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fever-fluff · 4 months

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Part I - Quick as a Fox

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will contain spoilers for the ACOTAR series

“What could Rhysand possibly need that would be out here, Shadowsinger.” Lucien’s voice was thick with disdain, swatting another branch from the thick brush they walked through.

“Scared of getting you breeches a little dirty, Lucien? Doesn’t seem like you do well in the dirt.” Azriel’s sneer was no better, and the innuendo about Elain did not fly past Lucien so easily.

“Believe me, its not the first time I’ve gotten it on my knees, maybe you’d like to hear all about my time in the garden last week-” Lucien was quick to block the fist aiming for his gut, but it threw him off balance all the same, soft ground beneath him not much to grip.

Azriel came at him again, “Shut your filthy mouth, Vanserra.” Lucien just laughed at the male’s brazen behaviour towards the female he’d tried to snatch for himself. It had been months now since the last solstice, and the catastrophe of the necklace had caused a rift between Azriel and Elain that Lucien had, without regret, used to his advantage. Elain was mated to him, and he’d agreed to Rhys’ wish of not inciting a blood rite over the shadowsingers obvious display of disrespect.

He had not pushed Elain in the slightest with his affections, but he had made it clear they were there. And after finding a bitterness under all that façade of sweet, Lucien had coaxed it out. It turned out she had more in common with Nesta than they’d all first thought, and he relished in the fire when she let it out.

The two tumbled as they fought, both to engrossed in getting another blow to the others face when they stumbled down a concealed ridge. They had separated just as the reached the bottom, and went to got at it again until Lucien noticed what they’d fallen into.

“Mother above”

Azriel looked to what was behind him, sucking in a breath and the grove of statues they’d landed in. “What the damned is this place?” walking around, the two noticed now that they were not statues, but petrified bodies of fae of all kinds. Lucien stopped in front of a certain one, loosing a shudder as he recognised the face in front of him. “I can’t be…”

Azriel joined his side, analysing the kneeling figure in from of him. The arms were twisted as if two fae had hold of her while the magic took effect. A sneer crossed her features, and he felt a shiver as he though of what it might have looked like in flesh. There was pure hatred in those eyes, and the snarl of her lips was something that he’d only seen on the most animalistic of his kind. Though she looked to be high fae, with pointed sharp ears, her demeanour was something he’d place in a wild beast.

“We need to free her.” “Are you mad?!” Lucien had already turned and began sifting through his sack, pulling viles as he went. “Lucien, who the Hel is she?!” he started mixing different liquids together, the mixture turning all different shades of different colours too quick for Azriel to catch.

“Someone who may be able to help.” “Hah…?”

Before Azriel could stop him, Lucien poured the new potion on to the top of the statue, and waited as it took effect. It was a simple reversal but depending on the depth of the initial fae's magic when she had been petrified, the time to undo the curse was debatable.

So they sat a respectable distance apart, and watched the statue like hawks. The sun had started to dip in the sky by the time they noticed the stone slowly shift, and a pale complexion took its place. Her chest began to slowly rise and fall, and a flutter of her eyelids became stronger as the hours passed on.

The moon had taken its place in the sky, and both males had drifted off into the land of the unconscious until they heard harsh coughing. The statue, now skin, moved achingly while the faes body returned to normal. Lucien cautiously moved towards her with a canister of water, “Fox, its alright, we’re not here to harm you...” The slap of the canister from Lucien’s hand was quick and strong, too strong for someone who had atrophied for mother only knows how long now. What was even more miraculous was the speed she moved towards the brush to their right, finding a small stream to gulp out of heavily. Azriel made to move on her, but Lucien held his hand up as a signal to wait, “don’t spook her, unless you don’t like having limbs anymore.”

Once she’d had her fill, she turned her eyes to the two of them, and he could have sworn they flickered between a serpent’s slits to the fae oval. As she spoke, her voice cracked from years of disuse, but he could hear the power she could wield it with, “I suggest you both start talking before you have no more tongues to do so.”

Azriel’s responding growl was low, truth-teller now grasped in his hand as he etched closer to her, “you shouldn’t make threats you can’t follow through on, bitch. In your state, this is going to go only one way. With your throat at my bla-”

Too fast. Way too fast for someone only after waking from such a long prison did the woman lunge for Azriel, snapping at his wrist with both hands and knocking the knife from his hand. He didn’t have time to reach for another as her body morphed, twisting into muscle and scales, wrapping round his body and wings and tightening instantly. She’d wrapped the latter half of her body round him like a snake, leaving her upper body in the fae state and sneered when he choked for air as she squeezed, “what was that? Sorry, I cant hear you over your own spit.”

“Fox, let him go, please.” Lucien had backed up, hands in surrender. Her gaze moved to him, and the recognition that lanced through her eyes did nothing to ease the grip she had on Azriel’s body. “I never thought I’d see a child of autumn beg for the life of an Illyrian.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know. But the High Lord of Night won’t take it well if you kill his spymaster on my watch.” Finally, she eased herself off, and Aziel gasped for the precious air he’d missed. She’d put a reasonable amount of distance between them all, still on guard with how the serpentine part of her body coiled like a spring. Once he’d finally reached his feet again, she started looking for answers, “How long have I been asleep? How do you know who I am?”

“If my brother’s words are something to go off of, half a century, maybe more.” Lucien flashed her that goddamned smile, “I’m Lucien, Beron’s youngest son.”

That didn’t seem to placate her like he’d hoped, and Lucien wasn’t quick enough to move away from her attack. Talons retched from her fingernails, and she had him in her grip before he even had a chance to realise. “I suggest you keep his name out of your mouth, child, before I really do rip out your tongue.”

“He’s telling the truth, he’s a Vanserra.” Azriel wouldn’t make it in time to stop her if she made for his neck. She snorted, “And what makes you think I would believe a word that comes out of your mouth, Shadowsinger.” Shit, she’d caught on to his shadows. He pulled them back from the two, holding up his hands in the fashion Lucien had before. “You know who I am?”

“Everyone knows the little toy the High Lord of Night uses in his arsenal of weapons, though congrats on the promotion. Spymaster seems fitting for your type of… constitution.”

She’s turned her attention back to the redhead lying beneath her, “If you are telling the truth, my lord won’t be too happy if I slit this lovely, tanned neck of yours. So, I suggest you both stay where you are until I am far enough away to not turn back and change my mind.”

“wha-”

She was gone before the two could blink.

“What in gods damned was that, Lucien?!” Azriel’s anger was far beyond livid. But the autumn male simply stood, rubbing at his neck, still feeling the ghost of her claws on his skin.

“Her name’s fox. She’s been missing since before the war. One of the most dangerous fae Beron ever had under his control. He used to tell me stories of her, to scare me into going to bed.”

“And you didn’t think waking her would be a bad idea, considering she has no clue who you are?!” Lucien winced under his tone, “I thought she’d smell that we were related, nothing gets past her senses. But I suppose I really didn’t think…”

“Rhysand is gonna be pissed, you realise this?” Azriel started to pace. If they really had released something like that with no safeguards, nothing to stop her from returning to Autumn, they could be in for a lot more trouble with Beron than they first expected.

“Yea, I know.” The two made to go back to Velaris, winnowing silently.

Quick. Quick as a fox. You need to be fast, faster than anything that might catch you. His voice rang in your ears as you sprinted through the thicket, four paws pushing silently off the ground at each lurch of your body. Come on, fox. I know you’re faster than that. The hounds are going to rip you to shreds if they catch you, I wont hold them back. Gods, you needed to run. If you were still in the grove, that meant you were only one court away from Autumn, the winter court.

Sure enough, a border of ice and snow came into view, and the fur you wore changed from the fire red of his hair to the white of winter. They’d never feel you breach the border; animals came and went as seasons changed, even in the eternal courts. And your winter body would blend you into one of them long enough for you to pass through unnoticed. You’d run, run as fast as you could until you reached him.

Five hundred years you haven’t been watching from the shadows. Watching and waiting. You knew the day they took you he wouldn’t look for you. You had failed him, had gotten caught. You are my fox, quick and sly. But if you get caught in a snare, there will be nothing I can do to stop the hunters from claiming their game.

Hours had passed until you reached the land of Autumn, and your body returned to the red that you never forgot in your imprisonment. It was all you could remember of him, that and his cruel disposition. You had forgotten his eyes, but never the feeling as they landed on you with cold contempt.

You made for the cabin on the base of the mountains. You knew he’d keep it warded. And all you had to do was cross the threshold and he’d come for you.

Being encased in that stone should have turned you mad, but the hot anger you had been laced with for the change had kept you burning with sanity. You would be no good to him if you’d freed yourself and come back with no wits. So it had burned, for year upon year, until the red head idiot decided he knew who you were and released you.

He hadn’t smelt like Beron, you’d checked. Lady of Autumn, sure, but Beron was no where in his blood. You wondered what happened there.

The cabin was in sight when you felt your legs give out. Shifting back, you wobbled on fae legs to the front of the porch. But you couldn’t sit. If he came and couldn’t remember you, you’d have to make fast work at fleeing before he decided you were a threat to his oasis.

It didn’t take long for the beating of hooves and the pounding of paws to reach your ears. Light flickered in the distance, one lone torch among the forest of orange and yellow.

Standing steady, you raised your head as the face you’d forgotten became clear. Gods, now that it was in front of you again, you realised it had never left you. It haunted your dreams, your nightmares, and every waking moment you sat kneeling in that grove. You'd only forgotten that it was real, and not a figment of your trapped mind.

Nothing was said as the hounds came charging, ready to tear whatever decided to breach their master’s property. But the wave of scent you let wash over you had them stopping in their tracks. Now unsure of whether you were truly the threat they were first ordered to rid.

“State your business, before I am no longer lenient with my dogs’ lag.” He voice sounded harder than you could think to remember. You hated it, wondering what he'd done in the time you were gone to sound like that. But you bowed deep, knee hitting the wood beneath you in reverence, “my lord.”

You didn’t dare lift your head, couldn’t bear it if you looked up and saw nothing of recognition in his eyes. But the sharp inhale, small enough that only you would ever hear it, loosed the fear filling your chest. “Fox?” you smiled.

“It’s been a long time, Eris.”

#pro eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris vanserra angst #eris vanserra #autumn court #acotar fandom #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #azriel acotar #lucien vanserra #beron vanserra #high lord eris #high lord of autumn

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 1 year

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gust & flame - masterlist

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

--- takes place after the events in A Court of Silver Flames

🍁 Eris Vanserra x Reader

Chapter I || Chapter II || Chapter III || Chapter IV || Chapter V || Chapter VI || Chapter VII || Chapter VIII || Chapter IX || Chapter X || Chapter XI || Chapter XII || Chapter XIII || Chapter XIV || Chapter XV || Chapter XVI || Chapter XVII || Chapter XVIII || Chapter XIX || Chapter XX || Chapter XXI || Chapter XXII || Chapter XXIII || Chapter XXIV

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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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

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queercontrarian · 22 days

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High Lady Beron

#i feel like i need to repent or sth #mother gothel energy #mommy beron #high lords as high ladies #autumn court #beron #acotar

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tadpolesonalgae · 8 days

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Hot-Cock

Beron x reader

a/n: feel free to enjoy or cry to your heart’s content 🧡💛

warnings: smut, oral (m! Receiving), the smallest tiniest hint of breeding kink, and equally subtle hints of bdsm?

word count: 1.6k~

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Out of every attendant he’s had, you are by far his favourite.

There’s something he finds deeply satisfying, almost arousing, at the manner you conduct yourself with, that in his own mind is at times more respectable and dignified that some of the wives of his council. That his whore would be more dignified than what should be a noble lady—yes, he finds a dark pleasure in that fact.

That mental satisfaction is only added to by the physical pleasure you’re capable of stirring in him, stoking his embers until he feels he could burn you alive, reduce you to metaphorical cinders with the kind of pleasure his body gives to him in response to your mouth and tongue.

He leans back against the desk, head tipping back slightly as he keeps a dominating grip on your hair, pleased by how seamlessly you follow his silent demands—so effortless he can at times forget he has an entire female at his disposal, getting lost in the pleasures of your mouth that all he’s aware of is your tongue, hot and wet as you flick lightly over the slit in his head.

He fucks you as a possession, inanimate and wholly owned.

A muscle ticks in Beron’s jaw, his grip becoming even more unforgiving as he draws near his peak, brows narrowing in concentration as the high comes closer, almost material enough for him to grasp with his hands. He doesn’t bother with a warning, it doesn’t even cross his mind—his one focus is his own pleasure, and with a goading stroke of your tongue, he capitulates to the release.

Knelt between his legs, face pressed between them, you’re kept tight to his base, his hips bucking as his iron grip prevents you from pulling away, and you feel how he reaches his high, cum spilling on your tongue, down your throat, without a care for the fae who’s knelt between his legs.

He groans lowly, roughly, at last ready and warmed up, and you pull away from his cock, heavy and hard, moisture already nestled in a small bead at his tip. You lick your lips, keeping your head dipped until you’re certain you’re looking presentable.

Well, as presentable as you can be while kneeling before him and entirely without clothes.

Hot amber eyes glance down at you, and you wait obediently for his instructions, keeping your head lowered in a show of subservience.

“On the bed,” he orders firmly, hardly out of breath though a touch rougher than usual. You make to shift towards the mattress but he jerks on your hair sharply, angling your head to look at him in unfair reprimand. “I want you on your hands and knees,” he commands lowly with an edge of displeasure at having to even give the orders. “Make sure you look the part.”

Arousal liquefies between your thighs, already wet from having him in your mouth, and you move for the bed when he releases you. It’s not often he’ll order you into this position, but you can admit it’s one you like particularly. The bed is tall enough for you to bend over without a problem—being ordered to position yourself on your hands and knees means you’re forced to spread your thighs wide in order to be at the same height. An added humiliation that he seems to find equally pleasurable.

Swiftly and seamlessly, you settle at the edge of the bed, glancing over to where he’s now stood. He’s almost entirely clothed again, appearing as finely dressed as is customary for a High Lord, but his cock is hot and heavy in his large palm, and from that alone you know he has more than a couple of rounds for you to take.

You gasp in surprise when flame shackles your wrists, tearing them out from under you so you end up tipping forward, face in the burgundy and gold embroidered duvet, with your ass slightly raised in the air—not especially high, due to the wide spread of your thighs.

“Better,” Beron mutters to himself, hot palms settling over the roundness of your hind, spanning the soft skin before guiding himself to your entrance, applying a slight pressure to your lower back, forcing you lower to the mattress. “Look like a proper whore now.”

Your spine arches, head moving to the side so your cheek is pressed into the mattress, breathing shallow as he pushes the head of his cock into you, able to feel how you squeeze him, trying to pull him deeper so he’ll fill you up as he usually does, even without meaning to.

His palm connects roughly with your ass, and you gasp in surprise, feeling the stinging heat as your toes curl. “You’re being paid to work,” he growls out, “not to keep yourself spread out on my bed. Move.”

Heat flushes your skin, your hips shifting slightly as you try to obey his impossible instructions, attempting to move up and down, but he’s practically got you pinned to his bed, thighs unable to shift your weight even slightly with the way your arms are bound at your back. His palm connects again, and this time you whimper, trying to squirm beneath all the constraints keeping you in place.

“Can’t even manage that?” He spits lowly, pushing deeper into you, filling you up pleasurably while keeping you immobile beneath him. “I should throw you out,” he mutters, leaning over you slightly, his hips pressing tight against you, so he’s in up to the hilt, making you pant heavily as he puts his flames into you with so little effort, heat rising to his skin. “What good is a whore who can’t even fuck properly?” He mutters lowly, enjoying his power over you, both physical and through his position of High Lord. “Do I have to teach you?” He drawls, hand again tangling in your hair, pulling you from his bed, hips still kept tight to your hind. “Do you have no shame in your uselessness? Answer me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but can hardly string thoughts together, let alone a coherent sentence. “I…I can…” you mumble, hips shifting ever so slightly as you curve your spine, trying to widen the stance of your thighs in attempts to please him. “I can, if you’d—”

“You’re in no position to be making requests,” he mutters, drawing his hips back then pressing in again, forcing a whimper from your soft lips. “You should be begging me to allow you to stay after this lousy performance.”

“Please…” you mumble, but the word slants in your mouth, coming out all wrong, and you flush with humiliation.

Beron frowns with distain, pushing you into the mattress as he bucks into you, rolling his hips against your own, able to hear the muffled whimpers and moans he’s forcing from your mouth. He pushes firmly on your lower back, and you cry out as you flatten onto the bed, stomach pressed against the mattress while your feet stumble and scramble over the wooden floorboards, attempting to stand properly, but even your tiptoes only graze the floor.

He’s having none of it.

Without giving you time to make amends—though it was undoubtedly his intention to force you into this position—he draws his hips back and pushes in roughly, choosing a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the mattress, keeping your face shoved into the sheets as he allows the inner fire of his magic to release.

You babble into the bed, squirming beneath his touch as he pounds into you mercilessly, touch rough and demanding as he keeps a relentless grip on your body, your wrists still bound at your back, entirely helpless while he takes his frustrations out on you.

Breaths pant from your lips, legs scrambling to stable yourself despite the hard grip he has on you. The flame wreathing your forearms is pleasantly hot, skin beginning to gleam with sweat, and your nails dig into your palms, unable to do anything other than take the unforgiving buck of his hips, cock touching those spots that have your breath hitching. Even uncaring for your pleasure, each movement of his cock rubs so perfectly against you, putting his weight behind each thrust as he pounds into you, content to take his frustration and strain out on you.

The high knocks you off your feet, fluttering around the thick length of him, and your skin flushes with his flame as his cock heats inside of you the closer he gets to release, spurred on by the feeling of your squeezing him so tight. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he presses hard on your lower back, applying pressure as he squeezes you between his palm and the mattress, making you more sensitive to his cock as he repeatedly drives into you.

Your lids flutter as you feel him release, able to feel the heat of his cum as he spills inside of you, toes curling with arousal, fluttering around him in attempts to keep him within the wet heat of your cunt.

“Shameless whore,” he mutters lowly, roughly, a touch breathless, “no matter how many times I tell you, you always find some way to take pleasure from it.”

You pant heavily, trying to regain your wits, but the heat is still flushing your skin, his cock still keeping you hot and full, able to feel how hard he is.

“We’ll see how much you enjoy the next few hours,” he drawls lowly, the flame that’s binding your forearms and keeping them to your back traces up your spine to wrap around your throat. “If you orgasm even once, you’ll keep the collar on for a month. See if that teaches you some damned obedience to your High Lord.”

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#beron x reader #beron x reader smut #beron vanserra #beron smut #high lord of autumn

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ladyragingstorm · 8 months

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High Lord and Lady of the autumn court 🔥🍁

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bookishcarmela · 4 months

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Saw she didn’t have much fan art so I decided to draw the beautiful highlady of autumn 😻

Who should I draw next?🧐

#eris vanserra #acotar #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #acomaf #lucien vanserra #beron vanserra #vanserra brothers #helion spell cleaver #high lord helion #autumn #autumn court #day court #fanart #digital art #young artist

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toffifeegirl · 2 years

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Lucien and Jesmida 😭😭😭😭😭

#poor boy #acotar #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #vanserra brothers #high lord beron #autumn court #feyre archeron #tamlin

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berryzxx · 5 months

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Ok HEAR ME OUT. I HATE Beron with my whole heart. Like DESPISE him. But WHAT IF?

He knew that Lucien wasn't his child because when he was younger his powers might have made an appearance but because he never trained them, it kind of fell to the back of his fire wielding. And Beron saw it one day and clocked that Lucien wasn't his son but because he loves his wife (they used to have a really good relationship) he pretends not to know but he's harmed her so much and he's basically ashamed of himself so he's like might as well carry on being who I am because there's no going back but he lets her have that one thing because he acc really really DEEP down still loves her.

(tell me if that makes sense, also dw i still hate him)

#eris vanserra #autumn court #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #eris acotar #beron vanserra #high lord beron #lady of autumn #vanserra brothers #helion #theory

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darkphilosophies · 5 months

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↬ long fics

♚ A Court of Fire and Desire - Eris x OC. arranged marriage. enemies to lovers. ongoing. chapters 5/?

♚ Chains of Fire -Azriel x Eris. mafia au. ongoing. chapter 2/?

♚ I want to kiss you but I want it too much - Azriel x Eris, angsty. ongoing.

↬ one shots

♔ In the shadow of the throne - Azriel x Eris. angsty and smut with a sprinkles of feels.

♔ The light we lost in the fire - the night Lucien is born. sad.

♔ A dance with darkness - Eris x OC. pure smut.

♔ Bathe me in your sunlight - Lucien x Elain. fluff and some soft lovemaking.

♔ As you wish, darling… - Beron x Elain. smut. graphic smut. bad for your health.

♔ Here for you - Azriel x Eris. smut and feels.

♔ I hate the way I don't hate you - Azriel x Eris. smut and feels.

♔ I know and you know too - Azriel x Eris. smut and feels.

↬ headcanons

✷ Eris x Reader SFW Headcanons

✷ Lucien x Reader SFW Headcanons

✷ Helion x Reader SFW Headcanons

Most of my works you can find on AO3

Thank you for reading ♡

P.S. My messages are open for any suggestions, criticism or requests. Whatever your hearts desire, feel free to let me know :)

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teddyhoneybear · 1 month

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🍁Elain tangled herself into some Autumn Court Drama in the means to save Lucien🍂

Inspired by All you have is your fire (written by @clockwork-ashes)

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ladydevena · 5 days

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Can I just say, the fact that the high lords don’t all wear generic crowns in their colors, but it actually ties to their courts makes me happy?and they probably all have quite a few different themed ones?

Tamlin with his burnished gold laurel leaf crown at the wedding that was a courtly version of the calanmai crown he probably dawns each year? And his tithe crown is so suited to more strict moments with its representation of wealth and stability?

Tarquin with his silver cresting waves and blue gemstones for a casual night out on the town? As asymmetrically stunning as the very waters he connects his court to, the blues of the stones glinting with white and green and the depths of the very ocean hidden by the brash, crashing beauty created by the surface?

Helions spiked gold crown as vicious and pointed yet beautiful and picturesque as the suns rays? As warm in color as his skin yet simple and statement making in it power just like helion himself- not needing much adornment to radiate the strength, beauty and deadly power and wicked intelligence he holds?

Rhys has a raven feather crown which makes me wonder if previous highlords of night weren’t just serpentile like the creatures of the hewn city but dark winged and raven featured in some way? (And Feyres crown - complimentary to Rhys isn’t just a newly made item, it existed in tandem with his for previous ladies of night I’m assuming so it ties to the court that way as well?)

Autumn court with its mixture of Medieval English and conqueror era Spanish style in my head? With traditional red and green stones highlighted the most and silver and gold alike, crosses and points to their headwear? Very formal and structured, not just to denote their position, but to reinforce tradition, wealth, class structures, very inline with what I’d assume of the autumn courts viciousness mentioned in the books? Beautiful but vicious.

Winter court with near white shining metals, carved glass and crystal bases for ice diamonds; blue, gray, & frosty fogged stones? Dark blues and wicked gnarled features representing barren branches and shards of ice????

Dawn court with its sweeping elegance and love of beautiful embellishments and pension for color? The people are noted to be largely from Xian as noted by SJM and I always imagine dawn court to be a beautiful mix of Indian and Chinese culture, and the jewelry reflects it, beautifully Intrically carved warm toned metals that depict stories or symbolism entertwined with the culture? Stoned used abundantly yet they’re never garish? They only enhance and bring out the beauty of the crowns and reflect the cultures within the court itself?

(Like I’d love to dive deeper into it and maybe make or paint the crowns one day but that’s a different story)

That’s it that’s the post grammar be darned.

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sapchat · 6 months

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Eris lineage

So I’m writing something right now and I’m rereading parts of ACOWAR to get the direct quotes and shit and I’m at the part where they visit Keir and Eris visits the Hewn City. What are the chances that Eris isn’t Berons son?

Feyre says he hunted her down like an animal and this is how Eris responds:

Eris’s pale face flushed. “I was given an order. And sent to do it with two of my … brothers.”

“And what of the brother you hunted down alongside me? The one whose lover you helped to execute before his eyes?”

He hesitates when he says brothers. We can infer that he doesn’t really care for them with how he acts but this also helps that statement. He seems to hesitate to call them his brothers which could be a way to distance himself from them and how cruel they are.

But we can also see he cares for Lucien more because Eris likely knows that he has no chance at the Autumn throne with being Helions son because he gets him out of the Autumn court

He even tells Feyre she knows nothing, emphasizing on the nothing too, about that day and then he tells her he’s the one that tipped Tamlin off about him being near the border.

Like I know it’s unlikely cuz Eris is very obviously next in line but we also know the succession can change with families by us know Mor’s family used to run the Night court and somewhere down the line Rhys’ family became the more powerful line.

But we also know that Lady Autumn has had an affair once, what’s to say that Helions the only one slept with. She obviously has the capability to weld fire based on Lucien (which bitch got lucky there damn) but that could also be why she wasn’t afraid at having Lucien. She knows that he’ll have fire abilities because it’s already happened once before with Eris. That’s why she had no real fear about sleeping with Helion.

Who’s to say she didn’t sleep with a sibling or cousin of Beron who could’ve become High Lord if Beron died without an heir. That could still make Eris powerful enough for line of succession to recognize him as next ruler.

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 4 months

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Shallow Waters: Part One (PirateRhysand x Reader)

Warnings: Arranged marriage, toxic family, swearing, drinking

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Being the only daughter of Beron, you are expected to marry someone and be the perfect example of elegance. You've managed to make yourself completely undesirable to the other royalty, until one of the worst males visit for a party...

I walk down the gilded halls of our fathers castle on my twin brother’s arm, trying to keep a pretty smile plastered onto my face as some lord and lady I don’t recognise pass us.

My brother Lucien was born first, a relatively easy birth in comparison to mine.

I was out second, and our mother almost died giving birth to me. My father has hated me ever since then, and most of my other brothers never let me forget it.

“This gathering of male’s that our father’s planning, you know he expects you to leave with an engagement, correct?” Lucien asked once the couple was out of ear shot.

My lips quirked up into a smile. Lucien was always worried about me, taking the over protective brother stereotype to new heights.

“Oh, you know that none of those fools will be leaving that room with any intention to take me as their wife. No, not Y/n the terrible.” I tease, elbowing him.

I had earned the nickname after my father had hosted a ball, hoping to pawn me off onto some influential family.

That night I had made sure to heckle, bother, and step on everyone’s toes.

I also drank so much that I vomited on one of my brothers.

Now that was a fun night.

Lucien didn’t laugh as he normally would though. “I know you think yourself invincible sister, but father is growing impatient, and I’m worried.”

I roll my eyes, but don’t bother to comment, instead, asking him quietly, “Talking about marriage, when are you and Jesminda going to tie the knot?”

Lucien’s eyes went wide as he quickly scanned around, making sure no one heard me before he hissed in a low voice, “We don’t talk about her in the castle, you know that.”

I shrugged, grinning. “That’s not an answer brother.”

He sighed wearily. “ We don’t have any plans for the immediate future. If father found out about us-”

Rolling my eyes, I let out an exaggerated sigh. “You need to worry less about father and more about living!” I exclaim throwing my arms out to emphasize my point.

I knew the importance of keeping their relationship hidden, but still, I hated seeing my brother fretting about it all the time.

His eyes narrowed. “I know you’ve had your flings, but you don’t know what it’s like to love someone deeply yet. And when you do, you’ll realize that you’ll worry less about ‘living’ as you put it, and more about keeping that other person safe.”

His speech makes me yawn, and he scowls.

“Are you even listening to me?” He inquired.

“Nope!” I say, picking up my skirts and turning down an adjacent hall, running awkwardly in my heels as I shouted over my shoulder, “I’ll see you around Lucy, and you better have an answer next time I see you!”

I giggled as I ran away, hearing him mutter a curse as I did. He hated that nickname.

As I walk, I gasp as I see my friend, Alis, who I was told would be visiting from the summer court.

“Alis! It’s been forever! I didn’t know you’d arrive so soon!” I exclaim, rushing up to her and taking her bark like hands into mine as I grin with glee. “I was told your ship had been delayed! Something about harsh storms on the sea?” I question, taking her arm as she gives me a soft grin, the both of us walking through the halls as we spoke.

“Actually, if you truly want to know, it was pirates.” Alis whispered, smiling softly as my face split into a ridiculously wide grin.

“Pirates?! That’s so cool!” I exclaim, shaking her slightly. “You have to tell me everything. Were they ruffians? How many tattoos did they have? Did they fly a black flag like the stories claim?”

Alis shushed me, laughing softly. “It was strange. Some of them were tattooed, yes. And they flew a black flag, but for thieves they were actually quite polite.”

I groan, and Alis looks at me curiously.

“Boring!” I exclaim with frustration, making Alis chuckle.

“If I were a pirate, I would swear and drink and cause havoc wherever I went!” I say holding up my arm as if I was holding a sword.

“Lady Y/N!” I hear one of my father’s advisors admonish, and I roll my eyes.

“Sorry Alis, it looks like I’m about to be lectured once again about how a proper lady should behave. I’ll see you later?” I ask, and she nods.

“I have a date with Kendrick anyway.” She says, and I smile as she turns away.

Those two were mates, and I envied her a bit. I would love to be whisked away by my mate, loved and free of my wretched father.

“Y/N!” The advisor shouted again, and I rolled my eyes as I turned, making my way over to the stout man.

I sit perfectly still as the maids braid my straight red hair into plaits that would wrap around my head as my father paced behind us.

“Y/N, I am in no mood for your antics tonight. You will act like a proper lady. You will court the males that arrive tonight, and find a husband among them.” He spoke, his syllables clipped as he came up behind me, the maids clearing away as he placed his hands on my shoulders, meeting my eyes in the vanity mirror.

“One way or another, you are going to be out of my house by the end of this year, do you understand?” He snarled, and I nodded, trying to hold back a smile.

What he didn’t realize was that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to leave.

“Yes father.” I murmur demurely, and he turns away, scoffing.

“You are a disgrace to this family. Try not to bring any more shame on our good name tonight girl.” He snapped, leaving the room in a huff.

Oh, I was going to make him regret that I’d ever been born.

Actually, he already did that.

I was going to make him regret that he’d ever been born.

I entered the ball room, making sure to have worn a dress meant for dining instead of dancing. It was a mistake only little children made, and usually was the cause for laughter.

But I wasn’t a child.

I searched for Lucien, but didn’t see him.

I sigh, deciding to make my way to the refreshment table. Because right now was the perfect time to get black out drunk.

“How are you dear sister?” Eris asked, planting himself next to me at the table, already sipping on a goblet of wine.

Snatching his goblet and downing it in one swig, I responded a moment later. “It’s as if the mother herself has decided to make my life miserable.” I mutter.

I never had much faith, but I see Eris’s lips twist into a sort of smile, even as I get dirty looks from the other males nearby.

I snort, and he hums.

“I’m guessing you plan to spite both her and your father tonight?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Giving a little shrug, I hand him back his empty cup. “You mean our father. Just because you don’t like him, doesn’t mean he isn’t. Or else he would have no children.”

Eris nods. “Of course I meant our father.”

Something’s off about his tone, but I don’t get the chance to inspect it as I feel another figure appear at my side.

I look over, and feel a shiver go down my spine as I see a tall male with black hair wearing a bone white suit.

He was handsome I guess, but he didn’t have a face you could really spot in a crowd. The only thing that struck me were his black eyes, cunning with emotions I couldn’t read swirling in them.

My stomach gave an unpleasant twist as he smiled at me.

“Care for a dance my lady?” He asked, not sounding kind. He sounded like a predator who had cornered their prey.

I shrug, picking up another goblet, swirling it as I respond sharply, “I’m not wearing the proper dress for it.”

He doesn’t smile, get angry, or show any emotion at all as he just stares at me in response.

“Do you like it here?” He asks, his head tilting a little bit.

I shift uncomfortably, realizing where this male is from.

Not many things are known about Hybern, but what does travel past their borders is terrifying.

“It’s better than some places.” I say, the remark coming out as more cutting than I meant it.

This is where he starts to smirk. “We’ll see.” He says simply before pushing away, disappearing quickly into the crowd.

I have a bad feeling that that will not be the last I see of that unknown male.

I manage to make an absolute disaster of the ball, and by the end I can feel my father’s flaming eyes burrowing into my back as I leave, swishing my hips as I swagger away.

I am completely drunk, and I half hate it as I stumble back to my room.

I hate that I have to degrade myself like this to stay free.

As I stumble down the hall, I see Lucien outside of my door, looking frantic.

“Lucy?” I slur, running into a wall as I made my way towards him.

He rushed over to me, helping me into my room.

“Luce, what’s wrong?” I ask as he lays me down on the bed.

He starts to speak, but I don’t hear what he says as I’m pulled into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a horrible headache, groaning as I tried to roll out of bed.

Damn hangovers, they lasted longer than the parties.

A knock on my door had me flopping back into bed, calling out, “Enter at your own risk!”

I was surprised to see that it was Eris at my door, even more surprised to see a worried look on his face instead of his normal sneer.

He quickly stepped into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. “You should really remember to lock your doors at night.” He snapped, turning to glare at me as I kicked the covers off.

There was the brother I knew, but I could still tell that there was something off about him, a panicked sort of energy radiating from his form.

I yawned, rubbing at my eyes as I stood. I ignored him as I headed over to the windows, throwing the curtains open.

Eris cursed and ran over, quickly pulling them shut again. “Get dressed. Now.” He shouts, throwing the bag he had brought with him into my arms.

“Wait! What’s going on?” I ask, my stomach twisting as I realize that he’s serious.

He pulls my drawers open, sorting out clothes. “Apparently your normal ruse didn’t work. You’re officially engaged.”

If I wasn’t awake, I am now. “What?” I snarl, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him away from the ornate cabinet.

He scowls, snapping, “Beron’s quite pleased, considering the groom is the King of Hybern.”

I let him go out of shock, opening my mouth to ask more questions but we’re interrupted by a stiff knock on my door.

Eris’s shoulders slump almost imperceptibly. “Too late.”

I curse myself, move over to the door, waving Eris off into my closet.

He looks offended, but I don’t wait for him to argue, unlocking the door and pulling it open with a more than nasty look plastered on my face.

The two guards there look a little uncomfortable as I stare them down in my nightgown.

The larger one shifts uncomfortably, while it’s the smaller skinner that speaks, his voice nasally. “We are here to escort you to your new quarters ma’am.” He says, narrowing his eyes as he tries to peer around me into my room.

I move to block his vision. “Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to wake a female so early, or doesn’t my father’s personal guard have any manners?”

His face grew red as he stammered out, “M-Ma’am please. We must es-”

“No.” I snap, holding my head high as I eye both of the males. “You both will wait out here patiently while I pack my belongings, then you can explain to me why I’m suddenly expected to move.”

I slam the door and lock it, turning back to see a annoyed Eris quietly exit my closet.

We stare at each other for a moment in silence. There was no other way out of this unless I wanted to climb out of the window and break my neck, the room being on the highest floor.

Though, it did sound better than marrying a male known for his cruelty.

Instead of doing that though, I go to my cupboards, picking up where Eris left off.

He only stares at me for a moment, only moving to help me once I started throwing clothes at him.

I look around my new room, aware that the two guards who escorted me are still right outside, making sure I didn’t make a run for it.

There’s another knock on the door, and I roll my eyes, walking over and throwing the door open.

My annoyance fades as I see Lucien standing there, his eyes wide with worry, his outfit and hair disheveled, like he rolled out of bed and ran straight over.

I open the door wider for him, and he shoots a glare at the smaller guard before stalking in.

I shut the door, whirling around before he can say anything. “I already know, and trust me, I have no plans on marrying some tyrant.”

He pauses, shoulders stiffening. “You’ve always made that clear. What are you planning to do to avoid father marrying you off this time?”

I studied him for a moment, the sudden shift in demeanor and the way he asked the question.

My eyes go wide. “You don’t know?” I ask in disbelief.

I assumed everyone would know by now.

He notices the way I ask, and is quick to ask, “Know what?”

I shake my head, remembering how worried he looked when he entered. “You tell me why you're here first.” I demand.

His eyes don’t move from mine as he speaks. “I heard the King of Hybern is going to stay here for a few nights, his patrols have been everywhere.”

“Now what don’t I know?” He asks, crossing his arms.

I resist the urge to play it off with humor or ignore the question all together, and instead grit out, “Father is marrying me off. Soon.”

His upper lip twitches, threatening to turn into a snarl. “Who?”

I glare at him. “My true love. Who the fuck do you think dumbass?”

Normally he would scold me for speaking so harshly, but instead his face darkens.

“You’re not marrying him.” He snarls, and I give him a nasty smile.

“Yeah, no shit.”

He can see that I’m internally panicking, and after a moment of consideration, he walks over, pulling me into a tight hug.

“We’re going to get you out of here.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just nod, hugging him back.

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courtofthrones · 10 months

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Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Summary: What happens when two people who are the opposite ends of a thread of fate try to get the other end of the thread to burn knowing they would burn too. Because he was the throne but she will see the throne burn.

A/N: This is definitely an Eris loaded chapter. I think this is by far the longest chapter(still not much longer). I haven't checked for any mistakes so please ignore them if you can. Reblogs and feedback of any kind appreciated.

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STAGE VII: HOLD YOUR BREATH

"And you must incorporate the royal colours in your wedding attire dear to signify our union with the High family. You know what I will have the seamstresses bring their best red fabrics."

You didn't even bother gracing the repetitive droning of your mother with a reply. With the fateful day of your wedding approaching faster than ever your mother had all but declared herself the sole decision maker on the matters regarding the preparations for your impending nuptials.

And you could not be more grateful about it because you were more than happy to not spare a single thought on it. But as you walked the castle grounds you prayed to the Mother for her to just shut her mouth for a single moment.

Having been reinstated in his court duties due to the 'mercy' of the High Lord your father had been busier than ever, so he made sure to take an evening walk with his family everyday before dinner.

However today the meetings had run a little longer than the others so Myhir who always accompanied him during court matters had also joined the walk. With a strong grip on your hand he helped you through a particularly treacherous path in the garden. You grabbed his arm a tad tighter with every step you took, allowing yourself a moment of happiness amongst everything.

You could also see it on Myhir's face how much these small moments meant for him. Having to see your lover get married and not being able to do a thing surely couldn't be easy. Had it been you in his place you would have crumbled with heartbreak.

Eris yearned for a warm bath in his chambers after the exhausting day he just had. Having to play all these mind games along with endless court posturing for years without a crack in his mask truly did manage to suck the soul out of him.

As he made his journey back to his private chambers his mind managed to wander off to thoughts of a certain sharp tongued beauty. His thoughts seemed to do that a lot these days. Revolve around you.

You were strong, that he'd give you. Having endured the scorn of the court for decades without so much as shedding a single tear. But that is where his admiration of you ended because due to some unfortunate reason you managed to bring out a part of himself that he had long thought buried.

You always said the right words with enough bite for him to lose control of his emotions. There has always been something lurking beneath your eyes ever since he saw you in the garden at the gala. If it was hunger for vengeance or something else he was not sure.

And you being aware about his association with Lady Alena Velon certainly didn't help with matters. For the last few days he has tried thinking of all possible ways you could use that information to your advantage but he has failed in reaching to a conclusion.

Unpredictable and disastrous.

Truly someone that tore through all his walls and left him utterly unarmed.

As Eris looked out towards the royal gardens which shined golden under the setting rays of the sun through the glass windows, his thoughts suddenly died in his mind.

There you were. Looking graceful as ever walking with your family, your arm around that damned advisor.

Again.

Smiling and looking up at him as though he held the stars in his hands.

Eris Vanserra thought himself a novice when it came to matters of the heart but he knew in his heart at that moment, it was a look between lovers. Hanging onto every word, grabbing each other a tad closer and gravitating towards each other no matter where.

At that Eris began closing the space between you before his mind could come up with a reason for it.

You allowed yourself this one moment of reprieve from all your burdens, walking alongside Myhir. The day had not yet ended and it had already tired you out. Your parents had managed to walk quite a bit ahead of you, so you let yourself look at Myhir unbashedly.

"Is there something on my face?" Myhir said as he bent down to pluck a rose from the garden.

You took the flower from his hands as he held it out to you ."Can I not look at you just because I want to?"

"Is that so?" He watched as you put the flower in his hair.

You mimicked the smile on his face."Yes because it is quite beautiful."

"What is?"

It took all your strength to not let out an annoyed groan at the voice of the person you wanted to get away from the most.

"Your grace ." Myhir greeted him.

However Eris only glared at him with annoyance on his face before turning to watch you with his keen gaze.

" I will escort the lady from here. Leave us." Eris finally spoke with a cocked head in the direction of the palace . Without even sparing Myhir a second glance.

Myhir opened his mouth as if to protest but thought better of it and bowed his head in farewell before walking off towards your parents.

" Walk with me." Eris commanded before you offering his arm. He always sounded like that.

Authoritative and entitled.

"And pray tell me why should I do that ?" You grit out with venom in your voice and you hated yourself for it. You should know better than show him how much his presence affected you. This simmering enmity between you both had managed to invade your life and lodged itself deep in all aspects of it.

Eris managed to take a hold of your hand and played with your fingers absent-minded. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Do not look so upset princess. You were smiling to your heart's content just a moment ago. Surely you could manage taking a walk with the one you are set to spend the rest of your life with."

Your lips pressed themselves into a thin line. "That is a hard thing to do , don't you think? Since neither of us are each other's choice."

" Yeah I can see that." He scoffed as if finally remembering the reality of the relationship between you both.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You ask narrowing your eyes at the harsh tone in his words.

"Do you take me for a halfwit? Surely you did not think I wouldn't find out about your secret lover. For a lady who was so vexed about my relations I expected you to hold yourself to the same standards but alas I was wrong."

Your bones went gelid right where you stood. This would be the information that you would wish to share with anyone but him. “It is none of your concern,” you replied rather blandly.

Eris is all stormy anger and volatile fury at your words. None of his concern? Is that to say he was right in his assumption. He did not have the name for it but he felt extremely unsettled at the thought of your heart being occupied by another. At you not looking at someone with hatred shining in your eyes.

It was unnatural and utterly selfish.

"None of my concern? I think it is especially my concern to know who my soon to be wife is entertaining herself with." He gritted out as if he would start breathing fire.

You stood there with your hands still in his gentle grip wildly different from his harsh voice and the world melted around you like ice facing fire.

"Entertainment?" You could not believe the word. "Is that what everything is to you ?"

"Do tell me what it is then? Do not tell me it is true love?" Eris didn't quite understand where the question came from but it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Jealousy is not a good look on you darling."

You say all amused smiles and cheeky voice. You looked like you were enjoying yourself, like a predator toying with it's prey.

"Why would I be jealous of your little boy toy? Though I expected much more honour from you."

It is truly pressing how affected he is at your words.

The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and red as if your mere presence made the Autumn Court dance, Eris thought to himself. With fire beneath his skin Eris Vanserra truly was the Prince of Autumn but you were Autumn incarnate with your fiery smiles and cinnamon fragrance. However the breathtaking scenery did not alleviate the tension surrounding you both.

"You speak to me of honour? You? Son and heir of High Lord Beron Vanserra? Where was this so-called honour of yours when your subjects were dying? Where was your honour when you burned my brother at the stake?" You pinned the words with your blood singing in fury. "But do not worry my prince I would make sure that you would at least see an honourable death."

You gritted out with all bared teeth and venom before shaking your fingers out of his grip and making your escape towards the castle.

Your furious words and the resentment in your eyes woke him up as if he was slapped in the face and made him remember how you were the last two individuals that would find comfort with each other.

Because the blood on his hands had never birthed something as remarkable and pure as love.

Despite your mother having declared herself the sole decision maker on matters regarding your nuptials, you were not spared from the tediousness of it all.

Every day, tailors from all over Pyrthian come and go to have you try out their designs. It was the same with Eris but you believed it was more nerve-wracking on your end .After all he was the beloved prince of Autumn .He did not have to cater to anyone else's wishes. Which you could definitely see him having a hard time with.

The present day was no different than the last others as you were ushered out of your chambers into the parlors where you pushed into multiple dresses, having to hold your breath and arms up for long hours.

Upon your arrival, you were greeted by a bustling room with multiple seamstresses biting needles and toiling away at their tables .But the moment you entered the room they all turned to greet you. Flustered at the sudden attention you took some time before nodding your head at them.

And it began: the unending fitting and picking at you.The seamstresses tried their best to be delicate with you but sometimes they pricked you by mistake having been pressed for time.

"Your grace." Everyone greeted in unison.

You inhaled sharply before turning to face the least appealing person at the moment for you.

Unlike from your last encounter, there was not a trace of emotions on his face. Although when his eyes locked with you something unnamed stirred underneath it.

He studied you head to toe. You were wrapped up in the finest white silks with your house's cloak cascading from your shoulders.

You only inclined your head in greeting deliberately trying to avoid any kind of conversation with him but it would seem everyone else in the room was awaiting with scrutinizing eyes for your interaction with the prince.

With a forced smile Eris strutted his way towards you and the faes helping you took a few steps back to give you some privacy.

You studied your intended as he stopped in front of you. He was in his usual court garbs with his cropped red hair slicked back to reveal a little of his forehead. But it would seem on the way here he had managed to undo a few of the top buttons of his shirt revealing some of his defined tanned chest to the room.

He captured your cheek in his hands and pressed his lips firmly on your forehead.

"How are you this fine day, princess?"

The nearby faes swooning as though Eris was declaring his eternal love for you.

"Better now that I have seen your beautiful face my sunshine." You replied with the fakest smile adorning your face as you gripped his hand.

"That endearment is surely a choice."

The familiar weight of his gaze settled on you as the seamstresses finally excused themselves from near you.

At that you dropped his hand immediately."Which is why we must stop calling each other these vain nicknames."

"Never." He grinned as if you served him his favourite food on a platter.

"Surely you could keep all that limited between you and your paramour." You continued with all the disgust you could muster coating your voice.

Eris Vanserra's face turned grim at that and he answered with a question.

"You would know all about that wouldn't you?"

" Know all about what ?"

The words caused both of your spines to snap straight as you turned to face the Lady Aelia of Autumn. When did she arrive? Surely you would have noticed the sound of her footsteps before she entered the room?

"Mother I didn't expect to see you here." Eris stammered out the words.

"Know all about what?" She pinned, perfect brow lifted while studying you and Eris.

Lady Aelia remained clueless to the rift between you and Eris pertaining to the matters of your respective secret lovers. And you would like her to continue remaining unaware of it.

Though how Eris had managed to keep Lady Alena Velon and his relation a secret under his mother’s watchful eyes was certainly impressive. What would happen if you’d reveal it to the Lady of Autumn? Not only would you have her on your side, Eris’s action would be reprimanded. But what is the surety of Eris not doing the same with you? It was too great of a risk and it would certainly destroy you -a female much more than it would destroy him.

You were to be husband and wife now. There was no need to drag Lady Aelia to your arguments. You shall hold this secret close to you and use it to your benefit in the future.

"It was of no importance mother." You jumped to save both of you. Eris pivoting to look at you with shock having heard the way you addressed his mother.

"We were merely talking about each other's interests." You finished.

At your words Lady Aelia's eyes softened on your face as though she knew of something you didn't but had spared you of it.

"That gives me comfort my dear ."she answered before taking a seat near the refreshments table and declaring to the room.

"Let us proceed with the fitting ."

As you walked away from him, Eris was left puzzled as to why you did not expose him to his mother. Eris watched your back as you walked away towards the waiting seamstresses. You always carried that ruthlessness in your stride— spine straight, chest pushed out, eyes straightforward.

A shudder snaked down his spine and in between his legs, where it had no right going to.

You glimpsed at Lyna through the gilded mirror as she finishes lacing up your dress.

It has been quite a few days since your last dispute with Eris. You remained in the Forest House restless and short tempered most of the time and your concerns regarding the lack of contact between you and Senkas surely did not help with matters.

"My lady let us go for a walk." Lyna suggested as if she could see the war inside your head. She was lovely. She had been your closest female companion since your childhood. Growing up there were not many people who you could call your friends and the bad name to your family certainly didn't help. Therefore Lyna was someone you cherished with all your heart.

So when she asked for your company you agreed immediately. Moreover being confined in your chambers and worrying yourself to death surely aren't going to help with your uneasiness.

On your way to the open courtyard, servants and sentries alike greeted you here and there. Everyone working in the palace had some kind of chore to do. Whether it be buying ingredients for the grand feast for royal wedding that had been promised to the members of the court or be it decorating every nook and corner.

Even with magic it was a tedious job due to which even Lyna was pulled from your side.

In the golden hour The Forest House was truly a sight to behold. The red splashed leaves created a picturesque beauty all around. You allowed yourself to bask in the tranquility of it but like always the cauldron's fate was never on your side.

"Lady Tarsa. Join us." Someone bellowed from the open courtyard.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of it stood the Autumn princes beckoning you towards them.

You looked at them through narrowed eyes before schooling your features into an amiable expression and walking towards them.

You gathered that they were about to set off for hunting in the forest from their bows and arrows.

"Am I to still call you that or something better? Like sister? Or perhaps Princess." It was Prince Blaze ,the second youngest and definitely the most disgusting son of Beron Vanserra. Rumours of him being a sadistic bastard were not uncommon in court. Thus the grin on his face certainly did its job of making you feel uneasy.

"Don't be an ass Blaze." Surprisingly it was Drystan, the second eldest who came to your defence and you found yourself gravitating closer to him.

"Come on brother surely she can take the heat. I just assumed hailing from the traitor's family should have made her thick skinned."

Your nails tattooed crescent shaped marks onto your palms as rage and bloodlust rushed through your veins. Don't kill him.

Do not kill him.

Just then Eris stepped away from his horse and strutted closer to you.

Eris stared at you blankly."What are you doing here ?"

You exclaimed with your hand on your chest. "It is a beautiful day is it not your grace. I am not a prisoner am I? Surely I am allowed to roam the palace grounds to my heart's content."

"You know that is not what I meant."He pushed closer to you instinctively.

A saccharine smile was what he received as you snaked your arms around his neck. "I know darling."

"Whatever you are planning y/n you better stop." He whispered so low that only you could hear his warning.

"You wound me my love. I would never."

Eris narrowed his eyes at that.

As you felt everyone's eyes on you, you leaned in and kissed his cheek fondly.

You could hear his bastard brothers laughing themselves to the ground at the action.

" Have a safe hunt."you smiled up at Eris.

Eris stared at you stunned by your open affections ,no matter how fake they were.

"Or not" you continued only for him to hear before stepping out of his embrace.

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