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Here are some prompts to help you brainstorm ways to contribute to Eris Week. Whether you're into writing fic, creating art, crafting quotes, developing headcanons, theorising, making playlists, or anything else, these questions can help spark your creativity! Remember, we're all here to support each other's ideas, so feel free to step out of your comfort zone and try something new!
Read more below the cut.
Siblings
How have Eris’s relationships with his brothers shaped who he is?
How deeply does Eris actually care for his siblings?
How deeply does he care for Lucien? Or not at all?
What lines would Eris accept to cross when it comes to his siblings?
Is there any genuine loyalty between the Vanserra brothers?
Is there a competition for power between Eris and his brothers?
What memories bind the brothers together despite everything?
Does Eris see his siblings as allies, rivals, or something in between?
What would it take for Eris to truly trust one of his brothers?
How did growing up under Beron shape their idea of brotherhood?
Would Eris choose his brothers over power, or power over his brothers?
Father Figure
How will Beron’s influence shape Eris’s approach to fatherhood?
Can Eris care for someone without turning that care into control?
What kind of mentor would Eris be to someone young and vulnerable? To his brothers?
How does Eris respond when someone places their trust in him?
In what moments does Eris act most like the father he never had?
Does Eris want to become a father himself or is he afraid he’ll turn into his father?
How does Eris’s relationship with his father influence Eris’s relationship with other people?
In what ways does Eris embody the idea of a father figure?
Does Eris see his father as someone to look up to or reject? How will this develop in the future?
A librarian
for @erisweekofficial Day 1: Passion
Summary: When Azriel complains about his job as Spymaster, Eris suggests to him an alternative – a librarian position at the Forest House’s family library. If only it was as simple as it sounds. Or some married Azris shenanigans.
Word count: 2.8k
Read on Ao3 or Below
Azriel had never in his life thought that a book with teeth could bite him in the elbow. To be perfectly honest, Azriel had never in his life thought that books with fucking teeth existed at all.
And yet, here he was, for what felt like hours, running between the towering bookshelves, dodging what could only be described as a swarm of such books, magically chasing him down, and one of them had finally managed to reach him and take him by surprise, biting his elbow.
Someday, Azriel would find Eris, who was the sole reason he was in this ridiculous and very unpleasant situation, and kill him.
***
Earlier…
It was another evening spent in the spacious sitting room of the Forest House. Eris was reading a book, curled up in an armchair with one knee pulled to his chest. Perched on his nose were the gold-rimmed glasses he only wore in Azriel’s presence, or when alone in his study.
The fire crackled quietly in the hearth. The room smelled faintly of herbs, thanks to the candles the servants had lit before their arrival.
Azriel himself collapsed onto the sofa with a loud groan, face-first, and continued muttering under his breath until Eris finally deigned to give him attention.
“What’s wrong with you?” Eris asked, eyes still on his book.
Azriel scowled. Of course, this idiot would find literature more interesting than his own mate. Right, right, Azriel wasn’t the love of his life, and, obviously, the book was far more important! Not that Azriel took it personally. Not even a little!
“Your orders,” Azriel grumbled darkly, and then, rather immaturely, hurled a decorative pillow at Eris. The latter dodged it without even lifting his gaze.
However, Eris did at last set the book aside—after methodically sliding a bookmark between the pages—and placed it neatly on the coffee table. He turned to Azriel with a curious look. Little flames of amusement sparkled in those amber eyes, betraying, despite his otherwise neutral expression, how entertained he was by the theatrical display before him.
“And what exactly is wrong with my orders?” Eris asked with a barely-there chuckle.
Azriel raised another pillow, but before he could throw it, Eris was suddenly right beside him, flopping down onto the sofa and casually batting the pillow away.
Now that this infuriatingly charming bastard was right in front of him, Azriel suddenly lost a good chunk of his righteous indignation. He simply couldn’t stay grumpy when Eris was curled up so comfortably and warmly against his side. Sly fox.
“Your orders are exhausting,” Azriel still found the strength to complain. “I barely have any magic left by the end of the day.”
“Poor thing,” Eris hummed, tracing lazy circles on his chest, toying with the button of his shirt. “Turns out, the job you volunteered for actually requires work. What a tragedy.”
Azriel snorted in annoyance, catching his wrist to stop the distraction. But Eris just smirked and buried his nose in Azriel’s neck.
“I’m just saying you have an unhealthy work ethic,” Azriel rasped.
“Unhealthy work ethic,” Eris murmured mockingly against his skin, his voice vibrating through him, then he nipped at Azriel’s neck with his teeth.
“I’m being serious.”
Eris lifted his head lazily, tilting it and holding Azriel’s gaze. He sighed silently, as if being serious for even a moment was a personal catastrophe.
“Would you like another job, Shadowsinger?” he asked with deliberate seriousness, as if Azriel hadn’t been a spy for the past five centuries.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Azriel muttered in reply, burying his hand in Eris’s red hair and running his fingers through the soft strands, which made Eris practically melt into the touch like a spoiled house cat. A cat that bit often but demanded affection nonetheless.
Still, the idea of changing jobs… was intriguing. Azriel had never considered it, always assuming he was born to do what he did. But he had never tried anything else, so…
“Why not?” Eris smirked. “There’s still an open position for a librarian in the Forest House’s family library. I could use someone I trust. I’m sure your little troublemakers would be delighted to run through the shelves and fetch the books I need.”
The shadows hissed loudly in protest at that statement. Eris paid their outrage no mind. “See? They are thrilled.”
The shadows hissed again, then scattered around the room as if genuinely fearing they’d be put to work in the library any moment now.
“And you think I’d make a good librarian?” Azriel raised a brow. The very idea was absurd. Amusing, yes, but absurd.
Eris grinned slyly, his expression promising nothing good. Something wicked.
“Why not?” he shrugged. “You underestimate how grueling library work can be.”
Azriel gave him a flat look. He was fairly confident that a job requiring espionage, swordplay, and knives was far more demanding than shelving books.
“And if I agree? Then what?”
“Then I will offer you my deepest apologies,” Eris said with a soft snort. “And maybe I’ll even reconsider your work schedule. Maybe.”
Looking at that smug face, Azriel couldn’t resist and kissed him on the nose. “Idiot.”
“So you accept the challenge?”
***
And the next day, Azriel actually went to the library.
He didn’t know what he had been thinking, but Eris had told him that all spy-related matters would be taken care of, so he had nothing to worry about(still, he’d sent all his shadows to continue working). So, upon waking up that morning—Eris already having rushed off to some important meeting, promising they’d talk in the evening—Azriel headed to the library.
It was located three floors below ground. But for the catacombs of the Forest House, that was still relatively high. Besides, important knowledge was likely stored down there, so a secure location was necessary.
Access to this particular library was limited to members of the Vanserra family, certain nobles related to them by blood and allowed access based solely on family ties, a few individuals granted permission directly by Eris, and now, Azriel.
He had no idea when or why the previous librarian had resigned. Eris kept that information from him on purpose and flat-out refused to explain. Still, to this day, the library had been temporarily closed to anyone outside the Vanserra family.
Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, Azriel looked around. The place looked civilized. Lanterns glowed everywhere, lighting the space. Towering bookshelves stood in rows, every shelf crammed with countless books and tomes. Glancing around, Azriel spotted a small desk and made his way toward it.
He didn’t think the day would be anything but boring. He wasn’t even sure anyone would come down here today, and he had no task list whatsoever.
So Azriel simply decided to find a halfway decent book and spend the whole day reading and resting. It was the least Eris could give him after making him work so hard the past three weeks, with barely a day off.
And for the first three hours, everything went exactly as Azriel had planned. He found a light detective novel on one of the nearby shelves, sank into a comfortable reading chair that he pulled closer to the writing desk—just to keep up some semblance of work—and simply relaxed.
The book turned out to be a short one, and he had to return it to the shelf, planning to grab another.
But when Azriel approached the same shelf as a few hours earlier, he didn’t recognize a single book. They were all written in ancient languages, nothing like what had been on those shelves before.
He frowned and checked two shelves on either side, thinking maybe he had made a mistake. But even there, Azriel found nothing even remotely resembling a detective novel.
“What the hell,” he muttered under his breath, still holding the book he had just finished, which he now had no idea where to return.
After circling that section of the hall several times and confirming that, for some reason, all the shelves now held books written exclusively in ancient tongues, Azriel thought, Oh, screw it. Maybe the previous librarian had made a mistake and left this lone book in the wrong place.
So he decided to just put it back on the first available shelf.
What Azriel didn’t expect was that the moment he did so, the book began to screech. Screech, for fuck’s sake, as if it were alive!
The moment he picked it back up, it went silent.
“Fucking nonsense,” Azriel grumbled.
Of course the library was magical. How could it not be? He only hoped that would be the end of its magical surprises.
Rubbing his temples, he returned to the desk and tossed the book onto it. It stayed quiet. Apparently, it just didn’t like being on the wrong shelf. Noted.
One of the lanterns on the ceiling flickered. Then another. Then all the lights blinked and went out for a second. When they came back on, a neatly stacked pile of books appeared right at Azriel’s feet.
He didn’t touch them.
The stack let out a high-pitched squeak.
Then the books scattered in all directions, each one rolling away on its own, and Azriel stood frozen, unsure if he should even bother chasing after a single one.
And even if he did catch one, he wouldn’t be able to put it back on the shelf because the shelves had this delightful tendency to fucking move and relocate themselves. Even now, some of them were actively moving around, finding a new place for themselves.
As soon as the fleeing books disappeared from view, Azriel looked around. The library once again appeared perfectly normal, quiet, and deserted. Shelves had finally settled, books were no longer flying around, nor making noises. But just as he exhaled in relief, a book in a dark blue cover came whistling through the air, straight toward him.
Only centuries of training and reflexes allowed him to dodge it, but it instantly turned in the air and shot back at him. Then came a second. Then a third.
Azriel cursed, spun around, and ran. The books chased him. A swarm of pages and bindings zipped between lanterns and shelves, weaving with devilish precision. And it went on for quite a while.
He turned around one of the rotating shelves, and ran straight into another book, which had clearly been lying in wait. It latched onto his elbow.
With its teeth.
*** Azriel was still fending off the book latched onto his elbow when it suddenly flipped open and dropped to the floor. He looked it over, and its pages appeared perfectly ordinary. No sign of teeth whatsoever.
Before he could do anything, he heard a quiet, familiar laugh. Lifting his head, Azriel saw Eris leaning casually against one of the ever-wandering bookshelves, which, for once, was staying put.
All the chaos that had been unfolding in the library vanished the moment the High Lord stepped inside.
“Is this your prank?” Azriel asked irritably.
Eris pulled a face of exaggerated surprise and offense.
“Mine?” He pointed to his chest. “Would I really go to the trouble of orchestrating an entire performance just to win a bet?”
The answer was yes, and then yes again.
“Well, of course I would,” Eris confirmed, pushing off the shelf and walking toward Azriel. “However, this time, I didn’t have to lift a finger. It’s the charm of the family library.”
“Charm,” Azriel scoffed, though he still pulled him closer by the waist. He just liked touching his husband at any given opportunity. “This is what you call ‘charm’.”
Eris shrugged. “I loved it here as a kid.”
He glanced around, and something warm flickered in his eyes. The same warmth spread physically across his body and could be felt on his skin.
“Right. I’m sure being chased by books is everyone’s idea of fun,” Azriel said dryly.
“You think they chased me?” Eris smirked. “They chased whoever I told them to. That’s why all the librarians hated me.”
Of course. How had Azriel not guessed? There was no version of reality in which even little Eris found himself in a disadvantageous position.
Still, the image of this mischievous brat hiding behind a shelf, gleefully watching books assault some poor librarian, made warmth bloom in Azriel’s chest.
Little Eris, who constantly ran to the library to read and, at the same time, raise utter hell. Yes, Azriel fully understood now why his husband had always loved this place.
“You’re a menace to society,” Azriel muttered, kissing him on the forehead. “I still don’t understand how they gave you access to the throne.”
Eris snorted and took his hand.
“That’s not all,” he said. “There’s something else I want to show you.”
Azriel narrowed his eyes in suspicion. To be honest, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about exploring more of this library. His elbow still tingled with phantom bite marks.
“I promise, it’s perfectly safe,” Eris said.
Groaning, Azriel had no choice but to follow him.
They ventured deeper into the library and came upon a staircase that looked like it would collapse under the weight of a single bird.
“You can’t be serious,” Azriel said flatly.
Eris only chuckled and tugged him forward, boldly stepping onto the stairs.
To be honest, Azriel fully expected to have to unfurl his wings and fly the moment the steps gave out beneath them. But they didn’t. Surprising.
They kept climbing higher until they reached a small ledge. A dusty curtain hung on one wall, and Eris pulled it aside, revealing a narrow doorway to a dark room.
The moment they both stepped inside, he clapped his hands, and soft lanterns lit up the space.
The room was small. A few chairs and floor cushions were scattered over a thick rug. Eris went straight to them and sat on one of the cushions.
With his tall frame, he looked almost ridiculous in the miniature room, but Azriel just sat down opposite him, folding his wings neatly behind him to avoid knocking anything over.
“My father never liked my interest in books,” Eris said quietly, brushing his hand along the carpet’s fibers like the memory was tactile. “So I started hiding in the library. But then, for some reason, the librarians began to hate me and chase me away.”
“Can’t imagine why,” Azriel smiled.
Eris snorted. “Completely unjustified.”
“So unfair. Truly.” They shared a smile.
“And then my mother made me a hideout,” Eris said, his gaze sweeping the room with such warmth that Azriel could’ve pulled him into his arms and never let go. “No one dared to step on that ‘rickety’ staircase, though it’s just an illusion. And this room, you can only enter if you’ve been given permission.”
“And you used to sit here?” Azriel asked gently.
He imagined little Eris again—the troublemaker now banned by librarians—sneaking into his secret nook with a pile of books, flipping through them lazily while sprawled across the cushions.
“Yes, I sat here often,” Eris nodded. “The library is a bit like the House of Wind, though I’m still convinced it was built long before that tasteless—”
“I got it.”
“Right. So, the library can bring you books on its own, as you’ve probably noticed,” Eris smiled, and clearly he had witnessed Azriel’s spectacular failure chasing after one of the shelves.
“Yes, that was made very clear,” Azriel muttered.
Eris chuckled quietly and rested his head on Azriel’s shoulder. “And then I’d smuggle in sweets from the kitchen in my bag and sit here for hours. Could’ve stayed for days if my mother didn’t find me and drag me out by the collar.”
“And you resisted, naturally?”
“Of course. But she always won.”
“A wise lady.”
“As wise as they come,” Eris smiled.
Azriel pulled him close by the shoulder and kissed the top of his head.
They sat in comfortable silence, watching the lantern flames dance playfully. Eris laced their fingers together.
“This was your plan all along,” Azriel said softly. “You were just looking for an excuse to show me this place.”
“I could’ve just shown it to you directly, don’t be dramatic,” Eris grumbled. “It just happened to work out, so I decided to share.”
“Of course, because you never plan anything in advance,” Azriel smiled, lifting their intertwined hands and kissing Eris’s knuckles.
It wasn’t new to Azriel that Eris sometimes struggled to express what was truly on his mind, especially when it came to things that mattered most. And Azriel was the same. So he never minded—if it took tricks, teasing, and a few biting books for Eris to open his heart in the way that felt most natural to him.
“You also haven’t met the local bookworms that are quite venomous,” Eris added.
“Shut up, you’re making this up.”
“No, I am not. You will see.”
Azriel didn’t choose easy paths.
And he probably never would.
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Ice to Fire
Eris x Winter Court OC
For @erisweekofficial Day 1: Powers/Passions
Word count: +1500
Warnings: implied intimacy
Summary: When his power is about to explode, Eris finds surprising relief at a dirty, small pub in the most delightful form
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears
Power hummed beneath his skin, sizzling through his veins like electricity, increasing his body temperature and causing him great discomfort. Smoke rose from the pages of the book where his fingers held it and Eris immediately threw it away, letting out an angry growl. He couldn't ignore it anymore. Ever since he woke up feeling that strange tension in his chest, the unsettling feeling, he knew that if he didn't let off steam today, he would most likely burst out at the worst possible moment, burning down everything around him while unbearable heat tortured his body. And he couldn't allow that. If his father found out how powerful his heir really was, he would make sure to get rid of him for good. After all, Beron got rid of everyone who seemed capable of competing with his own strength; not even his children could escape such a fate.
Eris pulled the cape of his coat down, concealing his face so easily recognizable in this Court. He strode through the hallways and courtyards, heading to the gate. He left his sword in his chambers, carrying only a small dagger hidden in his right boot, though he was sure he didn't need even that one when his light touch could currently scorch anyone into dust in mere seconds, leaving no evidence behind. All he needed was distraction, a way to let the flames burn out and fast walking usually helped. Although today, he felt like not even a marathon run would be sufficient to solve his problem - he had ignored this for far too long. At worst, he could winnow to the cave deep in mountains and wait out the seizure there, but it could take days and that was unacceptable. His father expected him to attend the meeting the next day first thing in the morning. He had to solve this promptly.
His long legs swiftly carried him toward the closest town. Sweat was beading on his forehead despite the temperatures being low, all because of the fire in his body that pleaded to be released.
Distraction. I need distraction.
Eris almost feverishly ran around, passing streets and markets, sneaking in the shadows like a thief. The sky at this time of year was always gloomy, soft rain alternating with rain showers. Even now, it was lightly raining, the drops of water hissing and evaporating as soon as they touched his body despite the layers of clothing. Thankfully, streets were empty except for a few hurrying lesser faeries. Nobody paid him any attention and rushed to get dry. Eris himself wasn't sure what he was actually looking for, only that he couldn't find it. He was about to give up and winnow to the cave when a distant lively melody reached his ears. The hum beneath his skin intensified and without thinking it over, he followed the music to the small, dirty-looking pub tucked away in one of the back streets. With a loud creak, he pushed the door open and slipped in. The inside of the pub looked even worse than its exterior, with dirty old tables pushed all together to create space in the middle for several musicians and dancers. The stench literally punched him in the face and he had to hold his breath while pushing between the sweating bodies that splashed strangely colored ale around as the drunken customers sang, clapped and stamped in the rhythm. Eris found an empty seat at the back of the bar and waved at the taverner to order. Moments later, a dirty wooden cup landed in front of him. Eris grimaced and pulled it closer. Luckily, he wasn't here for a drink. From beneath the cape, he watched the makeshift dance floor and its dancers.
Drunken males of all shapes and colors swung and stumbled in circles, their moves distantly resembling a dance, but in their midst was a young female. Her skirts swirled around her slim figure as she danced, all her moves graceful, unbridled and transfixing. She didn't mind this place nor the males around, enjoying herself with a bright smile. Eris watched her with interest and appreciation. In this dirty place, she seemed otherworldly with her snow-white hair and porcelain skin. She wasn't that kind of striking beauty that catches attention whenever she goes, yet she wasn't ugly either. She was clearly from the Winter Court and for a moment, Eris pondered how she got here, but all was forgotten the second she looked up and their gazes collided.
Her smile grew even bigger and she gestured to him to join her. Eris was reluctant at first, searching his memory. It was almost as if she recognized him, but he doubted he had ever met such a female. He would definitely remember her, especially if she danced like that. When she called him over for the second time, he didn't hesitate and stood up. He came looking for distraction and she certainly was one.
Alcohol vapors were so strong that Eris felt lightheaded despite not even touching that piss-like suspicious substance everyone was drinking. He stumbled to the circle of dancers, pushing his way to their middle. As soon as he was within reach, the female pulled him closer, her touch surprisingly cold. It felt so good that Eris almost moaned when her hands landed on the back of his neck, shivers running down his spine. The smell of freshly fallen snow hit his nose and his mind cleared, only to be filled again by roaring fire. The air around him warmed up to the point it was unbearable and soon enough, only the two of them were left on the makeshift dance floor. The dance was his passion, the only pleasure he had in his life and he wanted to lose himself in it, to forget, but he couldn't. The control over his power was slipping from his grasp faster than he anticipated; he had waited for too long. He needed to leave before this place turned to ashes along with everyone present.
He had an apology on the tip of his tongue when the female took his hand and pulled him to the back of the pub and up the creaky staircase. Before he could take in his surroundings, his back met the wall, her body pressed to his and she kissed him. Stunned, he stiffened, but the winter female didn't mind in the slightest. From all the places she touched, a pleasant coldness seeped into his body, slaking the roaring flames that burned inside him. The icy cold radiated from her in waves, balancing out the heat escaping through his skin. The more she kissed him, the more his power calmed down until he couldn't take it anymore and moaned in relief. She was exactly what he needed right now and he wanted more.
Eris flipped their positions, now pressing the female against the wall, his knee between her legs. He was determined to repay a favor. Her back arched under his touch when he bit her bottom lip, asking for access, her center pressed into his thigh, riding it. She was so cold down there, but instead of pain, it brought him only relief and pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his long red hair, pulling him down to her - she was so small compared to him, hardly reaching his shoulders. Instead of bending to her will, he hooked his hands under her knees and lifted her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist while Eris explored her mouth, devouring her. When her coldness met his heat, they both moaned at the same time. Eris gave her a second to adjust and then he slammed his hips against hers. He wasn't in mood to be gentle - his power wouldn't allow it - but judging by the sounds escaping her lips and the roughness with which she pulled on his hair, she wanted the exact opposite. Every stroke felt like a war between ice and fire for superiority, one that couldn't have a winner. It took them mere seconds before they together fell over the edge.
Eris wasn't proud of his performance this time, as it was way below his standard - he didn't make her even scream - yet it served its purpose. All the pressure and discomfort he felt lately were gone and he again gained the control over his magic. And it was all thanks to this petite icy female.
As soon as he made himself decent again, he turned to her, intending to thank her and learn more about her, but she was gone. He looked up and down the hallway he stood in, though he was alone. Only a flower made of ice lay on the floor near the place they found pleasure at. Eris bent down and picked it up, twisting it between his long fingers. It was a lily, a very simple and plain-looking flower that somehow resembled the female.
"Lily," he mumbled, tasting the name. The corners of his lips curled into a lopsided smile. Tucking the flower into the safety of his cloak, Eris stood up and swiftly left that dirty pit.
Eris Week 2025 Day One: Powers/Passions
@erisweekofficial
I have this headcanon where I think that Eris would quite enjoy pottery, to everyone's surprise. It's messy, and serves no purpose, but once Eris feels safe enough to explore his passions, I think he would enjoy the fact that he can build something so delicate and pretty with his own two hands.
Being a general, Eris has only known to destroy with his hands, and stab with his words. Pottery helps him seeing another side to himself, and forces him to spend some time alone and heal his conscience.
For @erisweekofficial day 5- enemy and ally
(Inspo, ramblings, honorable mentions, the process, and taglists under the belt)
The ref/inspo photo (above, first) I found on Pinterest <3
My other inspo? Uuum soukoku fanart that's really it lol ;)
Honorable mention to An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra (fucking LOVE that song)
If you're wondering why Az's wings aren't there... I didn't want to draw them. I don't like drawing them. They's very dark and take up a lot of space. I also. cANT make them look good.
THIS IS PART THREE IN MY AZRIEL AFRO AGENDA WOOOO
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Eris Vanserra, Heir to the Autumn Court for @erisweekofficial (Day 4, Monster)
Man or A Monster - Sam Tinnesz
and yes, it's no coincidence that I chose the same song for Azriel...
Day 7: Free Day
First Words - Eris Vanserra x OC!Lyra + Baby Nova
@erisweekofficial
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears
A/N: Wow! Can't believe it's the last day of Eris Week! I had so much fun and cannot wait to catch up on all the new Eris content! This is a piece with my OC!Lyra. It can be read as a standalone and if you enjoy this piece I have many more fluffy pieces featuring Nova in it an a series with Eris and OC!Lyra here
“Can you say papa? Pa pa?” Eris said holding his almost-year-old son, Nova. He was the perfect spitting image of Eris, minus his violet eyes and wings which he had inherited from Lyra. Sweet little Nova stared at Eris with his big violet eyes as if he was taking in hte words Eris had just said. His little brows scrunched and his nose wrinkled. Eris thought he was trying to concentrate. “Go on, Nova, Pa pa.” Eris encouraged.
A rumble came from his lap and Nova’s face relaxed. Eris frowned. He heard an amused laugh from behind him, Bran, one of his younger brothers.
“You are still trying to get him to say papa?” Bran laughed again his matching amber eyes twinkling with amusement.
“He’s going to say papa,” Eris defended trying to not smell whatever his son had released. He was going to have to change him before Lyra came to get him. It was a rare day when Eris had his morning free so he could let Lyra sleep in a bit, now that Nova mostly ate baby food and didn’t need to be by her side at all times.
“Sure he will,” Bran said sitting beside him on the couch and waving at Nova. Nova giggled in response his first few teeth showing. Bran laughed and then scrunched his nose. “By the cauldron, how can something so cute release such a foul odor?”
Nova giggled again.
“Oh is that funny?” Bran cooed pinching Nova’s cheek lightly. “ Can you say Bran? I’ll even settle for Ban,” he encouraged.
Nova blinked at him.
A soft yawn came from Eris's bedroom and he looked behind him to see Lyra leaning on the door.
“Mama!” Nova said excitedly. Eris whipped his head back and looked at his son in disbelief.
“Did he just say?” Eris gasped a smile on his face.
“Mama!” Nova repeated his little voice filled with so much excitement.
“That’s right,” Lyra said stepping closer to the couch. She bent down kissing Eris’s cheek and then kissing Nova’s head. “Are you having a good morning?”
Nova gave her a toothy grin, “mama!”
“You’re taking this better than I thought you would,” Bran commented.
“I’m fine with his first word being mama as long as it isn’t Ban,” Eris replied.
Lyra chuckled, “who’s this?” She pointed to Eris.
“Mama!” Nova answered. Eris frowned.
“Nevermind,” Eris grumbled.
“No, it’s fitting! You were such a mother hen during the pregnancy,” Lyra teased.
“Were?” Bran questioned, “he still is.”
“Why are you here again?” Eris asked his brother.
“I needed my daily dose of Nova,” Bran said making silly faces at Nova. He responded by grabbing at Bran’s face. “He wasn’t at breakfast so I figured I’d come here first before heading out for my duties.”
“Sorry Bran, it was a long night.” Lyra said with a sleepy smile.
“Long cause of Nova or cause of Eris keeping you up?” Bran smirked.
“Out!” Eris growled but Lyra just laughed. Bran hurried out of the room.
Lyra dropped down into Bran’s spot and leaned her head on Eris’s shoulder. Nova was now crawling between the two of them and babbling along, his wings moving every now and then.
“Dada will probably be next,” Lyra said reassuringly her hand squeezing his knee, “it’s just cause he’s a mama’s boy. Just like his dada.”
“Mama,” Nova said as he sat in the small gap between them. He looked up eying both of them expectantly.
“Yep, Mama,” Eris encouraged. “Who am I?”
“Da,” Nova said and mumbled some other gibberish.
Eris’s eyes widened, excitement filling them, “Da, he said Da!”
“He sure did,” Lyra laughed, “though he also mumble some other gibberish.”
“Who am I Nova?” Eris asked again.
Nova stared for a moment. Brows furrowing again. Eris remembered he needed to be changed.
“Oh gods,” Eris groaned preparing.
“Dada,” Nova said as if trying it out, “dadadada dada dada.”
He repeated a toothy grin on his face. Eris cheered and Lyra laughed. Eris scooped up his mini me and cheered. “That’s right! I’m dada!”
“Dada!” Nova giggled.
“Wait till Bran hears!” Eris grinned.
It was now dinner time and Eris had been waiting to brag all day. He was so proud of his son. Two words in one day!
Eris made sure to arrive extra early to the dinner table. Lyra and Nova would meet him here because he was coming from meetings. Hugo arrived first brows raised.
“Are you feeling well?” Hue asked. Eying Eris skeptically.
“I am, I got news,” Eris grinned.
“Lyra’s pregnant?” Hugo asked.
“What? No,” Eris said. At least she didn’t say anything about being pregnant.
Cole and Bran arrived next and Eris smirked at Bran.
“Hey Mama,” Bran teased.
Cole snorted and Hue raised a brow.
“Nova got his first word.” Bran explained to Hue as the Lady of Autumn arrived. Eris hoped Lyra and Nova would show up before Beron. That way he could gloat.
His mother gave him a knowing look. Nova no doubt showcased his two words in tea today.
“Actually he has two words,” Eris corrected.
“Really?” Bran asked, “Ban right.”
“No,” Eris said as the door opened revealing his wife and son who ran to him on wobbly legs.
“Dada!” Nova squealed as Eris scooped him up, beaming with pride.
We might actually have a working concept for Eris Week.
Might.
We'll see...
