So I've Been Thinking... Should I Make Separate Masterlists For Each Fandom... Like Acotar, Fourth Wing,

so i've been thinking... should i make separate masterlists for each fandom... like acotar, fourth wing, etc.

Ashling (Eris x Y/N)

a/n: don’t mind this. It’s not late for me. ANYWAYSSS enjoy!!!

Eris week day 5: war (eris against father, Eris agianst Koschei)

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bro idek if it can be counted as a war prompt... it went so off topic

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Eris Week 2024: Adventure/War

Eris groans as he slowly comes back into consciousness. There’s a paralyzing pain in every pore as Eris opens his eyes and takes on his surroundings. He is chained, wrists amd ankles, to a stone wall. The room is small, around the size of a bathroom, and dull stone slabs stare him in the face. He can’t see a door but he can see an adjacent wall laden with knives and pokers of all shapes and sizes.

An involuntary shiver runs down his spine. Memories of how he got here slowly come back. Eris must have been kidnapped by Koschei when he was out hunting with his hounds. His soldiers. The ones that had defected, he remembered being surrounded and trying to wake them from their trace.

“Well, well, well, look who’s awake?”

Eris forces his face into a mask of indifference as Briallyn winnows into his cell.

“What do you want?” He sneers, mask almost faltering at the sight of the old woman. She was old and fae, not young and fae. The cauldron had punished her.

“Is that really the way you greet a queen?” Briallyn tuts.

Eris hisses, opening her mouth to say something. But suddenly he can’t. He can’t control his muscles. His arms and legs are suddenly released from their chains. He walks forward, into Briallyn’s arms.

She looks him in the eye, brows furrowed

“Damn, you’re really holding on, most people would be unconscious right about now.”

Eris curses her mentally, trying to make his mouth move. His vision blurs at the edges as he feels something sinister claw at his mind. The last thing he sees before he slips into unconsciousness is a flash of black feathers.

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Eris abruptly shot up in his bed. He frowned, how was he in his bed? Last he remembered… Black feathers. He groaned, a headache forming. Eris remembered being kidnapped and Briallyn taking his consciousness. She had been controlling him when he’d passed out, she musnhave been using the crown. But how was he in his room in the autumn court?

Azriel. It must have been the spymaster. Eris glanced around, eyes darting to the shadows. Nothing. He sighed, getting up and immediately noting he’d been changed into sleeping robes.

Just as Eris was changing into formal attire, his father burst into the room. He grabbed Eris’s arm and winnowed. Eris knew where they were going from the moment his father came in. The dungeons.

Eris gave up, letting his father tie him to the stone slab. He turned his attention inwards, thinking of the feather and what it could mean.

And he kept thinking of that black feather as his father took weapon after weapon to his skin.

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Two Months Later

Eris tsk’s under his breath as he knocks on the door to his little brother’s supposed home. Queen Vassa opens the door, already looking at him with a scowl. Eris inclines his head to the Queen in a show of respect. The two walk silently down the brightly lit hall to a living room.

Lucien, Jurian and what looks to be almost a hundred girls crowd on sofas and chairs alike.

Eris raises his brows in Lucien’s direction, the tiniest smirk playing on his lips. Lucien steps forward.

“Eris. This is every single girl Koschei has ever trapped.”

This was definitely not what Eris had expected when he first saw Lucien’s very formal invite to lunch.

“And?”

Lucien takes a breath, “They need somewhere to go. They were all turned fae after the curse was broken. Nobody will accept them in the human world and I don’t trust anyone else with them. Plus, one wanted to meet you.”

“You want me to take them to the Autumn Court? Lucien… you know what that place is like. Why not ask Rhysand? He has space.”

“I believe you are plotting to kill our father.”

Eris sucks in a breath.

“You believe right, but it’ll take a while for me to do it. And the court won’t just change automatically because Beron dies.”

Lucien nodded, as if he’d expected Eris to say that. “That’s why we need him dead within the week. And we’re willing to help.”

Eris said nothing, processing the conversation. Suddenly something occurred to him.

“Wait, you said someone wants to meet me?” he asked Lucien.

“Oh.. yeah.”

Eris raises a brow, about to ask for more details when a voice cuts through the air.

“Eris Vanserra.”

All of Eris’s muscles tighten instantly, the voice rings through his soul, almost bringing him to his knees.

He turns, eyes widening at the sight before him. Black clothes, pointed ears, black feathers tied into shining hair. Black feathers.

“You-“

The female smiles, almost cruelly, “I am Y/n L/n.”

Eris bows, despite likely being higher ranked than her.

“Eris Vanserra. However, it seems you already knew that.”

Only then does Eris realize everyone else has filed out of the room as if to give them a semblance of privacy. He hadn’t noticed anyone leaving in spite of the door being right in front of him. He was too caught up in this female, this stranger, and he’d let himself lower his guard. Eris looks up, ripping himself from his thoughts to find the female analyzing him. He lets her while analyzing her, himself.

Y/n has black dots all over her wrists as if forming handcuffs out of ashes. She was likely a prisoner of Koschei that had been freed. If everything was true and Koschei kept woman in the shape of birds, she must have been turned into an ashbird. Ashbirds were a myth, supposedly having generous amounts of power, dot cuffs around their wrists and jet black feathers. Eris sensed both on this female.

“I’m your mate.”

Eris blinks. “Pardon?”

“You heard me.”

Eris stares at Y/n in shock, almost wanting to reject her words. But a mate. Most people waited their whole lives for a mate.

“Do you want to be my mate?” Eris shivered as he said the words. They seemed so unusual, as if even the cauldron didn’t belive he deserved a mate.

“More than anything.”

“You don’t even know me.” He didn’t know why he was contradicting her.

“Lucien’s told me enough.”

“Lucien talked about me??” Eris definitely did not this his day would go about like this.

“All bad things, don’t worry,” she replied with a soft smile.

Eris’s breath dropped, she was beautiful. He let out a breath, not noticing he’d crossed the room until his hand grazed her chin.

“You’re magnificent.” he breathed as his fingers traced the edge of her upturned lips.

Y/n stared at him, eyes wide with determination. “I can help you kill your father.”

Well that turned him off pretty fast. “How?” Eris was back to his usual self, eyes hard and mouth set.

“Take me to him.”

“No.”

“Eris.”

“I won’t take you unless you tell me your plan.”

“Idiot,” Y/n mumbles.

“Always for you, mate. But do tell me your plan so we can wage war.

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taggin: @thelov3lybookworm @profound-imagination @randomgurl2326 @theduskyprincess @mp-littlebit

heyy, how are you?? i just wanted to say, i love you and your writing. you are one of the best people i have come across and i love you. if you ever feel bad about your writing, just know that only you can put that story out tHere so NEVER GIVE UP!! hehe okay bye ily 🤭😘

HOW DID I MISS THIS

omg form september 1st?.

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i kinda forgot i had an inbox

THANK YOUUUUUU, you too! I really needed this today so thanksssssssssssss.

^me to youu

Childhood- Eris Week Day Two

a/n: So I chose to do a moodboard because i wasn't feeling any creative writing spark... I hope yall like it!

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I love him

idk if my reg taglist wants to be tagged for a moodboard so i'm not tagging anyone

also pinterest is prob so worried for my mental health... like the stuff i searched up to get those pictures....

ily as much as a bear loves fish <3

as in you wanna eat me..?

alright BET

i love you as a monarch butterfly loves milkweed.