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tadpolesonalgae · 1 month
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High Lords and their kinks
a/n: this got so out of hand so quickly
Warnings: smut. just so much smut
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Rhysand:
We all know he has a breeding kink, and with a smart mouth like that he definitely knows how to put it to good use on you
He has those lovely, deliciously sensitive, big illyrian wings at his back—practically a walking weak spot. And after all the teasing he puts you through with that cruel, silver-tipped tongue, you’re perfectly entitled to put him through his own set of trials
You cannot tell me he doesn’t get off on showing you off—at least a little. Whether it’s subtly matching jewellery pieces, having his scent marking your clothing, or having you astride his thigh before his court in the Hewn City, he delights in letting everyone know you’re one another’s.
Helion:
Is there anything I can actually add that isn’t obvious? He has a whole library at his fingertips, and knowing how much of the internet consists of porn in various forms, you cannot tell me there isn’t a secret alcove he has or even a whole other library (private, for your and his use only, of course) dedicated specifically for his personal interests.
He’s definitely familiar with sex toys, are you kidding me? He could go from cooking meals for you and letting you try on his golden snake armband, to having you gently spread apart for him on his bed, thighs pushed open, forearms bound at your back, eyes blindfolded as tears of pleasure spill down, a vibrator secured perfectly over your clit while he latches his mouth over your pretty nipples, keeping himself deep inside your dripping cunt.
And he’d use them outside the bedroom, too.
Sharing erotica that has heat spreading through your bodies—whether it’s reenacting scenes together, or being told to read a page aloud as he applies himself to you, it’s something both of you take pleasure in, finding equal enjoyment in the physical intimacy as well as the emotional side of getting to discover and share new experiences together.
Thesan:
Hear me out on this: threesomes.
We already know he has a male lover, so sharing you with someone else—someone he cares for and trusts—isn’t an issue. Quite the opposite.
Getting to watch as both his partners touch and explore one another, kiss and discover, or turn their sights on him—absolute heaven. Especially after a long day of work, dealing with High Lord business, then getting to just relax into his lovers’ arms? Utter perfection.
And it’s non-sexual too: waking up with a warm body pressed either side that’s been softened from sleep, sharing meals and nabbing pieces of food off each other’s plates, swapping clothes and sharing scents until they’re so thoroughly combined no one would remember what belongs to who since they all smell the same.
Kallias (and Viviane):
Temperature play.
Hot baths, a thick lather of bubbles looking like foam across the surface, heat soaking into your body until you’re sweating, all the while he’s running cool fingertips over your skin, so perfectly sensitive as he plays with you leisurely, brushing teasingly over your nipples, dipping between your thighs to press the cold pad of his digit flat to your clit.
I might be biased, but I feel like Kallias would also have some hints of a breeding kink.
Sinking into your warm, wet heat—how could he resist filling you up, hoping that you take to him, latch on and keep him tucked away inside.
Now, adding Viviane into the mix, things get so much messier.
Nights that would start off clean cut and strict would slowly devolve into sloppily grinding against one another, turned dumb and pliable by relentless pleasure. Kallias often finding himself rolling his hips to one of you, the other placed atop their mouth. When it’s not that way round, it’s him who’s lying on the bed, panting and fucked out while Viviane rides his cock, you keeping him docile and distracted beneath your cunt while your hands explore her breasts, cupping and thumbing across her nipples, mouthes latched together intimately.
Tarquin:
Oh boy, we’re touching on some monsterfucking here, no way around it. I mean, come on, his whole theme is to do with the sea, of course tentacles are going to come into play one way or another when he partially transforms.
Hundreds of small suction pads settling across your body, bath water lapping at the sides while you lean into him, panting with heat and need. It’s like having tiny mouths licking and suckling at the best spots across your skin, one placed deliberately over your clit while his fingers work you apart, then switching between using his mouth and his tentacles to tug and suck at your nipples, loving how you cry out for him.
I also think he’d absolutely love seeing you in lingerie—lovely pale green lace with creamy white frills, reminding him of sea foam. How you’ll sometimes adorn yourself in pearls, their pale shine complimenting the threads of your underwear, making him desperate to touch you, to at least feel you against him in some way.
Beron (+Eris, separately):
He is an utter control freak but in the best way (cannot believe I’m saying this—kind of struggling)
Anything from collars, to leashes, to chains, ropes, ties, even his belt, he knows how to use them on you, to wrap you up in such a way that he is in complete and utter control over your body, deciding how much pleasure to doll out that night. Going as far as to have a little bell attached to the collar, just to add that edge of humiliation.
Now, despite how dominating that might sound, he loves flipping you on your back, keeping your thighs spread apart even as you try to shut them when he spins you into overstimulation. And why wouldn’t he?
Using his mouth on you, reducing you to such a blabbering mess gives him ultimate control over you—who needs daemati abilities to shatter minds when you have heated fingertips and a mouth that knows how to put its harsh properties to use?
Eris—he knows his strengths, and plays to them.
While others might spend precious minutes going around, lighting every candle, he can do it with a fraction of a thought, filling your room with a soft glow, helping you settle into that mood.
It’s taken a bit, but you’ve managed to narrow down the selection of scents to a specific combination—reaching the point you’re no longer able to smell even a hint of vanilla without utterly soaking your underwear. Though maybe that had been part of a secret plan of his, to get you to associate a scent so powerfully with pleasure that you’d be at his mercy with little more than a candle to blame.
While he can be teasing, and a little mean at times, he enjoys slowly kissing his way down your body, murmuring how much he adores you, how he cherishes you, how he loves the way you thread your fingers through his hair. And you love hearing those whispered confessions from his lips, because it means he feels safe. Safe to speak with you, to trust in you, to allow himself to be comforted by you. He has someone to be with.
Tamlin:
Obviously, monsterfucking again
Probably in possession of a wicked power kink as well as in favour of some predator play. Getting to chase after you beneath a full moon—there’s something so ancient and ritualistic about the practice that just eases some tension in his beast’s bones. Catching up with you and clasping the nape of your gown in his jaws to raise you from the ground as you squirm helplessly, unable to do much against such a massive creature.
I do think that behind closed doors, he wouldn’t mind the power imbalance going in the opposite direction though… Being forced to just sit and wait patiently while you strip yourself of your clothes, teasingly tossing your underwear into his lap while you lay back on the bed, pleaded with how his fangs have subconsciously pushed from his upper lip, pupils dilated with ferocious hunger—needing to bed you.
Hybern:
Loves getting head
We’re in unfamiliar territory over here, but he knows his way around some nasty spells. Incantations that have you riding him desperately, aching for release after release, grinding tight against his hips so he touches those spots that have you sobbing.
Potions are also frequently incorporated—that make you need him with every part of your being with such an acute intensity he makes a mental note to lessen to liquid’s concentration next time.
He also like seeing you in different crowns, one time putting you in one made of bone, then ordering you to remove your dress without dislodging it—if it was nudged, he’d edge you until you were crying, but if it fell… Mother save you.
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abruisedmuse · 2 years
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The Oscar's were basically the High Lord's meeting.
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The High lords:
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Bonus, Feyre:
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achaotichuman · 2 months
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I need an Au where the Acotar characters fall into an alternate morden Acotar, obviously there’s a ton of plot and alternate characters for everyone. So everyone’s coming in contact with themselves. Maybe in this universe there is a giant criminal network that is run by Rhysand’s sister and co-manger by Rhysand, and separated into seven sectors with different needs and capabilities and all are run by the alternate versions of the High lords.
But none of them had any falling outs so it’s like Prythian but if they had guns and actually all liked and worked together. And they’re helping their Acotar counterparts to get back to their world whilst simultaneously showing them that they work better together instead of against each other.
But really what I want to see is modern Tamlin explaining the concept of modern day slang.
Modern Tam- "Slay."
Acotar Tam- "WHO?!"
Modern Tam- "HOLY SHIT WHERE DID YOU GET A SWORD?!"
Acotar Tam- "YOU SAID SLAY! WHO AM I SLAYING?!"
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incorrectacotarwords · 4 months
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Helion Spell-Cleaver: I’m not a fan of masquerades
Helion Spell-Cleaver: The last one I went to resulted into my father’s death
Eris Vanserra: I asked if you could RSVP to my blood duel with Beron but show up in disguise?? Can you not??
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isterofimias · 2 years
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The Courts of Prythian: The Autumn Court
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lucienarcheron · 3 months
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Sarah gave us crumbs about them and we’ve suffered since 😭
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Beron Eris🔥
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He’s so hot and for what 👅
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honeybeefae · 2 years
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OKAY THAT LAST ERIS REQUEST AB AN ARGUMENT WHERE READER GETS HURT AND HE MAKES IT UP TO HER W SMUTT… PLZ THAT SOUNDS AMAZING!!!!
It only took me a month, anon, but I have written it! Enjoy!
Sticks and Stones (Eris Vanserra x Reader)
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ANON: Can you please write Eris and reader one-shot where maybe they get into an argument and he said something rude to her and she is hurt and eris later realizes and apologizes and then smut with like praise kink and a bit rough.. basically hot makeup sex? Pretty please thank you.
Summary// It was well-known that Autumn Court males were hot-headed. They had fire in their veins and if you ever angered one of them, they were quick to strike where it hurt. Eris was no different, though he preferred words over physical altercations, shattering his enemy’s ego without a second thought. It always amused you…until you found yourself on the receiving end after a tense argument.
WARNINGS: 18 +, SMUT, arguing, eris is a dick but we all know it, makeup sex, praise kink, overstimulation, bondage (slight), spitting
Taglist: @crazysocklovingfangirl , @azriels-mate123 , @momlo , @highladyvanserra (if you would like to be added to my taglist, just message me or comment! :))
It had been a long, long day. Eris was still playing both sides between his father and the Night Court, sneaking around to do the damage control Beron clearly had no care in doing. You were trying to help him in anyways that you could but you didn’t hold near as much influence as the heir to the Autumn throne. 
The best you could do was simple spy work or search through the vast libraries of the Night Court to try and find a solution to the problem at hand. It was something but there were times, like today, where you wish you could be of more use. 
As you sat by the window of your small house, the last light of day peeking through the trees and illuminating the book in your lap, you heard the doorknob turn. You sat up straighter just as Eris walked through the door, his long red hair disheveled as if he had his hands in it all day.
“Eris, I wasn’t expecting you. Do you want me to put some tea on?” You asked while placing the book beside you. He grunted as he slumped into his favorite chair, his hands holding his head.
“Of course you weren’t, I wasn’t supposed to be back until three days' time.” He snapped while rubbing his temples. “Briallyn captured two dozen of my soldiers. MY soldiers. All of them taken hostage by that wicked witch.”
Your eyebrows raised in shock, mouth dropping open. “But, how? What happened? How can we get them back?” 
He snapped his head up to look at you with a cruel glint in his eyes, fingers now gripping the edges of the chair. “If I knew how, Y/N, do you think I would be sitting here listening to your ridiculous questions?” 
His words were full of venom and made you visibly flinch back. You knew how stressed he was with everything going on but you never would expect him to lash out at you like this, especially when all you were trying to do was help him.
You frowned and crossed your arms, matching his stare with one of your own. “I’m trying to help you, Eris.” The tone of your voice had turned to ice. “I’ve been neglecting my duties to try and support you through this so think twice before biting the hand that feeds you.”
Eris let out a harsh laugh as he stood up and over you. Heat was coming off of him in waves and you couldn’t stop the small step back that you took, your knees hitting the back of the couch. Any semblance of the man you loved was gone, replaced by the mask he showed to everyone else, the mask you fought so hard to tear off. 
Two tendrils of fire wrapped around your wrists while another twisted around your throat, tightening with each second. He was holding back but barely, his amber eyes wild as he bent down so that you were eye to eye.
“I suppose you think you’re the hand that feeds me? Hm?” He taunted. “You were nothing before me, pet. A lesser fae slaving away until I found you. The Cauldron may have fated us as mates but don’t forget who gave you everything you see before you.”
The restraints started to burn into your skin and you whimpered, tears springing to your eyes as Eris continued on as if he couldn’t hear you.
“You owe everything to me and I…I owe you nothing. I have been doing everything in my power to prevent another war. I have more enemies around me than you or that bastard Rhysand could ever fathom and yet you sit here and lecture me about your sacrifices?” His chest was rising and falling in quick bursts while the heat became unbearable on your skin. 
Using all of your strength, and magic, you broke free from him and shoved him back. He fell back into the chair from the unexpected force, blinking rapidly as if he was just coming back to reality. You didn’t stay to watch him realize what he had done however, tears flowing down your cheeks as you ran to your room and locked the door. 
You knew if he wanted to get in he could but you hoped he would stay far, far away. Eris, your mate, the one you were destined for, had just burnt you in a fit of rage over…what? He had attacked you for asking a simple question and when you matched his energy he had turned into the monster he wanted everyone to believe he was.
It felt like your heart was breaking into pieces as you crawled under your covers and wept, the marks on your wrists and neck already fading away. The burn was still there though…as were his words.
He had broken you down to the core, speaking of every insecurity he knew of in hopes of striking something. Eris saw you as nothing, nothing but a lesser fae who didn’t deserve anything, and it hurt. 
How could he ever say something like this to you? How could he claim to love you if that was what he truly thought?
The thoughts were swirling around your mind like demons, making sure you knew no peace as the minutes ticked into hours. It was quiet everywhere except for your head. You sobbed into your pillow as you covered your ears, trying to force out Eris’s words that kept repeating over and over.
It was so bad that you hadn’t even heard your door open nor felt the bed dip. You almost jumped out of your skin when a large hand stroked down your back. The touch was familiar, soothing, but the person behind it was one who made you shove it away. 
“Don’t do that,” Eris whispered, his own voice hoarse. “Please, Y/N.”
“Get out.” You replied while hugging the pillow into your chest. He watched you like someone would watch a wounded animal, cautious yet sorrowful. 
He didn’t listen, of course, instead choosing to put his hands up to show he meant no harm. Eris’s eyes were full of remorse and though you didn’t know how much time had passed, you could see how red his eyes were. 
As if he had been crying.
“I need to apologize to you. Please. What I said, what I did-” He began but you cut off him swiftly, angrily. 
“You hurt me, Eris. You burned my wrists, my neck, my soul. You picked me apart as if I was your enemy…as if you hated me.” You had thought you had cried all of your tears but were proven wrong as one started to trail down your cheek, catching the light of the lamps. “I have never felt as low as I do now.”
Eris swallowed thickly and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes falling to your wrists to see if the marks were still there. The guilt was eating him alive, of knowing he had hurt you in such a way. It made him feel…like his father.
“I have no excuse for what I said or did to you. I took my frustration out on you when you did not deserve it, any of it. The words I said…I did not mean them at all.” You gave him a deadpanned stare and he was quick to explain, almost fumbling over his words. “You are not nothing, Y/N. I was so angry over what happened with Briallyn and my father that I wanted someone to feel how I was feeling, wanted someone to also be in pain because that seems to be all I have ever known…until I met you.”
He licked his lips before slowly scooting closer to you, letting your knees touch. “You are everything to me. I owe you my entire being. You broke down all of my walls and made me realize I did not have to be the monster I think I am.” 
Another glance down at your wrists and neck made him hang his head in shame.
“The monster I seem to always come back to.”
You were quiet as you took in his apology. He seemed to pour his heart out to you, something that was quite rare, but was it enough to look past what he had done? 
“I love you, Y/N,” Eris confessed, the words hanging in the air. “I am truly, truly sorry for hurting you, my mate. I’m no better than my father.”
If there was one thing Eris loathed more than anything it was Beron. You could see it in the way he looked and spoke of him. His father was an egotistical, sadistic asshole who cared for no one but himself. He would actively encourage his kids to kill each other and treated his entire court as if they were dirt beneath his shining boots. 
And you knew that every time your mate looked in the mirror he saw him in himself, cruelly smirking because he knows that the stain of him is in Eris’s blood. 
You reached out and grasped his hand into yours while running a finger over his knuckles. He watched you with furrowed brows, mouth tight. 
“Despite everything Eris, you are not your father.” You said softly, eyes glued to his long fingers that were now tightening around your hand. “What you did was wrong and it hurt me but the fact that you came here to apologize is proof enough that you are ten times the man your father is.”
He cupped your chin and tilted it up until you were staring up at him, searching your eyes for any deception or judgment. After a few moments, he seemed satisfied and gave you a rare smile, one that made your stomach swarm with warm tingles. 
“Will you ever forgive your stupid, brutish mate?” Eris asked, his smile growing when you let out a small laugh. 
“I think my stupid, brutish mate might need to do a little bit more to earn it.” You teased as you scooted closer to him. “Any ideas?”
Eris’s smile turned into a smirk before he pulled you into his lap, chest against chest as he stared at you with a new fire in his eyes. A fire that you knew meant great things for you. “I think I have a few.”
You rose up slightly and kissed him, melting at the taste and smell of him. He immediately followed your lead, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip until you opened for him. One of his hands palmed your ass while the other gripped the back of your head to tilt you to the side so he could go deeper.
A small moan escaped from you at the unexpected pressure and angle which had him grinning from ear to ear. He loved pulling noises out of you. His tongue danced with your own before he pulled back slightly, biting down on your lower lip on the way back.
“Ah!” You hissed at the pain though it quickly faded. He watched you with hooded lids and without warning, tossed you backward until you hit the pillows. 
“Is that it?” You taunted with a raise of your eyebrow, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. Eris slowly shook his head as he crawled on top of you, his white shirt hanging loosely from his body to give you a peek down his chest. 
This time you were quick to swallow back the noise you desperately wanted to make.
“Oh, princess, I haven’t even begun.” He purred into your ear before biting down on it gently. “I’m going to enjoy every piece of your delicious body until you drown in me.”
A shiver went down your entire body at his words, your eyelashes fluttering as you laid back down on the pillows. He started to pepper kisses across your face and neck, sucking softly over your rapid pulse. You could feel your sex start to slicken with heat at his actions and it was already starting to make you impatient.
Eris knew this. He knew every part of your mind and body, what made you tick, and just how much of a brat you could become if you didn’t get your way quick enough. Usually, he would punish your impatience however tonight was all about forgiveness so he would give you what you wanted…within reason.
You took in a shallow breath when he started to undo the ties of your dress underneath your breasts. His fingers were slow and steady although his eyes told you a different story. Once he had them undone he started to tug on the sleeves until the fabric began to give under him.
After a few seconds of shimmying around to help him, he had the dress thrown haphazardly behind him. The chill of the house had your nipples hardening which had his immediate attention. 
“I cannot get enough of these…” Eris groaned as he bent down to kiss each breast. “I dream of them, the mere thought of you like this could make me burst in my leathers.”
He glanced up at you one last time before taking your left nipple into his mouth and sucking while rolling your right one between his fingers. You cried out and arched your back, closing your eyes as the first waves of pleasure started to creep down your belly. 
It was hard to remember what you were even made about with his talented tongue lavishing your breasts. Your hands were gripping the pillows beside you as he switched sides, moaning around your tits. 
“Eris…” You whimpered when he bit down on the hard pebble. “P-please!”
While you enjoyed the attention you really wanted it between your thighs. He gave your breast one more harsh suck before raising up to seize your lips once more. The kiss was much more intense than the first one, making your head dizzy with lust as he claimed you with every suck and swipe of his tongue.
After he pulled away, Eris could see the dazed look in your eyes that made his heart thump wildly in his chest. He cupped your cheek in his large hand and whispered against your lips. “You are so beautiful, Y/N. The Mother herself couldn’t outshine you.”
The praise made you flush pink which he immediately took note of. “Do you like it when I speak to you like this, pet?” 
You looked away in embarrassment but he was swift to turn you back to him. “Look at me.” He ordered. “Do you like it when I speak to you like this?”
A few tense moments ticked by before you nodded. Eris smirked and kissed you once more before trailing them down your neck and chest. You knew where he was going and you couldn’t control the rise of your hips to try and get him to go faster.
He clicked his tongue in playful disapproval at your actions while giving a small pinch to your hip. “Do not rush me, princess. I want to enjoy the taste of this lovely skin of yours.” 
And with a wink he continued his slow journey down your body, licking and biting every inch of skin he could while enjoying the way you squirmed under him. You could feel the anticipation rise in your stomach when he finally settled himself between your legs. 
It was a sight you would not soon forget, the heir of the Autumn Court growling at the smell of your excitement with a bruising grip on your thighs. You knew you were soaked to the bone and when Eris bent down and forcefully spread you open so he could see for himself, you almost lost it.
“Have I ever told you how much I love this pretty pussy, pet?” He hummed as he trailed a finger up and down your cunt, collecting the wetness while avoiding the two areas you were screaming at him to touch. “Look at how wet you are for me.”
You panted heavily as you rose up halfway to watch him, begging him to stop teasing you. “Eris, please!” You whined, biting down on your lower lip. “Do something, anything.”
Eris watched you for a moment longer before he smiled. “As you wish.”
A long, hot tongue licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, circling around the bud before he started to flick it back and forth in quick strikes that had your toes curling and head falling back in ecstasy.
“OH, fuck!” You cried out as he went at a relentless pace. He continued to pay extra attention to your clit as two of his fingers started to shallowly thrust in and out of your dripping hole. The sounds that started to fill the room would put a brothel to shame and the two of you were loving every second of it.
“Mmm.” He moaned into your sex as your taste exploded into his mouth. “That’s it, princess, let me hear those desperate cries.”
You could feel your thighs shaking from the overwhelming sensation Eris was giving to you. He had already had you wound up from playing with your breasts so you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came on his tongue. He knew it too, which is why he started to thrust deeper into you.
“I can feel you fluttering around my fingers, Y/N. Are you getting close?” He asked as he curled them into your spot, watching your eyes roll back into your head. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my tongue? Hm?”
Without warning he started to suck your clit into his mouth, humming so that you could feel it in your core. The sensations started to become too much and you began to raise your hips up to meet the push of his fingers and tongue. You didn’t have the heart to feel ashamed as your moans and cries grew louder as the feeling in your gut grew and grew.
Eris maintained his pace and within a few seconds, you were clenching around his hand and soaking his face, yelling his name as you rode his face and fingers to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.
“That’s it, pet, that’s it. Look at you…so perfect for me.” He praised while pulling back to rest on his knees. Those long fingers were still inside of you, moving slowly as he watched you melt into the bed in postorgasmic bliss. 
Your entire body felt like jello as you came back down. The sheets beneath you were soaked with your juices and you could feel it sliding down your ass. When you got enough strength to open your eyes you were met with warm, amber eyes. 
“Open.” He cooed, watching as you immediately obeyed him. Eris stuck those two fingers into your waiting mouth and growled when you started to suck the wetness off of them. “If you keep doing that I might just ruin my pants.”
It hadn’t even occurred to you that he was still dressed and when you did realize you sat up to rectify the situation. He was quick to catch your wrists before you could begin undoing his shirt. 
“Let me.” You begged, gazing up at him through your lashes in hopes of convincing him. Eris knew your tricks and rolled his eyes before nodding, letting you push him back so you could start undressing him. 
“Tonight was supposed to be about you.” He said as you finally got rid of his shirt. You smiled and shrugged, looking down at the very large bulge that was straining the top of his pants. 
“I can’t think of a better way to apologize than using this,” You grinned as you squeezed his cock through his leathers. “To make amends.”
He growled and pulled you up onto his lap, ignoring your protests as he thrust his still-clothed dick against your wet folds. The feeling made you gasp and grip onto his arms for dear life, your head falling into the crook of his neck as he did it again. 
“Oh trust me, pet, I do plan on using it,” Eris whispered into your ear, licking the shell of it as you shuddered. “But I know the second I get inside your hot, tight cunt, I won’t last long so I want to enjoy this.”
The confession made you moan into his neck as you started to grind onto his lap, the fabric rubbing deliciously against your pussy. You could feel cock throbbing with each move of his hips and it was making you delirious that you didn’t have it inside of you.
You reached down to try and pull his pants down again but Eris gripped your hands harshly, shaking his head in disappointment. “If you can’t play nice I’m going to have to take drastic measures…”
It took you a moment but you realized he was talking about binding your wrists. Normally he wouldn’t ask permission, knowing your boundaries and safe words, but after what happened tonight he was asking you permission. 
And that meant the world to you.
So with a tender smile, you pulled back to look at him and nodded, watching his eyes grow soft. It was unspoken but you knew this eased his worry you didn’t trust him or were scared of him. 
Eris gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before you felt the familiar warmth of his magic circle your wrists. You bit the inside of your cheek as you sped up your hips to match his thrusts, the heat of his cock and magic making you feel faint with lust.
“I’m close, fuck, I’m close.” You murmured into his shoulder as he grunted above you. Despite having just cum ten minutes ago you were ready to go again, pussy clenching around nothing as Eris ground into you. His nose brushed against your head as you felt his entire body shake, holding back his own orgasm while you desperately chased yours.
He grabbed your bound hands and placed them over his neck so that he could grip onto your hips, setting a bruising pace as he watched you cum again. Eris could feel it seep through his pants and onto his cock, the sensation driving him mad. 
“Such a dirty, greedy girl.” He snarled into your ear as you started to slow down your hips, shivering in his arms. “You’ve made such a mess.”
The fire around your wrists disappeared and you let your arms fall to your sides, trying to remember to breathe as your bare body rested against his. After regaining control of your air you pulled back to look at him, face pink and blotchy. 
You gingerly pushed yourself off of him and sank down to your knees on the side of the bed, ignoring his protest as you undid the ties around his waist so you could free his cock. 
It was harder than you had ever seen it before, the tip red and leaking so much precum that you thought he had cum for a second. Eris watched you carefully as you licked your lips, fingers itching to stroke it. “May I?” You asked innocently.
Eris gritted his teeth and refused to answer, stomach caving in with a harsh breath as you gripped the base of him. His dick wasn’t as thick as others you had but it was long, long enough to bruise your insides if he fucked you hard enough.
The thought made you clench.
Your hand brought the tip to your mouth and you greedily took as much as you could, moaning as the salty musk of his cum hit your tongue. His hands immediately went to your head but you ignored them, setting a fast pace to try and get him to cum inside your mouth.
“Naughty, ugh, girl.” Eris groaned as one of your hands came up to play with his balls. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
You gave him an innocent look as you continued to suck his cock. Your tongue went up and down the sides before rolling around the tip, feeling it hit the back of your throat. It was almost impossible to take him completely in but you were determined.
Without warning, you pulled back, took a breath, and braced your hands on his muscular thighs before taking him down, down, down until you couldn’t breathe anymore. Your throat was protesting and you could barely hear Eris cry out in surprise and pleasure.
He roughly grabbed your hair and pulled you off completely, chest heaving as he reigns back in his control before he finished in your mouth. Drool was coating your chin and lips but the smug satisfaction that was there was what marked your grave. 
“I don’t want to punish you, Y/N, but you have tried my patience.” He seethed while hoisting you back up on the bed, smacking your ass in the process. “Or perhaps that’s what you want?”
Two hands made you roll onto your stomach and lift your ass in the air, spreading you open for your mate. Eris shuffled behind you before you yelped as another smack landed on your right cheek. It was hard enough you knew there had to be a handprint but you didn’t care, the pain making your juices flow even harder.
“Princess, are you enjoying this?” He taunted as he gave you another spank, watching your ass jiggle from the force. “You really are a whore, aren’t you?”
You smirked before looking behind you, holding eye contact as you sent him a flirty wink. “For you? Anything.”
Eris stared at you for a minute before he shook his head in disbelief, grasping his cock and slapping it against your pussy. “Then take it.” He growled before shoving his entire length inside of you, enjoying the way your head fell as he set a brutal pace.
With no time to adjust you were gripping onto whatever you could for dear life as he fucked you like a whore. It was everything you had wanted since the start, the sound of skin slapping like music to your ears. 
One of his hands gripped your hair and pulled, forcing your neck back so that you were looking up at the ceiling as his hips bruised your ass. You cried out in euphoria as his balls hit your clit, the small stimulation adding to the growing fire in your stomach.
“Look at you.” He grunted as you watched his face appear above you. “You are taking my cock so well, pet. So. Fucking. Well.” The last three words he thrust harshly into you, bumping your cervix. 
All you could do was succumb to him, to the feeling of being completely and utterly full of your mate. It was the most addicting thing you had ever experienced. Eris felt the exact same, his balls already tightening with the need to fill you until you were leaking cum for a week.
“Open your mouth, Y/N,” Eris ordered. You quickly obeyed and almost came on his cock when he spat in your mouth, the sheer degrading aspect making your entire body shudder. “Good girl.”
You started to clench around his length and he let go of your hair to grab your neck, pulling you into his chest so that he could reach a new angle. His dick started to hit that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, clawing at his arms as you started to chant his name.
“Eris, Eris, Eris!” You screamed as your vision turned to white, your orgasm starting to claim you entirely.
 The second your cunt started to constrict his cock he fell over the edge with you, spilling his burning seed inside of you as he bit your shoulder harshly. It only made you cum harder, your head falling back onto his shoulder as your body became boneless. 
“Y/N, fuck…” Eris moaned into your neck as he started to slow down his thrusts, the squelching of your combined cum imprinting in his mind. You didn’t have enough energy to respond, not even feeling him fall forward so that you were both lying down on the bed.
It would be a few more minutes before you could feel his fingers going up and down your arm, goosebumps rising in its wake. You mumbled something and he shushed you, the fireplace in the room coming to life as he kissed your temple.
His cock was still inside your heat but neither of you cared. Eris gathered some of the blankets beside him and threw them casually over the two of you before pulling you into his chest. 
You were already fast asleep and he couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips. He kissed you one last time before resting his head on the pillow as well, whispering softly into your ear before falling into a restful sleep.
“I love you.”
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mmiscbutterflies · 2 years
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personal headcanons for acotar:
• elain at some point cuts her hair. like super short. like buzzed
• when azriel and gwyn first get together, he starts talking so much to her that he loses his voice periodically. everyone thinks it’s hilarious, except gwyn thinks his raspy voice is sexy as hell
• nessian have an inside joke that no one knows what it is but every once in a while cassian will point to something and nesta laughs so hard she has to sit down
• cassian is a dog mom. i’m talking dog stroller, little rain hat and boots, family photo shoots dog mom
• gwyn is a cheek kisser. everyone. all the time. good idea? cheek kiss. saying hi/bye? cheek kiss. happy to see you? cheek kiss. cheek kiss? cheek kiss.
• feyre would absolutely obliterate everyone in bumper cars. i don’t have any evidence it’s just vibes.
• helion, lucien, elain, emerie and tamlin are left handed
• nyx has a lisp until he’s like 9 that’s adorable. when he’s older and he gets upset or excited sometimes it slips back out a bit.
• at some point there’s elain on a balcony and lucien in the garden below having a romantic moment a la romeo and juliet but with less death and more yearning
• azriel is a blanket hog
• mor is scared of heights. don’t tell anyone.
• eris is good at drawing. like sketching and doodles. everyone thinks he take meticulous notes in every court meeting when he’s actually just filling up pages and pages of doodles. he thinks it’s a secret but his mother has a box somewhere where she holds on to some of his sketches. she looks at them when she’s having a bad day.
• rhys never has matching socks. he likes the idea of having some part of him (that no one can see) that’s not perfectly put together
• kallias and viviane have a boy around the same time as nyx is born, and the two babies grow up to be best friends, which means that night and winter remain the closest of all allies bc no one is willing to sacrifice these kid’s friendship after they’ve all sustained such loss for such a long time
• LoA mercs beron. i don’t know the how, when, or where, but it’s mega badass and becomes one of the legends told to future generations of autumn court females to remind them that if the LoA won’t tolerate abuse, neither should they
• tarquin had a stutter before he became high lord that he works so hard to control bc it’s hard enough being the youngest, newest high lord, and he doesn’t need one more thing to make others think less of him
• tamlin doesn’t know how to braid hair
• nyx’s favorite family member is amren, and no one (including her) knows why.
• gwyn and emerie get some kind of traditional illyrian tattoo marking them as carynthians and it pisses the illyrians off to no end. it was rhys’ idea.
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The Snake and The Wolf
Chapter 2 - Secrets
I find that the meeting between the High Lords in ACOWAR was attended by more secrets than people, and seen from Eris's point of view… I couldn't resist. I apologize to the readers of @erisweek2023 for this long reminiscence.
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Eris remembered every moment of their first meeting, what happened before his life was turned upside down and the panic he had to contain afterwards, to maintain the face of cold detachment everyone expected from him. He recalled how they all had made their entrance through the archway, the High Lord and Lady first, as etiquette required, then the Heir and his three tumultuous brothers closing the queue. He still recollected how Helion gave his mother a mocking incline of his dark head, and how he wondered if there was a way to get around the ban that had been imposed on the use of violence. He always had mixed feelings for the High Lord of Day. On one hand, he once saved his mother from a grisly death, on the other, it was his fault if their affair had been exposed and she was always covered in bruises hidden in places no one but her husband and her mute maids could see. He knew nobody would stand between a High Lord and the punishment he chose to inflict on his unfaithful wife, but that didn’t help in diluting his resentment. Luckily, their lovechild hadn’t been present, too occupied in hunting allies in the Continent and dodging armies for an enchanted queen, if what his spies said was true.
“Enough,” he had murmured when Moros started leering at the Princess of Summer, and whether their father had noticed or cared about how his other children instantly fell in line, he didn’t let on, merely stopping halfway across the room, hands folded before him. He had allowed Rhysand to slander him, slander them all, and even asked Tamlin if his alliance really laid not with Prythian but with Hybern. It had been a mistake, exposing himself so much, but Eris barely cared, for his eyes kept being caught by an unfamiliar figure in the Night Court’s retinue, no matter how hard he tried to focus on something else.
 “It would seem congratulations are in order,” was the first thing Tamlin had said, the words flat and yet sharp as his talons, hidden beneath the golden skin. Feyre hadn’t replied, while Rhysand only held Tamlin’s stare with a face like ice, utter, cataclysmic rage roiling beneath. He had accused him of being an enemy, and the two of them argued for a long time, a dispute of lovers rather than politicians, nothing that managed to catalyze Eris’s attention enough to make him stop studying the angular line of the stranger’s jaw, or her sharp eyes, who analyzed the scene with cold detachment. She was lethal and perfect, unlike the bats and the Morrigan, who stood still as death, their fury rippling off them in silent waves that even a blind person could’ve seen.
“And here you are, starting another war,” had went on Tamlin, a claw sliding out, alerting the High Lord of Winter, who had tensed and drifted a hand on the arm of his Mate’s chair, while Eris had found himself ready to throw his body in front of Feyre’s sister’s, if danger ever came near her.
 “Why are you here, Tamlin?” Kallias had asked, but the High Lord of the Spring Court had his own agenda to pursue, and Eris would’ve gladly let him and Azriel, who growled like a beast, successfully tear each other to pieces for the entertainment of them all if it meant they could get away from there faster. Because in that moment he had felt something snap inside him, the beginning of a bond he wouldn’t have been able to hide any longer if he had been forced to keep watching her while she mocked one of the seven most powerful Fae in Prythian. When Rhysand had taken away his rival’s ability to speak, as reprehensible as Eris found what his powers could do, he almost rejoiced, but the relief had been too short, and before he found himself saying something truly stupid, just like his brother did with the third sister, he insulted the Morrigan, unleashing the ire of the male who drooled over her for four hundred years without being worthy of a glance. Eris knew the truth, he knew what was behind the behaviour of the female who would one day reign over the Hewn City, but just as he had never cared about seeming cruel for what he did back in the days, he hadn’t cared of the consequences in that moment, when his lucidity was clouded from the realization that Nesta Archeron wasn’t simply part of the first High Lady’s family, or the lover of the brute at Rhysand’s command, but also his Mate. It had been a strange thought to have as the Shadowsinger wrapped his scarred hands around his neck.
“I know what she is to you,” he had whispered in his ear before following Feyre’s order, before sitting down between the two sisters, freezing the blood in Eris’s veins. As if in a trance-like state, he had apologized to the Morrigan, ignored his father’s astonishment and almost missed the approval shining on his mother’s face as he settled back into his seat to listen to Nesta’s terrible story, and nearly drown in his own jealousy when she defended Cassian against his father’s viciousness. That day, Beron had exceeded all limits, and as always, it was his family who paid the price, but he also let himself be inspired by the words of a female, although he would’ve never admitted it. For a long second, Eris had feared he might had tore her to pieces right before his eyes, coldly executing her as he did with Jesminda, but Nesta had stood as straight as a pillar of steel, and with determination and ferocity had expressed her animated opinion.
“You may hate us,” she had said, “I don’t care. But I care if you let innocents suffer and die. Fight for them and for your people, because Hybern won’t see a difference. He will massacre everyone on both sides of the Wall, making an example for his next enemies.”
They had left shortly after, with Beron saying he would’ve looked into the matter. Eris had been the last to transmute, confused by the tumult of emotions he felt as he memorized her features. She had looked at him too, her expression still haunting his dreams.
“I’m sure you’ll like her,” he murmured to one of his hounds, as he brushed its short gray fur. He owned twelve of them, deadly hunters gifted with magic of their own but also excellent pets, with those who deserved it.
 “We just have to wait a little longer.”
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viktoriakosci666 · 16 days
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Is it just me who hates the theory that Eris is ALSO Helion's biological child? Because not only does it make Eris becoming the next High Lord of Autumn stupid, it also reinforces the idea that Eris is ONLY a decent male BECAUSE his 'biological father' is one, and that children can't grow up to be better than their evil biological parents.
It's probably why I hate the theory that Gwyn is related to Eris as well (his great grandaughter or something) because it will undermine her overall achievements with the Blood Rite and her becoming a Valkyrie - when people meet her, they won't talk about her personal achievements, but about her being a princess of Autumn, and this just annoys me, because it reinforces the idea that people can ONLY be relevant to the story if they are somehow related to royalty. It WOULD be cool though to have a character that for ONCE throws their royal parentage away and chooses not be a part of that life and to continue onto the path that they made for themselves, and not one that was given.
Plus, we have this whole Beron-LoA-Helion royal parentage trope with Lucien already, and it would be very repetitive.
Which is why I love Jurian, because he's just this normal guy whose only royal connection is to Vassa, and that's ONLY because he may have some feelings for her.
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darkphilosophies · 7 months
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You know what would be great? If the Lady of Autumn becomes The High Lady of Autumn when Beron dies and then instead of her going to Day to be with the love of her life - he comes to her. I can totally see Helion giving up everything in favour of his son to be with the woman he loves. He wouldn’t even want to be a High Lord anymore, he’d gladly agree to simply be Lord of Autumn as long as his love gets her power back. And Eris? He’d tease and taunt Helion, but would ultimately back him up.
P.S. You know who’s gonna be the High Lord of Day then, right?
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theatrequeen · 11 months
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Months ago on the Azris Discord server someone had mentioned the concept of Eris losing his memory as he aged due to the Beron's abuse from over the years, which led to this idea festering in my mind and for a while I'd thought about writing it into an actual fic, but I just don't have the time, but I still want to share the idea.
Eris dies at like 1867. He lived long enough to see his children grow up and fall in love. He got to meet his grandchildren. He’d stepped down from his High Lord mantle at around 1750 when his memory started to go. After everything that Beron had put him through eventually even his immortal body starts to give out. His mind was slipping for decades forgetting so many important things from his life. He’ll often talk about people who’ve already passed on (his Mother, Helion, Azriel’s Mother, sometimes even Beron) as if they’re still alive. He remembers Az and their children easily enough, but everything else is just a mess. All the nieces and nephews are a hot mess of names, he mixes up his brothers and who they’re all married to and whose kids belong to whom. He doesn’t remember people’s ages anymore and constantly thinks that old major events happened a lot sooner than they had been (i.e. Hybern war happened a few years ago). Lucien tried to help, searching for a spell to do something helpful, but it was pretty much impossible to find a cure as this was hardly ever seen in Fae. He eventually passes away in his sleep. Az finds out only moments after when the mating bond is cracking and eventually fades out. The funeral is at the end of the week for the beloved High Lord who’d managed to save Autumn from the hateful path that it had been led down. Eris’ body was burned and his ashes released in the wind. A gravestone was placed beneath the tree where Eris had spent so much time with Az and their children.
Az tried to stay strong for his children who’d lost their dad sooner than anyone had expected. Their daughter threw herself into her High Lady work (though with the world at peace, there wasn’t too much heavy work she constantly needed to do). She and her husband (Thesan’s eldest son) and their own children do what they can to find peace and move on in light of her dad’s death. Their son stayed in the Autumn Court as well, but Az had to leave. Everywhere he looked reminded him of his lost mate. Eris was Autumn personified so of course the Court would remind him of Eris. He traveled for a while, visited his friends and family, but seeing them all so in love and them constantly asking if he’s okay. He returns home to Autumn and is greeted by both his kids excitedly hugging him. It’d been about a year since he’d been there so after spending some time with them both he goes to visit Eris’ gravestone. He spends hours talking to him. Az admits that when he’d heard the stories of those ancient Fae who could die of a broken heart he’d thought they were absolute nonsense, but now having lost Eris, it hurts so much more that he actually understands those stories' pain. As Az sits by that tree for hours and as the sun’s setting he sees Eris standing there smiling at him, the gray gone from his hair, looking just as he had the day they’d mated. “It’s my time isn’t it?” “Only if you wish it to be.” Azriel knows the children will grieve. He knows his friends and family will be heartbroken, but he can finally see his mate again. The male he loves so much that it’s hurt to be away from for such a long time. So when Eris reached out to him he took his hand and stepped through to the otherside. 
Rhys and Cassian notice something’s wrong immediately. Their bargain tattoos begin burning. Rhys was with Nyx and Feyre at a meeting with Lucien and Elain and their children in the Day Court when his tattoo started burning. Cassian was with Nesta on a date at their favorite cafe in Velaris when his are burning. Nesta winnows him to Autumn where Rhys already is cradling Az’s head in his lap. Cassian dropped to his side both the batboys trying so hard to wake Az. Rhys is in his mind and sees those final moments but still attempts to bring him back. Nesta, still practically the goddess of death, knows there’s no bringing him back. His spirit is already so far on the other side. Silently she utters the prayer she’s heard enough to make sure that he passes safely. Nesta goes to find her niece and nephew. It’s important that they know what happened. Az’s daughter was with her youngest reading a book and his son was up on a ladder pulling down a book to read. Both are surprised to see Nesta there. She pulls them both into the hall and has to tell them the news. They rush out to where Az, Cass, and Rhys are. Az’s body was cradled between his brothers, both with tears down their cheeks. Az’s kids joined them. 
Azriel’s funeral was similar to Eris’. He too was burned and his ashes scattered. His name was placed next to Eris’ so that their memories would continue to live on together even though they’d both passed on. Both kids grieved again, but they also knew it was for the best. Their Baba had been miserable since their Dad’s passing (and they’d told that to their family in the other courts). He’d tried so hard to act as if he’d been able to peacefully move on as if he hadn’t lost half of his heart when their Dad had died. They’d honestly both been surprised that he’d lasted a year even. Both children made sure to make it a priority that they visit that gravestone often because without their parents, so many other’s lives would be so much worse off than if Autumn had just been left to rot and fester. Instead they’d both poured their hearts and souls into raising Autumn from the ashes so the future generations might be able to live peacefully and safely in the court that had known pain and suffering for so long.
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Live for Tonight
Lucien x Reader
Summary: After you and your mate escape the Autumn Court into Spring, you have constant nightmares about being captured and brought back. This is you telling your mate you’re scared.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 864
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“What’s wrong?” Lucien asks, sitting up stock straight next to you, chest heaving as he frantically searches the room, eye humming softly as he scans the room for danger. He can feel your rapid heartbeat in his chest, his matching yours as the frozen terror you felt from your dream burns like ice in his veins.
“What–” your breath catches in your throat, hugging your knees tightly to your chest, eyes brimming with tears that you can barely hold back. The silk sheets beneath you are damp, it’s much hotter than the Autumn Court. “What if they come after us?”
“They can’t,” Lucien responds softly, placing a hand gently on your back, rubbing a familiar pattern up and down. “They can’t enter the territory. We’re safe here.”
“Just because they can’t enter the Spring Court for territory reasons doesn’t mean that they won’t,” you say, picking at your cuticles and chewing on your lip. You refuse to look over at him, afraid that you’ll see the disappointed look on his face. “You know how your family is.”
His eye whirrs, irritated. And he’s thinking that he does know who his family is. His father is powerful, but he would never enter the Spring Court, never cross that line, too lazy to do the dirty work himself. No, he’d make someone else do it.
Most likely one of his siblings.
But not Eris. Lucien knew that both of you were safe from his oldest brother and he could relax with that thought alone – that his most powerful and intelligent kin would not volunteer nor accept the demand to find the both of you, even if it meant answering to his fathers fists.
“He wouldn’t dare send them after us,” Lucien’s voice is shaky and his hand stops its trail up your spine, slipping down onto the bed where the sheets are still warm from where you were lying not so long ago. “Not after–”
“Please,” you choke, cutting him off, throat burning with tears, “Don’t.”
Not after he killed his brother and Tamlin slaughtered the other.
You couldn’t hear him say it aloud, the basis of your nightmare. His brothers chasing after you with wild eyes and feral grins, teeth glinting like the blades of their knives. It hadn’t been pretty, but the two of you had gotten away and were still together, at least you had that.
You and your mate sit in silence, trying to calm your breathing and to take your mind off of the harrowing events that happened only a fortnight ago.
You haven't been able to sleep since. Your stomach in knots, churning throughout the day and into the night, the constant fear of one of the Autumn Court family members or courtiers coming to drag you back always in your mind. You knew Beron has spies, some of the best in Prythian, and they would surely be sneaky enough to murder you without a whisper.
You’d hardly even left the luxurious estate, though both Lucien and Tamlin tried. The High Lord even offered you protection from his best warriors, a promise that you were safe in his lands, but you’d politely declined, hiding your trembling fingers behind your skirts.
“Tamlin says that we’re safe,” Lucien breaks the silence, his voice quiet. You don’t quite believe him.
“Well I don’t trust him either,” your response is nearly inaudible, wondering if the High Lord of Spring has his own spies.
“Why?” And it’s not an accusation. A genuine question from your mate, and you finally set your gaze on him, showing him the utter fear in your eyes, flooding the bond with your fear.
“Because he killed the High Lord of the Night Court.”
Lucien bites back the retort threatening to escape his throat. He doesn’t want to upset you further. Instead, the amber haired male pulls you tight into his arms, reclining backwards into the bed, your head resting on his chest as he holds you close. Pressing kisses into your forehead and pushing every ounce of love he holds for you through your bond, you relax slightly, shutting your eyes and breathing in his familiar scent.
He knows exactly what kind of crimes Tamlin has committed in the last few centuries, knows the entirety of the muddied tale between Spring and Night, who murdered who. But for some reason Eris trusted the Spring Lord, and he trusted his brother. Until he could think of a better plan to protect you, this was all he could do.
“I will protect you with my life (Y/N), I can promise you that. I love you too much to let anything happen to you.”
You look up at him, hand resting over his steady heartbeat beneath your palm. His eyes are earnest, caressing your cheek with a light touch.
“And I love you too. But I don’t want to live if I am not with you, Luc,” you admit, “It’d hurt too much.”
“Then let’s just live tonight,” he responds softly, brushing your hair behind your ear, using the hand to slide around the back of your neck and pull you into him fully, meeting your mouth in a long, passionate kiss.
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Flames and Sunlight - Chapter One
HELION X LOA
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Having to repost this because it cut out half of the words on my desktop for some reason? Anyways hope this works, huge love to everyone who has been waiting for this and who has been so supportive through the writing process, hope you enjoy reading!
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Hestia stared up into the dark eyes of the High Lord of Autumn, her scarlet painted lips half lifting in a practiced smile as she dipped her body into a deep curtsy. The ballroom was silent, each person watching her as she rose slowly. She should have been panicking, her heart thundering in her chest at the knowledge that the eyes of her court and others watched her like a hawk. But this is what she had been born for - to dance.
Nobody had danced this dance at the equinox ball for centuries. It was too complicated, too risky, and usually only resulted in the person attempting it embarrassing themselves - the only reason she could even attempt it was because her father had hunted down one of the few faeries left alive still able to perform it. Hestia's father had instead insisted that she learned, and she knew how his temper would rise if she failed. She was the best dancer of all her sisters, and one of them needed to catch Beron's eye.
Beron flicked his fingers, seemingly impressed as she raised her chin confidently. One of his guards stepped forwards with a black blindfold in his hands. It seemed Beron was not impressed enough with her for attempting the dance, but expected her to do it completely traditionally too. That is to say; blind. She nodded once, taking the blindfold and letting it be fastened around her eyes.
For the first time she pushed down a flicker of nerves in her chest. She took three confident steps into the centre of the dance floor, or to where she believed it to be. It was part of the difficulty of the dance - to know where everything was, to gracefully avoid any collisions.
She spread her arms wide, inviting the orchestra to begin as her breath caught in her throat.
They answered her call without hesitation. A simple pluck of the strings at first, gentle yet commanding. Hestia let her body respond as she rose impossibly high on one foot, her other leg swinging out behind her until the momentum dragged her into one swift, graceful turn, then another. She felt her skirts lift around her, their petticoated layers carefully chosen to form an alluring flash of colour as she kicked and turned.
Her first wide step would have her lurching blindly towards the crowd, but there was no backing out now. The closer she got to the audience watching the more skilled she would prove herself - she was under strict instructions from her father to end the dance in front of Beron himself, to kneel and submit to him without even having seen him.
She let her legs carry her across the open space, releasing a relieved breath as she avoided any collisions. Gentle gasps echoed from the crowd as she leapt again, landing on the point of her toe. She swallowed down the familiar pain, spinning again and again-
Her ankle wobbled imperceptibly, sending her pointed leg wide as she wobbled. A split second mistake and this was over, could be over, was about to be over-
Strong hands grabbed her waist, securing her into the final turn before taking her hands in the traditional ballroom hold. Hestia couldn't help her grin as she made the next wide, controlled step, and felt the muscular body of her partner answer her call.
There was a reason this dance was never done, a reason that it was almost unheard of for it to be partnered. The speed and complications of it made it hard enough alone, but any partners had to be so in tune with one another that they could predict four, five, ten steps into the other's mind.
Hestia took another step, feeling her partner's body respond to hers in an unspoken language. Was it Beron? He was not known for joining in dances, but perhaps he had made an exception. Nobody else was bold or stupid enough to take his place - it was an unspoken rule that Hestia was his already, and nobody in the autumn court would dare touch what the high lord had claimed, officially or unofficially. According to her father the high lord was already enamoured with her, or as enamoured as he could be, the dance was just to seal the deal.
Maybe, she thought, her body knowing instinctively to bend into a deep dip as her partner's hands dropped to her waist, this could work with Beron. The hands on her waist were strong, capable, gentle…..those fingertips left a trail of fire along the small patches of exposed skin they touched, a fire she longed to feel again.
Her lips split into a full, gleeful smile at the thought of a true partner, a true opponent. She twirled again, her partner's deft hands supporting her and taking it one step further as the music burst into a bold crescendo, lifting her into the air as the crowd gasped and clapped. Hestia let her back arch, folding against a strong shoulder as she was lowered down to the floor again.
As the music ebbed, she took a few large steps backwards. Her father had told her to bow to Beron at the end - Beron must be her partner. Nobody else was stupid enough to step in. She could bow to the throne as planned, but if her potential betrothed stood in front of her...
She raised a hand to her heart, turning back to where her partner stood and kneeling in one swift move, the silence ringing out as the last note hit.
The crowd was quiet in shock before a roar of applause shook the ballroom. Hestia grinned, untying her blindfold to meet those dark eyes of her High Lord.
But it was not dark eyes that met her own, but a pair of golden eyes dancing with the same mirth and joy that sang in her own blood. And behind the stranger, Beron scowled down at her.
It was not Beron Vanserra whose dance had set her blood alight. It was Helion Spellcleaver.
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"Is the party really so dull that all the prettiest females choose to skulk in the dark gardens instead? I knew Beron was boring but I didn't think it was too terrible in there.." a clear, confident voice rang out through the pathway.
Hestia sighed, the cold of the balcony edge cutting into her ribcage. It was refreshing given the heat and chaos of the ballroom, a poor imitation of the heat that sang in her blood. She had aimed to be alone here.
"I hardly believed anyone would notice the absence of one female." She admitted, turning to face the male behind the voice. Her body turned taught as she realised who it was she was speaking to, who stood before her. The male from earlier, her dance partner.
Even in the moonlight, he was dazzling. Golden toga draped across a strong chest, wine glass hanging lazily from one hand and those eyes... those dark eyes fixed entirely on her. Amber eyes, the colour that should be every part autumn court somehow so entirely unsuited to anyone but the High Lord of Day. "My lord" she added quickly, out of habit. A half smirk lifted his lips as he waved a hand in dismissal. Hestia watched him all the same - a high lord was no one to be underestimated, and even if he didn't want her calling him by his title she wouldn't let herself fall into casualness with him.
"Of course it was noticed. You were the most radiant in there"
Hestia had to admit, that response caught her off-guard. Of the two of them, she was certainly not the most radiant.
Nobody could be radiant next to Helion. His skin sang with sunshine, the warmth rolling off of him in waves enough to make her forget where she stood in the moonlit garden of the autumn court.
She couldn't help the soft scoff that left her lips, even as she felt them curling into a smile. "Cad" she muttered, surprising herself with her boldness.
Helion's assessing gaze was like a caress down her side. She shivered, her eyes meeting his once more as he grinned, then tipped his head back in a jubilant laugh. The sound had her own smile splitting into something full and beautiful, unrestrained joy flowing from both of them at once.
"You wound me, lady!" He protested, taking another step towards her as she grinned and shook her head.
"Forgive me, my lord. That was hardly my intention. just meant to say that your reputation proceeds you, and if it is a companion you search for I am hardly the right choice among that ballroom" she replied.
The mirth that had been dancing in those amber eyes faded. Hestia swore that a little of Helion's glow dimmed too. He turned once more, taking a sip of his drink.
"I do not search you out for that, I swear it" he promised gently. Maybe it made Hestia a fool, but she believed him. They fell into a silence, neither one moving as the moments stretched between them. Hestia picked at her gown as Helion sipped his wine. "How old are you, Lady?"
His question caught her off guard once again.
"Eighteen, my lord"
Shock and understanding passed over his face at once. "A little young for someone like Beron, wouldn't you say?" He muttered mildly, despite his words carrying enough venom to have him publicly beaten in this court. Hestia couldn't help the shallow dip of her head though - confirmation. Beron was six hundred years her senior, and although he had only become high lord a few decades ago he had remained unmarried. Helion by comparison was brand new, having ascended into his position as high lord just at the start of the year.
It was no secret that the high lord was searching for a wife. It was unusual for high lords to ascend power without one, and every year that passed without a legitimate heir Beron's advisors got more and more antsy. Hestia had not been surprised when her father had ordered a whole new wardrobe for her and told her that she was to appear at court at the equinox ball, that she was to charm the high lord however she could.
Her breath of fresh air out here would undoubtedly result in her father scolding her, but she couldn't stand to be in that ballroom a second longer after that dance. Beron's eyes had burned into her just as strongly as if he'd used his own fire against her, watching her every move as she was swept into another dance, then another, until she finally made her escape to the gardens.
Hestia tensed as she noticed her father standing by the door, his stare downright threatening as he glared at her. She straightened once more, taking a few steps along the pathway.
Her traitorous gaze though...she couldn't help but steal another glance at Helion as he leaned into the balcony as she had. He smiled and shook his head, nodding back to the ballroom.
"Another night perhaps, my lady"
"Hestia" she replied quietly. His eyes lit with a pleasant surprise as he nodded his head, pausing just long enough that it became closer to a bow than a symbol of recognition.
"Another night perhaps, Hestia" he said, his smile audible in his words. She nodded and started walking before his voice paused her once more. "Oh, and Hestia?" Her russet eyes mer his amber. "Don't let them decide it for you. Any of it" he murmured with a playful salute as she smiled a little, heading back into the ballroom.
Her father's grip on her wrist was painful, but he didn't notice as she glanced back through the sash windows into the garden.
There he stood still, amber eyes on her, golden crown glinting, toga blowing on a gentle breeze.
The high lord of Day watched her, and as she watched him back she felt an aching begin deep in her chest. She stifled it, taking that ache deep within and filling it with the image of him, there in the gardens, the memory of his hands on her waist, her dress, her skin.
Yes, brilliant certainly was the word, because in those moments it was no mere fae that watched her.
He was pure radiance
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