#feyrie

[faeyrie-child]

Goofy little meme I made bc I'm unoriginal

Inspiration ^

[marblesarelost]

A visit with an old friend...

"Goldie, you scandalous thing, you," Myra drawled as she hugged the smaller woman. "Trousers?"

"I like them," Goldie grinned at her. "And the suspenders play merry hell with my personal customers, too." Oh, Myra could see that; the thin belts stretched across Goldie's ample bosom, garnering attention without a doubt.

"La. I take it you've a very busy social schedule, then?"

"Never too busy for you, Duchess," Goldie assured her. "And what's this I hear of your being considered as the heir to Tyrconnell? Will I be calling you princess next time I see you?"

"Not if I can help it," Myra replied with a sigh. "Uncle Colm is finally discussing annulling his marriage to Deidre."

"It only took him three hundred years, but good," Goldie said, pulling out her cigar case and choosing a slim cheroot. "Light?" In a blink, a flame appeared stationary in front of her, and she leaned in to light it. "Thanks."

"My pleasure, just blow the smoke away from me," Myra said, dismissing the flame and gathering her skirts to sit down on the lounge and looking out over the rail. "You do have such wonderful perks to your position, Goldie."

"Yeah, well," the dwarven woman sat down in a chair beside her, taking in the same view. "I earned them, Duchess. Fair and square."

"You did. And I deeply respect that about you."

"And so did you," Goldie added. "You don't just hang about the courts, you earned your title, can't buy it, that's for damn sure."

"Very kind," Myra murmured. "Very kind indeed."

"I always am, to my friends." Goldie paused, blew smoke out over the railing. Myra started at the slightest touch to the back of her hand, and looked to see deep green eyes searching her own. "Moira. What are you running from?"

"I haven't the faintest --"

"You don't lie well, Moira Derryth. You never have. That damn near killed you the last time you were on my boat, and it hasn't changed. Now. What's wrong, and how can I help?"

@palaquinn

(It's a possible opening as to why Myra would be on the Double Rose.)

[marblesarelost]

Well, it depends, you see, because I have 2 main WIPs right now.

In one, I would be transplanted into the body of a Feyrie-blooded gunslinging sorceress, specifically of The School of the Nine Stars; she is the Duchess of Tyrconnell, her uncle is the King of Tyrconnell, her Grandfather is the Court Bard of King Cian of Ansalad, a Feyrie Court, and she is currently the guest of a dwarven madam, on said madam's riverboat, about to depart St. Louis for New Orleans.

In the other, I would be transplanted into the body of another gunslinger, this one the Marshal of Queen Afalinn of the Aventurite Court; she is currently riding circuit through the Green Plains, ensuring the Queen's Justice amongst the settlements. Oh, and she can shapeshift into a wolf.

Both women are powerful, both women have been hurt and wounded by life, and both are about to face destinies they never would have seen coming.

But both are fully capable of dealing with what's on the horizon.

"So the question," Myra said, golden flames twirling around her leather gloved fingers, "is not how screwed we are."

Sam's grin stretched slow and grim across her tanned, careworn face. "It's how screwed the other fella's gonna be." She tipped her hat as Myra lowered her head in a graceful nod. "Ma'am."

"Marshal. Good hunting."

"And also to you."

Both women gigged their Feysteeds, Myra's Russet neighing a greeting to Sam's Ombre, and went their ways.

you are personally and directly hit by a bus¹ and isekai-ed, via resurrection, into the body of the main character your most recent WIP

reblog and tell me: on a scale of 1–10, how screwed are you right now?

¹ this is, transparently, a plot device, so if you are about to tell me "joke's on you, I never leave my fifteenth floor apartment!" then you may rest assured it will have tremendous comedic value when the bus is launched into the sky and crashes through your apartment wall to flatten you anyway

[cherrichou]

Are yall thinking what I’m thinking? (Modern au jc running a tsundere maid cafe)

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

thinking abt feyris again. the symbolism the imagery

[faeyrie-child]

Human beauty standards don't apply to me because I am a feyrie.

repeat after me

human beauty standards don't apply to me because I am pubby (or insert whatever u are)

[faeyrie-child]

Once again feeling so incredibly underrepresented as a boy faerie.

[littlest-w01f]

Healing Fires

Eris Vanserra x Feyre Archeron

For @erisweekofficial

Eris week 2024 Masterlist

Day 6: Retellings

Summary: Rhysand asked for Eris' help to heal Feyre UtM, and he did.

Cw: Mentions of Rhys' assault, mentions of Eris' assault

Feyre lay on the floor of her cell, eyes barely opened, covered in the mud and excrete from the Wrym's labyrinth, the bone in her elbow poking out, infected, while quite a few were broken, many severe cuts and bruises all over her body, her dirty clothes stuck to her skin.

She was passing in and out of consciousness, had a high fever, and didn't think she would survive, not even a little. She managed to let out a shaky breath when she saw a pair of boots approach, Lucien finally came for her, to save her. She seemed to relax when she tilted her head slightly, seeing the tips of bright red hair.

"Ugh... You stink worse than I imagined, human." The male sneered in a mocking tone, it made her blood chill, Lucien wasn't here, the haunting thought dawned on her, but one of his brothers, the brothers Lucien hadn't been able to say one nice thing about was there.

Feyre croaked as she asked, her voice dry from dehydration, "W-who-?" The question died on her tongue.

The male gave a mocking bow, which made him appear in her eye line, bright red hair, same as Lucien's, perhaps even more vibrant, eyes that looked like they had been carved of amber, a sharp face and posture, and a sneer on his rather scarless pale face, "Eris Vanserra, sweetheart. Lucien's eldest."

Why are you here? Feyre wanted to ask, but words failed to come out of her throat, dying on her tongue.

"Tamlin's pretty human doesn't look so good..." Eris cooed, easily stepping inside her cell, making Feyre hope for the first time that the guards were nearby, "You look like you're in need of help, little human..."

Feyre gasped softly in reply, whether she wanted to tell him to get away or beg for his help, she, herself didn't know.

Eris crouched down to her, tilting her chin with his finger so that she could look at him, cringing at the dirty floor under her, and making her cringe at the crack of bone she heard from her neck. Eris chuckled, reading all her inner turmoil easily, "Don't worry your pretty little head, silly human." Eris smiled and Feyre was sure he mirrored his father on how he had looked gleefully as she was lowered to the labyrinth, excited by the prospect of her death. Feyre couldn't stop the dry scream that tore through her as Eris pulled at the shard of bone in her broken arm, twisted it, popping the bone back into place, not caring to be gentle like Lucien had been with her nose, "The guards aren't coming."

Feyre closed her eyes in pain, she felt like she was floating, and soon she felt heat spread through her, panic set in her as she realised Eris had set her on fire, and her eyes snapped open as she tried to use her slightly better arm to set the flames off.

Eris rolled his eyes, using one of his hands to keep hers off her body, while he used the other to cover her legs in his fire, "Stay still, my sweet, my fire is healing you, it won't be set off by your hand, it will extinguish when you're healed."

Feyre was soon covered in fire, the fire not burning through her clothes, but healing her cuts and broken bones, reducing her fever too. The fire was a pleasant warmth, not as hot as she'd imagined the Autumn fire would feel, and not as comforting either.

It reduced on her throat and neck, and when it did, she left herself able to turn her head and speak, "Why are you... Helping me?" She asked, her voice hesitant.

Eris sat beside her on the ground he had earlier crinkled his nose slightly, eyes on his fire as he sighed, "Why does any male do anything?"

"Please, did Tamlin sent you-" Feyre asked, but was cut off by Eris

"Why did Rhysand asked me of all people to help you?" Eris continued, and Feyre paused, wanting to hear what he said, "Me? The rightful heir of Autumn, helping a pathetic little human," Eris snorted, but then his face turned serious, and the way he looked at Feyre made her tense, "A human that's going to free us."

"You seem to have sudden faith in me." Feyre retorted, their eyes meeting, she didn't look away, but she couldn't help but wonder why Rhysand had been the one to send him.

Eris hummed, "Well, Rhysand had faith in you when he gambled, it earned him large sums of money from everyone around here, including my father," He shrugged, "So consider this my gamble."

Eris moved right to Feyre, stroking her dirty cheek, grinning fox-like when she didn't pull away, "Besides, if I did something Rhysand asked, like this," He flicked the grime that had collected on his fingers and motioned to the fires healing her, "...Then he would owe me."

Feyre sighed at that, of course, he was doing this to get a favour from Rhysand, but he continued, "And I feel as if I owe you one as well..." Eris trailed off.

Feyre managed to move a brow up at him, "Dare I ask, how so?" Her voice was laced with genuine curiosity.

Eris' eyes go soft, just like Lucien's and their mother's had been while looking at her, but still quite amused, taking her by surprise, "With you winning, my father lost a large portion of his money, that he was hoping to invest in some sketchy places that I didn't like, your win in the trial against the Wyrm caused a large kink in his plans, sweetheart." He laughed in a way that Feyre saw his mother's resemblance in him instantly, "That led to his whining that I quite enjoyed, perhaps the first ranting of his that I liked to hear. Oh, the insults he called you, pretty." He laughed heartily.

He watched the fires slowly melt into her, completely healing her, burning away the dirt, grime and stink off her too, "Then he went on about how you would probably die from your state..." He found himself helping her up, not missing how she was still slightly weak, mostly from being denied food after pissing Amarantha off by winning, "And what better way to fuck with him than being the one that heals you?"

Feyre leaned against his chest, gasping at how warm he was, he was far warmer than Lucien and she found herself seeking that warmth feeling it slightly rough, "So you helped me to get a favour from Rhysand and just piss off your father when he sees me alive...?"

Eris moved her hair from her face, smiling softly, "Perhaps, you're not so dumb, little human." For the first time, he said 'human' like it wasn't a derogatory slur he was spewing. "And I was guessing, the reason Rhysand asked me was because he knew I would come around."

"Where is Tamlin...?" Feyre found herself asking, while gaining more questions about Rhysand.

"Perhaps I was wrong," Eris scoffed and rolled his eyes, but it was playful, "You are snuggling into an Autumn male, an heir no less, and you're thinking of another?"

Feyre sat straight, not even realising she had been snuggling into him, but her head pained at the sudden movement, her body didn't have the energy for, not noticing how his tunic was not even buttoned above his abdomen, completely showing his chest, a few scars littered over it, whip lashes, cuts from knives.

Before she could ask him, Eris spoke up, she could see the discomfort on his face, "I don't know shit about what Tamlin's doing. Rhysand approached me, told me Amarantha wanted to "congratulate" him for his win." He scoffed lightly, "I don't understand what he's protect so hard that he's stopped fighting back completely. It's this image he's created for himself when she kept coming back, he's such an asshole that he leaves me stunned, much more of a pain in everyone's ass he was before." His normal demeanour came back to the surface, "And I bet you've heard I am quite the asshole."

Feyre frowned, hearing his words, and the implications they made, she didn't know what to say. With her head dizzy she fell back.

"Oh, there there, clumsy human." Eris laughed softly, catching her in his arms, "Your boyfriends can handle themselves, you worry about you, ok? Can't have you falling all over yourself, can we?"

"Rhysand not my..." Feyre groaned in his chest at even the implication, now realising that the roughness was his scars, "...How did you get these?" She quickly changed the conversation.

"Some in battle," He took her hand to trace a few cuts on him, "The other my father lovingly gave me."

Feyre gasped softly, tracing a particularly harsh whip mark going down diagonally on his chest, "Your father did this?"

"You should see my back." He joked, then shrugged, "There is a reason I find happiness in his sorrows and losses, love."

"What Lucien told me of you... You were cruel... You're not as horrible to me as you were to Lucien, why?" Feyre found herself asking before she could stop herself, mentally hitting herself when she did, and Eris stiffened, his arms tightening around her.

"I... I've made plenty of mistakes that I wish I could fix." Eris frowned, her mentioning Lucie seemed to truly sadden him, "I can't fix the past... I can't bring Jess back... Can't erase my part in it." He tiled Feyre's chin up so she'd look at him, his eyes showing true vulnerability at the mere mention of Lucien, "But maybe I can make things a little better by keeping his human friend alive, the very human he got hurt for over and over again." He cupped her cheeks, and he looked over her face without distante from the first time, "And maybe... I can see the need for helping folks 'lesser' than us now, something Lucien could always see. I want to help you."

Feyre's ears were ringing from his words, eyes wide from the way he looked at her, she searched for a lie but found none, her cheeks were burning, and she didn't know if it was her blush or his power that did so, "Please don't look at me like that... The reason I'm here is to save-"

"Save Tamlin, I know..." Eris sighed, looking away, "I didn't mean for it to come out like that... I just... I am hoping to fix things between myself and my brother, perhaps see the world the way he does, only if a little."

Feyre nodded sitting up without his support, knowing what he wanted from her, "When we get out of here... I'll tell him, I'll tell him you helped me."

Eris pressed his hand to the cold ground, his power flowing through, warming the cell, "Well, until we do, I shall help keep you as comfortable as I can."

Feyre didn't stop the sigh that left her lips at the warmth of the floor, leaning back to rest on the floor completely. Closing her eyes in content at the sudden warmth in the cell, not caring how she looked to him, sprawled on the cell floor.

Eris watched her with a smile forming. He got up from the floor, eyes softening when he saw that Feyre had passed out the second the floor was comfortable enough, "It may have been the full reason before I came here... Now, not so much."

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[starfall-spirit]

@acotar-omegaverse-week Day 2: Turning Up the Heat

Read on Ao3 // BitS Masterlist // Fic Masterlist

Summary: After having just moved into the Forest House weeks before the wedding, Feyre finds herself in a strange predicament.

OR;

Burning in the Starlight, but make it omegaverse.

Chapter II: Our Sweet Girl

Feyre

Distance. Distance would help. If She could just find a way to convince them to leave her be that evening, she could ride this out on her own.

“Feyre, don’t be stubborn,” Rhys said, watching her retreat. “We aren’t going anywhere.” 

“I—how—”

“Don’t concern yourself with maintaining your shields. It won’t be possible once the heat sets in.” The next time she turned to face them a pile of clothing waited on the bed, each piece carrying Rhys’ scent. “Finish your nest, pet. You won’t have the clarity to do so much longer.”

Caving to her instincts once again, she snatched up the pile of clothes her mate had provided, doing her best to ignore her mounting arousal. She heard Rhys curse softly, perhaps more attuned to the change in her with a bond connecting them. A second wave of heat rolled through her and she groaned, reaching back to twist her hair up at the top of her head. She’d left a tie on her vanity the evening before, hadn’t she?

“Can you—Shit. Can you open the window? P-please?”

“It won’t help much,” Eris warned, but moved to crack the pane over her window seat.

Giving up on finding any sort of ribbon or tie, Feyre drifted back to her nest, curling into the side of it where she’d left most of the clothing, choosing to ignore the look the males exchanged.

“Feyre darling, let us help you. Invite us into your nest.”

It had been months since their bargain was struck and still Feyre struggled to grasp how two males who had so much negative history could work so cohesively to accommodate her wishes alone, but that unity was helping to settle her now. Before she could let her mind spiral back into denial, she nodded her head, granting the permission Rhys had requested. She nearly moaned as they settled in on either side of her, endearingly careful not to disturb her arrangement more than they had to.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” she whispered.

Eris chuckled at her back. “Not together, but there have been other omegas, yes. Each of you may be unique in your needs, but some things remain consistent.”

Feyre hummed, shifting just enough to nuzzle into Rhys’ neck, where his scent seemed to be strongest. Stooping down, he pressed a kiss to her temple, beginning to make a sound she could only describe as a purr. A flood of wetness coated her panties and she whimpered, one hand flying down to press between her legs as the other gripped his shoulder tight.

“Shh,” Eris soothed from behind her, one hand running through her hair, tugging lightly each time he returned to her roots. “You’re alright, little one.” He managed to shift her lower body enough to lift her nightgown so it was rucked up around her hips, exposing the soaked cotton between her legs. “The slick is natural.”

Feyre wasn’t sure why he was acting so out of character when it came to this. Until he sensed she was an omega, he’d been the gruff male that she’d met Under the Mountain—that she’d seen commanding the court.

“Alphas are caretakers,” Rhys explained, reminding her that their mental bridge had been left wide open. “Eris may be a dick in every sense of the word, but he’s no exception to the trait our dynamic shares. We’ll take care of you, Feyre. Through this heat and long after.”

Long after? She didn’t know what to make of that, and now hardly seemed an appropriate time to try.

“Lay back, Feyre,” he murmured aloud. 

Turning her by the shoulders, he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss, nearly dizzying enough to distract her from the fact Eris was dragging her underwear down her legs, fully baring her lower half for them to view at their leisure. She whined against Rhys’ mouth, irked that Eris could keep her spread open with so little effort. She’d never felt this exposed.

“Relax, Feyre. Trust your body,” Rhys soothed her the next time they broke for air. But how could she when the heat and ache inside her only built with each touch. If she was driven any higher she’d surely lose her mind. “You want the first taste, Eris, stop teasing her.”

“What fun would that be?” he retorted. There was the cruel edge she’d been expecting. “And after she was so resistant to any help.” He shook his head, only to duck down a moment later, his tongue flicking against her clit as two fingers pushing inside of her, their passage eased by the slick that now coated her thighs and the sheets beneath her even as she clenched hard around them.

Her hips jolted upwards, only to be pinned by the muscled arm Eris slung across them. “Behave,” he growled. 

Feyre tried to break away from the kiss once again, this time to tell Eris what she thought about that demand, but Rhys had sensed her intentions, his fingers knotting through her hair to keep her in place. “Mind that sharp tongue of yours tonight, darling. He can choose to edge you just as easily as he can give you what you’re so desperate for. I won’t stop him if you’ve earned it.”

Eris groaned against her center and she could only pray he was satisfied with his position between her legs and that Rhys hadn’t shared his sentiments for the evening. Either way, it seemed she hadn’t done anything to earn a punishment yet, as Eris sucked hard at her clit, fingers curling inside her, hitting a spot that set her trembling from head to toe.

Rhys chuckled, dropping the hand tangled in her hair to pinch her nipple hard enough she whimpered, the pain only driving her closer to her release. He pulled back, placing a tender kiss to her throat before his attention shifted. His hand slid down to cup her breast, tongue flicking over it before his lips sealed over it, the wet heat soothing the sting.

Gripping Rhys’ shoulders, she keened, arching up against his mouth. Soaked with slick and sweat, she could only imagine what she looked like to the pair of them—the perfectionists they were. “Lie still, little mate,” he crooned.

And Cauldron, did she try. “Our sweet girl,” he praised, even as she struggled to comply with his gentle command.

“Need—” Her begging was lost under her own cry of panic when she felt one thick finger trailing down to press into her ass, her own slick serving as a generous lubricant. “Eris!”

But there was no sense in trying to claim she disliked it. Not when that foreign pressure was what sent her hurtling into an orgasm that wrecked what little mental clarity remained. One orgasm and she was truly lost to the multitude of sensations brought on by her heat. And her mate and betrothed were to blame.

~~~~~

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[faeyrie-child]

Eh. Mixed bag. Hate riddles, ADORE poetry.

faerie culture is loving riddles and poetry

[beesgav]

so what happened to that day-long date

[azrithart]

Yvarra, my Fey’Ri (fiend/elf) shadow sorcerer and fabulous lord of darkness

🦇

—

Do not use my art for AI training.

Please do not use or repost anywhere.

However, reblogs are great! :D

[violadesdragons]

They tried to bury us, but they didn't know we were seeds 🌱

[shallyne]

SJM Crackshipmonth - Forbidden Love

They were walking for hours now. Feyre didn't have the right shoes to wander such long distances and no potions to ease the soreness and she doubted Eris would let her gather the necessary ingredient. Not that Feyre had any time to grab either of these things when her village was attacked and burned to cinders. Feyre had fought, wearing her powers out so much that she only felt an echo of it right now, only a drop lingering, and this after hours of using her powers. It wasn't unusual, witches were powerful but it took them a long time to recharge. Some could destroy armies but slept a week through pure exhaustion afterwards. The less powerful you are, the quicker you recharge. She had made it out, running to the rendevouz point she agreed to with her sisters, who helped villagers escape while Feyre stayed back and fought. Although when Feyre arrived she found nothing but chaos. Smoke, bodies, the stench of burned meat and blood. That's when she met Eris, who had told her that her sisters were save in the north and that he would take her there too. Feyre declined, telling him to go fuck himself. Eris told her it wasn't a request. Feyre had debated to fight, she had debated to run, to call him out on his bullshit but a little voice in her head said, what if he's right? What if he leads you to your sisters? Since then she had made it her duty to ignore him.

Until he took a path that guided them away from their main route. "Where are you going?"

Eris looked over his shoulder, letting his eyes rove from Feyre's muddy shoes up to her messy hair, scrunching his nose. "The sun is setting, we'll seek cover for this night and continue tomorrow. Come on, I know a near cave." he didn't wait for Feyre to agree, knowing she would follow. Stomping after him, Feyre seethed and debated to kick him in the back of the knees, imagining how he would react. Would he curse? Scowl? Trying to put her back in her place? Threaten her? Feyre stifled a giggle, feeling slightly lighter as she followed Eris into a small cave. There was a little campfire in the center and Eris sat against a wall, waving his hand to start the campfire, which movement made him wince. He turned to look at her but Feyre's eyes were fixed on his shoulder and she cocked her head.

"You're injured." She looked down at her hands as Eris scoffed, feeling the tiny spark of power that was left inside her. Sighing, she told him, "Turn around?"

He eyed her suspiciously but turned around. Again, it made Feyre angry because he didn't see her as a threat at all. But she shook the anger, laying her hand on Eris’s shoulder, which made him flinch. She focused on the spark, reciting spells that she had memorized long ago in the old language until the spark was almost snuffed out. Wordlessly, she walked to the opposite wall and sat.

"Careful Archeron, it seems like you care." Eris mocked with smirk, rolling his shoulder.

Feyre looked at her feet, trying to ignore the flames in front of her, "Don't flatter yourself, you're slowing us down if you're injured."

He didn't answer immediately and a silence grew between them. It wasn't uncomfortable, to Feyre's surprise. They just sat there, lost in their own thoughts for a few minutes.

"Why do you even care? The last I checked they treated you like shit." he broke the silence.

Feyre wished she wouldn't have spoken at all. Wished he wouldn't be right. "The last time you checked was two hundred years ago." she snapped. "That's a lot of time."

Eris laughed but there wasn't a hint of humor in it. "The last I checked was on winter solstice." he told her. Feyre's eyes snapped up, meeting his russet ones over the fire. "I was close and I...well, I thought I should take a look." he shrugged. "I saw you preparing meat as your sisters sat in front of the hearth. I wonder, did they even remember that it was your birthday?"

Feyre swallowed. "Tomas Mandray."

"Excuse me?"

"They were talking about Tomas Mandray." Feyre told him. "He wanted to marry Nesta."

Eris snorted. "He hates witches. I don't feel particularly sorry that he died in the attack." Feyre smiled slightly and it took Eris a few moments until he deciphered the reason. His eyes shone with glee, "Oh Archeron, you killed the Mandray boy?"

Straightening her legs, she replied, "I don't know what you're talking about. He stumbled and cracked his head open. My hands are clean of his blood."

Eris chuckled, "See? Two hundred years barely changed anything."

She shook her head. "A lot changed since you left, Eris."

His smile vanished. "I see, you're still mad."

"You turned your back to serve for your father." she grit out.

Eris leaned forward. "I will never serve for my father." he growled. "Trust me, if I could kill him I would but there's a lot more that depends on this. I can't gamble this, I need to become the next High Lord and if I have to play a few of his games, so be it."

"A few games? Like burning down a whole village of innocents?" Feyre jumped up. "If so, you did it, Eris. They are all dead because of you!"

Eris jumped to his feet too, walking over to Feyre in three long strides. "I didn't know what my father planned until it was too late, Feyre. Nothing of what happened today I approved of!"

"Do you want me too swoon for such a noble deed? Oh, you didn't approve! Good job. Forgive and forget, right? I'm sure bards will compose songs about you, oh he came for the villagers but it was too late, such tragedy!" Feyre seethed, stepping forward.

"What do you want to hear, Feyre?"

"The truth!"

"Fine!" he said, "I didn't come for the villagers!"

Feyre nodded, "Not surprised–"

"I came for you." he breathed.

Feyre went rigid, staring at Eris. Staring into his eyes for any hint of a lie. "Huh?"

"When I heard that my father send soldiers to attack your village, I was filled with terror. Honestly, I barely remember hoe I managed to get here because all I was thinking about was you and that I would set the world aflame if anything happened to you. I decided that I wanted the throne two hundred years ago to make this court a safer place for you." he sighed. "I can't. I realized this today. I can't make this a safe place for you until my father is dead, so I'll risk sending you north."

"Risk?"

Eris shook his head. "Forget that." Feyre opened her mouth but Eris said, "He's...Rhysand is cunning but he is a man of his word and he promised to take you and your sisters in and that you will be safe at all times." he took a deep breath. "I don't need you to take this all in at once but I need you to stay in the night court while I take care of my father and when I'm done we...we can talk about whatever this is. Or not. However, you will always have a home in the Autumn Court when I'm done."

Tears were rolling down Feyre's cheeks. "I can help you–"

"You can help me when you stay with Rhysand. I will take up your offer if I need it but first I need to know that you're safe. You are exhausted, Feyre. Healing me took the rest out of you. Go to the Night Court, heal, recharge, rebound with your sisters. I will find you."

"You'll find me?"

"Always."

Feyre sniffled. "Good, because if you won't find me, I will find you and I won't be nice."

Eris smirked. "Good." he said, "Now rest, tomorrow will be a long day."

@sjmcrackshipmonth

[shayennelovesbooks]

Feyre and Eris have the potential to be a chaotic duo. The good kind of chaotic

[faeyrie-child]

1. I don't think of myself necessarily as being from any one story. I am fae as told by Celtic (particularly Irish) folklore. There are probably other sources mixed in there but as far as I know I am a creature from Irish folklore. I don't know my exact origins, but my friend and I have a theory that I am mixed breed. That is to say, that I am half Seelie and half Unseelie. I belong to the forest.

2. I have wings, lavender and moth-like. I also have fangs. I haven't noticed anything about my ears, but when I draw fae self portraits I usually draw them pointed. Whether I am beastly or beautiful is both unknowable and subjective, as I'm not even entirely aware of what my true form looks like.

3. Not as far as I'm aware. The closest thing I have to a past life is the brief amount of time I spent in the fae realm before being brought to this world.

4. Fae, occasionally. And it's more so just communicating than actually "working." Nature Spirits on the other hand, I work with incredibly frequently. I talk to every one I come across and I always leave (environmentally friendly) offerings to every spirit I can. I'm quite fond of them.

5. Shifts? I mean kinda. I can always feel my wings and tbh they're kinda uncomfortable. I can only feel my fangs for brief moments. I guess you could say I have shifts.

6. I don't even remember. I was going through a lot at that time.

7. Consume literally any media involving fairies. Draw fairies. Make music. Make art. Be whimsical in the woods.

Faerie Questionaire

What Mythology/Story/etc. is your Faeself from? What "kind" of Fae are you?

What are your nonhuman features like? Do you have Wings? Pointy ears? Are you short? Tall? Beastly? Beautiful?

Do you have a past life?

Do you work with any kind of Fae or Nature Spirit?

Do you get Shifts? What are they like?

How did you realize you were Faekin?

What do you do to get in touch with your Faeself?

Im going to put out questionaires from time to time to boost engagement. Lets have a conversation.