as you moved to embrace him. "Shouldn't you be in bed still and not run down the stairs like...", he muttered as you nuzzled into his chest. Eris let out a content sigh. A wave of calmness rushed through him. "I'm quite well. Plus, I'm too excited to see you. It's been so long", you cupped his face gently and Eris leaned into it without a second thought. Only now realizing just how much he missed your presence.

"I smell a pie", you whispered and Eris couldn't help but let out a laugh, "I think I brought half of the bakery with me", he handed you one of the boxes, "Do leave a bite of that strawberry tart for me. Hadn't stopped thinking about it", you only hummed in response already pulling at the lavender ribbon.

But Lucien appeared up the stairs. A bundle of light mossy green in his arms. Eris's heart stopped for a second. He couldn't move. Couldn't say anything. He just looked. Lucien was so happy. That itself could have brought Eris to tears. Gone was the broken gaze, the coldness of trauma that bound him. He was shining brightly just as Eris knew he was always meant to be.

Then, when Lucien was close enough, Eris's eyes landed on the sweetest golden eyes he had ever seen. Eyes that were staring right at him now too. Eyes that were so Vanserra-like. Eyes like Licien's. Eyes like Eris's. The strawberry blonde hair in some way held a light sheen of ginger too. Eris opened his mouth but nothing came out. Not a single word. Not a single sound. He felt your palm softly squeezing his shoulder and he quickly nodded. Not sure at what or why.

"I... I..", he muttered, turning to the bag that was to his left, "I brought her this", Eris pulled out a tiny plush fox with a golden cape, "I made this and you don't have to", "Oh Eris, dear, it so beautiful. She will love it", you said softly, eyes suddenly starting to burn from the way both of them cared for her. For how much she meant without even realizing it. How many hearts was she healing with just being here? Breathing. Growing.

Eris brushed a tear with the back of his hand quickly. "Would you like to hold her?", you asked softly, "Look at how she's looking at you", Lucien laughed softly at how the tiny babe had practically stopped blinking at the share mesmerizing daze of Eris. But the fireling quickly shook his head, "I shouldn't and it's not like...", he backed away slightly. But you could tell. Could see where the root of this decline lay. The horrible Eris Vaserra. Cunning bastard. Bloodthirsty monster. He was afraid to tarnish her. Harm her in some way.

But you weren't gonna let it happen. You gently took the babe from Lucien's arms. Bouncing her a couple of times before turning to Eris, "Hold your hands out just like Lucien just had", "Y/N, I don't think that this is the best idea", Eris muttered but you quickly frowned at him, giving him one of your looks that he by now knew meant no good. So rarely did he obey but he did.

A breath hitched in Eris's throat as the weight of the babe settled in his arms. He didn't even realize he had his eyes closed until the tangle of tiny hands reaching all around brushed his chest and Eris's eyes shot open. No, truly, he was convinced that he had never seen such beauty. Such a pure and radiant soul. The babe babbled at him. And the moment their eyes properly met the most happy gummy smile was flashed his way. Eris let out a breathy giggle. Unable to hold himself back. "Hello, little light", the fireling said softly, brushing his finger over her brow line, making the little girl squeeze her eyes at the tickly sensation.

"I said to Father that she's a little white fox - mix of our fire and day court sun", Lucien leaned closer to make a face earning a happy squeal and Eris couldn't help the swell in his chest. The way his heart seemed to grow and grow. "She is, Lu, she's just that", Eris said in agreement, not sure if he wanted to look at the babe or the way his brother had the joy of becoming an older sibling.

You let your gaze fall onto the three siblings, soaking in the beauty that true love brought them. Knowing how loved and protected the little girl was. No doubt those two alone would tear kingdoms and courts apart just for her. A shared laugh filled the room as she reached up grasping Eris's nose, grumbling happily. "A name?", the oldest Vanserra asked after letting the never stilling hand wrap around his finger, running his finger subconsciously over her tiny fist. Your eyes sparkled some more as you nodded your head, "Little Hope".

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A court of Hope and Second Chances masterlist

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