⟡ Keeper of the Moon 🌙 ✨️

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Let's do Sleepover Saturday!

So send me asks about:

do you think lucien begged for eris when jesminda was taken in? (first it was just pleading — she didn’t do anything wrong. it was me. i wouldn’t leave her alone. punish me. please, father, my lord, punish me. but then, when the screaming started, it was — where is eris? where is eris? please, eris, please, you said you would protect me. you said you said you said.) do you think beron told lucien that eris was invited to join in but decided it wasn’t worth his time to deal with the low-born faerie filth his brother defiled himself with? do you think beron told lucien that eris knew what was happening and simply didn’t care enough to stop it, that eris was upstairs, drunk and entertaining courtiers? do you think lucien was so fragile in that moment that he believed it without question? do you think lucien heard eris screaming as he was being punished for refusing to participate, but lucien didn’t recognize them because jesminda’s had finally stopped, and there was nothing left for him in the world, let alone a brother who was not there when he begged?

had some fun with picrew :)

i struggled a bit with nesta's hairstyle, because i wanted her to have her signature coronet, but i wasn't really happy with the way the coronet option looked on her so i had to improvise a little lol - just imagine the braids are really messy.

also, peep the lesbian flannel on em hehehehe

(and i gave the females sparkles, because i like women better than men.🫵)

to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing

shipping two characters not in a romantic way and not in a platonic way but in a secret third way

The Big Reveal

(a not quite a fic but more of a silly little something for the one and only @chairofchaos)

“Thanks for your help boys. It’s much appreciated,” Ninth said cooly as she leaned against the structure behind her. 

“I still don’t understand why we had to meet here of all places,” Eris sneered. 

“I’m meeting someone. Anyway, you should probably go now. Thanks again, really.” Pulling her hand from her coat pocket, she thrust it forward towards the High Lord and waited.

Eris gazed down at the offered appendage, calculating what tricks this female probably had up her sleeve. “Why exactly was our presence requested anyway?”

“Ah, well,” Ninth started as she shoved her hand back into her pocket. “I just wanted to thank you in person for allowing me to install this gift here in your court. And I needed Azriel’s help winnowing here.”

Standing slightly back from the duo, Azriel dropped his gaze from the installation she spoke of, nodding once amiably with a graciously shy smile. 

“A gift you say?” Eris peered up once more at the structure, narrowing his eyes at the letters emblazoned there. “Wait a second,” he jolted as the realization hit him. “You never said anything about this being a gift for Chaos!”

“Huh,” Ninth shrugged casually. “I guess I didn’t.”

Azriel snickered softly, ducking his head to hide his face. Eris whirled around staring daggers straight into the Illyrians eyes. “Did you know about this?”

Az’s hands shot up in defense, palms facing outward in surrender. “I plead the fifth.”

Eris growled low in his chest. “The fifth of what? What is going on here?” Frustration building, he whipped back around to face that infuriating female once more. “Who are you anyway?”

Inspecting her manicure with the utmost attention, she didn’t even raise her chin as she pointed upward. Looking once more, Eris read the other word. “Ninth? As in - one that is number nine in a series?” 

“Bingo,” she pointed her index finger at him in a mocking gesture. 

Seeing the flaming color rise to Eris’ pale cheeks, Azriel reached forward and grabbed him by his shoulders, forcibly turning him towards the direction of home. “I think our business here is done. We should head out now,” he stated as he held back his laughter. 

“Oh wait,” Ninth called as she shoved upright. “Before you go, would you be a dear and light this for me?” Digging into her pocket once more, she procured a tiny object. A small, striped candle barely bigger than a matchstick. 

Eris glared first at the object and then at her face. “Is that – a birthday candle?” 

Looking at him like he was at least marginally insane, Ninth quirked her brow. “Yeeeaaah,” she said slowly. “Can you light it or not?” 

Seething with anger and confusion, Eris stood stock still. It was a gentle nudge from his companion that finally urged him into action. “Come on Eris, where is your sense of whimsy?” Az spoke softly.

“Whimsy,” Eris muttered under his breath. “Fifths and ninths and Chaos. Whimsy my a–” with a sharp snap of his uplifted fingers, the small candle burst to life with an equally small flame. 

“Thanks,” Ninth nodded sincerely. 

“You know –” Eris started as Az tucked his arm into his own in an effort to keep him moving in the preferred direction. “I have a few choice words for Chaos.”

Tugging harder and forcing him into step at his side, Az patted along Eris’ shoulder. “I know you do, sweetheart. Another time.”

Left standing all alone, Ninth scuffed her shoe along the cobblestones at her feet and leaned back against the gift and did the only thing left to do — wait.