#eris loves chubby girls

[redbleedingrose]

It’s the way Eris Vanserra would love me for my character AND the way I look, esp cuz I’m a chubby girly!

#eris loves chubby girls #rose rambles #it’s been a rough few days #crying atm #LOL #being a girl is so hard #I keep crying #my period is probs coming asap #but still #why does my mom feel the need to comment on my weight #constantly #and then she asks why I hate myself #like girl #use ur critical thinking skills

[azsazz]

Cherries, Juniper, and Orange Slices

Daddy!Eris x Reader

Summary: This one is a req from @acourtofmenandthirst: Eris' daughter drawing his scars on her doll.

Warnings: Mentions of scars.

Word Count: 1,639

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Eris peeks his head into the room, amber eyes drifting towards the cot his son, Rook, is currently crying in. The young boy, hardly a year old, has an iron grip on the bars caging him inside the intricately carved wood of his bed. Thick vines and leaves cut into the dark lumber, choked by his little fingers.

Tears stream down Rook's chubby cheeks and Eris coos, pushing into the room. Sunlight creeps in through the light linen curtains. The stained glass creation hung in the window casts colorful shadows across the creamy yellow of the walls. 

“My poor son,” Eris huffs dramatically, lifting Rook from his cradle. He’s clothed in only his nappy, reaching up to cling onto his father’s pressed shirt as if he’ll never let go again. 

Eris hopes he doesn’t. His children are growing up much too fast.

Rook sniffles, resting his head in the crook of Eris’ neck, and hiccups. Eris pats soothing motions into his son's bare skin, peppering his freckled cheeks with loving kisses as he calms his youngest child down. He rocks the little boy, waltzing up to the big windows and pushes the curtains open, letting the afternoon sun shine in full force. The room overlooks the small orchard in the back of his quaint home. Trees he’s planted himself with help from you and your daughters, an important tradition to your family. 

It started on your first date. Eris had already known you were the one—love at first sight—and kept his home away from home a secret from his family, only using it to escape Beron’s throes when he really needed it. Briar, he named it. He had cooked you a hearty meal with the most expensive, luxurious wine he could find, and after a delightful dinner, he’d walked you through the nearly empty rolling hills behind his home, hand-in-hand.

You’d commented how the fields needed more trees and had gushed on and on about what he could do with the space. His shadow hounds had run by your feet, chasing each other through the ankle-high grasses, and he’d immediately taken you to his mount and settled you in front of him, taking the both of you into town to purchase some seeds. 

It has been tradition ever since. Birthdays, anniversaries, births, deaths, any and all celebrations the both of you would go into the yard and plant a tree. Maude loves her cherry trees with all her heart, and Eris is convinced the only reason his daughter ventures outside is to pluck the fruit off the trees and stuff herself silly, stumbling back into the house with stained fingers and lips.

A juniper tree for his other daughter, Juniper. This one was harder to acquire, but thriving well in the backyard, closest to the home. June doesn’t seem to understand the value of the tree yet, but someday, Eris knows that she will.

And a sweet orange tree for his little boy Rook. It had been one of your cravings when you were pregnant with him, and to plant the tree only seemed fitting. Rook devoured any little orange bits he was given with the biggest smile on his face.

He makes a grabby hand for the tree, smart enough to know where his favorite treats are from. 

“You hungry, little man?” Eris asks, and Rook babbles in response. He lifts his son, blowing raspberries on his bare stomach that has cheerful giggles bursting through the room. Rook’s auburn eyes shine up at his father, laughing only harder when Eris catches a whiff of his nappy, grimacing. “Alright baby, let’s get you all cleaned up first.”

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“Why is our son naked?” you muse, allowing Eris to press a kiss to your cheek while you scoop the last of the cookie dough onto the tray. Your mate and daughters had been helping you, but the girls had been more interested in eating the batter their father kept sneaking them, so you shooed them away to play with their dolls while the cookies baked and you patted Eris on the butt as he went to check on Rook. 

Your son keens, pressing his own open mouthed kiss to your cheek. It’s all slobber and suction, but you can’t help the beaming smile that splits your cheeks anyway. 

“Because he keeps burning them off, Fawn,” Eris answers you, nose wrinkling as he turns to the babe, “Isn’t that right buddy?”

Rook screeches in excitement as his father tickles his stomach. It isn’t abnormal for your son’s power to be flaring up with his emotions. You’d gone through similar situations with Maude and Juniper around this age as well. You still have the burn marks of waddling feet branded into the wood to prove it.

Placing the tray of cookies into the oven, you reach out to take Rook from your mate. “Such a little stinker,” you tease, bopping your youngest on the nose. He retaliates by grabbing a fistful of your hair and you curse mentally, knowing you should’ve tied it out of his reach. 

“Where are the girls?” Eris asks, peeking around the kitchen for any leftover cookie dough. In his mission to steal as much as he could for his daughters, he’d forgotten to sneak a taste for himself. The mixing bowl sits soapy in the sink and he deflates a little.

“Coloring in the den,” you answer, eyes twinkling. Your stomach swoops still at the sight of Eris, even more so whenever he interacts with his children. You knew he was loving, but seeing him like this, completely at ease with no worries tightening his shoulders, he looks ethereal. “Why don’t you get them washed up for some cookies?”

“Yes, please,” Eris says, stealing a kiss from you. Rook squeals and you swoon.

Leaving Rook with you, Eris takes off into the next room. He finds Maude and Juniper spread out on the floor, their coloring supplies strewn about. Thylix and Codon, two of his hounds, laze around both girls, having taken it upon themselves to become their guards. They hardly leave his daughters alone, often choosing to sleep beside their beds at night, though Eris knows his daughters let them jump into bed with them as soon as the door shuts behind him. 

“What are my baby girls drawing in here?” Eris asks, tiptoeing forward. They startle and the hounds’ ears perk up at the sound of their master, but they don’t move. His daughters look up at him with those big, round russet eyes, and Eris knows immediately that they’re doing something they shouldn’t be.

“Daddy,” Maude pouts, hiding something in front of her. Eris’ brows furrow as he wonders what she’s keeping from him, but her younger sister, Juniper, holds her doll up in the air, proudly. 

“Daddy!” June yells, pushing up onto wobbly legs and racing towards him. Eris scoops her up and she squeals, bringing her doll with her, showing off her artwork to her father. Marker streaks across the face of her plaything, reds, oranges, and pinks adorning the cheeks and dress, across the doll’s eye.

“What’s this, Junie?” Eris asks, admiring her artistic abilities. There’s potential, but if she’s going to continue her artistic streak, he better get her something more appropriate to color on. Maybe sign her up for one of the local—or Night Court—art classes.

“It’s Daddy,” she answers, beaming up at her father. His heart swells, but he doesn't seem to be comprehending what Juniper is trying to convey.

He looks around his middle daughter to his oldest, still in her spot on the ground. Her cheeks are pinked with a blush and she’s pouting at her little sister for ruining the surprise.

“Care to explain, Maude?” Eris asks, though he’s not really sure if he wants the answer.

She sighs, shoving up to her feet. She holds up her doll in front of her face like she’s going to get in trouble for what she’s done, but Eris doesn’t understand why.

Until Maude explains. “We drew your scars on our dollies,” she says, and it all clicks. The one across his cheekbone from when Beron has nicked him purposefully with the edge of his sword before he set foot into his first war. His father had said the scar would help him relate to his legion the more roughed up he looked. 

Another, peeking out from the strap of the doll's dress, right above her heart. It’s a rendition of the brand on his chest, another gift from his father. He tries not to let his children see his scars, especially that one in particular, but she must’ve seen it when she’d crawled into your bed after a nightmare perhaps.

Eris’ eyes prickle but he blinks the emotion away. His throat is thick, and he distracts himself by taking a second look at Juniper's toy. Upon catching her fathers gaze on the doll, Maude speaks again. “Junie drew Uncle Lulu’s eye scars on hers. I told her we were supposed to be drawing only yours, but she didn’t listen,” Maude huffs a little, annoyed that her younger sister didn’t follow her direction.

“That’s…that’s very thoughtful, Junie,” Eris places a chaste kiss on her forehead and she grins. “You both did such a wonderful job.”

“You’re not…mad?” Maude asks, staring up at him nervously.

Juniper kicks her legs, trying to escape Eris’ grip. He lets her down and she abandons her doll, racing for the kitchen where she can hear you talking to her brother.

Eris kneels, taking Maude’s hand in his and tugging her into his chest for a hug. “No, Maude, I’m not upset. I’m impressed.” 

“You really like it?” she asks shyly, pulling back so she can look him in the eyes.

Eris nods once, firmly. “I love it, Maude. You made me look perfect.”

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[readychilledwine]

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

Co Parents

Part two of my angsty Cassian cheating drabble:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cassian nodded. "Anything else?"

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

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

She nodded, "Right daddy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can we have cookies?"

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

He kissed her temple as she snuggled into him.

Two weeks.

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

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

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

And two weeks was never long enough.

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[yearning-for-autumn]

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease do Eris x reader where the reader is chubby and Eris absolutely lives a thicc woman 🫶

(Just read your Eris series and omg you’re my new fav acotar fanfic author)

Little Black Dress

Summary - Eris hasn't been able to take his eyes off you all night, he decides he's had enough of watching...

Warnings - This is basically just smut

Pairings - Eris x Chubby!Reader

Word Count - 1,300

Eris licked his lips. That little black dress hugged every curve of your beautiful body. He was finding it incredibly difficult to focus on whatever Cassian was droning on about, although the general’s eyes were frequently wandering to his own mate.

You stood with Feyre and Vivienne, laughing at something, and sipping from a tall champagne flute. Eris’ mouth went dry at the thought of your tongue somewhere else.

“And then, I was banished from the Summer Court.” Cassian finished, “Can you believe that!”

Eris blamed you entirely for his current situation. You were Feyre’s friend before you were his mate, living in Velaris after the war as an artist. After your mother fell ill, you had moved back to the Autumn Court, where you had met Eris, and the mating bond snapped.

You were smiling to yourself, completely aware of your mates gaze roaming your body and getting frequently stuck on your breasts. Looking up at Eris from under your eyelashes, you sipped your champagne knowingly. He knew he was being obvious with his staring, but who could blame him when you looked that good.

“Yeah, yeah that’s unbelievable.” He said, waving Cassian off. Whilst you wanted him to make an effort to befriend your Night Court friends, he still didn’t like them.

A male from the winter court offered you his hand, and with a wink in Eris’ direction you took it. His hands balled into fists.

The Winter Court male was a good dancer, he led you across the floor in a graceful waltz. He wasn’t as good as Eris. In one move he had unlaced the males hand from yours and replaced it with his own, pushing him to the side with his shoulder so that he was now leading you around the ballroom without missing a beat. You smiled up at him with a playful roll of your eyes.

“Eris, he was being polite.” You said, humour dancing in your voice. Eris huffed.

“You’re mine.” He said simply. “No one else gets to have you, to dance with you,” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “To ravish you.”

You giggled, music to his ears and he leaned down to kiss your soft neck. Your tits teased him from this angle, pushed up by your dress they looked even more tempting than usual. His breath was hot against your skin.

“I’m taking you home.” He announced, giving you just a moment to gasp as he pulled you towards him and winnowed you away.

As soon as you got home, Eris pushed you down onto the bed and took you in. Cauldron you looked good enough to eat. Your thick thighs were parted slightly, hands resting on the curve of your stomach. At the beginning of your relationship you had doubted, only for a moment, that someone like Eris would want a girl like you. You doubted nothing now. Not with the way his eyes roamed your plush body.

Eris liked big girls, and he fucking loved you.

“Eris, stop staring and do something about it.” You complained, “You know, I was actually enjoying that ball, you better have something good planned.”

“Oh, trust me, what I have planned for you is much better.” He promised.

He tapped your thigh, and you rolled over onto your stomach, presenting your ass. You arched your back slightly and Eris growled low in his throat. His hands kneaded your ass gently as he shifted you just where he wanted you. You had no warning before he pushed your panties to the side and swiped his fingers through your wetness.

He paused to dip his own fingers past his lips, sucking your juices from his fingers, eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

“Fucking soaked for me.”

You let out a breathy moan, unable to drag your eyes from him as he bowed his head and drank you straight from the source. Heat engulfed your core, legs shaking as you tried to keep from clenching around his head and burying him in your pussy. It was becoming increasingly hard as he growled into you, lapping at your wetness and sucking hungrily at your clit. Pressure was building at the base of your spine, white hot heat lapping at your stomach with every pass of his skillful tongue. Whining, you pulled on his hair, trying to pull him back, to pull him up your body and have him fuck you, but the tight pain in his scalp only wrenched a deep groan from his chest and urged him on.

“Eris, Eris,” You panted, “Please, fuck me, please.”

You knew you were babbling, but his relentless tongue was hindering your ability to think straight. He had scrambled your brain. With a devilish smile, he relinquished his feasting and drew himself up to kiss you, gentler than you were expecting. You frowned,

“I want you to ride me, sweetheart.” He said. A low moan escaped you as your pussy clenched hard around nothing, begging to be filled. You squirmed under him, and he ducked his head, sucking a mark into your neck, grazing his sharp teeth against the tender spot just under your ear. The throbbing in your core only intensified.

“Come on sweetheart,” He huffed in your ear, hips grinding against yours as he lost the last few shreds of his self control, “I need to be inside you. Baby. Come on.”

He rolled off of you, propping himself up slightly against the pillows. Pulling his pants off, he patted his naked thighs, and you crawled over him, sitting down gingerly on his legs and rocking your clothed heat against him absent-mindedly. He tore your panties down the sides and chucked them over the side of the bed, ignoring your rolling eyes as you whined at the contact of your wetness with his throbbing cock. You made to unlace your dress, but his hands over yours stopped you.

“No, you look—” He broke off with a moan as you dragged your hips down over his hardness, “Fuck, I want you to fucking ride me in that dress, sweetheart. Show me how you fuck yourself on me.”

You took his cock in your hands and eased yourself onto him, letting out a low, ragged moan as he filled you, every nerve on fire as you clenched around him greedily. Eris watched with hungry eyes as you bounced with abandon in his lap, your tits right in front of his face. He pulled your dress down to latch onto your nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, sending sparks down your spine to your tightening core, heat pooling low in your stomach. You moaned unabashedly, not caring about any guards that might be passing in the hallway, and Eris bit down harder.

Pushing him back, you pulled your dress down further so that your tits spilled free, bouncing in time with your body as you dropped yourself down hard onto Eris cock. His hands came to knead the swell of your thighs, fingers close to leaving bruises. You panted, the tightness in your core becoming almost unbearable. You needed to come. Needed Eris to come deep inside of you. But the precipice was just out of reach. Whining, you rocked forwards, grinding down and trying to find some pressure on your sensitive clit. Eris growled, reaching down and circling your clit with a teasing finger.

“You look so pretty baby,” He said, voice strained with pleasure, “Come for me, come on my cock.”

“Need you,” You breathed out, “Need you harder, Eris.”

Eris was lavishing attention on your swollen clit with one hand, and the other tightened around your plump waist, taking the opportunity to massage the softness of your skin before pulling you down hard, bucking his hips up furiously as he brought you closer and closer. You moaned impossibly louder, hands raking down his chest, pulling on his hair. He whimpered, and the helpless sound pushed you over the edge. Your hands tightened against his scalp as you came with a scream, clenching rhythmically around him. Eris followed quickly after, burying his face between your tits.

You eased yourself off of him, and curled up into his side, kissing his shoulder. He smiled, a dreamy and fucked out look in his eyes.

“I’m so glad you wore that dress.”

A/N - I hope you enjoyed and I hope I did your request justice!! Also I got a new divider thing from @saradika-graphics !! Doesn't it look amazing!!

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[danikamariewrites]

Peace

Eris x reader

Summary: A look into a normal day in the new Vanserra household

Warnings: none

A/n: HAPPY DAY 1 OF ERIS WEEK!!!! I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys. And thank you to @erisweek2023 for making this happen, you guys are awesome🧡

Once the last of Eris’ advisors left the throne room he relaxed into the chair. He needed a break. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and heard the door open. If the advisors were already back he was going to kill someone.

He opened his eyes and saw you walking toward him. Eris perked up smiling at the sight of you and the babe in your arms.

Your youngest daughter, Bruna, was always so content and smiley, it was just infectious. At only seven months old Bruna knew how to make her papa happy.

“My sweet girls.” Eris holds his arms open ready to embrace you both. He kisses you and looks at the babbling babe as you hand her to him. Eris bounces Bruna in his arms earning giggles from her, giving him a toothless grin.

You smile at them. They were already thick as thieves like he was with your oldest, Orla. You send a wave of love down the bond and Eris looks up at you. His face glowing with happiness.

“Where is my other sweet girl?” As if her ears were burning, your oldest, Orla, pushed into the throne room. Dressed in her training gear with her sword strapped to her back she stops in front of you and Eris. Sketching a bow to you both she breaks into a wide grin laying eyes on her sister. “Hello little sap.”

When you were pregnant Orla called Bruna a little sapling. When she was new to the world and learning her family's voices Bruna always smiled at her nickname. Orla takes her sister from her fathers arms and the girls giggle. Like they knew a secret you and Eris weren’t in on.

Eris wraps an arm around your shoulder as you look at your children. They love each other so much already it makes you both so happy. You know this puts Eris at ease as well. He’s a good father unlike Beron. Eris encouraged love, not competition and hatred, between his two girls.

Orla hands the little sapling to you and turns to her father. “I’m ready when you are papa.” Eris walks back to his throne and pulls his sword from behind the chair. “Let’s go then.” They walk away in sync as Eris straps his sword to his hip.

Orla is 17 now and Eris thought he should attend her combat training. Take the time to teach his daughter everything he knows, not just in politics but in battle. It frightens you to think your girls might one day face a war like you and Eris have seen. You pray to the Mother your children never have to fight.

Cradling Bruna, she pulls at the ends of your hair with her chubby fists. You smile at your babe and coo at her, “Should we go watch Orla and papa, huh?”

You go to stand on the balcony overlooking the courtyard where Eris and Orla train. At the sight of the pair walking out Bruna lets out a high pitched babble. Happy to have her sister and papa within eyesight again.

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Eris draws his sword from its sheath, checking its glint in the afternoon sunlight. Orla stretches out her arms in a warm up the weapons master has walked her through everyday.

He smiled at his daughter. She was becoming a formidable warrior and he wanted to be there with her on this journey.

“So,” Eris started, taking up a fighting stance, “shall we begin?” Orla grinned and took up a mirroring stance as she and her father began circling each other.

Eris noted her foot work was good, but there’s room for improvement.

Orla lunged, striking first. Their swords clashing and sliding off each other. “Good. You saw an opening and took it.” Eris swung and Orla dropped, rolling behind him and kicking the backs of his knees.

He stood, facing Orla, backing up quickly and started circling his first born again. “Do you know why I wanted you to start training?” Orla shook her head still keeping her eyes on her father, watching his every move.

“You are the oldest. Meaning you are a protector. You are your sister's protector.” Orla nodded in agreement. “Do you remember the stories about your grandfather and uncles?” “Yes papa.” The pair continue to circle.

“Then you know why it’s important for you to do this.” Eris moves to strike but Orla blocks quickly. They have a good volley going until Orla spins out, back to the edge of the makeshift ring and paces back and forth.

“Grandfather seemed like a monster.” A breathy laugh escaped Eris as he backed away. If Orla was anything, it was honest. “He’s the reason I’m doing things…differently. You and Bruna are everything to me. I want to be sure you’re both safe and loved.”

They continued their conversations and sparring for hours. You eventually went in to feed Bruna and put her down for a nap. When the pair came back to the family living quarters Eris had his arm around Orla, laughing about something that happened during training.

“Alright you, go clean up. You still have tutoring later.” Orla groaned and headed to her chambers. Once her door shut Eris plopped himself on the couch next to you.

You immediately rest your head on his shoulder, bringing your fingers to trace patterns across his clothed chest.

“Don’t you still have work to do, High Lord?” You ask teasingly. Eris chuckles and rested his head on yours. “Oh my High Lady, I can do whatever I like. And what I'd like to do is spend time with my family.”

Eris leaned back and closed his eyes. You felt him relax, his breathing soft and small smile on his face. You silently reached out to his side of the bond. Eris felt peaceful. You hadn’t felt him this peaceful in years.

You could feel his happiness. The pride he felt for his daughters and you. Leaning up on your knees you peck his cheek and rub your nose against his. “I love you, Er.” Eris pulled you into a tight embrace, taking in your calming scent. “I love you more, y/n. Thank you for everything you’ve given me.” You hug him back tighter until you hear Bruna stirring in her bassinet. You move to go comfort your daughter before she starts crying but Eris puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll get her, fox. You relax.”

As Eris picks up the babe he smiles and coos at her, gently rocking her against his chest. You loved moments like these with your family. They were so rare at the beginning for just you and Eris. Everything happened so fast when Beron passed, then Orla came along a few years later and finally things settled.

You and Eris had found peace together. And if you had to go through all of the hard times to get to right now again, you would.

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[mrs-illyrian-baby]

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Be Good by @nocasdatsgay 🔥(Azriel x Eris x Reader) part 2: Now Behave 🔥

Cadre by @danikamariewrites 🔥(Rowan x Lorcan x Fenrys x Gavriel)

Mirthroot Mini-series by @illyrianbitch

New Memories by @shadowdaddies 🔥(Azriel x Cassian x Reader)

The Happiest Day by @danikamariewrites (Azriel x Cassian x Rhys x Reader)

The Siren's Song by @nocasdatsgay 🔥 (Azriel x Cassian x Nesta)

The Story of Us by @readychilledwine (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader)

Wicked Games by @fieldofdaisiies 🔥(Azriel x Cassian x Nesta)

Wisdom Teeth by @sergeantbarnessdoll (best friends Steve x Bucky X Reader)

You Taste Like Suburbia by @bucksangel 🔥 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader) (previous John Walker x Reader)

Ruhn Danaan

Just A Bet by @shadowdaddies

Steve Rogers

Not Meant To Be Like This by @buckets-and-trees 🔥

#Azriel #Bucky Barnes #feyre archeron #Rhysand #feysand #Cassian #lorcan salvaterre #rhysand #Clint Barton #Jake Jensen #Wanda Maximoff #ari levinson #rowan whitethorn #gavriel #fenrys moonbeam #nesta archeron #ruhn danaan #curtis everett

[areyoudreaminof]

A Symphony of Crickets

Late at night, Lucien talks with his infant daughter and reflects on his newfound family. @lucienweekofficial Day 5: Family

“Bah! Bah bah bah!”

Resting on his upturned knees, the fat, red headed baby stared back at Lucien with the same russet eyes he had.

His daughter.

“Bah awah!” She squealed, her eyes wide, her fat little legs kicking every which way.

“It’s too late for that little cricket! We need to sleep.” he laughed, kissing her small, chubby fists.

The clock had just struck midnight, Elain had dozed off next to him in their bed after nursing their daughter. But the little girl didn’t want to sleep, oh no, she took after her grandfather in that respect. She refused to sleep at night, she wanted to play and talk. She chirped and babbled like a cricket as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. So, in the dim Fae lights, listening to the soft nocturnal noise outside, Lucien talked with his daughter.

“Did you have fun with Uncle Eris today, little cricket? He brought you more toys than you need.” he laughed softly as she squealed in agreement.

Six months had flown by, she was happy and lively and Lucien couldn’t believe he had helped make her, that she was a part of him. Her skin was golden and soft, red hair sat on her head in a thicket of curls. His own russet eyes stared back at him, rimmed with thick brown lashes but she had Elain’s nose and rosebud lips. She even had the same dimples on both cheeks. The healers said she’d be petite like her mother. Beneath her new baby sent, she smelled of honeysuckles and fresh grass, something so uniquely her.

They had not expected a child so quickly, certainly not after Koschei and the lake, and not after finding out that Helion was his true father and being declared as the heir to the Day Court. Elain and Lucien had been thrust from one change to another in such rapid succession that it felt like a dream, half expecting they’d wake up back at the manor again. They’d only accepted their bond a few months before they faced Koschei and they had just been happy to survive that ordeal. They had never expected all of this.

He and Elain had expressed their fears to each other throughout the entire pregnancy. Elain did not want to be as neglectful and cold as her own mother, and Lucien’s blood ran cold thinking of how Beron treated him. Would he have had this fear if he had been raised by Helion? He knew he would never, could never treat any child like Beron had treated him, but the fear still whispered in his ear late at night, on the edge of sleep.

Then, on a warm spring morning, she was born, screaming and healthy. Her arrival came with the dawn, the sun's rays seeming to stretch just for her. The world stopped as the healer placed his daughter in his arms for the first time. Another golden thread wrapped around his heart, a thread old and ancient. In that moment, Lucien knew he would be, that he was better than Beron. He could be the father he always wanted and he would never, ever let his daughter feel unloved for a moment. He and Elain had done a very good job of it so far, he thought. Despite her fears, Elain took to motherhood as easy as breathing. And Lucien felt so much peace and love amidst the sleepless nights. He had a family. A mate and a child, he had a father that claimed him, and his mother was here. He even had his eldest brother again.

In a strange way, his daughter had brought them all together.

Helion had sobbed when he held her for the first time. The High Lord of Day, his father, had expressed his own regret and loss for not knowing of Lucien’s true connection to him, but the beginning of their relationship was awkward as his son was now a grown male. But Helion swore he would not miss a moment for his granddaughter. He had wanted to throw the biggest party the Day Court had ever seen, but Lucien and Elain declined, simply wanting their daughter to be with her grandfather, without the pomp and circumstance.

No, Feyre, Rhys and the entire Inner Circle had brought their own pomp and circumstance for their new niece and cousin. Nyx refused to let anyone else hold the baby when he was around. “She’s my baby!” The toddler had hissed at anyone who walked by. Feyre and Nesta bawled and bickered over her, while Cassian swooped in and stole the little bundle from their arms at random. And Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, had spared no expense at providing his new niece with the most elaborate cradle of pine, carved with foxes chasing the sun. Mor had supplied a very frilly and pink wardrobe for the first year. “Oh, a little girl!” She had sighed, as she clapped her red lacquered nails together. Even Azriel had come, presenting a small, soft floral blanket with little rabbits and foxes running through the stems.

Jurian and Vassa, far off as Queen and General Regent of Scythia could not come, due to Vassa being far into her own pregnancy, but they wrote and promised to see each other again as soon as they were able. Lucien missed his old Band of Exiles, and he and Elain were desperate to meet their son, Altan and introduce their daughter to her human family.

Eris came alone when she was a week old. He left his new High Lord duties behind at the Forest House. Lucien had not seen him since the lake, when Eris struck down Beron in the throws of that final bloody battle at dawn. His stoic and cold older brother wept silently when the little babe opened her eyes and curled her small hand around his pale finger. “He lost Lucien,” Eris had said as he stared into her open eyes, “He doesn’t get her. He doesn’t get us anymore. He will never corrupt her.” Eris had come every week since, just to hold her, talk to her, and now as she grew, play with her. Today, he had walked her around the gardens, “I had a very terrible meeting with the courtiers today, dearest.” Lucien had heard him say to the baby, as she cooed and babbled in sympathy. He had officially announced her birth at court, giving his daughter full Autumn citizenship, much to everyone’s shock.

But it was when he presented the baby to his mother, placing her first grandchild in her arms and telling her he and Elain had named the babe for the sister she had lost so long ago, Mathilde, that Lucien felt the weight of the world off his shoulders. His mother’s face, closed off for so long, opened in a way Lucien had never seen. Lucien could not recall his mother smiling in quite the same way before. “She is perfect.” His mother had whispered, “Just perfect.” Now, his mother officially lived at the palace, finally able to accept her bond with Helion, living the peaceful life she had always deserved.

Next to him, Elain stirred. “Is she still awake?” she asked sluggishly, “She can’t still be hungry.”

“No, our little cricket was just telling me all about the Autumn Court secrets Uncle Eris shared with her.” Lucien said as he tickled her fat little tummy, delighting in the deep belly laugh she unleashed.

“Cricket, huh? I really like that.” Elain mused as she snuggled closer into Lucien, and swept back Mathilde’s curls. “It suits her.”

“Are you Cricket then, my darling?” Lucien asked. The baby babbled in a reply, “Well, I think that settles it. Now, if you can say Papa, we can sleep!” Lucien wanted to be Papa, not Father, a title so stiff and formal. Likewise Elain preferred Mama, and they had taken bets of who would get that first word.

“Hmmm, you keep telling yourself that, Lucien. Ma-Ma.” Elain said, emphasizing the m as Cricket stared at her with a wide eyed expression. Lucien grasped her chubby legs, getting her attention. “Pa-Pa, Cricket! Pa-Pa.”

“Pah-bah!”

His heart stopped at first, then rapidly began to beat. He heard Elain gasp, before he heard it again.

“Pah-bah! Pah-bah!” Cricket sang as she smiled and waved her limbs around. “Pah-bah!”

Lucien felt the tears stream down his cheeks before he registered he was crying. Sweeping his daughter up, he and Elain kissed her over and over again. Defeating a death god, escaping his brothers, being thrown out of home and land, Lucien forgot it all. No old guilt and anxiety festered deep in the corners of his thoughts. No memories sought to poison his happiness. No, it was pure joy Lucien felt the moment he heard his daughter say Papa with recognition and delight in her eyes.

Lucien only knew he was here with his mate, who loved him, and his daughter who knew him.

His Elain and his little Cricket.

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#how cricket got her nickname #lucienweek2023 #Lucien #Elucien

[huntinglove]

I won't interact further because I'm on your DNI and want to respect that, but I just wanted to tell you that your art is gorgeous and I love your characters and their designs (especially the little demon girl! I love chubby character rep!!!). You seem like such a sweet, wonderful person and you deserve all the positivity in your life. I really hope you have a good day. ❤️

Hi hi nonny!! Thank you so much for the kind words, it means the world to me, genuinely!!

I'm always happy to hear that people enjoy my drawings and self inserts!! Eris was super fun to design and she's currently one of my favorite S/Is

I hope you have a lovely day and thank you so much for stopping by!!

#✯ lovely asks

[justalittletomato]

On continuation of the discovery deep within the Fortress the next day an announcement was made to the litter of young Zabraks.

The 5 year olds and the one 3 year old looked up curious as a picnic basket was set on the counter.

It is the eldest boy, Cress, “ Are we to have a special lunch?” When it came to food Cressie wanted to know all.

“Are we picking vegetables from your garden, buir?” It is young Eris who asked, her twin Ares pondered the thought, “I’d love some carrot juice.”

“Oh maybe it is a birthday? Buir? Papa?” Their younger brother little Feral looks to Angel and Savage. “It is much too hot to bake a cake! Maybe a fruit tart?”

Little Aster still a tad sleepy over her plate of egg and bacon yawns, “ Can we take a hammock? I’m still sleepy.” Maul and Starlights girl enjoyed her sleep, her lovely black hair still up in the buns she slept in.

“It will be a surprise.” Maul commented to the group.

“And will remain so until we get there.” Savage added.

The little zabraks chatter excitedly, minus Aster who once more snoozed. Her chubby cheek pressed to the table.

Cressie watched with eagerness as his Buir, Starlight wrapped up sandwich after sandwich. A generous slice of Bantha steak nestled between the slices.

“Whatever we are doing it will have a delightful lunch!”

——

Maul and Savage have packed up a small knapsack for each child, once again each told not to peek else it ruin the surprise.

“Must I walk, Daddy?” Aster yawns.

Starlight glances back as Savage leads the way, Maul already has picked up his dear little princess up and continues on.

“Maul..”

“It’s safer, we do not want her tripping if she is fatigued.” Besides Maul quite enjoyed dotting on his children. Little Cressie just in front with a biscuit that Maul handed him. He offered his free hand to his Buir, “ Buir can I walk with you?”

“Of course my little Star…”

——

The excited squeals and shouts was vastly different from the calm of yesterday.

The adults brought more lights to ensure the children could see better. Little Aster jolted awake and asked to be put down to go see the pool.

—-

The 5 little ones changed into the swim clothes from the knapsacks and bounded for the water. It was little Feral who was a tad hesitant until Savage went in with him.

Aster splashed and Eris sprayed water at her.

Ares and Cress raced another.

Starlight and Angel cheered their little ones on. Maul settled for sitting at the edge of the pool and playful splashed at the little ones who tried to surprise him.

——

Swimming worked up a appetite. Each little one happily gobbling up their sandwiches and a bit of fruit tart.

Cress looking to his buir who already had another half sandwich out for him.

—-

The little ones huddled close after being bundled into fluffy towels and napped for a time.

Their parents clearing away the picnic and enjoying the quite, accompanied by the purrs and snores.

It was a delightful start of summer…

@gran-maul-seizure @patchiefrog @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @apocalypticwafflekitten @storm89 @pixiestookourstardust

#star wars #darth maul #maul #star wars oc #baby tomato #zabrak oc #danica #cress #aster #dad!maul #dad!savage #eris #ares #little feral #angel reader #starlight reader #maul x oc #savage x oc #clouds oc #clouds drabbles

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ars Amatoria | epilogue

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Elucien AU word count: 2,7k words warnings: none

masterlist

"She is beautiful," Elain whispers as her fingers tenderly brush over the baby girl's face, and her little chubby cheeks. 

"She has your hair." Elain giggles, her eyes falling to the red curls at the top of the of the babies head, and then she turns her head, looking up at Lucien. He is looking at their daughter for a moment longer, before his gaze finally meets Elain's. 

"But she has your eyes. Those beautiful fawn eyes that capture everyone's attention." He leans down to kiss his wife's lips, his hand resting on her cheek, as their skins melt together in a soft, yet passionate kiss. 

The little babe in Elain's arms bubbles, giggling softly when her mother brushes over her cheek again. 

Lucien and Elain's faces glow with joy and awe as they stand in their bedroom, enjoying the peaceful moment with their little baby girl, Dalia. 

Elain's touch is gentle and tender, as she once again softly strokes over her cheek and then pokes her nose. "She is also has my nose, I think," Elain says her voice tinged with happiness. "She definitely has your nose, my love." 

Lucien leans down and kisses said nose of his wife, humming in delight. Then, once again, they both gaze at the little bundle in Elain's arms, not fully comprehending their luck. It seems almost impossible that such a tiny little human can bring so much joy and happiness upon you. 

They bask in the happiness of the moment, this peaceful solace that surrounds them and Elain finds herself once again marvelling at their baby's tiny toes. Oh how much she loves them! 

"Look, Lucien!" she expresses and takes Dalia's little foot into her hand, showing it to him. 

"These toes tiny, these tiny little toes." She beams up at her husband who releases a whole-hearted laugh. 

This afternoon, Dalia was introduced to Azriel. Eris, who loves his little niece more than his own life, asked if it was alright. Of course, they agreed and when they presented Dalia to Azriel.

Then Elain also pointed out her tiny, little toes, being just to over-keen about them, which made Azriel laugh. One of the rare times he does laugh, but the moment was just too beautiful. 

Lucien inhales deeply, and then releases a happy sigh. 

Time stands still when they are with their only two weeks old daughter, everything fades away, becomes meaningless because that matters in this moment is only the three of them. 

In the midst of his family, Lucien's heart swells with joy and pride, knowing that he has truly and fully arrived, that this is home and this is happiness and he does not for one day want to be separated from his wife or his daughter.

~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist AA: @octobers-veryown @velidewrites @areyoudreaminof @acourtofthought @liftyourhipsformelovex @hallway5 @stickyelectrons @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @bibliophiliaxvignette @thelovelymadone @sunshinebingo @arabellatheauthor @autumndreaming7 @nestas-workwife @rarephloxes  @tuzna-pesma-snova general el. taglist: @rippahwrites @shadowhunter2003 @my-inner-crisis @ladyelain @acourtofthought @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @multifictional  @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt @brekkershadowsinger @sunshinebingo @gracie-rosee @a-frog-with-a-laptop

#elain x lucien #elucien #elucien au #acotar #acotar au #acosf

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I have some questions for requests! Specifically for Jujutsu Kaisen! Do you accept Sukuna requests? Do you allow threesomes? What exactly isn’t allowed? Do you allow abusive themes? If we ask for an S/O with a power you don’t really know, do you look it up for the request?

Hi,

I do accept Sukuna requests. I feel I'm not the best at writing dom/suavey charas/dirty talk, but I do accept them. I haven't wrote for him where he's the main love interest before so it might take longer cause I'll have to go back and re-read some of his chapters/other works to get a better feel for him. Plus last time I wrote him as a side, someone said he wouldn't talk like that but they still liked the story, and I've been PETRIFIED ever since lmao. (I'm also a dub watcher so I know some of Sukuna's poetic-ish feel is lost in translation). tldr; I do write for him, I'm just being a scared bitch about it.

The only specific tags I don't write is scat, omorashi, vore, jigsaw type-torture, and netorare/cuckolding depending on the characters involved and who is cucking whom. And I'm not very fond of Hanahaki AU's but I do accept those. Same with character x character.

I won't write really young charas in NSFW scenarios even aged up, think Anya, Eri, Ui Ui age. Basically even if it's aged up, if the chara is under 15-16 age in canon, I don't write that. I'll write family one-shots or cutesy stuff for those charas though.

I do write abusive themes like yandere on a case by case basis. It depends on the request and what kind of abuse (like neglect vs physical vs sexual). Whether I just reference the abuse or show it more graphically depends on the age of the characters, whether the abuse is canon, and the other details surrounding the request (like is it hurt/comfort, angst, etc). If there are abusive themes, I do prefer hurt/comfort over pure angst but I have no problem writing both.

If it's for a power, I'll look it up or I'll make up a power based off the description/request. So one time I had a request for the Reader having a power like Shigaraki so I made up a quirk for them based off Shigaraki's quirk. Or someone wanted a healing quirk/plant powers, so I made up one for them that just utilized cell growth.

I will write for specific reader archetypes: like chubby, shy, dominant, specific genders/cultures (I try to look up the best I can for these or ask people I know. However, I'm a straight cis-fem, so I might not have all the necessary knowledge or it might be obviously written by a girl, cause I feel like my GN!Readers and M!Readers still sometimes got a feminine voice (?) but I'll try to the best of my ability).

Everything else, including threesomes, is pretty much fair game (or I haven't run into anything else), but I started posting some dark content requests on my ao3 cause it's easier for me to moderate there and the tagging system is far better. So for those, I'll usually send an ao3 link to the requester when I post it.

I think that's about it! Otherwise, just send me the request, and I'll let you know! Thanks.

#adelchat #rules #masterlist

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Eris when the Babes are Sick Headcanons

A/N: I was harassing @augustinerose with all my girl dad!Eris thoughts today, so I thought I would expand and share with you all, and maybe go into what the newborn stage was like for you and girl dad!Eris if y’all would like. And then maybe even what it was like postpartum with Girl Dad!Eris supporting you every step of the way.

Sigh, I am in love with the male!!! Send freaking help!!!!!!

During toddlerhood, when one of the girls is sick, the other babe is also feeling crummy :(

They are absolutely gonna climb outta their small beds and hold each others hands walking from their room to your door at the end of the hall, their guard dog following them on their heels and standing closely behind them. It is usually precious Twila who uses her small chubby fist to knock on the door, barely making any noise, but enough that the pups laying at the foot of our bed will come and see what's going on first.

Eris wakes up so fast, he is sucha light sleeper at a baseline that the slightest noise has his eyes snapping open. You, on the other hand, would stay passed out cuz its 3:30 in the morning, and also, you are incredibly warm and comfortable with Eris in bed. You feel utterly at ease and protected with Eris, so as the years went on, your sleeping has become heavier. Eris often teases you for snoring, like the smug bastard he is because he sleeps like the dead with at least one hand resting somewhere on your body.

Anyway, by the time the girls are poking their very curly, messy, bedheads beyond the door to peer inside your room, Er is already halfway to the door to see what they need. When they are feeling sick, all they wanna do is cuddle up to mama and papa and each other in your huge bed, and Eris has no qualms pressing soft, gentle kisses onto their warm foreheads and scooping them up into his arms, resting both of them on each hip before bringing them to your bed.

Marwa usually snuggles with you, ever the mamas girl, and Twila, ever the papas girl, will snuggle in with her papa. Don’t get me wrong, Marwa shoves at least one foot into Eris' side, her tiny toe nails digging into his rib cage, probably to feel his warmth, because she too, just like her mama, and gets overheated way too fast. It doesn't matter cause regardless, she will press her entire body up into yours, practically climbing on top of you while you sleep and shoves her face into your neck before passing out.

Marwa will pass out soooo fast, but Twila, our chatty little girl (maybe less so when she is sick), will babble quietly though not as quickly as usual, to her papa who is exhausted but will quietly hum and nod along to his babes ramblings while rubbing her back and stroking/brushing through her messy hair with his warm fingers until she falls asleep against his chest. And only then, when his girls are comfortably asleep, with one tiny foot digging into his side and a toddler resting on his chest, one of his hands tucked underneath your head (that is extremely numb though he will never ever complain about it) acting as your pillow, will he let himself go back to sleep.

He would obviously be the first to wake up in the morning, being high lord has trained his body to wake up at around sunrise. Before you and your babes, he would be up and out of bed within seconds of waking up, anxious to start his day to avoid the scrutiny and abuse of his father. After becoming high lord, after you coming into his life and giving him the best thing that has ever happened to him (that being your love and your children), he tries to stay in bed for at least half an hour to soak in the warmth and peace. He adores listening to your soft snores, and whenever the girls join you in bed, he cannot get enough of the small huffs and puffs of Marwa and Twila while they snooze away.

He shifts Twila into your side so he can get up, but you better believe that if his babes aren’t feeling well, he is going to be the one taking care of them alongside you. He would never let you feel alone in parenting, never make you feel like you are with a male who is incompetent in taking care of his girls.

The first thing he would do, is really only a secret between you and him. But he does have a morning cigarette to ease his nerves. It is a horrible habit he picked up during his teenage years, and after centuries of using it as a coping mechanism, he hasn’t been able to fully quit. You know he does it, and while you encourage him to stop, you recognize that he used to chain smoke, one cigarette trapped between his pretty lips after the other. The fact he only needs one in the morning to get him through the day, he finds quite unbelievable. It is another thing that he credits to you, another reason that he marvels at you.

Plus you cannot deny how hot Er looks while leaning against the balcony railing, shirtless with a cigarette held in his mouth . The hazy look in his hooded eyes, the smoke blowing out of his nose after a deep inhale, the way his entire body relaxes against the crisp autumn air. He is a sight to behold, so you can let one cigarette go. Knowing Er, he is probably gonna quit before the babes are old enough to realize he does smoke.

Anyway, moving on, after his morning routines of his cigarette, a 15 minute cold shower, mouth smelling minty fresh, and dressed in the most immaculate grey sweatpants and white long sleeve (that does nothing to hide his broad chest and toned arms (the slut knows what he is doing smh)), he is headed to the kitchen to cook you all up some breakfast. Usually, this is around the time that you join him, hugging him from behind and pressing kisses into the space between his shoulders while he leans back into you, but you are in bed with the babes, which means it will be nearly impossible for you to escape without one of them noticing, so he remains in the solace of the empty kitchen.

Because the girls are feeling crummy, I think Er would focus on making a warm maple and cinnamon flavored oatmeal for them and herbs steeping in the warm spring water that he will put into their sippy cups for them to use. Then he focuses on making you some breakfast. He knows you usually don’t each much in the morning anyway, so he makes for the both of you, a couple of pieces of honey and cream toast that you will share, and two cups spiced cardamom chai on the side.

He would wanna spend the day with you and the babes, especially if they aren’t feeling to good. Most of the day is probably going to be spent in your bed, and to be honest, those are Eris’ favorite kinds of days. The girls love to snuggle up next to you both and take naps intermittently throughout the day, and the times they are awake are spent reading books to them, playing games like “I-spy” while they peer out your balcony with their big curious eyes, and also just listening to their babbles and rants.

They are very opinionated girls, and they are happy to share with their papa that they think Forest House should be painted pink and purple, and all the curtains should be changed to a daisy yellow color to make your home look more inviting and “princessy.”

He would probs do it too, make Forest House into a doll house for his perfect little babes, but your amused nods, your cooing and giggling as they prattle on about making sure the carpets are yellow to match the curtains has him nearly certain your babes interior designer skills are too top tier for you. Though, he might be able to convince you to change up their play room decor.

Ugh and he just lives for when you are asleep with the babes, he spends hours watching over you three, thanking the gods and mother that he was blessed with such a beautiful, elegant mate who is the perfect mom, thanking the cauldron for his perfect babes, and honestly, praying for time to stop so that he can live in that moment forever, in pure happiness and peace.

#rose rambles #Eris x reader #Eris vanserra x reader #girl dad!eris #girl dad eris #marwa and Twila #Girl dad!Eris x reader #girl dad hc #eris vanserra fanfic #acotar eris vanserra #acotar hcs #acotar headcanons #Eris drabbles #soft eris #acotar drabbles #rose writes

[azsazz]

Milk & Cream

Eris x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Oooo you could do Maude and Eris having a daddy daughter day?

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 579

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He can’t help but grin as his daughter tries her best to maneuver the spoonful of ice cream into her small mouth. The silverware ends up twisted around, her pink tongue poking out to retrieve the frozen goodness but it slips off of the spoon and onto the napkin Eris had tucked into the collar of her dress.

She stares down at it for a moment, huffing at the spilled mess. Her face is covered with remnants of the creamy goodness and he lets out a bark of laughter as she uses her fingers to pinch at the soft ice cream, licking it from her fingertips.

At the sound of her father’s laugh she splutters out on her own, waving her spoon wildly, grinning from ear to ear as she enjoys the time with her father.

The confectioners watch with smiles of their own, not used to seeing the High Lord’s son so carefree and happy, sweet with the lovely granddaughter of Autumn.

They’re waiting for you at an ice cream shop in town. You’re at a check-up down the lane, your second child growing bigger by the day, and soon you’d be showing. 

Maude had been pouty all morning, as if she could sense that her parent’s attention was on her younger sibling today, and had made a fuss over breakfast. You’d cuddled her close with Eris before the three of you had left, and the autumn heir had offered to take her out for a sweet treat if she behaved on your way into town.

You insisted you would be fine, it was a normal check-in with the healer to see how you were feeling, how the babe was doing, and you’d meet up with them once you were done. Eris didn’t like to leave either of his favorite ladies alone, but you were more than capable, and with that stern look you gave him he knew that there would be no fighting it.

“Here, Love,” he offers his own cone to her, salted caramel with nuts, his favorite. Maude nibbles at the cone, missing the ice cream completely, and she makes a delighted noise, trying to grab the treat from his hands.

“Nuh-uh,” he hums, taking a bite of his own, “You wanted a cup, not a cone. This one’s mine honey.”

She pouts up at him and his heart melts. He can’t resist his daughter, releasing his cone into her grasp. Eris takes the spoon she’d abandoned on the table and takes a bite of her melted vanilla ice cream, grimacing. He’ll make sure her palette for the sweet treat expands, and soon. Eating her leftover vanilla was getting old.

He helps his daughter clean up when they’re done, wiping the remnants from her mouth and her hands. She even managed to get some in her hair and he shakes his head fondly at his messy little girl.

He tosses away the trash, scooping Maude up into his arms, moving to stand once again at the counter, the both of them peering through the glass at the colorful ice creams.

“Which one should we get mommy?” he asks, bouncing his daughter gently in his arms. Maude cheers excitedly, pointing at one that is bright pink.

“Cherry? Mommy does like cherry,” he comments, kissing her chubby cheek before turning towards the fae before him. “One large cherry, to go please.”

Maude squawks loudly in agreement and the whole parlor laughs in response to the happy child.

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris/reader #eris x reader #dad!eris #maude #acotar next gen #azsazz #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotarxreader

[monkeybell]

Other BNHA OC bio’s:

Hakuya:

name: Hakuya Aizawa

Gender: female

Age: Depends on the one shot(Infant through 3)

DOB: December 13th

Hair color: black

Eye color: purple

Quirk: Erasure(Hakuya claps her hands together once in order to disable someone’s quirk. The effects stop once she claps her hands together twice. Quirk may also come back if the target is 50 feet or more away from Hakuya)

Family: Raimu Nono(Mother, deceased), Shota Aizawa(biological father), Koutarou Nono(Grandfather, retired pro hero Metal blood), Rana Nono(Grandmother)

Pets: Papaya and Bean(Cats)

Japanese VA: Rina Endō

English VA: Amy Birnbaum

Appearance: Hakuya has fair skin, long black hair that goes to her lower back, an ahoge that changes shape depending on her reaction and dark purple eyes. She is tiny, normal for a kid her age and she still has her baby fat and chubby cheeks.

Personality: Hakuya acts like a typical toddler. Always wanting to explore, cheerful nature and can have horrible tantrums. She is quite clumsy and often cries when she trips. She loves learning new things and is very curious. In addition, she loves her family and making new friends, with both humans and animals. She has a habit of copying people. Other than her family, her favorite thing is Spike, her stuffed bunny she’s had since she was born

History: Hakuya was conceived after a one night stand between Pro hero Eraserhead and Raimu Nono. Despite never actually getting together, the two decided to raise her regardless. The pregnancy was a high risk one due to an ongoing illness Raimu had which resulted in Hakuya being born early and with a congenital heart defect. Not long after, Raimu passed away, leaving Shota to raise the child, though he received help from friends, colleagues and Raimu’s parents

Trivia:

-Hakuya was previously known as Camilla and CeCe

-She has asthma which she takes daily medication for and always wears a CPAP when she sleeps

-Her grandfather was a pro hero and attended U.A as well

-Her favorite food is rice

Fuko:

Name: Fuko Akana

Gender: Female

Age: 9

DOB: May 24th

Hair color: dark purple with black strands in front

Eye color: Gray

Quirk: doppelgänger

Family: Ayaka Akana(mother; AKA Pro hero Sweet lips), Shinji Minada(father), Fudo(younger brother), Kai chisaki(guardian), Eri(self proclaimed sister)

Japanese VA: Inori Minase

English VA: Megan Shipman

Looks: Fuko has fair skin, long dark purple that goes to her lower back, two black strands in the front, an ahogo sticking out the top of her head and gray eyes. She has scars littering her body, including on her right palm, cheek and collarbone. Like Eri, Fuko wears a dirty tan dress and bandages covering her scars. She has a tall build and is taller than most kids her age

Personality: Fuko is a quiet and stoic girl. She shares many characteristics with Eri and Shoto like being very submissive and dense. Despite this, she is shown to be very caring of Eri, treating her like a sister and aiding with her various escape attempts. Different from Eri, she doesn’t believe her quirk is a curse but hates those who only keep her around for it.

History: Fuko is the daughter of pro hero Sweet lips and Shinji, who left Ayaka shortly after Fudo was born. Fuko was raised in luxury along with her younger brother, Fudo. Due to her mother’s busy job, she unintentionally neglected her children. However her best friend, pro hero Midnight, always helped watch the kids. To the point where they considered her as their aunt

One day when Fuko was 4 and a half, her brother Fudo who was 2 at the time, wandered outside. She followed after him and eventually found him with a stranger in a mask who promptly took her. The stranger was Overhaul, who heard about her quirk and wanted it to help him in his quest to rid people of quirks alongside Eri who had been in her grandfather’s care for two months after her mother’s abandonment and dad’s death

Quirk: Fuko can copy any and every quirk. To copy, she must make contact with the person of the desired quirk. During contact, her brain gains knowledge of how the quirk works, allowing her to use it properly.

Unlike Neito and his copy quirk, she has no time limit on how long she can keep and use the quirk. However, the longer she has and uses it, the more drowsy she gets. Naps help but if she neglects rest, her body will reject the quirk automatically. Keeping a quirk for so long has its downsides as it can result in the copy going out of control, meaning potential harm for Fuko and those around her.

Doctors also believe it has a negative effect on her body and how it functions depending on what type of quirk she copies. In addition, she can only copy one quirk at a time and there’s a grace period in place if she decides to copy another as her body needs to rid the elements of her previous copied quirk

Trivia:

-Her birthday is one day before her brother, Fudo’s and one week after her mother’s

-Her black strands come from her father who’s hair color was black and shares his gray eyes while both Ayaka and Fudo have orange eyes

-Her favorite food is pears

-Fuko has Masklophobia, fear of masks, costumes and mascots, a result from living with the Shie Hassaikai who wore masks

Koboshi:

Name: Koboshi Hoshino

Gender: female

Age: 12

DOB: November 26th

Hair color: Blue

Eye color: Dark blue and light blue

Quirk: Cosmic manipulation

Occupation: Villain

Affiliation: League of villains

Japanese VA: Rie Murakawa

English VA: Jad Saxton

Appearance: She has fair skin with dark blue and dark purple constellation tattoos lining her body, long neon dark blue hair with star like highlights that goes to her butt, part of it held up in two large side buns and dark blue eyes with light blue sparkles and stars in them

She is usually wearing a Space parka and matching pants. Her villain costume consists of a long flowy space goddess dress with no sleeves and the back exposed, golden rings around her wrists that can be used to restrict people and black sandals

Personality: Koboshi is an intelligent and energetic girl. She had a fascination with villains as they are considered outcasts and freaks, something people see her as and she eventually joined the villain lifestyle herself. She is a skilled thief and gifted hacker. She has a high IQ and is able to strategize very well, a quality she considers to be a great asset to being a villain. She acts childish at times, usually when she’s excited and is very much a geek

Quirk: Koboshi can manipulate the stars and gain energy from them which allows her to send powerful blast waves. Her quirk is most useful and powerful during a clear night but she can still use her quirk at any time, including daytime thanks to her constellation tattoos she was born with. Using too much energy from the cosmo drains her tattoos that turn a gray color. To restore them, she must sleep directly under the night sky. Doing so will provide her energy and her tattoos will regain their original color. She calls this ‘Space sleeping’

Her attacks include Nebula beam, Comet soaring which allows her to fly, meteor shield and million star nuke

History: Koboshi was born to two unknown parents. Her quirk manifested immediately after birth and she gained her first tattoo only hours after birth. More continued to appear and the parents were shunned due to her looks. Before she was a year old, she was abandoned, left at an orphanage

She was considered an outcast even at the orphanage and as a result, was poorly cared for, resulting in her learning to raise herself. Time after time, she was rejected by potential adopters because of her tattoos. She watched as kids got adopted themselves and one even get adopted by a pro hero who didn’t even look her way, which began her dislike towards heroes. Around that time, she experienced a villain attack in person and witnessed the villain cry afterwards. She began to feel sympathetic towards villains and felt she was just like them. So she started charting down her own data about villains in an notebook and kept a page for herself of who she hoped to be as a villain

She found out her skills for stealing after snagging a keychain with no one even batting an eye. So she began slowly stealing more, going from stealing junk to valuables. She also went to the library daily to use the computers and thanks to it and books about hacking, she learned to hack. She eventually got caught when attempting to steal more items and she was escorted to the orphanage but was denied entry by the caretaker, leaving her to live on the streets starting at age 10. She continued to steal and used her hacking skills to aid it. She also began collecting stuffed animal fragments she found among the trash and stitched them together, resulting in the creation of Orion, a stuffed creature she considered a companion

After a year and a half on the streets, she was approached by Giran who says she’s been invited to join the league of villains. She happily accepted the offer. Now, she is valued member of the group, with her specialty aiding them with her hacking skills and helping Kurogiri care for Shigaraki

Trivia:

-Her birthday is the date of when the Orion Nebula was discovered

-She kept a journal similar to Izuku’s except hers is about villains. Now, she keeps notes on her computers

-She helps search for new members to recruit

-Her favorite food is Konpeitō

-She is the youngest member in the league and the youngest villain overall

Melody:

Name: Melody

Alias: Feline Hero: White Neko

Gender: female

Age: 30

DOB: May 3rd

Hair color: Silver

Eye color: Pink

Quirk: Cat

Japanese VA: MAKO

English VA: Sarah Wiedenheft

Appearance: Melody has fair skin, a busty/curvy figure, having big boobs and thick thighs, chin length silver hair, pink eyes, matching silver cat ears and long fluffy tail, a large scar covering the left side of her face, going from her cheek to her eyebrow and piercings on her animal ears. She also has fangs and is able to extend her nails

Her hero costume consists of a strapless silver frilly dress lined with pink and black Pom poms, white waistcoat with sleeves that go to her elbows, a black collar and pink bow with a silver bell hanging from it, pink gloves with the finger tips exposed for her nails, a large black ribbon wrapped around her waist which can be used to restrict villains by turning into strong and thick rope, white fishnet stockings with rhinestones, pink and black laced up boots and a black helmet with pink accents that protects her ears but still allows her to hear well

Personality: Melody has a warm and motherly nature, considered the mother of all heroes. To go with her sweet nature, she has a soft and gentle voice. She is a very affectionate person, especially to her fiancé, friends and sidekicks, often nuzzling them or giving them praise. She shares many traits felines have, such as sleeping in the sun, chasing after lights and climbing.

Quirk: Melody can transform into any member of the feline family. She has heightened hearing, sight, smell and flexibility such as high jumping that all help when on the job. She can also extend her claws which allows her to climb even in her human form.

History: Originally from America, Melody lived with her parents. Both sides of her family had animal quirks and she inherited hers from her father. She dreamed of being a hero and wanted to attend a great school. When she was 7, she lost her parents after a deadly car accident, leaving her to live with her uncle. 6 years later, the pair moved to Japan for a change of scenery and so Melody could hopefully attend U.A which she was able to get into when she was old enough. There, she quickly befriended fellow classmates Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada and Oboro Shirakumo

Melody was a gifted student and once becoming a pro hero, rose to fame, allowing her to be in the top 10 heroes rank

Trivia:

-Her birthday is on National hug your cat day

-She can speak both fluent English and Japanese

-Many of her sidekicks share animal quirks like herself

-She resided in North Carolina when living in the US

Shiori:

Name: Shiori Aizawa

Gender: Female

Age: Infant

DOB: March 11th

Hair color: Black with silver

Eye color: Dark pink

Quirk: Cat

Parents: Shota Aizawa(Father) and Melody(Mother)

Appearance: Shiori is a small infant with a neko appearance inherited from her mother. She has black hair with a patch of silver around her right cat eat and big dark pink eyes. Her tail is black with silver strands as well

#my hero academia #mha oc #bnha #fan character #fan child #original character #character bio

[sero-pairo]

message in a bottle

by ducky_36

when Ochako is accepted in a sponsorship program to go to Yuuei Academy, she doesn't expect for half of her class to fall in love with her!

Words: 2127, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Asui Tsuyu, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Toogata Mirio, Hadou Nejire, Amajiki Tamaki, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Midoriya Inko, Melissa Shield

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto/Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako/Yaoyorozu Momo, Sero Hanta/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Uraraka Ochako, Shinsou Hitoshi/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako/Everyone, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Eri, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Melissa Shield, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Eri & Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki & Hadou Nejire & Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Fluff, quirkless au, Boarding School AU, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend, Uraraka Ochako has a harem, Everyone Loves Uraraka Ochako, Cute Uraraka Ochako, Chubby Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako-centric, I have a lot of headcanons, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, all outside ships from uraraka are end game, undecided final ship with uraraka, Teen Romance, this has been on my mind for forever, so i hope i do it justice, Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist, LMAO, I just really love Ochako Uraraka, Harems, gay girls and gay boys, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Slowish updates

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Uraraka Ochako' https://ift.tt/OLa2Ymb

#seroraka #serochako #sero hanta #ochako uraraka #bnha fic #bnha rare pair #ao3 feed #bnha #mha #sero

[tryingmyves]

Hey Ves! I have a request for you! May you please do Shinsou, Todoroki, ( A character of your choice) who got hit by a quirk who turns them into a lil toddler and they’ve got the biggest crush on their female chubby/plus size classmate 🥺🥺💞 and when they turn back they confess to her💞

hiiii @blossominglark ~ tysm for your request! i’ve haven’t written something like this yet, so i hope you enjoy! ✨

Shinso’s First Crush

PAIRING: Hitoshi Shinso x Y/N (female, plus sized)

c/w: toddler!Shinso, mostly fluff

When you went to class this morning you thought it was just going to be a normal Monday, but the arrival of Mr. Aizawa with Eri and a small violet haired boy in tow announced that today would be different.

“Awh! Who’s this cutie?” Ochako asks, spotting the unfamiliar child first, “Did you make a new friend, Eri?”

“Don’t call me that!” the boy responds, his pudgy fists balling at his sides.

“There was a mishap last night while we were practicing Eri’s quirk,” Mr. Aizawa says, “She uh, rewound Shinso a little too far.”

Every eye in the classroom is now on the pint-sized Shinso, silence filling the room before a cacophony of reactions burst out all at once. Kaminari and Sero are laughing hysterically. Mina and Hakagure are fawning over how adorable little Shinsou is, while Midoriya is rushing to Eri from his desk to assure her that mistakes happen and no one is mad at her. Iida is questioning how to reverse the effects of Eri’s quirk, and even Bakugo looks amused at the announcement. You’re the only one who notices the quivering lip and watery eyes of tiny Shinso.

Since his introduction to your class you’ve been attempting to befriend him. He made it clear that he hadn’t transferred to the hero course to make friends, but you see passed his uncaring facade. He’s let other people’s comments of the possible malicious nature of his quirk effect his self perception. He is so used to people calling him a villain he can’t fathom he’ll ever be called a friend. And you are determined change that. You’ve made small progress towards your goal in the last month. He sits with you in the cafeteria and even accepted a few invitations to study with you and your group, but no significant progress. But now, seeing Shinso so vulnerable in front of your entire class makes you stand from your desk. Even if he isn’t “here to make friends” he needs one right now, so that’s what you are going to be.

You quickly walk to the front of the room and use your chubby frame to hide him from the overwhelming sight of the his classmates gawking at him. Lowering yourself to your knees so your plump face is level with his, you say, “hey, it’s alright Shinso. Everything’s going to be okay.” Subconsciously, your voice becomes softer and there’s a melodic tune to it. You know that the toddler in front of you is a member of your class and typically two months your senior, but right now he’s just a scared little boy. You can’t help but treat him like any other child.

He wipes at his nose with the back of his sleeve, sniffing back tears, “Y/N, they’re all staring at me. I… I don’t like it!” Shinso is mortified at his current state. He was so determined to do everything by himself to prove he belonged to be in the hero course, but now he’s been reduced to a helpless little kid. Worst of all, the kind, curvy and optimistic girl he’s been secretly crushing on the last month is now trying to console him. He’s normally so good at containing his emotions, but it seems Eri’s quirk has reversed his emotional maturity along with his age. Right now all he can manage to do is try to hide his face so no one can see his tears.

You extend your cushy arms outward, offering a hug and Shinso can’t help but rush into it. He feels so exposed right now but when you hold him against your plump body he feels a little safer. Like he’s wrapped up in a cocoon of you. He hopes he can just stay cloaked in you arms until his metamorphosis back to his old self is complete. However, that possibility is dashed by the arrival of All Might and a man you don’t recognize at the classroom door.

“Sorry we’re late, Aizawa. This is who I told you about on the phone.” All Might says, clapping a hand on the stranger’s shoulder. It turns out, among the countless connections All Might made as the Number One Pro Hero, is a hero who goes by TimeSkip, with the ability to fast forward time. In the hero world, he typically puts his quirk to use at the sights of natural climate disasters by accelerating the regrowth of the land so entire communities aren’t displaced. Luckily, he’s capable of aging or time skipping any living matter, not just plants. Mr. Aizawa had called All Might for help after the incident and was relived his colleague knew someone who could fix the current predicament. 

“Shinso, go with All Might and TimeSkip. They’re going to get you back to normal,” your teacher says.

But Shinso just burrows himself deeper into you, pressing himself up to your chest. You can tell that he doesn’t want to separate from your comforting embrace. You turn your head over your shoulder, “Mr. Aizawa, would it be alright if I went with Shinso?” You drop your voice so you won’t be overheard by your classmates, “For emotional support,” you say with a light nod to the weeping Shinso in your arms. He just gives you a nod. You whisper down into Shinso’s hair, “It’s okay, this is almost over.” You take his small hand in your own and lead him out of the classroom, using your large frame to keep him out of sight of the others. 

The pair of you follow All Might and his friend through the halls, eventually stopping in a vacant training room. TimeSkip explains how his quirk works to Shinso, who is still holding your hand and trying to hide behind one of your legs. With some gentle easing from you, Shinso finally lets go of you and takes TimeSkip’s hand instead. You stand in the hallway with your back to the door while Shinso is returned to his normal self. The hero had explained his clothes would not be growing with him, so it was best for you to wait outside. A few moments pass before the two heroes open the door and step out of the room. 

“He’s all set in there, Y/N.” All Might says, “I think he’s a bit embarrassed, maybe you can cheer him up before the two of you return to class.”

You nod, thanking both All Might and TimeSkip before stepping in to talk to Shinso. He’s wearing his uniform now and leaning back against the wall, head low, and face covered by the mess of his purple hair.

“Hey Shi-“

“Please don’t talk about it,” his voice is quiet and filled with humiliation.

“Oh, yeah. It’s no big deal,” you try to brush it off. You want to comfort him and tell him that he doesn’t have to be self conscious, but you know that will just make him feel worse. “I was just coming to see-“

He cuts you off again, “Y/N, I have to tell you something. When I first transferred into the hero course I told you I wasn’t here to make friends. But then you kept talking to me and trying to get to know me and you started inviting me to lunch and study groups. And I… started to think that having you as a friend wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

He looks up at you now and takes a step closer, moving away from the wall. “And I realize I like you more than that. I love how soft and round you are, and that you always make sure everyone’s included. That you don’t make yourself smaller because you deserve to take up space. I think you’re beautiful and I am too scared to say it.”

He take a few more steps towards you, so there’s only a foot left between you, “But then when I was frozen there in front of the class you swooped in. And I didn’t hesitate to fall into your arms. I didn’t let my stupid brain get in the way… so I have to tell you now, before I think better of it…”

You can help but smile at the confession. You’ve thought Shinso was cute from the moment you met him, but decided he needed a friend before trying to be something more than that. You didn’t realize that Shinso was crushing on you too. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”

Shinso lets out a light chuckle, finally letting a smile reach his lips. “I don’t. But I had to get it out before I changed my mind. It only would have made it worse.”

You take a small step forward, halving the distance between you. “I, uhm, like you too you know.”

“Why would you want some lanky, closed off guy like me when your so curvy and beautiful?” Shinso breathes in disbelief.

“I guess I have a thing for tall guys,” you joke.

He just shakes his head at you, “Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

You giggle and nod your head, holding out your arms the same way you did in the classroom, “I would love to,” you beam.

Shinso steps forward, enveloping you in a hug. Despite your plus size frame, he easily lifts your feet off the ground for a moment before gently setting you back down.

“I’ll pick you up at eight, okay? And… thank you for helping me today.”

“That’s what friends do,” you assure, excited at the possibility of becoming something more.

#hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x y/n #shinsou x y/n #chubby y/n #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #by ves #request