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[surielstea]

Puppy Love

Eris week day two: Childhood

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x WinterCourt!Reader

Summary: Reader and Eris adventure beyond their courts borders to go hunting in the secluded, evergreen forest.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff | adolescent Eris is a force to be reckoned with.

2.5k words.

The crisp, cold air fogged in front of my mouth as I let out a relishing breath. Officially winter, the season sacred to my Court. I nearly giggled with delight as my boots crunched in the snow, the sweet sound putting a beaming smile on my face.

I was on my trek towards the Autumn Court border, where I'd meet with Eris. Vanserra, a young lord and the sole heir of the Autumn Throne, though rumor has it that the Lady of Autumn was pregnant with another.

Eris and I met last year when he scared off my prey with his loud steps, I practically growled in his face but he only stared at me wide-eyed with flushed cheeks— and then I realized he had never met a girl who wasn't tripping over themselves in attempt to charm him, a young handsome lord would be any Court Lady's dream. That day he had claimed he didn't know what he was doing, that his father sent him out here with some fancy arrows and told him to bring back dinner. I gave him my harvest that day and he demanded I teach him how to hunt, and we've met every morning since.

"I hate the cold," The young lord grumbled, his reddened nose awfully adorable and destroying his facade of distaste.

"Of course you do, Lordling." I sigh. "Accustomed to a life of warm meals and crackling fireplaces," I drone on as I approach him, my white fur cloak blending in with the blinding snow.

His lip curled. "You're a princess, you're accustomed to that too."

I shrug. "Yes but I, unlike you, don't whine when the weather isn't to my liking," I hum with a snarky smile.

He deadpanned. "If I recall, five months ago you were moaning and groaning about the heat." He retorted and my smile fell.

"Well then," I click my tongue. He looks down at the basket in my hands, his brow raised.

"This is a gift for you, for our one-year friend anniversary." I hum and hold the wicker basket out to him, the blanket over it shifting with movement. He looked at it curiously, as if whatever was inside might bite his hand off.

"Friend zoned? After all my efforts of attempting to enchant you?" He says, taking the basket from me. I give him an incredulous look. He knew it'd never work, that the Prince with fire in his veins and Princess of ice and snow could never be together, forever opposing courts. No matter how badly I wished for that fact to change.

"Just, open it." I push the basket into his hand and he takes it, a sniffling snout peaking out from beneath the blanket. Eris looked at me slightly alarmed but I only gave him an encouraging smile. He sighs and flips back the rest of the blanket, revealing a pup with a gray coat, his tail wagging excitedly at the sight of his new owner.

"Where did you get this?" He looked at me with alarmed confusion and I rolled my eyes.

"My uncle gifted him to me on solstice, but we don't have the right environment to train and take care of him," I took the pup from his basket and cradled him in my arms, he chuffed and attempted to lick my cheek.

"He's a hunting dog, a smoke hound to be exact," I explain and hand him to Eris, who holds the dog like he was an alien.

"I know what he is. Do you understand what you're giving away?" He raises a brow. Smokehounds were the best breed in Prythian, not only that but this was a pure breed, so rare that even one was extremely difficult to come by. I knew the Autumn Court had prized them, and I could think of no one more deserving than the young lord who had snuck his way into my frozen heart this past year.

"Yes, very aware." I smile.

"I can't accept him, any of this," He shakes his head and puts the dog back into the basket, and attempts to hand it back to me.

"But look, he's already so attached to you,"  I argue with adoring eyes as the pup licks at Eris's ringed fingers.

"Let him hunt with us today, and then we'll decide who he goes home with." I place the basket down and watch as the hound spills out of it, trotting through the deep snow. His thick coat kept him warm, and his tongue lolling out was enough to say he was happy to be outside rather than trapped in my castle, to be doing what he was born to.

"Fine," Eris sighed, then grabbed his bow from his back. I did the same with mine. We followed the dog through the forest, allowing him to lead us as he tracked an invisible scent that even our fae senses couldn't pick up. His long ears nearly dragged through the snow as he trudged forward.

"What will you name him?" I ask softly, my voice quiet in fear of scaring off any prey.

"You can name him," Eris grumbled, showing only disinterest in the dog. I'd find it rude if I didn't know him better than that. He was trying to let it not get to him, he had never received such a meaningful gift for no real reason. He didn't like the warm feeling in his chest that he had never quite been able to control.

"Come on," I groan. "At least bounce ideas with me?" I suggest but he ignores me and I stop in my tracks, staring at him and sheathing my arrow back in its quiver.

He halted too after realizing I had stopped and turned to me with a raised brow.

"Why do you do this," I sigh.

"Do what?" He slings his bow over his shoulder.

"Deny any form of admiration I try to give you?" I stride closer, only a pace but enough to send him a message.

He stayed silent, only swallowing thickly as a reply. "It's a hound, Princess. I appreciate it but it's too grand of a gesture—" He begins to argue after a moment but I cut him off.

"This isn't about the dog." I shake my head. "Why do you refuse to let me you let me love you?" My brows crease and he bristles at my wording, but that is what it was, isn't it? That warm feeling he couldn't control that twisted him into knots, it was love, and he was terrified of it.

"Because I don't feel the same." He wills himself to say and a twinge of pain cracks through my heart but I remain strong.

"Liar," I snarl. "What are you so afraid of?" I take another step forward, so close that if I reached out, I could grab his hand in mine.

He shrugs and looks to the side, at the long line of evergreen trees that were more free than him, rooted into the frozen soil but still, alive and thriving. Far more than he'd ever be while chained to a throne. "Eris," I whisper and he shudders at the way I say his name. It was too intimate, it held none of the malice it often did when his father spat it, only heavy with adoration and guilt. "Eris look at me," I say and he steels his features, because my eyes were too much for him to bear, the eyes of the female he loves, and that horrifies him, because he cannot fool or trick me when I stare at him with those all-seeing eyes, cannot attempt to plot or ensnare when I look at him like that.

"I'm afraid of my father finding out," He confesses. "Terrified that if he discovers that something other than power makes me happy, he'd destroy it." His voice was as pure and raw as the fresh snow beneath our feet.

"We're seventeen, we shouldn't have to worry about that—" I begin but it was his turn to cut me off.

"But we're not normal kids, we will never be normal kids." He reached out and cupped my cheeks, and despite the negative temperatures, his palms were warm and soothing against my icy skin. "And I can't risk you."

"I'm a princess of my court, sole heir to the Winter Throne. To hurt me would be an act of war, he cannot touch me." I claim.

"No, but he will find a way. He will cleave us and tear us apart until you hate me." He claims and I frown.

"That will never happen." I shake my head, refusing the idea of ever hating the male that stood in front of me.

"Won't it?" His hands on my face press firmer, stressing his point. "We're heirs of opposing courts, inevitably we will become enemies." He explains.

"But we could be the ones to form an alliance," A fool's dream. The autumn court was too prideful to accept any other court, and the winter court would never ally with fire bringers. "Can't we just be stupid and reckless and young, for once?" I plead. "Even for only a few moments?" I say and reach forward, gripping his tunic in my fist.

"Is that too much to ask for?" I murmur and his eyes soften.

"Far too much," He replies, his warm breath mingling with mine. "But I'm willing to give it to you," He says, his voice steady and warm like crackling embers to a recently put-out fire.

"As a friend-anniversary present?" I taunt him with a teasing smirk and he shakes his head.

"You don't know how to shut up do you?" He drawls and I smile.

"I can think of one way," I suggest, stumbling forward and his breath hitched as I rose onto my toes and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. I pulled back with a soft smile and that was enough to send him reeling. He advanced forward, his fingers singing with heat against my cheeks as his lips, finally, met mine.

It was innocent and gentle, and a little awkward, but gods was it perfect. The kiss alone heated my entire body, all the way down to my fingertips which were still clutching his green tunic. Realizing I was still gripping him I relaxed my hands and allowed them to slip up his chest, around to the nape of his neck so I could pull him closer and encase myself in his warmth while he deepened our kiss.

My stomach clenched when he pulled away, it was quick, only a moment— exactly what I had asked for. I hadn't realized I was now going to crave those moments until the end of me.

He looked at me, his cheeks flushed and I knew it wasn't the cold that tinged them. "You ruined my makeup," I say, reaching up and wiping away the smear of cosmetics on his bottom lip.

"But you look beautiful," He mumbled, too caught up in the action of me so casually touching his lips. I lift my eyes up to his gold-flecked ones and smile wickedly.

"That kiss really did a number on you," I taunt because it was the only way to stop myself from being greedy and kissing him again, and again, and again until I could recall the exact feel of his lips from memory.

He looked to the side, attempting to get rid of his blush, forget about how perfectly he slotted against you.

Then his brows bunch in concern and my spine stiffens with alarm. "What is it?" I ask, looking out towards the empty forest.

"Your dog already got lost." He grumbled and I relaxed, my shoulders slumping.

"He's your dog," I stress. "And he's not lost. He's hunting." I say proudly and Eris casts me an unbelieving glance. I smile at him and press a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Come on," I take his hand in mine and drag him through the frosted-over forest. "We have to catch at least a few squirrels before leaving," I say and he mumbles a string of curses but follows me anyway.

We had been crouched behind a bush for so long now that my legs began to ache from my position. Eris was fletching an arrow leaning back against a tree, his auburn hair blending in with the trunk of the redwood. I admire his pale features, his sharp nose, and high cheekbones. His amber eyes that were flecked with gold if you were close enough to notice. I was just about to blurt something foolish about how handsome he was, when the crunch of snow sent my ears peeking up.

Eris froze too, becoming alert and peering over the side of the tree as I drew my arrow from its quiver and nocked it against my bowstring. The sound of steps comes from behind, straight at us, growing faster.

I whirl around and aim at the grey creature bounding towards Eris.

The smokehound pup trotted towards him with a limp rabbit in his maw. The hound chuffs then drops it at Eris' feet as an offering. "Aw, he's brought you a gift," I beam wildly. "You should turn the rabbit into jerky and treat him with it. He'd love that," I say while patting the pup's dark coat.

His gaze lingers on you for a long moment, analyzing your gentle features when you look at the dog. "Maybe I will," He mutters and I look over to him with a soft smile. "I think we're done for the day," I say and stand upright, stretching my legs as I do so. He does the same, the pup looking up at him with his tail wagging excitedly. Eris bent down and patted the dog's head and the hound began running circles around the both of us.

Eris shakes his head with feigned annoyance. I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him forward, right into me. His arms wrapped around my waist on instinct, stabilizing himself with his hands planted on my torso— and even through all the layers of clothing, I could feel the warmth emanating from him. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, right?" I tilt my head up at him and he nods with a soft smile.

"Mhm, bring Flynt," I say and he raises his brows.

"Is that his name, now?" He asks, looking down at the dog weaving between us happily.

"You said I could pick," I shrug innocently and his smile grows.

"Flynt it is," He nods, then leans forward and places a soft, precious kiss on my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Princess." He whispers against my frosty skin and I nod, taking a wobbly step back and turning away towards my Court before I got the idea in my head that I could find us an empty cabin to live in until we were old and rotting.

I don't bother with goodbyes and continue my march towards the Mountain Home. But I did look back, just once, to see Eris and his new obedient pet walking alongside each other back towards the realm of crackling bonfires and falling leaves.

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mr.prince of the winter court (i took my pc and turned him into a plothook npc and i am not sorry for the dramatic gay disaster he became)

this was an attempt to design him some archfey of wintercourt outfit

[lunatic-fandom-space]

You know what its past midnight Im gonna make a post critisising acotar despite never having the read the series, the only book of SJMs ive actually read was crescent city but I spend a lot of time in anti acotar circles bc its fun being a little hater sometimes and I think I know enough by now to atleast critise some of the themes. I definitely know more about this series than I should, like I know about that immortal horse whose horse wife tragically died in horse childbirth and then Im pretty sure he died of horse sadness. And yet, despite cari can read being pretty good at explaining magic shit, I still dont know what the hell syphons are or why illyrians have them or why they matter so you really never stop learning huh

Anyway, I wanted to talk about the misogyny within the universe of acotar because its really bad, both in the sense that its just annoying and insufferable to read about even second-hand and in the sense that its badly written. The thing that inspired this was this short piece of flashfiction by @feynessupremacy about an unnamed girl from the hewn city being married off and having a horrible time living in this endless cycle of misogynistic abuse that her mom is still in and that her dauggters will end up in, all powerless to do anything against this kind of systemic sexism. I thought it was good and made its intended point pretty well but it also made me once again realize how borderline comical this series portrayal of misogyny is

Like, okay, once again, I have not read these books myself but it very much seems like the sexism in this world just materialized in the second book, from the summaries Ive watched it straightup seems like it was just not there in the first book. I mean hell, the entire plot hinges on the fact that Tamlin was sending all these fae disguised as fucked up creatures out so that they would hopefully be killed by a woman so she could break the curse, which implies that women being hunters was pretty normal. (Also, dont come at me with any kind of "oh, it doesnt specify the gender of the person who needs to break the curse a guy couldve done it as well", sjm is too insufferably heteronormative to consider that)

So basically what Im saying is, from my perspective it very much seems like sjm put not only systemic misogyny but like, incredibly violent systemic misogyny to the point where women being brutalized is basically completely normal, in her fantasy series for the sake of making a man look good because hes a wittle sad :( about it sometimes which is honestly pretty funny to me

But it gets even funnier because it doesnt even seem like sexism is really a widespread thing ? Like, i have never seen anyone else directly address this but its all I can think about: in the Nightcourt, the misogyny and institutionalized violence against women is literally the worst it possibly can be with genital mutilation and everything and then in the rest of Prythian its just like, not there. There are plenty of women with political power, the queen of adriada comes to mind first, Im pretty sure I read something about a woman from the wintercourt who was in a similar position of power, its unclear to me what all these fuckin priestesses do because theres no focus on the religion at all much less the institution(s) behind that religion, but they have to have some kind of power if theyre anything like priests in our world (although tbh they seem more like nuns to me functionally just with a diffrent name), especially Ianthe who was like a high priestess and directly in charge of Feyre, who shouldve been the most powerful woman in the springcourt by virtue of being with the high lord, Amren and Mor seem to be well respected outside of the NightCourt, their only deity is the MOTHER. Sure, there arent any "official" High Ladies but if being a High Lord entails being chosen by the magic of the land or The Cauldron or The Mother or whatever other kind of magic bullshit and women just dont get to have it for some reason, is that really indicative of the broader culture being sexist, or is that just God, Who Canonically Exists being sexist? Idk about you, but Im leaning towards the latter option

Thats not even mentioning the mortal lands which seem to be ruled by queens exclusively at the time of the story taking place, or Hybern which had Amarantha and I think her sister as well be these high-ranking generals and it wasnt presented as anything unusual. Like, are you telling me that the kingdom whose only value is "we love slavery, we would like to have slavery back" is more progressive than the court of fuckin Feminist King Rhysand?? I Am Going To Turn Into The Joker

Anyway, I think thats all I have to say, please correct me if I got any of this information wrong I cannot stress enough that I have not read these books and dont plan on reading them anytime soon, atleast not in english because reading the term mate a 1000 times sounds like too much for me to bear, atleast in german theyll probably use a term like "Gefährte/in" which doesnt make me think of actual animals

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Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIP's

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[rache1auren]

As someone who has studied international relations/law and has a degree in political science— I wholeheartedly agree.

Honestly the high lords meeting was such a disaster on the NCs part. One of the key components when going into any diplomatic meeting is to understand the conflict. Feyre knew nothing of court politics or issues. Had no idea about the wintercourt children. She didn’t have the necessary info to make informed arguments or decisions. They did no investigations of the new High Lords that we know of, we see no briefing of information regarding the current situation in the Day Court, Winter Court, Summer Court with all these new High Lords.

The NC came to the meeting with very little to offer other than their own “truth” with little to no proof other than their own insistence. They went to the meeting with no long term goals or plans, no plan for HOW they would all work together. It was the Wintercourt that brought up the children killed, it was Tamlin that came with actual concerns and I formation regarding the enemy and war. Helion was the one to assess the information and create a plan. Heck even Thesan came with a countermeasure to a major problem they were facing with.

Meanwhile the Night Court came with an ENTIRE entourage, more than any other court, even Thesan who was hosting the meeting. They were specifically trying to intimidate other courts which is contrary to their goals of trying to create an alliance. They responded to verbal attacks with physical violence. Ot is essential that when you are in diplomatic negations that you are assertive BUT NOT AGGRESSIVE.

Imagine if the US president and the vice president along with their guard, just outright attacked other members at a UN meeting because they had an argument? Would that EVER be acceptable? Especially if the US needed help from the other countries? Obviously no.

Feyre attacked not only Beron but also hurt the High lady. Rhysand stripped Tamlin of bodily control and autonomy. Cassian was constantly interrupting high lords and other key diplomats, Azriel attacked a diplomat/son of the High Lord and disobeyed an order from his ruler and had to be coaxed off his victim by another of his rulers. Sure it was entertaining but it was an utter failure in conduct. And a bit embarrassing for Feyre to have to get a 500 year old Fey to control his temper and anger over a comment made. It literally goes against the the terms of the truce/bargain magic that presides over the meeting. Imagine making a promise and repeatedly breaking it the entire time while trying to gain the other attendants trust.

The ONLY thing of substance the Nigh Court contributed to the meeting was calling it in the first place and then Nestas speech and pleading to their empathetic side and greater good. Reminding them of their common enemy and what they stood to gain/lose in the upcoming war. She made them realize that neutrality was not an option and stood witness to the power and depravity of Hybern.

I’m not sure if this is a lack of SJMs understanding of politics or if she just wanted to dramatize things but it came of as reflecting really poorly on the Night Court. And this happens in almost all of their political based situations.

Why Feyre as High Lady Could Lead to the Night Court's Downfall (Or, How to Ruin a Court in 10 Easy Steps) comming from someone who is planning to study international relations and whos whole family is quite familiar with it:

Look, we all love Feyre. She's fierce, she's brave, and she can paint a mean flower. But let's be real: as High Lady of the Night Court, she's a Fucking diplomatic nightmare. If there were an award for "How to Piss Off Every High Lord and Their Neighboring Courts," she'd win it. Twice. Here's why Feyre's reign might just bring the Night Court crashing down faster than rhys can growl or cum to the image of his child

1. Explosive Temper and Poor Diplomacy Let’s talk about the High Lords meeting in A Court of Wings and Ruin. Remember that? Feyre’s blow-up at Beron wasn’t just a passionate defense—it was a major diplomatic fuck-up. Yes, Beron was being a total asshole, but diplomacy often means biting your tongue and playing the long game. Feyre's outburst could have easily cost them an alliance with the Autumn Court, potentially turning Beron into an outright enemy. With Hybern on the horizon, losing any potential allies could have been catastrophic. Instead of keeping things cool and trying to find common ground, she let her temper flare, risking everything Rhysand had worked for to keep the courts united. Feyre basically threw a damn match onto a pile of political dynamite.

2. Alienating Potential Allies Ah, the Summer Court fiasco. Remember when Feyre decided it was a good idea to steal from Tarquin? Not just any theft, but a "Hey, let's be friends—JK, I’m taking your most powerful magical artifact" kind of theft. Brilliant move. And then she had the nerve to act all shocked when Tarquin was pissed about it. "What do you mean you're mad I stole from you? We're supposed to be allies!" Gee, I wonder why Tarquin wasn’t thrilled about that little betrayal. It's like borrowing your friend's car and returning it on empty, with a dent in the side. And by "borrow," I mean grand theft auto. Feyre, maybe try not to screw over potential allies next time? Just a thought.

3. Emotional Decision-Making Feyre often lets her emotions drive her decisions. While being passionate isn't inherently bad, it becomes a problem when it overrides logic and strategy, especially in the high-stakes world of Prythian politics. The High Lords meeting is one instance, but it happens repeatedly. Her open hostility toward Tamlin, even if understandable on a personal level, didn't help the broader cause. By pushing him further away instead of seeking some form of truce, she risked driving him into Hybern's arms. A High Lady needs to think beyond personal grudges to what’s best for her people and her court, and Feyre struggles with that balance. You can't just say "screw it" and go off on people when the fate of your entire court is on the line.

4. Ignoring the Complexity of the Night Court And let's not forget the Night Court's lovely little secret: Hewn City. You know, that underground hellhole they basically keep under lock and key. Rhysand and Feyre are all "Oh, look at Velaris, it's so pretty and free!" Meanwhile, half their court is rotting in a glorified dungeon. And what's Feyre's big idea for dealing with Hewn City? Oh, right, pretend it doesn't exist. Smart. Because ignoring a potential uprising within your own court is definitely the way to keep things stable. It's like the French Revolution all over again—if the Night Court were France, then Feyre's approach is like Louis XVI ignoring the starving peasants while hosting extravagant parties. Eventually, ignoring the discontent and keeping people oppressed leads to revolution. Treating Hewn City like an inconvenient problem rather than addressing it is a recipe for disaster.

5. Undermining Rhysand’s Diplomacy Rhysand spent centuries mastering diplomacy—playing the long game, keeping everyone in check. And then comes Feyre, storming in like, "Oh, you spent centuries building these delicate alliances? Well, watch me fuck it up in five minutes." She's like that one friend who always says, "Hold my beer," right before doing something incredibly stupid. Rhys is trying to keep the court from crumbling, and Feyre's out there acting like diplomacy means "scream at the enemy until they go away." Newsflash: That’s not how this works. This isn't some street brawl where whoever yells the loudest wins. It's politics. You know, the art of not making enemies out of every living soul around you?

Conclusion Feyre's got the passion, the guts, and the fighting spirit of a warrior. But when it comes to actually leading a court? She’s like a bull in a china shop, if that bull also happened to have a grudge against every piece of porcelain in the room. Being High Lady isn’t about who's right in the heat of the moment; it's about playing the long game, keeping your people safe, and not, you know, burning bridges with every other court. If she keeps going down this path—alienating allies, ignoring the needs of half her own court, and letting emotions drive her decisions—the Night Court is in serious trouble. Feyre needs to understand that diplomacy isn’t about who can throw the best tantrum. It’s about avoiding a revolution and ensuring the stability of your people. Otherwise, the Night Court might fall not because of an external threat, but because its own leader is too busy screwing things up from the inside.

[ilexdiapason]

last rb im never gonna not be able to read wc!name as wintercourt now

[atardisnameddesire]

Finished this book late Saturday night. Wow. What a whirlwind. A Court of Wings and Ruin picks up right where A Court of Mist and Fury leaves off. War is coming to Prythian and it’s up to Feyre and the Court of Dreams to rally the other courts to protect both the fae and human realms from total destruction. I loved getting to see the High Lords from all of the courts together. That was fascinating. I hope to see more of the other courts going forward especially the Day and Winter Courts! The final battle was nerve wracking and emotional. I’m excited to see where the story goes from here! I want a prequel series about Miryam and Drakon! 🌙🌞🌅❄️🍂☀️���⚔️🛡#acourtofwingsandruin #acourtofthornsandroses #sarahjmaas #feyrearcheron #rhysand #rhysandfeyre #nightcourt #courtofdreams #nestaandcassian #miryamanddrakon #daycourt #dawncourt #wintercourt #autumncourt #summercourt #springcourt #read #reading #books #bookstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CVLyCSyLMCF/?utm_medium=tumblr

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@faenet event: get to know the members — [ reya ]

She pulled a small box from her pocket. "There's one more task," Aelin said, holding the box out to Lysandra. "You'll probably hate me for it later. But you can start by saying yes." "Proposing to me? How unexpected.”

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- Moodboard of the Winter Court | Acotar Series by Sarah J Maas

( The moodboard was made by me but I do not own the pictures used. They all belong to their owners and creators.)

[surielstea]

Sureilstea: Eris Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 1, 9/8: Bonds or Bargains

Ensnaring Marks | Eris x Fem!Reader

-> In which Eris traps Reader into a bargain over her families peace and her freedom. (Enemies to Lovers)

Day 2, 9/9: Childhood or Legacy

Puppy Love | Eris x WinterCourt!Reader

-> In which the Winter Court Princess teaches a seventeen year old Eris how to hunt game during winter months. (Fluff)

Day 3, 9/10: Healing or Betrayal

Life Debts | Eris x Healer!Reader

-> In which Eris gets injured on the battlefield and his personal, overworked healer must tend to his wounds. (Fluff, slight angst, smut)

Day 4, 9/11: Tradition or Hounds

-> Hounded by Love| Eris x Fem!Reader

In which Reader overcomes her fear of large dogs with Eris at her side. (Fluff)

Day 5, 9/12: War or Adventure

Nobody’s Soldier | Eris x Lieutenant!Reader

-> In which Reader and Eris spend their night before the war together going over battle plans, and distracting themselves from the bloodshed with other tactics. (Slight angst, Smut)

Day 6, 9/13: AU or Retellings

Bloody Besottedness | Vampire!Eris x Human!Reader

-> In which Eris and Reader are trapped together in a house during a blood shortage, and reader is the only source of blood around. (Fluff, slight smut, vampire AU)

Day 7, 9/14: Free Day

Move me, Baby | Eris x Fem!Reader

-> In which the newly weds dance and slowly fall in love with the music, and the movements of each other. (Arranged Marriage, smut)

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[thechaoticones]

Got a new book shelf from Ikea, I don’t have all of my books in my apartment, yet! But of what I do have, I’m trying to figure out how to organize and decorate and I already think I’m gonna need a second shelf ✨😅 📚 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📚 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📚 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📚 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #writer #femalewriter #wattpadauthor #wattpad #wattpadnovel #faeries #seelie #unseelie #wintercourt #summercourt #highfantasy #novel #booklover #bookclub #author #writingmeme #femaleauthor #diversityinbooks #faeries #fae #books #bookstagram #fantasybooks #fantasy #tmi #tid #acotar #twilight #bookcase #books https://www.instagram.com/p/CEj6cralz-5/?igshid=1bswhdfuoi8zr

[shvdwscng]

once,  very  briefly,  the  spymaster  would  have  enjoyed  traveling  around,  she  had  thought  of  it  before  she  had  found  a  place  in  the  winter  army.  growing  up,  she  had  never  felt  as  if  she  belonged,  the  winter  court  was  her  home,  but  for  the  longest  time  nothing  felt  as  such.  odd  that  of  all  the  places  she  found  home  was  in  the  most  brutal  of  environments.  not  made  by  those  around  her,  but  the  life  of  a  soldier  was  not  one  taken  lightly,  and  while  they  had  not  seen  war  in  the  time  she  served,  the  sense  of  belonging  she'd  found  there,  along  with  a  few  she  had  met  who  now  joined  her  in  the  high  lady's  inner's  circle  made  her  believe  fates  did  have  a  strange  of  intervening.  she  hadn't  been  displeased  coming  to  the  capital  ,  thinking  she  might  explore  a  bit,  perhaps  feel  out  the  other  courts,  and  more  importantly  thought  the  changed  scenery  would  do  demetria  well.  however,  now  lailah  prayed  they  all  made  it  out  safely  enough,  but  being  trapped  here  certainly  fiddled  with  her  normal  serene  disposition.

"as  one  would  be  wise  to."  she  murmured,  she  understood  and  entirely  stood  by  the  rule  of  now  allowing  others  to  see  you  at  one's  lowest  point.  nothing  good  would  come  of  it.  "i  imagine  you  are  not  the  only  one  in  that  boat,  with  how  we're  stuck,  I  fear  most,  if  not  all,  are  going  stir-crazy."  there  was  little  that  could  distract  from  their  grave  circumstances.  the  winter  fae  continued  what  she  did  best,  kept  busy,  keeping  an  eye  out  for  anything  of  note,  speaking  to  the  other  spymasters,  and  even  aiding  their  scholars  in  any  she  could,  even  if  books  were  not  her  speciality,  there  was  much  she  could  learn.  "the  army  will  do  that  you.  although  I  can  be  quite...responsive  depending  on�� the  circumstances.  but  you  seem  to  be  handling  yourself,  quite  well,  too."  the  elder  brunette  responded,  taking  a  seat  beside  the  other  on  the  bench,  "I  find  that  keeping  busy  certain  helps  my  mood,  but  as  a  spymaster  my  work  is  hardly  ever  done.  you  will  still  catch  me  trying  to  find  ways  to  temper  my  frustrations  or  worse  case,  let  them  free  until  I  feel  a  bit  better."  lailah  too  turned  her  gaze  to  her  companion,  "your  a  healer,  you  will  never  be  out  a  job.  I  think  I  might  have  seen  you  with  your  paints,  or  is  that  your  primary  profession?"  a  quizzical  brow  rising  at  the  other  fae,  but  the  other's  words  of  feeling  the  magic  along  the  capital  pique  her  interest,  "what  does  it  feel  like?"  if  she  had  to  guess,  something  that  should  not  be  here.  "yes  and  no,  although  my  job  is  simply  to  observe  and  report  to  my  high  lady.  but  its  hard  to  do  when  no  one  knows  what  we're  facing.  I  have  noticed  a  bit  of  an  affect  on  my  abilities,  another  charming  present  from  this  entity.  I  tend  to  avoid  most  because  everyone's  moods  are  less  than  ideal."  the  spy  have  her  a  friendly  smile,  waving  off  the  other's  apologies,  "I  dont  make  it  habit  either  to  introduce  myself."  that  was  simply  because  it  was  not  her  mind,  the  less  people  knew  of  her  the  better  she  could  do  what  she  wished.  "lailah,  spymaster  of  the  wintercourt,  and  very  much  missing  her  snow.  pleased  to  make  your  acquaintance,  ysarie."

ysarie could sense that the other fae had much on her mind, likely similar thoughts to their own. they didn't like being trapped in any situation, and being trapped in gaea was especially uncomfortable. the woman was clearly of the winter court, ysarie imagined the landscape of the capital was not familiar to her. perhaps disquieting even. autumn was slightly more akin to gaea, but they missed the fiery leaves and rolling hills of their court. they didn't think they'd ever be homesick for their adopted home. ysarie had only ever felt that emotion for their birthplace in the human world. it was quite jarring. they felt skittish, and worried, and on edge. though that was kind of their natural resting state, the current situation had heightened their normal anxious nature. "i rarely make a fuss openly." they laughed softly. "when i truly lose my mind, i do it on my own time." gesturing to the space next to them, ysarie gave the woman a gentle smile. "you're welcome to sit if you'd like. it seems as if you're as unsettled by all of this as i am. though you seem to have a better handle on your emotions than i." they hoped the stranger would chose to join them, they wanted to know more of her thoughts on the situation they were all in. pondering her query, ysarie placed their chin in their hands and studied the woman before them. "that's a very interesting question. i never planned for being stuck here, so now i'm basically out of a job." they shrugged ruefully and continued speaking. "i can almost feel the aura of this city in my body, so i imagine if i was healing regularly my concentration would be affected by it." ysarie peered at the woman curiously. "has this mess affected your work at all? it seems to be getting to everyone i run into." ysarie remembered their manners and blushed. "i'm ysarie ben by the way, of the autumn court. forgive me for not introducing myself earlier." they held out a hand for the other fae to shake.

[littleludivyn]

The Unseelie Court holds the Autumn and Winter court.

The Winter Court represents what people see as the malevolent side of the Fae. The fae of this court frown upon humans. They're more inclined to talk about their ope cruelty. This makes them look none other than evil, however one chooses to define evil. The Winter Court has free reign over winter solstice and autumn equinox months, and are strongest during that time. By and by, the fae of this court are sensible, chilled, dark, baleful, and what have you. They are the epitome of winter.

The Autumn Court is seen as the equally malevolent side of Fae in comparison to Winter, but much more middling. The fae of this court are generally the ones doing the "dirty work" and "trooping". However, these fae can have much nicer sides than any of the Fae and return great favors. The Autumn Court is strongest during the ends of summer and throughout the autumn season. These fae are strong, mystique, eerie, ravishing all the same, and devious. The epitome of autumn.

(Jobs TBA)

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[manunliving]

#inktober2019 #inktoberday23 #ink #pen This seemingly pathetic creature, an #ancient goblin who somehow lived to the venerable age of 45, is not to be taken lightly. Gnyt’Whit has been shown the fae origins by his pact matron, who calls herself The Green Lady, and his mission is to reclaim goblin-kind’s rightful place in the fae courts. #goblins #campaign #dungeonsanddragons #warlock #fae #wintercourt https://www.instagram.com/p/B39g_M6hJWT/?igshid=q3sfjltvhqux