Eris Vanserra x Fem!OC | Rated: E | Read Ch 1 on AO3
For Day 4 of @erisweekofficial Special thanks to my beta @whisperingmidnights, and also @themadmorrigan who really made this banner shine ✨
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.
👇🏻👇🏻 Let me know in the comments if you want on the tag list. 👇🏻👇🏻
The plan is to really just focus on this fic for the foreseable future. Erislain and some of my two shots will get updates, but we're firmly on the BITW TRAIN.
No beta, we die like Beron. But in all seriousness, this is just a casual thing I whipped up. I'm not quite comfortable with short fiction so this was good practice.
FYI Gianna has two cousins, Al and Ludivine, whom I love to slot in simply because the dynamic is entertaining to write. If you wanna read more, I'll be posting Blood in the Wine later this year and some drabbles here and there in the meantime.
Anyway, enjoy a quick 1k under the cut. Rated...M? ish? idk it's just a vibe OKAY?!
Tags: @whisperingmidnights @ninthcircleofprythian @nocasdatsgay @daycourtofficial @climbthemountain2020 @jon-snows-man-bun @queercontrarian @acourtofladydeath- idk who cares about OC stuff so lemme know if you want on or off the BITW train. Divider by @tsunami-of-tears
Eris had long since lost track of time when he opened the sixth bottle of wine. Across from him, Gianna leaned over the table, face flushed a delicious pink as her eyes darted between her cards. Their engagement party had ended hours ago, but she had insisted, as did her cousins who were now flanking her at the table, on just one more game.
It was now several games later. Eris had unbuttoned his shirt just a hair, and relished the feeling of Gianna running her bare foot along his calf. Slowly. Adoringly. At first, it wasn’t clear if she was teasing him, but a subtle curve of her lips as she brushed past his knee was enough for him to know. They were supposed to be playing Primes, a children’s party game from the continent. Gianna was playing another game entirely.
“Hurry up!” Ludivine whined. She wobbled in her seat next to Eris. Like Gianna, she’d abandoned her sparkling heels, had progressively loosened the strings of her gown, and unpinned her chestnut hair until she’d looked thoroughly ravished by the Malbec they were drinking.
“Hush, I’m thinking.” Gianna said. Her hand wavered over the card furthest on the left. And then, she plucked a different one entirely, placing it on the pile between them. A Lady of Hearts. She hummed, satisfied, and ran her foot a little higher. If it weren’t for the company, Eris might have insisted she crawl under the table instead. They were tucked away in one of the spare rooms on the southern side of the Forest house, far away from the court’s prying eyes. Still, it wasn’t a secret how much he adored making her beg for him. How he loved the way she cried his name so sweetly.
“Last card, by the way,” she said with a wink. Gianna finished her wine and leaned back in her seat. She held the glass to Ludivine who dutifully refilled it to the brim.
“Mother’s tits,” Alois groaned. “I swear you cheat.” Gianna’s other cousin drew a card and then another before he placed a Lady of Spades on the top of the pile. His cravat was barely tied at this point and he’d run his hand through his hair one too many times. Gianna rolled her eyes.
“I never cheat.” She scowled at Eris. “Unlike someone.”
Eris smiled and tossed Jack of Spades onto the pile.
“I’ve never cheated in my life.” He fingered the stem of his glass and returned Gianna’s wink. She’d never gotten over that one game they played (and she lost) from nearly half a century ago.
Gianna kicked him.
“Well, I believe you Gigi,” Ludivine slurred. She slapped down a Jester. “Now draw four. And the court is diamonds.” Gianna obliged. Alois groaned again. Chance was apparently not on his side tonight.
By now, Gianna’s foot was nearly between Eris’s legs, gently rubbing up his thigh in small, gentle strokes. Her cousins must be abysmally drunk to have not noticed. She was slouched in her seat, leaning back as though simply fatigued from a night of drinks and engagement games. How many times had she done this to one of the Autumn courtiers during her salons? Eris didn’t want to think about that.
Another round went by with no clear winner. Another bottle was consumed (primarily by Ludivine). But Eris managed to catch Gianna’s foot before she had the chance to press it at the growing bulge in his trousers. Across from him, she stilled. He wasn’t normally one to admire feet, but there was something erotic about holding onto hers. He rubbed a thumb over the ball of her foot and she jerked back with a grimace. Her knee hit the table, and sent the wine bottle tumbling to the floor.
"Mother's tits, Gianna, can you stop trying to rub his cock?" Alois groaned. “We are playing cards.” Ludivine slapped a hand over her mouth. Her shoulders trembled, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
"I'm not the one with a foot fetish!” Gianna whined. She attempted to pull herself from Eris’s grasp and failed. Very, very few things scandalized her, so Eris was pleased to know he’d found at least one other thing to torment her with. He placed his final card on the pile, a Lord of Hearts. The other three gaped at the card.
"I win," Eris said. He let go of Gianna’s foot and stood from the table. At last, he could slip away and claim a few hours' rest before his father demanded his presence for a gauntlet of meetings in the morning.
Ludivine attempted to grab his arm but plummeted to the floor instead.
"Wait, are you leaving? Boo!" She tossed a shoe at him. “I want a rematch!”
“Are you even able to stand?” Eris asked, raising a brow. The female attempted to push herself up, failed, and stuck out her tongue. He hummed. Ludivine may have just recently come of age, but she certainly still acted like a child.
When he turned to face Gianna, she was scowling. It was charming how something as simple as losing a game soured her mood. He took her hand from where it rested on her remaining cards and pressed his lips against the back of it. The diamond on her engagement ring glinted in the firelight.
Gianna made no move to stop him, still looked upon him with disdain, but he caught the scent of her interest.
Alois had abandoned his drink to haul his sister from the floor. He winced as she elbowed him in the ribs because she could most certainly stand on her own! And she insisted on that rematch. It was not an option! He sighed in resignation.
“I’m out. Those two are one fight away from fucking.”
Crossing her arms, Ludivine wrinkled her nose. She did nothing to help her brother get her into her chair again.
“Okay and?” Ludivine said. “Like you haven’t fucked someone in front of all of us before!” Alois sputtered at this, and launched into an explanation Eris had no interest in hearing. He passed Gianna without a word, but he felt her eyes on his back as he left for his room. He’d give her fifteen minutes before she joins him.
😳 What’s the most embarrassing thing they’ve walked in on the other doing?
Gianna and Eris
They are not the same.
Gianna has put on Eris’s clothes, paraded around their bedroom dressed like him, imitated the tone and cadence of his voice, and has gone as far as to get herself off in his clothes. I’m not talking about an oversized poet shirt deal. I’m talking she’s wearing the whole nine yards: trousers with fancy socks, boots, a linen shirt and embroidered jacket + cravat.
She’s sitting on the floor in front of the mirror with his clothes on, legs spread and hand down her (his) pants when he walks in. They are making eye contract via the mirror.
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Meanwhile Gianna’s only had the pleasure of listening to Eris talk to his dogs and then speak for them as though they are replying to him. He has different voices for all the hounds, some deep, some falsetto, some with an accent. When she first heard him he was staging an argument between Toffee and Dacquoise about who peed in his shoes. Now she talks to the dogs and waits for Eris to respond as the dog in question.
So I'm doing this thing where I write something quickly, make small edits and post. Truly a no beta sitch. I have two goals:
Put perfectionism in a box and run over the box with my car (drabbles) by posting lightly edited first drafts 😫😫😫
get in the habit of writing after a long break
Rating: PG | Words: ~400 | Pairing: Eris Vanserra x OC | No beta 🤡
tags: @whisperingmidnights @nocasdatsgay @ninthcircleofprythian @daycourtofficial @lady-of-tearshed @danseurdesfleurs @climbthemountain2020 @acourtofladydeath @aurorasleeps-27 @seasttarr @queercontrarian @tadpolesonalgae idk who else wants on the Blood in in the Wine train. Let me know and I'll tag you in the ensuing chaos hehe.
See the end for some important notes!
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Gianna thought about killing Eris again. It happened now and again, that fleeting thought of choking him with a ribbon from her corset, or shoving her underwear so far down his throat he gagged as she held his nose. Tonight, seated in his reading chair, she debated hurling a rather expensive looking vase at his head.
He was preoccupied, to say the least. Still pouring over the day’s correspondence, Eris hadn’t noticed that Gianna had not only shed her stockings, but also her dress, her corset, and of course, her undergarments. Nor did he realize that she had draped herself so that he could see all that he owned of her.
“I should fuck your brother,” Gianna said. She toyed with the pearl hanging off her choker. This was actually getting embarrassing. Here she was (naked) and there he was (clothed, uninterested). He hadn’t even looked up to admire her.
“Which one?” Eris scribbled something on a page of parchment and added it to the pile on his left.
“I don’t know. All of them,” Gianna said. “At the same time!” Eris didn’t respond immediately, though he sighed, just barely.
“You barely have enough stamina with me. All of them at once may kill you.”
“Excuse me!” Gianna said. It didn’t matter her voice went up an octave. “I have plenty of stamina! You are an animal!”
The corner of Eris’s mouth turned up, just barely. That was enough. Gianna picked up a stocking, balled it up, and tossed it at his head, missing. Then the other, still missing. Her dress didn’t make it across the room. She pulled the band of her underwear back on her thumb and shot it across the room, hitting him in the face. Eris stopped writing.
He grabbed the pair and inhaled deeply.
Gianna’s face burned when he met her gaze. It didn’t matter that they were married. It didn’t matter that he saw her naked every day, had bent her over his desk more times than she could count. When he looked at her like that, her mind felt syrupy. Gianna gaped, then swallowed.
“I’d like those back, actually.” At least she could say that.
Eris shrugged and stuffed the lacy pair into his trouser pocket. “When I’m finished.” he said and then returned to scribbling.
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If you liked this, check out the other drabble with Eris and Gianna's cousins! (or check out the tag #bitwouttakes on my blog.)
If you wanna read the main fic (that's a bit more polished and representative of my actual writing 😂), check back here on September 20th(ish), where I'll be posting the first chapter of my Eris x OC Fic, Blood in the Wine. It's a political drama with *whimsy* OR you can join my tag list! Just let me know in the comments <3
If you wanna vote on what scenario I write next, click here. Thanks for reading!
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.
