#Queen vassa

[yaralulu]

why do the band of exiles have a bright pink couch in their house and why do i just know jurian was the one who bought it.he got it as a joke to piss lucien off and they never got the chance to return it, now they’re all too attached to it and can’t bring themselves to replace it.like yeah it’s the most atrocious couch you’ll ever see but it’s their couch 🤷.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #jurian acotar #queen vassa #band of exiles #pro lucien vanserra #they’re so silly to me #sjm books

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 3

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

What happened after Eris and reader were caught fooling around at the House of Wind?

Part 1 (Drabble) Part 2 Part 4

Warnings: sexual content, language, alcohol

One would have thought we were in the Winter Court, or perhaps an iced over Hel by the chill that took over the balcony.

My father’s mask of icy rage appeared less as a mask and more as a permanent fixation plastered on at the sight of Eris standing so closely to me. Uncle Rhys stared vacantly, with a slight hint of indifference masking his own face. Surely he was communicating with someone. Aunt Feyre? My father? Who knows.

It was my mother who let out a gasp, placing a hand over her chest. Her face glazed over as she spoke out to nobody in particular.

“The burning flame drives away the wild shadow.”

Whatever the hel THAT meant.

Well, whatever the hel it did mean clearly upset my mother as her eyes lined with silver, looking between Eris and I.

My father clenched his fists, beginning to launch forward in a stance promising violence against Eris.

Before I could scream at him to stop, Rhys shot out his power, instantly placating my father. Once again eliciting a gasp from my mother.

Eris stood still. A smirk plastered on his face. Whether that be his own mask or true amusement at the chaos unfolding around - I didn’t know. While my more sensible side should have taken over, heat warmed my insides at the sight of that amused gleam in his eyes, the tilted corner of his mouth. So fucking hot.

Between the chaos of Rhys trying to settle my father, my gawking at Eris in all his - well, just HIM in general - nobody noticed the palpable rage emanating from Lucien. While my mother chose my father over him, and Lucien and Vassa were living in marital bliss, the bond between mother and Luc was merely rejected and not broken. They had deemed it too much of a risk to face the effects of a broken bond and were able to become friends over the years. Clearly, Lucien was feeling whatever my mother had inadvertently cast through their barely in tact bond - as the mating instinct kicked in.

One moment, Lucien stood with a muscle ticking in his jaw, the next he’d winnowed in front of Eris in a whirl of fists, and feet, and flame.

Nobody dared intervene in the battle between a High Lord and another High Lord’s heir - a fight that certainly would have ramifications if it weren’t for the fact that the two were brothers who did care for eachother in their own messed up way.

My father stood, arms crossed, expression clouded with rage - though a slight gleam of satisfaction shone in his eyes at the sight of Eris getting his ass kicked - but mostly, it was icy rage showing there. He should be the one dueling it out with the male who triggered my mother’s upset, fucked his daughter, and that he just all around couldn’t stand anyway. If it wasn’t for Uncle Rhys ordering him otherwise, he would be joining in against Eris.

Fortunately, Eris was holding his own as he and Lucien landed blows to eachother at the same time. Eris wouldn’t have stood a chance against both my father and Lucien.

Lucien could be heard over the tangle shouting “You fucked my mate’s daughter!?”

Eris only chuckled as he continued pummeling his brother.

At that, Vassa who had stepped onto the balcony soon after Lucien had winnowed in, rolled her eyes mumbling something about needing another drink before walking over to Elain and extending an arm. Father, of course, was too busy glaring at the brawl before him - his shadows hissing with rage - to notice as the females exited the balcony together.

The two males began throwing sloppier hits, breathing heavier, flames simmering as they wore themselves down. It was Helion who finally burst onto the balcony using a powerful voice, the commanding voice of a High Lord, “Enough! Both of you!” sending a flare of power he cleaved the two apart, surrounding each with a shield that they couldn’t break out of.

Eris crossed his arms, taking a casual stance that oozed arrogance.

Lucien stood straight, eyes shooting daggers at his brother.

Helion approached me saying, “Come Y/N, you’ve seen enough of this idiocy.” and escorted me from the balcony. Leaving only my father, Rhys, Lucien, and Eris remaining. Helion turned back toward the males before stepping inside stating “the wards stay up until everyone can settle.”

I looked back to Eris with a wink. He only smirked back with feline amusement. He clearly had no regrets - and honestly, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret anything either.

Helion escorted me to one of the open bars, signaled for two shots of amber liquor. The barkeep worked remarkably quick as two glasses appeared before either of us could utter a word. Helion raised a glass to mine with a “Cheers to an evening well spent in the Night Court - never a dull affair.” I smirked before throwing the shot back.

“Thank you for separating those two.” I remarked. Helion only grinned. “Somebody had to - otherwise they would have been at it all night. Lucien eventually would have won though.” He winked. “He has my stamina.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Helion was always kind to me, with a sense of humor that aligned with my own. He made countless odious court functions far more tolerable with his wit and overall charisma. I couldn’t blame the males and females that fought tooth and nail for a night in his bed. Hell, if he didn’t feel like an honorary Uncle figure to me, I would gladly take any opportunity for a roll in the sheets with the gorgeous male.

Helion raised an eyebrow, casting his gaze behind me as Nyx quickly approached us. Most would see him as collected and unbothered, wearing the same mask as his father, but I could recognize the frantic look in his eye.

“Helion.” He greeted with a charming smile and a nod of the head. “Excuse me while I steal away my lovely cousin for a moment.”

I extended my hand toward Helion who placed a kiss to it. “Try to stay out of trouble, lady. Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”

I laughed, knowing damn well there was nothing he wouldn’t do. “Bye, Helion.”

Nyx looped his arm through mine stating, “You’ve got about two minutes before your father is in here looking for you. Dad sent me a warning that Azriel is on his way back from the balcony and he is pissed.”

“Shocking” I sighed. My heart racing just a bit though as this was absolutely NOT the conversation I wanted to have with my father right now. For fucks sake, I am an adult after all. I can sleep with whomever I want so long as there is mutual consent.

“Come on.” Nyx smirked nodding his head toward the exit, “Let’s get out of here.”

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It was 30 minutes later that Nyx, myself, and Adish found ourselves at our favorite bar(that our parents didn’t frequent). Rita’s was great, truly, the owners kept up with the times, making it appealing to younger and older fae alike. However, we had no intentions of going there and risking any of the Inner Circle showing up tonight. So, our favorite hole-in-the-wall joint it was.

Nyx threw back the shot before him, the colorful lights of the bar reflecting off his raven black hair - his wings involuntarily tucking in tight as the Cinnamon Whiskey I’d ordered us hit the back of his throat.

Adish simply laughed. “One of the most powerful fae in Prythian’s history and you can’t keep a straight face with a simple shot of whiskey. Get it together, Nyxie.”

“Come on, now.” I cut in. “You’re at an unfair advantage here considering you could throw back a literal flaming shot without wincing. We can’t all be so lucky as to have fire burning within us.”

Of course Adish couldn’t help himself as a wink and Helion’s sense of humor jumped out, “I could fix that.”

I rolled my eyes “Thanks for the generous offer, Adish. But, I’ve got your Uncle to help scratch that particular itch.”

“Good gods.” Nyx muttered. “I need more alcohol.” Adish nodded in agreement. We chatted and drank for an hour before two gorgeous forest nymphs strode by looking the two males before me up and down with lust in their bright green eyes, their long legs barely covered by their mini skirts. Nyx and Adish turned to watch them, eyes trailing the females all the way to the dance floor before returning their gazes back to me.

“You two are insufferable.” I mused. “Go. Have fun.”

They thought on it for all of a second before hurrying out of their seats. “Oh, Nyx, if anyone asks, I stayed at your apartment tonight…. And all day tomorrow.”

Before Nyx could protest, I added, “Best get going before the males flirting with your nymphs take them home - and you two leave with nothing but your hands company.”

Without further hesitation, Nyx and Adish were off to the dance floor - and I was off to the Autumn Court.

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Winnowing in to the Autumn Court’s keep - I removed the hood from my cloak, discreetly revealing my face to the guard of a rear entrance into the residential quarters. The guard opened the door with a grunt allowing me to stride through the quiet corridors toward Eris’ chamber.

I didn’t bother knocking on his door - there was no way he had time to make it back here and find himself evening companionship in such a short period of time. Even if he did, I’m sure we could all have a good time.

The smell of crackling fire and roasting chestnuts greeted me granting a minor relief as the scent was fresh. Well, he made it back alive then - at least there’s that. Not that I was actually concerned for his safety. I knew he’d make it back just fine and preferably with all of my favorite parts in tact.

I sauntered to a drawer where my favorite lace underthings were stored. Nothing quite suited the mood I was in tonight - so I decided against anything in the drawer and summoned my shadows.

Was this what my shadows were intended to be used for? Absolutely not - but they had no objections when it came to Eris. They were rather fond of him - much to my chagrin. Stripping out of my clothes, my shadows whispered over my naked form, trailing over to cover just the places I willed them. A shadow barely covering my full breasts, darkened but with just a tempting hint of transparency, allowing the outline of my nipples to show through.

One shadow thinly settled over my waist, while its tendrils drifted downward to my thighs, circling around them tightly as garters would. My most bold shadow covered the front of my pussy, leaving an opening right over its already dripping center, and coming back together at my ass, a shadowy imitation of a crotchless thong.

This was my - well, their - best work yet. I heard Eris stepping out of the tub in his bathing chamber as I spread myself on his bed - his own personal feast to devour.

Heat pooled in my core like burning flames as my pulse thrummed with anticipation.

“Well” his low voice growled, stepping into the room, “my little minx came out to play.”

Eris tsk’ed, strutting to the edge of the bed with confident ease. He looked like a damned deity with only a towel slung low around his waist, his abdominal muscles trailing into an enticing “v” that narrowed down into his towel teasingly close to exactly what I wanted to see, to lick, to taste to my heart’s content. My mouth watered at the sight of him.

Not letting him catch a glimpse of how badly I needed him I cooed, “Aww, Eris, did you miss me?”

Without replying, he grabbed my ankles yanking me to the edge of the bed, a squeal escaping my lips that I wasn’t particularly proud of.

“You left me in quite the compromising position back there, little one.”

I wrapped my legs around his torso, tugging him closer to the edge of the bed - leaving just enough of a gap between the apex of my thighs and his body that he could see my exposed sex. “It seemed to me that you were more than capable of handling yourself, High Lord.”

“Fuck,” he growled, as he leaned down, wrapping his muscled arms around me and hauling me up against him in one fell swoop. Chills spread through me as his teeth tugged at my earlobe. His voice turning dangerously low, “Do they know where you are tonight?”

“Is this what you want right now, Eris? To talk about my family?” He turned, making long strides toward the nearest wall, effectively pinning me in place. One hand raised to wrap around my neck, constricting only on the sides - slowing the circulation beneath just enough to lighten my head in the most pleasurable of ways.

“What I want, is a direct answer Y/N.” Squeezing his fingers just a bit tighter for emphasis. “Do they know where you are?”

“They think I’m staying at Nyx’s place tonight.”

Eris smirked, smugly replying, “Good. I’d hate for your father to burst in here while you’re screaming ‘Daddy.’”

I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips at the threat in his words. He was NOT going to go easy on me tonight.

Good.

Releasing the grip on my neck, Eris reached between us, loosening the towel around his waist and letting gravity do the rest. Looking down, my mouth watered at the sight of his very evident arousal.

The look in his eyes turned predatory as my shadows gently vibrated in anticipation of what was to come.

“Sweet girl, I love when you take control, but tonight - you are mine to fuck however I please.”

A desperate, pleading little moan fell from my lips at the danger in his tone.

Eris raised an eyebrow in response, “Eager to be disciplined, little one?”

I locked my eyes with his, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth to the point of pain as I nodded.

A chuckle bordering villainous escaped him - “Words, darling. Use your words.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well. Let’s begin.”

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Eris (earlier that night)

The balcony had emptied out save for Eris, Rhysand, and Azriel. The latter shaking with violent rage.

Eris could remember years ago when Azriel had given him a small taste of the power he could exude should he be provoked. Looking at the rage on his face now, he knew that the anger Azriel felt then was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Eris almost felt guilty - almost.

Fortunately, should the Shadowsinger pounce, Eris could hold his own given the power bestowed upon him when taking the Autumn Court’s throne.

It was likely Rhyand’s earlier command and the fact that Eris was now a High Lord himself that kept the Shadowsinger from attacking.

Keeping his arrogant facade in place, Eris cleared his throat. “Call off your dog, Rhysand. Let’s talk this out High Lord to High Lord.”

Azriel’s cold voice cut in before his High Lord could respond - “You’ll be praying for a dog to rip you apart by the time I’m through with you.”

Rhysand held up a hand. “Enough Azriel, you can take your wrath out on Eris at a later time.” Amusement shown in the Night Court High Lord’s eyes. “I, for one, would like to hear what Eris has to say about this particular situation.”

Eris looked to Azriel and back to Rhysand, “I would like to speak to you in private.”

The ground shook with the flare of Azriel’s rage from the implied exclusion but Rhysand considered the request. Shrugging off the spymaster’s look that all but screamed don’t you fucking dare - he motioned toward the entryway. “Come then, let’s speak in my office.”

Rhysand escorted Eris to an office space within the House of Wind, tucked at the end of a quiet corridor, far from the earshot of any attendees. A flicker of motion in a dark corner not lit by firelight caught his attention. “I’ve known you for centuries now Rhysand, you think I don’t see the shadow listening to us in the corner?”

The High Lord dramatically rested a hand over his heart in mock offense. “What is it with all of this ‘Rhysand’ business? You wound me, Eris.”

Eris smirked with amusement. “If you see me as a friend worthy of speaking on such a casual basis - you will dismiss the shadow.”

Clearly communicating with the Shadowsinger, Rhysand’s expression glazed over for a moment and the shadow exited the room. Rhys then threw up wards around the space.

“Now, what is so pressing that my Spymaster couldn’t be involved in this conversation?”

“Despite the fact that I am fucking his daughter and would prefer to keep the details of the arrangement between her and I?”

A wave of darkness rolled off the High Lord at the crude mention of his niece. “Careful, Eris.”

A lazy grin crossed the Autumn Court High Lord’s face. “Care to make a bargain?”

Twenty minutes and a bargain tattoo later, Eris and Rhys exited the study together.

“Remember,” Eris said. “NOBODY finds out the details of our discussion. If the Shadowsinger or his daughter are made aware, I have every right to retaliate accordingly.”

Rhys simply picked at an invisible speck of dust on his tailored jacket, a casual irreverence masking his features. “Good luck, Eris. You’re going to need it.”

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Stay tuned for Part 4!

A/n: I know you all have patiently waited for this and I want to thank you for your patience! January was an insane month (in good ways!) and it caused a delay for me. I hope you all like enjoy this new part. I will be adding at least one more part to the series.

Tags: @b0xerdancer

#acotar #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #azriel shadowsinger #eris x reader #eris smut #nyx archeron #elain archeron #queen vassa #lucien vanserra #rhysand #bad idea right #inspired by Olivia Rodrigo #inspired by a song #azriel daughter #Elain archeron daughter #elain x azriel #eris x oc #acotar fanfiction #started at a Drabble now we’re here

[lorcandidlucienwill]

SJM really said, let's create these redheaded characters, make them the hottest characters in the series, then also give them the most tragic backstories known to man.

#lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #gwyneth berdara #lady of autumn #queen vassa #vassa acotar #bryce quinlan

[lib-arts]

Elain Archeron + Band of Exiles✨

It's not about friendship, just drawings so keep calm

art by me

#acotar #band of exiles #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #jurian x vassa #vassa acotar #queen vassa #jurian acotar #sjm #a court of thorns and roses

[whatisamettafor]

I want this thruple so bad.

#acotar #queen vassa #lucien x vassa #vassa acotar #jurian x vassa #jurian acotar #lucien vanserra #jurassien

[kopfkino-o]

"You only ship Vassien because you're an Elriel".

Um, no??? I ship Vassien because a romance between these two would be hot. And the plot for their story would be so amazing. The son of the spell-cleaver falling for a cursed queen in a Vasilisa the Beautiful inspired re-telling?

Bitch, sign me tf up. Like that's the sort of stuff I'm foaming at the mouth to read about.

#vassien is love #vassien is live #i ship them so hard #vassien #pro vassien #lucien vanserra #queen vassa

[harperbrynne]

Band of Exiles Headcanon

#jurian acotar #vassa acotar #lucien acotar #jurian x vassa #vassa x jurian #band of exiles #the band of exiles #jurian and vassa #vassa and jurian #lucien vanserra #acotar lucien #king jurian #queen vassa #acofas #a court of frost and starlight #acotar memes #acotar series

[reblogandlikes]

Dipped a toe and snooped in the pro IC and Co. tag just for shits and giggles and it's crazy how so many can't seem to comprehend general criticism of the acotar books and will call people or stans of other characters abusive and idiots and whatever else for simply being a stan of (name character) but do not see the total hypocrisy in their own faves. The abusive nature of their faves. The favoritism towards their faves. The manipulation both from and of their faves.

Many resfuse to see how all over the place SJM writing generally is and I find it hilarious how when it's stated that SJM retcon blatantly to fit the 1st person narrative of the book it's bullshit people and antis are hating for no reason, but as soon as it comes to ACOSF it's lies pandering to pro Nesta despite the story being written in 3rd person from both Nesta and Cassian's POV. I'm sorry, your fave Rhysand has always been a dick. They'd take everything in first books as gospel, but the moment it's Nesta's or even Bryce’s, it's not true? It's biased. It doesn't count.

Hmm...odd

I don't like ACOSF. The story wasn't about healing, but beating a character down into submission and as a Nesta stan, I still critique it because...I can and I will. Cassian can go fall down those stairs and give the usefulness of his wings to Emerie.

If they want to read the books blindly, go ahead, but don't get mad when others actually internalise and think about the messages being spoken. Everyone digest media differently, and that's OK. I personally like reading about ambiguous and indepth characters. Not a fan of being told how to feel and what to think. The ability to ready between the lines and pick up things that aren't in big neon writing is preferable. SJM has the capability, generally, which from what I've seen, is why TOG is far better recieved, even with the criticism.

They say if we hate Rhysand or Feyre so much, why keep reading? Well, at this fucking point, we're all too deep in this shit show to stop. Call it morbid curiosity. These books have made me a masochist.

If you're an anti blog, keep doing your thing. If you're a pro blog, same thing. Who cares? We find our communities and have fun talking shit. But the unnecessary harsh name calling over something supposedly "not that deep" is wild.

#sjm critical #acotar #acowar #acomaf #acofas #acosf #anti rhysand #anti ic #anti feysand #pro nesta #pro tamlin #pro eris vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #jurian #queen vassa #feyre acheron #elain archeron #anti #pro #reading comprehension #critical #stan culture #wtf sjm #acotar critical

[yaralulu]

Vassien is such a funny ship to me because vassa and jurian are literally said to be “at each others throats” (they wanna fuck if you couldn’t tell) and their stories literally align with both of them ruling the humans together one day but yes vassa and lucien are the obvious endgame 👌.

#acotar #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #pro lucien vanserra #pro elucien #pro elain #queen vassa #jurian x vassa

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Hello lovely!! Would you ever do a part 2 to Bad Idea right? Maybe the IC finds out about reader and Eris? 👀👀

I had planned for Part 1 to be a drabble only but I loved your ask so much that it’s going to be a short series now! I present to you, part 2. Thank you for this fun request!

Bad Idea, Right? - Part 2

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

Sleeping with a male your dad hates is fun… until you get caught.

A follow up to the drabble “Bad Idea, Right?”

Part 3

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language

Holy mother and all the bullshit gods my ancestors prayed to, I’m so royally fucked.

A necklace. A damned necklace, and my family’s overall inability to mind their own business, sent everything spiraling.

Nobody paid any mind to the jewelry I chose for Starfall until Amren set her eyes on the unique amber and gold hued necklace dangling from my neck - coveting the thing. Its unique jewels apparently something she’d never seen in her over 15,000 years of living.

Lucien, who had come with Vassa, Jurian, and Helion in tow, of course, overheard the conversation. With his wealth of knowledge and abundant need to be the biggest know-it-all in the room, Lucien chimed in that the gems came from the Autumn Court, typically only worn by the leading family and their closest affiliates. His brows furrowed with contemplation as he waived a hand toward my décolletage asking, “Which makes me wonder, where did you come across this piece?”

Damn it, Lucien.

And damn it, Eris. Leave it the prick to give me a gift that’s as much of a pain in my ass as he is.

Reading the look on my face, Lucien and Vassa’s son, my childhood best friend, Adish cut in- “Oh, I uh, I gave it to her for her birthday a couple of years ago. I’m surprised you two forgot.”

Lucien and Vassa looked to eachother in contemplation, not totally buying it, but not pressing further.

I mouthed a “thank you” to Adish before Amren pulled me back in to inspect the piece further.

Naturally, Uncle Rhys had step in at that moment - reusing the same joke that I have heard a hundred times since I was a child - Amren is a firedrake who will snatch the necklace right off me blah, blah, blah.

“It really is a lovely piece.” Aunt Feyre joined in, my mother, Aunt Nesta, and father with her. The three sisters inspecting it closely.

Holy shit, have these people never seen a necklace before?

I could have sworn that one of my shadows rolled it’s not existent eyes in agreement.

“Where did you get that?” Dad asked. “Apparently I need to keep it in mind for your mother and aunts for Solstice.”

“Oh, um, it’s from the Autumn Court, Adish gave it to me two years ago for my birthday.” I replied, innocently tracing a finger along the gems as I gave a forced smile.

It was then that my all-to-observant, spymaster jr., little sneak of a sister made her presence known. “No he didn’t! Adish got you a scarf from the continent that year.”

How the hell did this little shit remember these things!?

“Whatever, Azalea, it must have been a different year then.”

“No sissy! He never bought you a necklace - he bought you a bracelet, and two pairs of earrings, but never a necklace.”

Good gods. This child.

Rolling my eyes at my snoop of a sister, I coolly replied “Whatever, Azzy, I suppose my memory isn’t quite as good as yours.” Silently praying to whoever would listen that nobody pressed further. Dad’s shadows agitated but settled when my own shadows wound over to mingle with them.

Amren gave me a suspicious look that could only mean trouble - but fortunately kept her mouth shut. As the remainder of the group dispersed to interact with the crowd, Amren grabbed my arm.

“Be careful, girl. I know better than to tell you what to do, just… keep your wits about you.”

Her intense eyes locked with mine to which I shrugged the comment off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I am not a fool, girl. I do not know you to be one either. Be careful.” the tiny fae chided as she sauntered off to find Varian.

Keeping a collected facade but needing some fresh air, I casually made my way toward a secluded balcony on the backside of the House of Wind.

Finally free of the crowd, I released all of the tension I’d been holding in, taking deep breaths in an effort of calming my nerves. I am an adult capable of making my own choices but… given the inner circles complicated history with Eris, and my fathers overall hatred of the male, I’d rather nobody know that we fuck each others brains out on occasion.

Frowning down at the necklace, I muttered curses to it that would make my mother, dear sweet Elain, keel over.

Too wrapped up in berating the jewelry, I didn’t notice the male behind me. I startled at the smooth voice cutting through the silence, his low tone dripping in lust. “Ah, little Shadowsinger, If you’d prefer a ring instead, I’m sure we could arrange that. Though I do say the necklace compliments your lovely assets quite well.” His eyes roved hungrily up and down my body, a primal gaze darkening those amber eyes and filled my core with heat. I nearly rolled my eyes back into my head as the intoxicating scent of mahogany and crackling fire filled my nostrils.

Regaining my wits and refusing to let him see how he effected me, I met those bedroom eyes with nothing but contempt. “Fuck off, Eris. Why are you here?”

He stepped closer. I stood my ground, no way was I going balk away from the challenge.

“Come now, little one, is that any way to speak to a High Lord? I was invited to the celebration tonight, as all of Prythian’s leaders were.”

Fair enough, but I wouldn’t let him win that easily. Waving him off, I commanded “Go find somewhere else to be a pain in the ass.”

Eris closed the distance, grabbing the wrist I had waived him away with. His head dipped down as his plush lips grazed the shell of my ear. His deep, sensual voice sent chills through me as he replied, “I can only promise pleasure when it comes to that beautiful ass, Y/N.”

Releasing my hand, Eris reached both hands around me, palms pressing into my ass as his fingers hitched my dress up to expose my thighs and barely clothed sex to the brisk evening air. In one swift motion he scooped me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around him. As his lips crashed into mine I bit the lower one just hard enough to draw blood before licking it away and kissing the hurt. His tongue then swooped into my mouth, battling for dominance against my own, a low growl escape his throat, reverberating through me.

Placing me on the balcony ledge, Eris situated himself between my spread legs, desperately palming at my breasts as I threw my head back, exposing the column of my throat to him. He lightly nipped down the length of my neck and my protruding collar bones before falling to his knees before me. His lust-filled eyes met mine as he cooed, “You could bring any male to their knees before your beauty, but this…” he pushed aside the lace thong, exposing me to him, “this gorgeous, dripping cunt belongs to your High Lord, and your High Lord only.”

His skilled tongue deftly swiped up my center, eliciting a moan from me. I looked down into his eyes - mesmerized by the amber hues peering at me from under his lashes. My fingers found purchase in his fiery red locks as I firmly stated, “I belong to no one and you are not my High Lord, Eris.”

His responding nip to my swollen clit drew a sharp gasp from me. Eris let out a satisfied hum in return as he resumed feasting like a starved male. Perhaps that’s what kept drawing me back into the bastards bed - his insatiable hunger fueled by that eagerness to please that only amplified with the calloused remarks I threw at him. Most females fell at his feet - throwing themselves at the chance to serve a High Lord. Whereas most males ran as far away as they could upon realizing that my father was the infamous Shadowsinger.

One of my shadows caressed the base of his neck, circling back around as to tilt his chin up. His needy eyes met mine again. “Fuck me, Eris.”

In an instant he was up, standing before me. Biting my lip, I clenched my thighs together at the sight of the incredibly evident arousal pressing against his trousers. He fumbled with the buckles on them, when suddenly a grating sound filled the air - the balcony doors flying open. “Sissy! Aunt Mor wants to see your neckl- oh wow, who is that!?”

Fuck me. This cannot be happening.

I jumped up, pulling my dress down before my little sister could see the exposed flesh.

I scrambled for words, voice cracking as I scolded, “She can wait, Azzy, just go back inside.”

It was too late though, as my father’s shadow that had been trailing her all evening had already reported back and before Eris or I could flee, my father, mother, Uncle Rhys, and Lucien winnowed onto the balcony.

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Stay tuned for part three!

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[lorcandidlucienwill]

Does anyone else find the Night Court sooooo boring? Like, there's nothing interesting there, no courtly dynamics or anything, just some sexist Illyrians and sexist people in the Court of Nightmares as well, and the whole book is Rhysand throwing his weight around WHEN he feels like it but not doing shit about genuinely important issues (like sexism). Rhysand is smart supposedly, but I've never actually seen him use TACT in this series. He's so powerful that he doesn't need to or whatever. Blah blah blah, Night Court is the biggest and the baddest. But the Autumn Court... Cutthroat, beautiful. It has sons competing for power from an early age, through combat and courtly wiles. Only the strong survive. It produced a Lucien and an Eris, and their complicated brotherly relationship. You have a paranoid, abusive leader. You have the whole LoA + Helion affair, a love child. The man who abandoned his heritage to play courtier to another High Lord. Who is friends with two humans, one who is tied to an evil god. You have Eris, playing the perfect prodigal son while planning a coup right under his father's nose. Both are potential High Lords. You have Gwyn, a part water-nymph having Autumn heritage; we could explore how mixed High Fae are treated as well. Also, I want to know more about how Lucien learned to catch fish with his BARE HANDS??? Finish the line: Autumn court males have fire in their veins and... The way I'd read an entire series on the Autumn Court 😩😩😩😩😩

#pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #elucien #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #gwyneth berdara #pro gwyneth berdara #beron vanserra #high lord eris #high lord lucien #lucien spell cleaver #band of exiles #queen vassa #lady of autumn #helion spell cleaver #autumn court males have fire in their veins and f*ck like it too #this seems more faelike than the night court #autumn court

[lainalit]

Jurian: fuck, marry, kill: Me, Lucien and Elain

Vassa: Marry Elain, Fuck Lucien and Kill You

Jurian: I'm your husband

Vassa: Not for much longer

#incorrect acotar quotes #these are my pookies💞 #they are the couple who say the meanest things to each other but behind closed doors they will be the most affectionate to one another #acotar #band of exiles #jassa #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #jurian acotar #jurian x vassa #queen vassa

[taymartiart]

Lucien and Tamlin. Vassa and Jurian. The gang from A Second Chance by @goforth-ladymidnight ✨ One of the cutest (with a dash of sad) modern Christmas AUs 🎄

#Jurian has a grungy car but a gold heart #Jurian and Vassa are so funny #Tam is dealing w trauma in a relatable way #I appreciate and love this fic #Tamlin #lucien vanserra #tamlin x lucien #tamcien #acotar #acotar fanfiction #maasverse #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #jurian acotar #queen vassa #vassa acotar #jurian x vassa #jassa

[shadybirdwombat]

Jurian and Vassa. The exiled queen and the mad general.

The firebird and the eye. Better than Lucien and Vassa

#daddy jurian #jurian acotar #vassa acotar #queen vassa #elain and lucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #acotar series #acotar #vassa and jurian #jassa

[darklinaforever]

My expectations for the end of the ACOTAR saga :

- Elain & Azriel (Elriel) endgame.

- My baby Lucien learning his true origins and becoming the future hight lord of the court of the day.

- Eris becoming the hight lord of the court of autumn.

- Lucien and Eris reconciled a little.

- Vassa & Lucien (Vassien) endgame.

- Vassa immortal ?

- Helion and the Lady of the Court of Autumn reunite ? (Can we still dream ?)

#acotar 6 #eris vanserra #helion acotar #helion spell cleaver #lucien vanserra #vassa acotar #queen vassa #vassien #lucien x vassa #vassa x lucien #lucien and vassa #vassa and lucien #elriel #pro elriel #pro vassien #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #elain and azriel #azriel and elain #elain archeron #pro elain archeron #azriel #pro azriel #azriel shadowsinger #pro azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #pro azriel spymaster #acotar 5 #lady of the autumn court #helion x lady of autumn

[teddyhoneybear]

Sometimes I wish that when Elain will actually be more interested in Lucien, it will be because of jealousy. Maybe in her book she has to visit the Mortal Lands and she'll see how friendly Lucien and Vassa are, laughing and having inside jokes that make her feel like an outsider.

New sorts of thoughts will go through her head, from "He's free to do whatever he wants!" and "Who he likes it's none of my concern." to mere curiosity, studying the Mortal Queen, then she keeps wondering what he might see in her, asking herself why she even cares and why she feels so distressed of the simple thought of Lucien and another woman together. She may even be a little possessive about it, revealing a new side of her, more territorial.

And perhaps Jurian will notice and tease her about it, while poor Elain is in denial.

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And what if Vassa is doing it on purpose? Maybe her and Jurian plot in Lucien's favour, hoping that jealousy might be the strongest motivator for Elain in order to actually give the male a chance.

#denial is not just a river in egypt #acotar #acotar elain #acotar series #lucien acotar #elain archeron #elain acotar #pro elain archeron #lucien vanserra #lucien and elain #elucien #pro elucien #pro elain #pro lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #vassa acotar #queen vassa #jurian acotar