Eris Vanserra x Fem!OC | Rated: E | Read Ch 1 on AO3
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Something evil stirs in the Autumn Forest, and Eris knows his court is in danger. Soldiers vanish, twisted creatures prowl the countryside, and crops wither away while his father ignores the growing threat.
Across the sea, Gianna of Montesere's privileged life crumbles when she's accused of treason and exiled to Prythian. Stripped of everything, she must learn ruthlessness she never knew she possessed.
When their worlds collide, neither expects to find an ally in the other. But as Eris fights to save his court and Gianna struggles to prove her innocence, they discover their separate mysteries may be connected after all. Together, they must navigate the complexities of trust and survival in a world designed to destroy them both.
This is a slow burn fic with mystery, intrigue, romance, and a dash of humor. Tags will be added per chapter.
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Eris x Female OC | Rated E | Read Here | Start from the Beginning
Quick Story Summary: Something is rotten in Autumn. Eris is determined to figure out what. Too bad a princess from the continent keeps getting in his way. Murder! Mystery! Romance! Hounds behaving badly! (Slow burn, eventual smut, they do get a little freaky)
Gianna approached near-saint Leonine with the same trepidation she reserved for court functions in the palace of Montesere, which is to say, with none at all. It was difficult to fear someone so lovely as her mother, who was beautiful in the way dangerous things often are.
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ErisxOC | Rating: E | Read Chapter 1 (Eris POV) Here
Straight up chapter 2 is like 98% original fiction with some references to ACOTAR, but fear not because we will be getting everyone into one Autumn Court soon. Aka Eris isn't in this chapter.
THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS xoxo yes it's kinda horny. CW blood and sex and a hint of ???????????
Gianna's POV
They found Alois in one of the rooms tucked in the lesser used hallways. He was on a velvet couch, several faeries around him in various states of undress, one palming the front of his navy trousers roughly and the other standing over him, blood trickling down her thigh from a rather lengthy incision and into his eager mouth.
Around the room were other nobles in similar states of ecstasy, flesh set aflame and long tongues lapping at wounds. A male grunting as another rode him from behind, both dressed in the finery of Montesere’s most high ranking courtiers. Scandalized in the corner were several fae from Rask, jaws agape and holding onto one another as though one of them might come adrift and into the welcoming lap of her cousin whose pants were now tugged halfway down his thighs. A pair of servants offered the two guests a sip of liquor, which often was drugged with a kind of mulled fruit that would ensure they would lose themselves.
Al looked over at his sister and smiled, reaching up to fondle the female above him. Gianna rolled her eyes. Not this again.
Beside her, Ludivine trembled, fists clenched and eyes a swirling black as she took in the scene. Gianna had never understood this dynamic between her cousins. A kind of rivalry of the flesh. Where Alois pleasured, Ludivine tormented. Both hunters in their own right. Up until now Ludivine had been too young to participate, but now - today - that would change.
“It’s garden time.” Gianna said. Alois stopped his indulgences at once, and shoved the females off him, not caring as they tumbled to the floor, bleeding and dazed. He tugged his pants up as he approached and stepped over a faerie gasping for air as another's hands closed around their throat.
Chapter 1: The Thought that Counts (In Which Nothing Happens)
Eris x OC | Rated E | Read on AO3 | Read on tumblr below the cut
Gianna of Montesere's life is shattered when her family becomes the target of a chilling assassination attempt. Forced into exile at her estranged father's side in the Autumn court, she embarks on a journey that thrusts her into the treacherous depths of Prythian's most perilous family. Amidst the dazzling highs and heart-wrenching lows of cutthroat politics, Gianna discovers an unexpected love in Eris Vanserra that turns her world upside down.
Warnings: Typical violence and scheming, gambling, old-school slut shaming
Read if you like: slow burn, enemies to lovers, political intrigue, worldbuilding, cute dogs
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Gianna watched her cousin Ludivine pull wishes from the garden fountain. The dark-haired female stood barefoot near the middle, where four ornate lions were perched on a central pillar, mouths opened wide and spewing out thin streams of water. The female carefully navigated around the creatures, one hand bunching the hem of her purple organza dress so it wouldn't be ruined. Then, humming to herself, Ludivine skimmed her hand across the water and stopped to pick up a coin from the bottom of the fountain. She curled her hand around the metal and held it out, eyes glazing over for a moment.
"They wished for a child," she said with a dreamlike quality to her voice, power rippling around her. Then, when she snapped out of the trance, she gave a haughty laugh and tossed it to the ground beside her.
Gianna's other cousin, Alois, a male several decades older than her and Ludivine, smoothed his hair back and held out a hand, not sparing a glance at his sister's antics. The abandoned coin flew to his fingers before he added it to a growing pile beside him.
"It's rude to read the wishes," he said halfheartedly, turning a page of his book. He had been engrossed in the novel for hours. It took Gianna almost no time at all to realize he had switched the book jacket from a historical text to hide the fact that he was reading yet another erotic novel.
Ludivine threw an accusatory glare at her brother. "Since when have you cared?" she said. She chose another coin and read off the wish. "Good health and a long life. Boring!"
This time she tossed the coin to Gianna, who caught the gleaming piece of gold and added it to her own pile at the table she was sitting.
"It's not like they actually come true," she said, meeting Gianna's eyes and then dunking her hand back into the water to fish out another poor fae's dream.
"It's the thought that counts." Gianna countered with a huff. She would rather die than admit it, but she had come here several times under cover of night to add her own wishes to the hundreds in the fountain's basin. The gardens of the Palace of Splendor were open to everyone, including their subjects, so many fae stopped by to offer their dreams in the hope that the Mother would grant them. So far, none of Gianna's dreams of meeting and falling in love with a prince from a neighboring kingdom had come true, but these things didn't happen overnight.
Gianna shifted uncomfortably in her seat and gazed back at the palace. Tonight may be different, she reminded herself. Tonight was her grandfather's birthday, and royals from across the continent were arriving to celebrate at the palace. The males of Montesere were far too hedonistic for her tastes if her cousin Alois was any indicator. More than once, she had caught him under the influence of mirthroot with multiple females squirming beneath him, equally euphoric and unraveling. If she was being honest, she preferred her males to be more traditional, which earned her endless teasing from both her cousins. Montesere was the one place where fae could live out their desires, and many traveled from other kingdoms so they could indulge. The fact that Gianna actively avoided these activities was unusual, at least according to her family.
"Thinking about your depressing males again?" Ludivine sang from the fountain.
Gianna rolled her eyes. "I'm debating how quickly it'll take for Alois to sneak out of the party and into one of our guest's bed chambers tonight," she lied. Alois snorted and threw a coin across the table at Gianna. Ludivine giggled and stepped out of the fountain into her shoes so she could throw her arms around her older brother.
"Oh, we both know that's not going to happen tonight. Alois is banned from leaving the dancehall without a chaperone." She wiggled her eyebrows and squeezed her brother tightly.
"We all have chaperones," he said, pulling her arm away from where she had it tucked under his chin and around his neck.
"True," Ludivine sighed, "some of us are too fabulously slutty." Gianna didn't disagree. If Alois was indulgent, Lulu was downright obscene, at least from what Gianna had heard secondhand from some of the courtiers.
"At least you're aware," Gianna said, biting back a grin. Her cousins both glared before they all broke out into laughs.
"Don't worry, Gigi," Ludivine said, reaching over to pinch her cousin's cheek. "One day, you will meet a male you like and never close your legs again."
"Lulu!" Gianna leaned over the table to grab at her cousin, but the female ducked out of the way.
"It's true!" she teased.
Gianna fought the urge to tell Ludivine that she was one to talk but saw Alois shaking his head. "If you two are going to have a spat, I will find our uncle instead."
"Fine!" Gianna said, gathering all the coins into a pouch, "We should all go bother him anyway. I haven't seen him since he arrived back here from Prythian."
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They found their uncle sparring with some courtiers at the training fields on the other side of the estate. Gianna hadn't seen him for months, but the time away had suited him. His skin was sunkissed, and freckles bloomed on his face, peppering his nose and cheeks. As Montserre's emissary, Mattheo traveled quite a bit. However, Gianna suspected that the captain of his private boat had more to do with the extended absences than actual work as an emissary.
Today, instead of his usual finery, he wore dirty white stockings tucked into wrinkled pants cuffed just below the knee. He had discarded his embroidered jacket in favor of wearing a simple vest. And despite the aggressive parrying back and forth with his rapier, not a single strand of chestnut hair was out of place.
Gianna watched eagerly while her cousins chatted with her uncle's friends. They were young and rakish like Mattheo, and she would be lying if she hadn't thought about pursuing a relationship with one of the males. But she was far too shy - skittish, as Alois would say. And they were far too forward. As though she were emphasizing Gianna's point, Lulu had lain her head across one of the males' lap, letting him get an obvious eyeful of her cleavage spilling out the top of her dress. He reached down to caress her cousin's waist and murmured something to her.
Gianna rolled her eyes and ignored the jealousy burning in her stomach. She knew the yearning would drive her mad one day, but maybe the Prythian half of her heritage gave her pause. She returned her attention to her uncle, who had gained the advantage in his match.
Mattheo stepped forward once, then back twice, then lunged. He parried a particularly clever jab and, noticing his niece's rapt attention, gave her a goofy wink. He was the youngest of her grandfather's children and the most entertaining. Gianna had fond memories of him watching when she was a child and her mother was away. Together they would traipse around the palace grounds, fighting pretend dragons until she was too tired to keep her eyes open.
Now she saw only him whenever he was between travels, which was far too infrequent as it was. She had asked to go with him once, but her mother declined, leaving no room for discussion. So, for now, she'd settle for hearing her uncle's stories.
Finally, the two males stopped sparring, Mattheo deftly disarming his companion. He handed his rapier to a servant and grabbed a cloth to wipe the sheen from his forehead.
"What brings you three to this part of the estate?" he said.
"Boredom!" Lulu wailed, sitting up and pouting her lips in practiced sadness. "There's simply nothing to do! We've been kicked out until the party."
Mattheo chuckled and patted her head, "Perhaps it is because you three are the root of all trouble for the servants."
Alois cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at their uncle. "Three?"
Their uncle let out a hearty laugh. "Am I to understand that all of you were not responsible for turning one of the guest suites into a gambling den?"
"The one you gladly attended?" Alois replied cooly.
"The one in which I won all your little games?" Mattheo replied with a smirk. Gianna rolled her eyes at them both.
He was right. Nearly a month ago, they had quietly converted a suite into a betting parlor. It had initially been Alois' idea, but the trio had been bored and spent their evenings slowly bringing in and rearranging furniture. Alois was careful to admit only the courtiers he knew were hungry to climb the ranks of court. Lulu had brought in some of her friends to entertain their guests. And Gianna, well, Gianna had played. Card games were her specialty - something that Mattheo had taught her when she had gotten too old to play dragon-hunters anymore. Eventually, their parents caught wind of their endeavors and shut the establishment down only after Mattheo emptied the den funds with his bets.
"You cheated," Alois said. He had been insisting this ever since Mattheo had won every single game the last night the gambling den had been running.
"Perhaps? Or perhaps you aren't as good as you think you are," her uncle replied. Alois shifted and flexed a hand.
Sensing that neither male would back down, Gianna jangled her bag of coins to get their attention.
"How about a rematch at cards?" she said. "We brought coins!"
Thankfully, the tension melted away at her suggestion. Alois backed down and took the bag from his cousin. Mattheo grinned wide and looked back at his friends, still doting on Lulu. One handed her a handkerchief to wipe her false tears.
"We should," he said, "before your cousin charms my friends away."
