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reverie-verse · 9 days

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Can u do eris x reader with previous az x reader(but he is an ass he just used her for sex to get over mor). So basically eris and yn are mates and they have sex and he discovered she never had aftercare before and yn is so overwhelmed with the love and care she receives that she cried and eris was mad with az and next time he saw him he stabbed him and left.but pls give the aftercare the biggest part in this thanksss

Eris x Reader: My Enemy Didn’t Deserve You.

A/N: I’m trying something new as you can see, I’m creating boards now haha I had so much fun doing this sooooo, I think imma do it more often!😊 I definitely tweaked a few things, this is my second time writing Eris, and I see him as a talker more than full on fist fighter. And again Lestat is how I picture him, I can’t explain it I’m sorry but that’s how I see him😭.

My requests are open! So please do not be afraid to ask meeeee anything! I hope you enjoy it! Also this is kinda long and im sorry 😭

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You weren’t sure how long you’d been laying on this cushion of a lounge chair, your arm hung over the armrest, some of your hair joining it. You were completely bare, Eris rested between your legs, his lips devouring your sex. You were reading earlier, your book thrown somewhere in the midst of all your clothes. Your moans grow louder by each lick and nip. Eris lets go of your bundle of nerves with a pop, he rests his cheek against your thigh, his long slender fingers already pumping at a delicious pace. Your eyes are screwed shut, your mouth hangs open. Your other hand lifts to grasp at his hair, Eris hums, reaching to grab the hand that held him down.

He tsks. “ Ah-Ah, Y/N you know better”

“ Fuck-Eris-“ You could feel the pressure building in your tummy, you clench around his fingers as he opens you. Prepping you.

“ I haven’t buried my cock in you yet-“

You sucked in a breath “Mother!-” You felt another orgasm edged out of you, your body shook, as the release caused you to become soaked and glistening. You could’ve sworn your saw stars.

“No mother here, only me” He says as he maneuvers himself to his knees, he pushes your legs wider, he lines himself with your entrance. He leaned down briefly, capturing your lips with his. His tongue slips into your mouth stroking against yours. Your hand moved from the armrest, moving between your bodies as you take some of your slick placing it onto him, you grip him pumping him at a decent pace. He groans into your mouth, you greedily take it, swallowing his gorgeous sounds. “ Y/N” he growls, as he pulls back to nip at your lips, his own trailing down to your neck.

“Eris” You whine but not before Eris moves to capture your lips again, it was then that you helped him glide through your folds, slowly, and towards your leaking hole. Eris releases your lips again, your eyes moved to look downward watching him slowly enter you.“ Fuck-“ You whispered, Eris rested his forehead against yours watching your movements not caring how impatient you’re being. You were so open, inviting, your hips wiggling to get closer. You needed him.

“ Needy girl taking what she wants” Once he was about half way in, he took control pushing further in till he bottoms out, the two of you moaning in unison. His hips roll, you hum in an encouraging response. When it came to the bond, it was indescribable, the two of you connected in every way, sometimes it was overwhelming and sometimes it still felt as if it wasn’t enough. You placed your fingers on his neck, some of them intertwining with his hair, you brought his lips back to yours. This allowed Eris to take advantage, he rolled his hips, again, his thrust increasing in pace, drawing out your beautiful noises. He took them with no remorse, relishing in the sound.

He was relentless, his tip hitting each of your sensitive spots, your cervice, your g- spot in every part of you, he could possibly reach. Your skin hot, sweaty, his skin, practically on fire, you swore you saw steam leave him. Eris chuckles out loud at your thought. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Eris used a free hand that was not gripping the armrest, to cup one of your breasts. He kneads it with fever, rolling it the sensitive budds occasionally. He pounded into you at a delicious pace, your mouth opened to release a moan, Eris was quick to catch it, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip every now and then. His groans at the feeling of how slick and wet your gummy walls were, the fluttering around his cock, squeezing him. It drove him mad, in fact it only encouraged him to thrust faster, chasing that high he so desperately wanted you to reach.

The squelching had only made you wetter by the second, you craved Eris who was thrusting with all of his might, his hips starting to sputter and become sloppy, Eris removed his lips from yours, his forehead resting against yours. Eris slid his hand from the breast that he cupped, down to your sweet plush of nerves. His fingers worked quickly, bringing you near another orgasm. The two of you watched your own bodies react to one another, molded into each other. Your breaths intermingle, the both of you fight for air but not exactly caring if you had any, the pleasure was intoxicating.

“ Fuck-“ He swears.

“ Eris!-Oh!-fuck! “You gasp out, your breathing gaining speed, your moans increasing, your head Lullying back again, your body begins to convulse. You released faster than you expected, your orgasm shooting out of you, squirting onto him, it was enough to make Eris release himself. The sight of you so gorgeous and beautiful, he needed to keep a mental image, as he thrusted himself back into, chasing after his own high. As he rocked himself to complete, he eased the soreness, you continued humming, running your hand down his chest. His own climax following suit, your touch was all he needed to push him over the edge. A loud moan leaves his lips, you smile sweetly at the sound.

Eris breathes, his chest and heart working to slow down its pace, he leans back on his knees, unsheathing himself from you, you let out a whimper. Eris looks down at the apex of your thighs, you have completely soaked the material of the lounge chair, your release mixed with his seed. He takes two of his slender fingers gathering the combined orgasms, shoving his fingers into your mouth. You sucked diligently on his slender digits, your hands holding his wrists, you hummed at the feeling and the taste. The two of you connected in almost every way possible.. In the midst of it, he conjures a wet towel, as he wipes your sex clean from the sticky mess. His finger slipped from your mouth, you shuddered at the feeling of the cold material. You hiss, weren’t used to this sensation, and it wasn’t something you experienced before.

“ Eris?” You questioned as you propped yourself up, your eyes watching his movements, his touch delicate, gentle, he took his time. You were confused, your heart already on overdrive, Eris didn’t help the situation by caressing you through the bond. A feeling of love and loyalty. He swore in his mind that you will always be his, no one else. Your eyebrows furrowed as he continued his ministrations and his loving confessions.

“ Hmm?” He replies, he tosses the towel to the side after he finishes, he gives your thighs a reassuring comforting squeeze.

“ Why did you do that?” You asked, his amber eyes meet your own, he watches you closely. He didn’t need the bond to know that you had never had this before, he could see it in the way your body tensed. You were so lax and comfortable until he cleaned you. He wasn’t sure if you liked that he had done so. Over the centuries he had learned from his past lovers that they enjoyed after care, the feeling, the connection, the moment, the time when nothing else existed outside of the room they occupied. Had you not had past lovers who took care of you in this way?

“I supposed I did it because I love you, and this is my way of showing you that I do, that I care for you-“Eris shot another wave of love through the bond, you were struck hard, your chest swelled, your heart pounded at the feeling. Overcome with love and appreciation, with the notion of willingness to be with you. You couldn’t detect a single negative thought or emotion. Didn’t feel disregarded and you didn’t feel like a used object either. Not in the way you had experienced in the past. “-Did you not like that I had? Would you prefer it if I didn’t?” He asks you with the most sincere voice.

“ I-“ Your heart couldn’t take it, tears welled in your eyes, you weren’t sure how to respond. How do you tell the love of your life, the light of your soul, the torment you went through. How do you tell him, that you did enjoy it, that you were taken by surprise is all..but that surprise unlocked a door that you had closed long ago. Old wounds reopened only for him to heal them. Eris pulled you into his arms, it was there, when you felt his comfort, his warmth, his strength and his peace. You felt safe, you felt protected. Your tears left you no sooner, a gentle stream down your cheeks, they rolled off your skin splattered against Eris’s shoulder. He held you tighter as you cried.

His own heart shattering, what had you gone through enough to make you feel this way? Who did this to you? Why did they do this to you? Eris felt that you had been deprived of a sweetest most intimate form of affection, of love and devotion. No one had the right to take that from you. It made Eris’s blood boil at the thought of it all, to be used simply as a means of release repulsed him. Sure everyone once in a blue moon, a male or a female may seek comfort from others, but by the looks of this, it was someone you knew who did this to you often. You must’ve sought out for comfort and were rejected each time.

Eris didn’t mean to growl out loud, but he did, you pulled yourself from the crook of his neck and shoulder to look at him. You placed a hand on his cheek, you could see the frustration, the anger on his face, you could feel him through the bond, it made your skin feel hot, inside and out. “ I-I love you too, I’m sorry that I’m crying, I just- no one has ever done this before..I-I Iike it..” you admitted it quietly.

“ You don’t deserve to be treated with such little care. You deserve more than that, you deserve to have all of the sweetest moments intimacy has to offer. Never apologize for that, no male should’ve taken advantage of you the way that they did-” He lefts a hand, his thumbs swipes at the salty tears that roll down your cheeks, he wipes the pain away, he places a soft but firm kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes letting his reassurance wash of you, calming you down, easing your pains and worries. The way your body melted, sinking into him. Eris’s jaw tenses. “ Who did this to you?” He whispered against your skin.

“I’m not sure I should tell you..”, you move to pull yourself completely from his arms, you pull underwear on, you grab his tunic and throw it on. Eris was quick to follow you, throwing on his own underwear and trousers.

“ Why not?” His interest peaked, you had finally wiped the last of your tears away, you made your way back to your shared bedroom, you looked for your bathroom, needing to pee. Eris of course was hot on your heels.

“ I don’t know..I’m kinda nervous” You give a small shrug, you enter your bathroom, Eris stays by the door, he heaves a frustrated sigh. A soft smile stretches across your lips. Your heart is swelling again, at the feeling of your mate caring for you. Wishing to know who and what haunted you, to heal you and start over. Appreciate warming your chest.

“ You don’t need to be nervous, I’d rather you tell me now than to find out later, involuntarily.” He speaks out as he leans against the threshold. His eyes scanning your space, the room in which the two of you called your own. A sweet dream, a safe space, a comfort.

“ Alright you won me over with your charm-” the sound of flushing could be heard, followed by washing your hand in the sink. Eris looked at you through the mirror. Your eyes connected “ If I tell you, you must promise me that you will remain calm, and they are still my friends even though they hate me-“ You turned back to look at him.

“They don’t hate you- they are simply mad that the cauldron had paired you up with someone who they think is a monster-it doesn’t matter, I don’t care what they think but if that’s what you wish, then I will do my best”

“ Thank you..” You bowed your head in a nod” Umm-how do I-…Before I met you, before the bond-I was with Azriel. Really it was sort of a-a bedroom relationship..at the time I was in love with him, and he was in love with Mor, he was trying to get over her.. so we slept together..“

“-If he wanted someone for sex he should’ve gone out to a brothel or a club. I’m sure he could’ve picked anyone off the street-“ He growled at the thought of Azriel using you, of all the males in Prythian. It had his bones searing on the inside. His blood already boiled, his skin practically on fire. Rage as one might call it reflects in his eyes. His hands warmed in sensation, fire licking at his fingertips.

“ Eris, hey, It was a long time ago, it was his fault as much as it was mine too, I was madly in love with him, I would’ve done anything back then. It was naive and stupid, I know that now-“ You were by his side holding his face in your hands. Your eyes flickered between his, you reached a finger up to sooth the angry lines that formed on his beautiful face. His body still rigided but relaxes under your touch.

“ He had no right, even if you were in love with him, he had taken you for granted. He knew you loved him, he knew you cared for him. He knew that if he had you, you wouldn’t leave him. The depths he went to, you must’ve laid there afterwards waiting for him to console you, speak with you, laugh with, and nothing-“ Your lips crashed into Eris’s. He didn’t resist or stop you, instead he let go of the words that wished to run out. Your body pressed against him so tightly, he let you guide the kiss, which was unusual but he needed it. Eris turned his head allowing for the kiss to deepen, your tongue massages the roof of his mouth. You let out a soft moan as Eris’s hands curve around your hips, kneading your body as he reaches to cup your ass.

When your lungs could no longer resist air, the two of you pulled back with only an between you.“ I’m not sure I can keep my promise” He says breathlessly, his forehead pressed to yours.

“ Eris” You shake your head.

“ I won’t kill him, I suppose I’ll have to resort to other things” He tells you as he bumps his nose with yours, the urge to kiss you was strong. His thought’s intermingled with pleasure. All the dirty things he could do to you, in various positions, in various rooms, anywhere, you wanted. To think that Azriel was stupid enough to let you go to neglect a gorgeous female such as yourself, it drove him mad.

“You can’t poison him either or use your magic or anything. You’ve always been the one to use your words-“ Eris pulled you into the space of the bedroom, his hands couldn’t stay off of you, he wanted you right then and there, he wanted you to scream out his name like a prayer as one might do in a temple.

“I am a man of my word, I won’t kill him, but I wouldn’t mind breaking a bone or two, if he decides to cross my path or comes near you-“ His eyes grow darker with lust, the smell of his arousal prominent. You allow him to toss you onto the bed.

“ Eris, that’s a bit much, no?” Eris climbed above you, his hands resting on either side of your head.

“ No, not when it comes to you.”

“ Then let me give you a piece of advice.”

“ Y/N”

“Don’t let him win”

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Autumn solstice was today, guests had already arrived and mingled with one another. Music filled the room, guests danced with one another, smiles adorned their faces. The aroma of the food floated outwards catching the guests who were hungry, friends laughed together as they ate and drank. Everyone seemed to have been enjoying themselves, the atmosphere vibrant and enjoyable. Upon the arrival of the inner circle, this was what they least expected from Autumn. They were truly surprised, they had no intention of coming but with the alliance between the two courts, a visit was required..not to mention they missed you more they imagined. Your absence was truly felt.

Feyre missed you dearly, you were the one female here that helped her transition from Spring, to Night, to Spring back to Night, you helped her ease into her fae body. She was forever grateful. Nesta couldn’t describe the pain she felt when Rhys had sent you off. She hadn’t spoken to him for months, you were the one person that understood her the best. You were patient with her. Cassian missed the way you so easily understood his sense of humor, oftentimes you added to it, which made irritating the inner circle that much more sweeter. He wished he had spent more time with you, his best friend. Rhys on the other hand missed your presence, you were a resilient soul, your strength was something to admire. He often looked to you for the true console just everyone else had.

Azriel struggled with your absence the most, the withdrawal of not having you near took a toll on him in more ways than one. He missed you as a dear friend, just as the others, but there was a deeper rooted feeling. Not too long ago you were attached to his hip. You were there every beck and call he had, every wish and thought he expressed, you filled the void. You there when Mor couldn’t have been. You were there when Elain first emerged in his life, again you tended to every need. Azriel made no move to return the gestures of what you felt back to you, he had never felt romantically attracted to you. You were a means of sexual escape, away to let out all his frustration, his anger, his pain, into. All the females he had craved gave him nothing in return except you. Even with his rejections, you continuously had given him everything, all the love he ever needed, but it was never enough..

The inner circle's eyes scanned the area, they searched for you, their dearest friend, and when their eyes found you, they each held their breath in awe. You stood in the middle of the crowded room, you were radiant, glowing, your hair in an elegantly loose but not too tight style, creating a perfect balance. Your skin adorned simple jewelry, but as simple as they were, each piece crafted in amber. Your dress was unique, the color of Phtalo green, silky material cascaded down your body, the hem barely touched the floor, when you moved, it was like watching a gentle stream of water. You flowed with such calmness it was enchanting, the little gems that were delicately sown on, shimmered as if the sun's light kissed it. You looked as though you lived and breathed autumn, the heart of the court…

“She’s exquisite isn't she?”Eris tenses at the sound of the familiar voice. The male he despised with everything he had in him.

“She is“ Eris replies his heart squeezing with love, his eyes following you as you stop in your tracks, Nesta, Feyre, Rhys, Cassian approaches you. You practically beamed with excitement as they all crashed into you. You had been speaking with Lucien, who also shared the same excitement. It was a sweet moment to witness something he’ll enjoy hearing you gush about later.

Azriel stood next to Eris watching his family closely. As Azriel sees you he can’t help but think- maybe in another lifetime, one where he might’ve returned what you felt. Choosing to have a life of happiness with you rather than to wait for someone else to return his love. That you might be as happy as you are now. But in the end he just couldn’t feel the same way about you- this thought he carried was one that was just-a dream-a wish-but not true to his emotions and his reality. “How is she adjusting?” He asks, no matter what happened, no matter how little he felt about you, he still cared enough to ask as a friend.

“She’s adjusting well.” Eris wasn’t as forthcoming with your information, Azriel figured as much. Eris refused to give him any sort of insight on how your life might be. It was truly none of his business.

“ Do you mind if I speak with her?” Azriel takes a brief look at Eris, who just so happened to already have set eyes on him.

“Feeling regretful are we?” He turns his gaze back to you, you must’ve told a humorous story, the laughter that erupted out of everyone was loud. You were filled with such joy, it practically buzzed through the bond, Eris lips tilted upward slightly. None of them showed you distan or hatred. But Azriel the shadow themselves fringed upon your beautiful soul. Eris sighed.

“ Regretful no, but curious yes. She left the night court to be with you, I can’t imagine it being a pleasant experience” He says simply as if you meant nothing, and only jab at Eris was his goal.

“ You speak of experiences but if I remember correctly her experience with you was just that, unpleasant” Eris retorted, forcing Azriel to remember who the true villain was.

“ You know nothing of what happened between us” Azriel glares at the crowd, he shouldn’t be as frustrated as he is, he was the one who started the argument.

“I don’t?” Eris questions sarcastically, fine let the games begin.

“Yes” He says through his teeth.

” Look at you, upset because I spoke the truth. I thought your court was known for the truth.” Eris tsks as he shakes his head, as if scolding a child.

“I am not Mor, there is a difference between her and I” he replied his jaw tense and tight.

”Is there? Then again wasn’t she sleeping with others to avoid you.” Eris shrugs knowing that this would strike a cord in Azriel. A tit for a tat, he came after you, the least he could was target him the same way.

“ Shut your mouth!” He snaps, the two now facing one another.

“Did I hit a soft spot?” Eris challenges.

” Don’t you ever speak of Mor in that manner-“Azriel growls.

” Yet that’s exactly what you had done to Y/N? No? Did you forget already? Did you take one too many hits to that bat brain of yours-“ Azriel shoves Eris forcing him back causing him to maliciously smirk.“- You made her feel as though she were only good to keep your bed warm, you left her unsatisfied, craving more than just sex, a companionship!-”

“ -She asked to be with me! She asked to be a means of release! She hated seeing me pawn over someone else! So I let her be as in love with me as she was.-” Azriel continues on shoving back Eris, who was waiting for a moment of violence to come.

” -You let her believe you were going to give her more!-“The conversation becomes more heated by the second.

” -I had too!” Azriel argues as if his words really mattered as if manipulation was the only option left for him to pick. The crowd in the room starts to murmur, the music abrupting to a halt, all eyes were on the pair. You and Rhys made eye contact for a brief moment before the two of you moved into action. The Lady of the court, Eris’s mother, encourages everyone to keep dancing, to let the music keep playing. A distraction.

“ No you didn’t, you could’ve told her how you felt instead of leading her down a path that you weren’t going to follow. If I were you Shadowsinger I’d save the manipulation tactics for the battlefield not for the bedroom, at least there we know you can get the job done” He bites back bis fists clenched ready to strike. Azriel clenched his jaw and his hand curled in a tight hold, waiting to see who’d throw the first punch. You were faster, you placed yourself between Eris and Azriel. You placed a hand on Eris’s chest and one outward to Azriel. Rhys and Cassian were right behind you moving to Azriel’s sides. They too also held their hands up trying to stop Azriel from making a mistake.

“ Az” Cassian warns.

“Go back home to Velaris, take the others with you. I have to fix the mess you made.” Rhys orders. He nods his head at Cassian who with the help of Nesta drag him out of the room.

“ I’m so sorry” Feyre apologizes.

You offer her a reassuring sad smile. “ It’s okay, I thank you all for coming. I appreciate it” She nods at you returning your expression, her eyes shooting to Rhys who gave her a sweet smile, telling her in his own way to go back with their family. Your heart shatters a little at the sight of your friends leaving. You wished you had spent more time with them. And you wished that there wasn’t so much hatred between the two groups, even with the alliance.

“ This will not happen again, I can assure both of you. I do hope that you can forgive my spymaster” Rhys says as Lucien pulls Eris away from you, giving him the opportunity to cool down.

“ I hope it doesn’t happen again..as for my mate he can be protective and I’m sure you understand what that’s like” you replied.

“ I do and for that I apologize. I’d hate it if this was to be the reason we lose our greatest ally.” Rhys, ever the politician.

“ I’m glad we can agree on the same point. We need each other more now than ever. This cannot be our downfall”

“ Of course.” Rhys bows slightly, offering you that comforting smile you missed so much. You turned to look over at your mate and his brother. Eris smacked Lucien’s hands away who only glared at him. You sighed deeply, one of ease and relief. You looked at your mate crossing your arms.

“Don't-.” Eris says as fixed his cufflinks after he had shoved Lucien away from him, who now found himself at the food table.

“-I was only going to say thank you.” You gave him a reassuring smile, Eris lifted his eyes to yours. He honestly expected you to rip him a new one. He was surprised, caught off guard, and he felt better. You uncrossed your arms wrapping them around his neck. Eris immediately wound his arms around your hips, pulling you as close as possible.

“He had no right to speak about you the way that he had. He came here searching for a fight, I cannot allow such disrespect in my home and to my mate. You don’t need to thank me. I’d do anything to protect you.” His eyes flickering between yours.

“He walked out of here unscathed, untouched. He had to be dragged back home. But you-you spoke with such strength and courage. You dared him to cross paths with you. You didn’t need to fight him, your words were sharper. You didn’t let him win” Eris’s heart warmed at your words. His chest swelling with love, with respect and with passion. He couldn’t have imagined anyone else by his side other than you. He tilts his head down slightly, capturing your lips with his, he kisses you with such intensity as if to thank you for thanking him. For loving him, for accepting him and for understanding him.

The two of you pull away briefly, your foreheads touching, he whispers to you“ Quite the high lady you’re becoming” the two of you giggle.

“ You’re becoming quite the hero” You replied, Eris shook his head, both of your shoulders shaking slightly as the two of you continued your giggling. Eris loved you more than you could’ve ever imagined. He was quick to defend you, he was to aid you if you needed it. He was there every step of the way. He cared for you deeply, he wasn’t ever okay with anyone hurting you. He hated what Azriel did to you. You looked up at him with so much adoration and love, he cherished it, held it close to his heart. Eris presses a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered closed, Eris’s mother could be seen making her way over to you both. Now that was someone he knew would never hear the end of it.

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yuri-for-businesswomen · 5 months

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also this popular and often employed statement of „terfs are all miserable and want others to be miserable“ is not just a symptom of „everything has to make me. feel. good“-ery but also showing their asses like its nothing like oh what next? youre going to call me a hag? a crazy cat lady? youre going to call feminists the fun police? am i too hysteric for you, should i get a lobotomy? please. this is just conservative and meninist anti-feminism repackaged. like sorry it makes you feel bad when we talk about all the ways men make women suffer and how women are complicit in their own oppression. im going to call the babysitter to take care of you while mommy is having adult conversations with her friends shhh its okay

#shitpost

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jeannineee · 9 months

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so basically somehow your "safewording with the bat boys" post only just recently made it to my dash and well, i am feral over it for absolutely no reason. like literally, my brain isn't working. why are they so perfect??

so basically im here to request your hcs for lucien and eris over the same thing 🫣

(also, i would like to say that i am always, in fact, feral over your writing. literally can't think properly with most of the things you post. i just scream. im actually gonna go reread more rn lol but anyway, love you <3)

Safewording with Lucien, and Eris…

a/n: anon, I love you. I’m buying you a ring. LMFAOO but for realsies, you’re so sweet!!

(18+ under the cut, please)

Lucien

He stops instantly, immediately going into panic mode.

“What did I do?” “Are you hurt?”

After you tell him what’s wrong, he visibly gets upset. Sagged shoulders, furrowed brows.

The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, especially when you’re so vulnerable.

Even after you assure him that you’re okay, he’d still ask you over and over, just to remind himself that you are, in fact, alright.

Literally waits on you hand and foot. (He does it anyway but even more so now, because he feels so terrible)

Massages, baths, cooking for you, etc. he’s at your beck and call.

I don’t think he would take it quite as hard as Eris, but he’d definitely be upset for a bit.

Eris

He entire demeanor changes as soon as you say the word/do the action.

He’ll remove any restraints, gags, etc, firing countless questions and apologies.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Does everything he can to make sure you’re safe, comfortable, and not in pain.

It would hit him hard!!!

One of his biggest fears is being like his father (hurting the women in his life with no regard.)

He’d probably be afraid that you hate him, or mistrust him.

Like Azriel, he would probably take a break from having sex with you for a bit, beating himself up over what went wrong.

He would need reassurance, for sure.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #acomaf #smut #female reader #Lucien Vanserra #lucien x reader #lucien Vanserra x reader #Eris x reader #Eris Vanserra x reader #acosf #acofas #acowar

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thelov3lybookworm · 5 months

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Remember Me? (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I promise feyfey is going to leave rhysie. i promise. she just needs a lil bit of time to think things through.

also, im thinking of making the next chapter feyre's pov, and that is why this part was short 😅

Anyways, dont kill me please, and enjoy!

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Y/n watched as Feyre trembled, her hands wrapped around the small paper cup, the melting ice cream now all but a milkshake.

She seemed to be deep in thought, and her trembling increased. Y/n hoped it was a tremble of rage and not despair.

It was just Feyre and Y/n at the table, Eris having taken the two little boys with him to another table so they could have, as they called it, boys time.

Just the thought threatened to make Y/n smile.

But she suppressed it, as it really was not a good time to laugh. Because her friend next to her was quite literally having a mental breakdown.

But still, she decided to peek at where the three males were sitting near the back of the shop while waiting for Feyre to collect her thoughts, and it became harder to suppress that smile.

There, she found the two little boys gesturing wildly with their hands, their faces covered with the ice cream, and Eris laughed, a quiet joy in his face. He reached out to wipe a little bit of ice cream from Nyx's face, nodding to something the younger boy said.

Then, as if feeling her gaze on him, he looked up.

The world ceased to exist around Y/n as she met his eyes. The sounds or people around her didn't matter, for some reason.

Eris was as still as the wall behind him, and he barely seemed to breathe.

But then Y/n felt a touch on her hand, and she jolted, looking away from Eris as the outside world came back into focus.

Her cheeks burned as she met the watery eyes of Feyre.

"Are you listening?" Feyre sniffed.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Oh. I am so sorry. I zoned out. Can you repeat what you said?"

She sniffed again. "I- I don't know if I can leave him..."

Y/n stiffened. "Why not?"

Feyre's eyes floated towards the back, where Nyx was sat with Fin and Eris. "He... he needs his father."

"He needs no one other than you Feyre. You are his mother."

She nodded slightly, her eyes not once straying from her son. "I know... but he knows who his father is, unlike Fin. He will question me about why we are leaving his papa. I don't think I'll be able to leave Rhys. He is the one that pays me, and despite having my own money... I'm not sure I can use my money outside of night court. Where will I go?"

Y/n's heart clenched at the sheer pain etched across the high lady of night court. "Feyre... you can come with us." Y/n offered. "Fin and I will obviously live all alone. You can live with us."

Feyre shook her head ruefully. "I can't leave him Y/n, especially not on such a short notice."

Y/n heaved a frustrated breath. "Feyre. Think about Nyx. If Rhysand was ready to throw you and Nyx away for an unclear future with a son he barely knew, them I'm really concerned for Nyx. You never know when Rhys decided he's done with you and kicks you out. His mental state is not the best at the moment."

A tear slipped out of Feyre's eyes, and she dropped her head into her hands. "I don't know what to do." She said, her voice muffled.

Y/n felt like she had somehow caused Feyre this pain, and she felt the need to take away that pain. And so she relented, stopped pestering Feyre to leave Rhys.

"Look Feyre, you are Nyx's mother. You know what's best for him. If you need time, then take some time. Think about this if you want. But leave him Feyre. He does not deserve you or Nyx. Also, if you're worried about funds..."

Y/n could not offer to take up the high lady's expenses, because it was hard enough earning and spending for her own son. She didn't have the resources to help another person. But she also could not leave her friend and, essentially, her son's brother, here.

"If you are worried about the funds, then I am sure we can figure something out. We can take up jobs, or maybe we can sell your paintings."

Feyre met Y/n's eyes, tears shining in them.

"I need time." She stated simply. She sniffed once, pulling out a piece of cloth from her bag and wiping her face on it as she stood. Y/n watched Feyre helplessly, knowing she didn't have much time because the sun was beginning to set and Eris had to get out of night court soon.

Y/n stood as well, her hand snapping out to catch Feyre's.

"I can't force you to come with us but... I beg you Feyre. Think about this. And when you are ready, write to me. I will ask Eris to make arrangements for your safe travel to autumn court."

Feyre just nodded, blinking away a fresh wave of tears as she brought Y/n into a quick hug, then walked away, calling out to Nyx. The little boy turned to his mom with a small pout on his face, but then whatever he saw on her face had him bidding Fin and Eris goodbye.

He waddled over to his mother, waving to Y/n as he reached up to clutch Feyre's hand in his tinier one.

Y/n watched the two of them go, despair brewing in her stomach.

"It's time."

She glanced at Eris, who smiled sadly at her.

Y/n nodded, turnng back to catch a glimpse of her fried and her son.

But they were gone.

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Part 9

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BOUND IN FLAMES - Part 10

Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister- Reader

Description: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.

A / N: Sorry this part took forever !! i literally kept rewriting because i didn't feel like the story was flowing 😭 and then every time i rewrote i noticed that i was writing in first pov (ngl sometimes i feel like reader fics makes more sense in first pov but thats just MY OPINION 👀) anywho idk if im satisfied with it being in first pov i might edit it later 🧍🏻‍♀️so PLEASE let me know what you guys think and idk about you guys but im in my house of the dragon era rn 🤭 so there is some valyrian in the fic but i also wrote the translations... but i hope you guys enjoy this part (btw i might post part 11 in a few hours) 😚😚

“Why are you looking at me like that, Eris?” He doesn’t respond, his eyes just keep darting from me to Raihn and from Raihn to me. My own eyes darted from Eris to Raihn and back to Eris.

From the corner of my eye I see Raihn tilt his head at Eris—confused. I think he thinks he’s seeing things. His deep gruff voice was clear in my head.

My brows furrow at Raihn’s admission, shaking my head slightly, Did I grow a second head or something?

Not that I can see.

Looking over my shoulder, narrowing my eyes at him, I didn’t mean literally!

He grumbled something I chose to ignore.

Sighing, I took a step closer to Eris, stopping until I was a step away from him, “Eris what’s wrong?”

“What. The. Fuck.”

“What?” As soon as that one word left my mouth it set Eris off.

“What do you mean, WHAT!?” Eris shouted at me immediately. Angrily. Making me flinch.

He hadn’t raised his voice at me in the hours we were together. Hell when we first met he had a knife pressed against my throat and he didn’t scare me. I didn’t flinch, if anything I leaned into it, as if it was a caress—a lover's soft touch.

But this—him shouting at me angrily had me flinching. Only because it caught me off guard. He caught me off guard. It was so subtle, almost imperceptible, but I know I did. Those gold eyes remained on mine and my body subtly settled into a fighting stance. My hands twitching, wanting to clench into a fist.

Eris took a single step forward, making me tense, falter.

And Raihn saw it.

The white wolf prowled forward, moving around me and advancing towards Eris. Each step powerful. Menacing. Lethal. His lips curled back in snarl, baring his teeth—each as long as my fingers—as he growled so low it shook the cabin. A reminder of what was in front of him. Of what he was.

A true predator.

Eris moved, so fast I would’ve missed it had it not been for my fae senses, now standing in front of me. Shielding me with his body from Raihn, his hand gripping his dagger and the other firmly gripping my hip.

Raihn tracked the hand Eris placed on me—the silent claim he made on me—and growled. Possessively. Snapping his jaws at him before stalking forward again.

Eris widened his stance, bracing for a fight, baring his teeth at the white wolf. Stay close to me, his voice a desperate plea in my head, speaking to me through the mating bond.

Raihn snapped his jaws again as if he heard Eris and when he growled in my head as if in answer, I realized that he did.

Readjusting his hold on his dagger, my mate growled one word at Raihn, “Mine.”

And Raihn growled back, hackles raised before leaning back to lunge at Eris. Raihn, don’t! I said to him mind to mind. Please. He only growled back in response.

Then he lunged.

And it was all Eris could do to push me out of the way as Raihn pinned him to the ground with a massive clawed paw on his chest. I didn’t have a chance to react before I slammed against the wood paneled wall of the bedroom.

My vision was blurry and when I touched the back of my head it was wet. I didn’t have to look at it knowing it would be red with my blood. The bits of broken wood from the cabin wall around me was confirmation enough.

Blinking a couple times until my vision cleared and once it did I saw Eris’s dagger was mere inches from Raihn’s fur before the wolf knocked it out of his hand.

Eris cursed as his arms shook, straining with effort from gripping Raihn’s fur on the sides of his neck, struggling to keep him from shredding him apart with his teeth. I groaned, pushing myself up on unsteady legs and took a breath before running to tackle Raihn off of him.

I held on as we rolled off of Eris and then let go, muscle memory kicking in making me land on my feet. Raihn’s rage was flooding our bond in waves and he was getting ready to lunge again. To get to Eris. “Rybās,” I commanded him. (Listen. Obey.) The massive white wolf still shook with rage but he stilled, awaiting another command.

Being that I was a High Lord's heir, I could command anyone with only my voice if I needed. Wanted. And they would bow to such dominance and power. Except for other High Lords and their heirs—if their wills were strong enough. “Dohaerās, Raihn,” through our bond I willed him to meet my gaze. (Serve, Raihn.)

His blue eyes were still a lit with rage as they bore into mine, snarling softly. “Umbās.” (Wait.) It didn’t matter that he would never hurt me—intentionally—since we were bonded. But, above all else he was still a wolf. Still a predator in his own right. Still wild.

Eris moved behind me and Raihn’s eyes immediately tracked the movement, but before he could do anything, “Dokimarvose! Laehossa ynot, Raihn.” (Focus! Pay attention, Raihn.) I prowled closer to Raihn until I stood right in front of him and he had to lower his head to meet my gaze. “Lykirī.” (Be calm.)

He shook his head as if clearing the rage he felt and then pressed his forehead to mine. My hands instinctively went to pet his head, his face, “Lykirī, Raihn. Lykirī.” (Be calm, Raihn. Be calm.) I physically felt him relax under my touch as the seconds went by. Then he moved his head to rest on my shoulder like he was hugging me.

I don’t know how long we stood there, in comfortable silence, until I heard him. Sunshine? He called softly. Cautiously.

I smiled softly at the nickname even though he couldn’t see me. Yes, Raihn.

I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to lose control.

I sighed. Why did you?

I was worried… You hadn’t checked in nor come back yet and then when I found you I saw you were fine. But, then everything happened and when that male yelled at you, I saw you flinch, barely but you did. I saw you tense. Falter. And the last time I saw you do that was the day I lost you. The day I lost him, the day I lost my mother and my fathers. The day I lost the only family I ever knew. Then I saw him holding you—keeping you from me and I just… I just snapped.

He moved, so we were looking at each other again and his nose twitched. Once, twice, then he nudged my hand for me to lift it. I did. He shuddered when he saw my blood on it. Not even a second later I felt his disgust at himself.

I am so sorry, sunshine. I never meant to hurt you, but I won’t lose you again. Yell at me if you want—

I shook my head.

Sunshine—

I put a hand up stopping him, Raihn, I understand. Trust me. It’s all right, but now I want you to meet someone. Someone very important to me.

I turned around to look at Eris, only to find that he wouldn’t look at me. “Eris?” I called softly, “what’s wrong?” He shook his head. Walking up to him, slowly, giving him the chance to stop me if he wanted. He didn’t. I held his face in my hands, tilting his head up to meet my gaze and he shut his eyes. “Eris?”

He shook his head again, “I’m so sorry, little flame,” he whispered.

“What for?”

“Hurting you.”

This time I shook my head, “You didn’t hurt me. I’m fi—“

“Your head.” He said it so quietly, that if i wasn’t in front of him I wouldn’t have heard it.

My hand immediately went to my head, gently touching the gash that I had felt earlier and nothing. It was already healed. No doubt Raihn’s doing, but my hair was still sticky with blood. “I’m fine. I swear.”

His eyes opened, “I yelled at you, when I shouldn't have and you got scared.” His jaw clenched and unclenched. “I scared you and you got hurt. As your mate I'm supposed to protect you and I can’t even save you from myself.” He squeezed his eyes shut and a single tear fell from his left eye. I wiped it away.

“Eris.” His throat bobbed. “Eris, look at me.” He did. Those gold eyes bore into mine, full of unshed tears and a second later I felt all his feelings flood the mating bond. All of his love, but also his regret, his shame, pain and all of his self-loathing for scaring me. Hurting me. I didn’t know what to say—what to do to comfort him except to kiss him. So I did. All while sending him all the love, all the comfort I could through the bond. I didn’t pull away until he did.

“I’m so sorry, little flame,” he breathed.

“It’s all right. I’m all right. We’re all right,” I swore. I took a step back, holding my hand out towards him, “I want you to meet someone.” He glanced behind me and then looked back at me unsure. “Do you trust me?” My hand still outstretched towards him.

His eyes blazed with something I couldn’t name. Something so intense that gave me goosebumps as he swore, “With my life.” Then his hand took mine and we walked back towards Raihn. Together.

Once we were in front of Raihn, I gave them each a smile only reserved for them. “Eris, this is Raihn, my ceangailte (bonded). And Raihn, this is Eris, my mate.”

Both of their eyes widened as they realized what I said about the other.

Eris turned to me, his eyes narrowed and his face flushed a bright shade of red. “Why didn’t you tell me, he was bonded to you?” There was an obvious shift in his demeanor as he crossed his arms defensively. He was offended—upset—that I didn't tell him about Raihn.

And at the same time Raihn asked, Why didn’t you tell me he was your mate?

I narrowed my eyes at them, “You didn’t give me a chance too!” I answered them both.

Eris scoffed. “Don’t you know who he is—what he is?” He said pointing at Raihn.

“No, Eris. I don’t,” I muttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Y/n. I’m being serious.”

I huff, “All right, then.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Tell me who he is. Tell me who I’m bonded to.”

“He’s infamous all throughout Prythian''—he tried suppressing a shudder and failed—“probably in Hybern, the mortal lands and the other Faerie Realms too. He’s known for killing fae—here and in Hybern. He’s ruthless.” His eyes slid to Raihn for a moment before turning back to me. “We call him “Ghost” and everyone knows Amarantha has been hunting him for the past decade. Yet, every time she sends the Hybern soldiers under her command, they don’t come back. Ever”

I didn’t bother hiding my grin as I looked at Raihn, but he’s not looking at me, lost in his own thoughts before his glowing blue eyes landed on me. So that’s why I could hear him, when he spoke to you mind to mind. It was through the mating bond, Raihn said more to himself than to me.

One side of my mouth quirks up in a smirk, Well, you’ve been busy, Raihn or should I say “Ghost.”

His deep chuckle fills my head. I’ve been hunting them all down, one by one. Making them pay for what they did. He didn’t have to explain who “they” were for me to know he was talking about the soldiers that killed my family.

I nod at him once. Good.

Raihn’s eyes settle on Eris, So he’s your mate.

Not a question but I still answer, “Yes. He is.” My own eyes settled on my mate.

Eris looked at me with an arched brow, “Yes, what? What’d he say about me?”

“Well, go on. Tell him.” I jutted my chin at Raihn, grinning, waiting for Eris’s reaction.

The first time Raihn spoke to someone else mind to mind was my mother, she screamed so loud and I laughed until I cried from laughing so hard. It was the first time I used my daemati powers to allow Raihn to speak to others. I annoyed him until he gave in because he had said that bonded wolves have a special telepathic connection with their chosen Illyrian companions. This connection allows them to communicate directly with their bonded, sharing thoughts, emotions, and intentions without the need for spoken words. And since it’s special not everyone has the privilege to hear him speak but he did it for me. And then when he spoke to my fathers—the two Illyrians who helped raise and train me—I nearly died of laughter.

Raihn huffed looking at Eris. I said, That’s why I could hear you, when you spoke to her mind to mind. It was through the mating bond.

Eris flinched, his breath hitching as an unfamiliar deep voice echoed within the caverns of his mind, clear and commanding, yet undeniably non-human.

You can hear me, can't you? Raihn asked him, his voice dripping with wicked amusement.

Eris’s eyes were almost bugging out his head and his jaw was slack. The wolf's presence in his thoughts was as startling as a splash of icy water, leaving ripples of shock. Yes.

I heard my own laugh echo in Eris’s head and then he whirled on me, crossing his arms, “What’s so funny?” My lips were pressed tight but it wasn’t enough to stop my laugh from bursting out. Which quickly turned to tears when I remembered my mother’s face and both of my fathers faces after Raihn spoke to them for the first time.

I tried taking in a deep breath to stop crying but it just made it worse and before I knew it I was sobbing. Then Eris was wiping my tears away, “what’s wrong, little flame?”

“You—Your—Face”. I said in between sobs. My whole body was shaking now and when I looked at him again, he was frowning.

But his eyes held a teasing glint in them, “I’m hurt.” He placed a hand on his chest like I physically wounded him, “I thought you said I was beautiful.”

I know he’s trying to cheer me up and I tried to laugh but it came out sounding like a choked sob. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Then, what?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around me, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I sniffled a couple of times before taking in a few deep breaths to calm myself. Letting his scent wash over me, relax me, even though my hands were fisted at his back as I hugged him back.

Taking in one last deep breath. Exhaling sharply, “The face you made when you heard, Raihn, reminded me of the face my mom and dads made when they heard him for the first time.”

“Dads?”

I let out a sad laugh, “Yes, dads.”

“But I thought your father doesn’t know about you?”

“My biological father doesn’t.”

“So, how many dads are we talking about ?”

“Two.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it too.

“What’s their names ?”

“Declan and Callum.”

“Are they— Did they—“

“They died the same day my mom did.”

“Were they”—his voice comes out as a whisper—“mated ?”

“No. But they loved each other so much. . . I don��t think they could have loved each other any more if they had been.” A genuine smile graces my lips as I remember them together.

“And they loved you too?”

“So much,” I answered without hesitation. “Sometimes when I was little I used to cry because I thought they would leave since I wasn’t their real daughter. And they used to promise me saying they wouldn’t, that I was their daughter in every way that counted. That it didn’t matter if we were blood or not, they loved me and they would never leave me. And they kept their promise.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Until they were taken from me.”

Eris just hugs me tighter, “I’ll never leave you and no one is going to take me from you.”

I don’t say anything. I don’t call him out for lying, I know he’s trying to comfort me, but we both know he’s going back Under the Mountain in less than two hours.

Amarantha is taking someone from me yet again.

Eris unwraps his arms from around me and cups my face in his larger hands, “You don’t believe me.” He says and even though it’s not a question, I nod my head anyway. His eyes never leave mine as he speaks. “Raihn, I have to leave at dawn which is in less than two hours. So go for a walk and we’ll let you know when to come back. Be on your guard.” Raihn grumbles something that we both chose to ignore as he goes to leave, and a moment after he walks out of the front door, Eris restores the cabin to how it was with a snap of his fingers. I wouldn’t have known anything happened at all if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

His eyes drop to my lips and it’s the only warning I get before his mouth slams into mine and I deepen it, earning the sweetest groan from him. Everything about our kiss is desperate. Feral. Then he moves on to kissing neck and it’s the type of kiss that promises more before he’s pulling away.

He smiles at me softly, “Let me show you how no matter what, I’ll always be yours.” He places my hand on his bare chest, over his heart, “This is yours.” Then he grabs my other hand and places it over his clothed cock, his lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “And this is yours too.”

My cheeks heat at his words and I just know he’s smirking right now because he knows how undone he makes me. So I do the only reasonable thing I can think of and grip him harder through his pants and he hisses. “You’re mine,” I breathe.

“I’m yours,” he echoes.

I move the hand that was placed on his chest to his hair and tug on it. Titling his head back before rising on the tips of my toes, licking a broad stripe up his throat, before grabbing his face and crashing my lips into his. We know we’re running out of time which only spurs us on as we ravage each other’s lips.

Only pulling away as we tear each other’s clothes off and get back on the bed.

Eris pulls me to lay on top of him so I’m straddling him. Then his lips find mine again. Desperately. His hands are roaming all over my body as if he’s committing it to memory. Finally settling on the swell of my ass and gripping it. His tongue sweeping into my mouth as my lips part in a moan. Our tongues fight for dominance until I give in to the only person I will ever give in to—my mate.

He groans as he pulls away and flips me so I’m laying on the bed. I bite his bottom lip before letting go to let him stand upright.

Leaning back on my elbows, panting, as his eyes devour me.

And my mouth waters as I see just how hard he is. My tongue darts out wetting my lips as I see the bead of precum on his tip. I let out a groan as he fists his cock and pumps it a couple times.

He chuckles darkly, “Like what yours?”

I bit my lip as I hummed a yes. Not capable of words right now.

He lets go of his cock and grabs my ankles, pulling me towards the edge of the bed so that my ass is almost hanging off the bed. Then kneels on the hardwood floor in front of me and spreads my legs apart.

He nudges my thighs apart wider to accommodate his broad shoulders as he settles himself between them. My breath hitches as he alternates between licking where my inner thighs meet my cunt and sucking. Earning a few whines from me as I try and fail to move under his hold to get his tongue where I want. Which only makes him huff out a laugh.

His warm breath fanned over my wet cunt—glistening with arousal—making me squirm under him, “Eris, please!” I beg.

“Please, what?” He taunts.

“Please touch me—“ the words die in throat as he licks a single broad stripe from my entrance up to my clit. Just like I did to his throat.

He pulls back only for a second to sit up and brace his forearms on the backs of my thighs. Baring me to him while also keeping me in place. Then he’s diving right back in and lapping and sucking at my clit like a man starved. “Oh, f-f-fuck, Eris!” I cry out as my hands desperately fist the sheets that will surely be ruined later.

Another scream rips free from my throat as he continues his assault on my clit, sucking harshly on the swollen bundle of nerves, back arching off the bed while my thighs shake as I writhe under his tongue but he keeps me in place.

Then he’s licking broad stripes from my entrance up to my clit and every time he gets to my clit he flicks his tongue against it with precision. Heat begins to build in my tummy and we both know I’m not going to last much longer. He licks another broad stripe but he leaves my clit alone this time in favor of fucking me with his tongue.

My cunt clenches around his warm tongue as he continues to fuck me with it. He relents only to lap at me again with a flat tongue. Then he goes back to my clit, swirling and flicking his tongue on it as I continue to moan and cry out for him. “Eris! Eris! Eris!”

He moans low in his throat every time I say his name, the vibrations of it going straight to my clit, making the heat spread under my skin as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. “Mhmm, Eris,” my chest rising and falling as he continues pulling moans and whimpers from my lips.

His tongue doesn’t give my clit any reprieve as he buries one long, thick, finger inside me. Then two. Fucking me with them, curling them so they hit that sweet spot he knows will send me over the edge.

“Eris! Eri—“ His name a shattered cry on my lips as I fall apart under his touch. My body trembling, hips bucking as he continues to swirl his tongue around my clit and fuck me with his fingers, working me through my orgasm.

Panting as I came down from my high, Eris stands up and looks down at me with a feral grin on his lips. His lips and chin covered in his spit and my release. Even his chest is covered in my release.

He follows my gaze and looks down at his chest then looks back up at me again. “Good girl.” He praises before sucking the two fingers that he’d fucked me with into his mouth. Cleaning them off.

With that same hand he pumps his painfully hard cock, once and then twice, placing his other hand on the back of my thigh, keeping me spread before he slaps my cunt with his cock. Whimpering as my hips jerk in response to the overstimulation.

“Aww, is it too much? It is too much, little flame ?” Eris teases.

I shake my head no.

His heavy cock presses against my cunt as he leans down inches from my face, “Is it too much. Tell me.” A command not a question.

“No,” I breathe.

His pupils flare, then his lips crash into mine and without breaking the kiss in one quick thrust he buries himself all the way into the hilt. My lips parting in a scream as he splits me open which he swallows greedily as he stays still letting me adjust to his size. His tongue explores my mouth, allowing me to taste myself as our tongues fight for dominance.

I win before he pulls away and moves onto kissing my jaw and my neck. “Eris, I-I need—“ My words get cut off by a moan as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. Fingers burying themselves in his red hair as he swirls his tongue over the hardened peak.

He smirks as he moves onto my other breast, giving it the same attention, What does my little mate need ? He asks mind to mind—through the mating bond. His deep voice is full of mirth.

You… I need you to fuck me. Even my voice sounds out of breath and full of lust in my head.

His chuckle is my only warning as pushes me farther up the bed so he can kneel on it. He places one of my legs on each of his shoulders, his hands wrapping around my wrist—holding them down on the bed. Pulling almost all the way out to the tip before pushing right back in.

Fucking me mercilessly without abandon.

The head of his cock hits my sweet spot, my walls flutter around him as my pleasure builds. “Gods… Oh gods!” I cry out above the sound of his hips slapping against my skin.

“That’s it, take it, take all me.” His eyes flicker between watching his cock disappearing into my body and tits bouncing wildly. The sight of me making him let out a lewd groan, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I whine in response.

“P-please, Eris,” I beg. “Let me touch you.”

“So needy.” He teases.

“Please!”

He kisses my swollen lips, then I feel his lips brush against my ear, “Anything for you,” he murmurs, letting my hands go.

And they immediately find him.

I drag my hands down his powerful, muscled back, over scars from battles and terrors long since past.

And as his thrusts turn deeper, I dig my fingers in, dragging my nails across his back, claiming him, marking him. His hips slamming home at the blood I draw. “Such a good little slut,” he praises. “Marking me. Claiming me. I’m yours, little flame.”

“Mine,” I echo, “and I'm yours.”

Eris growled his approval, “Mine.”

That one word was my undoing, my release blasting through me like wildfire. I couldn’t even remember my own name, I remembered Eris’s as I cried it while he kept moving, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from me.

Eris’s own release barreled through him at the sight of it, and he groaned my name so that I remembered it at last, the mating bond set ablaze with our pleasure.

I held him through it, on and on, as he spilled himself in me.

The mating bond continued to glow, silent and lovely, even after he stilled. The sounds of the world came pouring back in, his breathing was ragged as mine was while he brushed lazy kisses to my temple, my nose, my mouth.

I was trembling—and so was Eris as he remained in me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder, his uneven breath warming her skin. “I don’t... ,” he tried, voice hoarse. “I don’t want to go back...”

I ran my fingers down his scarred back, over and over. “I know,” I breathed. “I know, me either.” Already, I wanted more, already I was calculating how long I’d have to wait.

He pulled back, a sad smile gracing his kiss-swollen lips, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“It’s safer if we don’t tell anyone about us being mates, but I still want to claim you.”

“Eris, we don’t have enough time—for the mating ceremony or frenzy.”

“I know,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I know. Gods, I wish we had more time. But I can still claim you another way.”

“You want to mark me.” My lips curve up into a knowing smirk, “You want to bite me.” Not a question but an answer to an unspoken question.

He nodded his head. “Only if you let me.”

“Can I claim you?” He began to harden again inside me as the question lingered.

Eris rasped, “Do you want to bite me?”

I eyed his throat, his glorious body, and I wondered if it were possible to love someone enough to die from it. If it were possible to love someone enough that time and distance and death were of no concern. “Am I limited to your neck?”

Eris’s eyes flared, and his answering thrust was answer enough. We moved together, in an almost hypnotic rhythm like the flames in our veins, and when I reached my peak again, he bit me—where my neck and shoulder met.

Then when Eris roared my name as his release barreled through him and I bit him—where his neck and shoulder met, I hoped the Amarantha herself heard it and knew her days were now numbered.

We fucked three times—twice in the bed, then a third out in the bathtub. We’d gone in to wash off, but I had wrapped my legs around his waist, kissed his neck, then licked his ear the way he liked, and he was buried in me again. I knew why he needed the contact, why he’d needed to taste me on his tongue, and then with the rest of his body. I’d needed the same.

I still needed it. I’d never had anything like him.

And when I had bit him during that second time in the bed ... His magic—his fire had set the entire bedroom, the entire cabin, on fire as he came hard enough that he thought his body would shatter.

But once we were finished, he pulled back the flames and still panting he explained how the cabin and everything was warded not to burn. And it was true nothing was burnt, charred or ash.

Then he’d gone into the small kitchen and mixed some salt and water in a cup before pouring where I’d bitten and scratched him, to make sure the marks—the claim would remain.

And then he’d poured the salt-water mix on me—where he’d claimed me, ensuring the mark would remain.

Eris Pov:

I marked her deep and true, and there was no undoing it, no washing it away. She’d claimed me, and I claimed her, and I know she’s well aware of what this claiming meant—just as I knew ... I knew it had been a choice on her part. A final decision regarding the matter of if she actually wanted to be mated to me.

And she did.

I would try to live up to that honor—try to find some way to get back to her.

To prove that I deserved it. Deserved her. My Y/n. My mate. That she hadn’t bet on the wrong horse. Somehow. I’d earn it. Even with so little to offer beyond my own magic and heart. For now.

She is the reason I made a deal with Rhysand. A deal to kill Beron; my father and High Lord of Autumn. So she’d be safe and happy.

And after I’d be High Lord and she’d be High Lady.

****

The sun is rising, it’s not safe out here in the open with some many fae around, Raihn warned in both of our minds.

Eris flinched, “Gods, I don’t think I'm ever going to get used to that.”

Raihn only huffed, his eyes scanning the forest surrounding us.

I chuckled against Eris’s chest, “You’re gonna have to. There’s no me without him.”

“Anything for you.” Is his only response before tightening his arms that were wrapped around me and kissing the top of my head.

Without taking his eyes away from the forest, Raihn backed up towards us, lying down next to me. Sunshine, we have to go now. The sun rises in 5 minutes and it’s going to take me 10 to get you back to the manor.

All right.

It took everything in me to pull myself out of Eris’s arms, but before I even took a step back toward Raihn, he grabbed one of my hands, “Wait, I want you to have something.” He turned my hand and placed a gold signet ring set with an emerald cut ruby, with a gold chain threaded through it.

I stare at it for a couple seconds longer before closing my fist around it and holding it to my chest and see that one of his fingers is now bare. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, little flame. Remember, what’s mine is yours.” Then he opened his mouth again to speak but closed it. His cheeks now tinged pink.

My brows furrowed, one side of my mouth quirking up in a smile, “What?”

He cleared his throat, “I-uh, warded the ring and necklace so that only you, Raihn or… I could touch it. If someone else does, it’ll burn them.”

“Good.” I said, giving him a smile that’s only reserved for him and Raihn.

Yes, yes, very nice but we need to go. Now. Raihn grumbled as his tail swatted my legs.

“All right, all right, we’re going,” I mumbled. Rolling my eyes as I swung my leg over his body and as soon as I did he stood up. “Raihn!” I chided.

What? He snapped.

“I almost fell,” I muttered as I fisted his fur to keep myself from falling from his back.

Then don’t fall.

Eris walked, standing in front of Raihn, getting his attention, “Get her back safe. Protect her.”

Raihn dipped his head, With my life.

Then Eris walked to his side and titled his head up, and I leaned down, meeting him halfway for our last kiss, for now.

We both pulled away at the same time, pressing our foreheads together, “Be safe,” he breathed.

“Be safe.”

And then he winnowed.

And I closed off my side of mating bond. Telling myself it’s better this way.

****

I awoke hours later, around noon, judging by how bright the sun was.

The servants were sleeping in after their night of celebrating. My body was pleasantly sore from the long night Eris and I had, so I made myself a bath and took a good, long soak. Washing up but also leaving just a bit of his scent on me, just enough so that others would really have to look for it to detect it.

After bathing, I dressed and sat at the vanity to braid my hair. Once I was finished, I opened the collar of my tunic, pulling the chain out with the ring he’d given me, letting it rest on my chest.

Raihn and I strode downstairs and went our separate ways. He went out to hunt for his food while following my nose to the dining room, where I knew lunch was usually served for Tamlin and Lucien.

When I flung open the doors, I found them both in their usual spots. Except Feyre was sitting directly across from Lucien and Feyre and Tamlin were currently arguing. Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright. Clearly amused but as soon as his eyes locked on me—he glared at me.

And I frowned, “What?”

Even Feyre and Tamlin stopped arguing their attention now on us.

“Where were you?” Lucien spat.

“In my room.” I took a step forward and his nostril flared, his eyes narrowed into slits.

He snarled, “Liar.”

Fuck it. I titled my head to the side, smirking, “I mean I was in my room this morning but last night… well you know where I was last night.”

Lucien growled as he winnowed right in front of me, before pinning me to the ground, “You fucked him?!”

“Lucien!” Tamlin’s shout rattled the glasses on the table.

“Did I?”

“His scent is all over you”—his eyes fell to my chest, to the ring around my neck—“you have his fucking ring around your neck !” He grabbed it. No doubt trying to rip it off me but hissed as soon as it made contact with his skin. It burned him.

I only grinned at him. Turning my head to look at Feyre and Tamlin who were both gaping at us, “Want to know what I learned last night ?” I asked both of them. They didn’t say anything and just kept staring so I took that as my cue to continue. “Autumn court males have fire in their blood… and they fuck like it too.”

“Y/n!” Feyre gasped.

Tamlin’s jaw was practically on the floor, then he was shaking his head, sputtering, “Wait-wait, you and Lucien?”

Lucien answered for both of us, “Eris.” As soon as his brother’s name left his mouth he punched me.

I laughed and when he reared his hand back again, I took my opening, fisting the collar of his tunic with my free hand and head-butting his nose. Rewarding me with a loud crunch.

His hand flew up to his nose and I took the chance to flip us over so I was on top and with my left hand I pried his hands away from his face. The second his face was open I punched him in his mouth like he punched me.

“Enough!” Tamlin bellowed.

Lucien tried punching me again but I was too fast and moved out the way, then I landed another blow.

I was gonna punch him again, my fist inches from his face when I heard Feyre, “Y/n, stop!” she yelled.

So I did, I got off of Lucien and stood to the side of him. My chest was still heaving as I offered him a hand, “We good?”

He eyed my hand before sighing, “We’re good.” His hand closed around mine before I pulled him up.

Feyre cleared the space between us in a couple steps—“Y/n what’s wrong with you ?”— she cradled my face in her hands, looking me over.

I pulled away, “I think it’d be easier to tell you what isn’t wrong with me.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Trust me, I know.” I walked around all of them back to the table and sat down and began filling a glass with wine and piling my plate with food. I didn’t turn back to look at them as I said, “So… are you all not gonna eat.”

They all sighed before muttering their agreement as they found their seats and began eating.

No one said anything for a while, until Lucien cleared his throat, his eyes on me, “Why?”

Such a simple question with a complicated answer.

I took a sip of wine before answering, “Can’t say. But, I can say that Raihn is gonna kill you when he comes back.” I said sweetly.

Lucien, Tamlin and Feyre all blanched making me howl with laughter.

It was Feyre who spoke first, “You shouldn’t trust that-that wolf as much as you do. He’s still wild—still a beast.”

I stared at her, for so long that she shifted in her seat uncomfortably and Lucien and Tamlin stiffened. They way only fae could go still. I titled my head to the side—a predator looking at prey. “He’s not a beast to me… No matter what he looks like or how terrifying he is to everyone.” I got up to leave and Feyre grabbed my arm and I ripped it free from her grasp, “Don’t,” I warned.

She grabbed me again and I whirled. Tamlin and Lucien lunged for me, knocking back their chairs hard enough to flip it over, but Feyre threw out a hand. The High Lord and Emissary stood down.

That easily, she leashed them.

I laughed, the sound brittle and cold, and smiled at all of them in a way that usually made others throw the first punch.

But they just set their chairs upright, sat down, and leaned back, as if they already knew where they'd strike my death blow.

Feyre was their salvation and they wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

But she’s my sister—the closest thing I ever had to one. I would never hurt her.

Feyre pointed at the door. "Get the hell out. I don't know what’s going on with you but I don’t want to see you again for a good while."

The feeling was mutual.

****

Without even realizing it I’d walked back to my family’s cottage. My real family’s cottage.

It looks the same as it did the last time I saw it. No doubt because of the wards my mother had placed on it.

I don’t know how long I stood there on the porch, just staring at the door, until Raihn nudged my shoulder with his snout.

Why aren’t you at the manor?

I shrugged not answering his question. “Did you stay here while I was on the other side of the wall?”

Most of the time. Unless I was hunting them. Them; Amarantha’s soldiers. Do you want to go inside?

“No.” I shook my head, sniffling, “I’m not ready yet.”

All right… I was waiting to bring you here—to show you something.

Finally turning to look at him, “To show me, what ?”

It’s better if I show you first.

Sucking in a deep breath, I willed myself to move, “All right, show me.” I followed him as he walked towards the back of the cottage. We walked for about five minutes before I realized where we were going. “No, Raihn. No. I-I can’t.” I pleaded.

Please…

“No. I’m not strong enough to go to her grave.” I had told myself I would come see her but every time I tried I found an excuse not to. It hurt too much.

Please, Sunshine. I shut my eyes at the nickname. The nickname my mother and fathers called me. I need to show you something.

I was trembling now as hot tears streaked my cheeks, “I’m not strong enough,” I admitted.

Raihn nuzzled his head against mine, You don’t always have to be strong. I'm here now. Let me be strong for the both of us, please.

I didn’t trust myself to speak so I simply nodded my head and we began walking again. Raihn a constant and steady presence beside me.

My legs felt like they were going to give out from under me as I saw what he wanted to show me.

Not one but three graves.

It was then that I fell to my knees, sobbing, they were finally together again. My mom and dads.

I couldn’t stop crying long enough to ask how but I didn’t need to, Raihn’s always knows what I need.

I found their bodies in “The Middle” a few yards away from The Sacred Mountain. They were barely alive when I brought them back. Amarantha had the wings cut off.

I let out a scream, as I pressed my forehead to the grass beneath me, sobs racking my entire body. Their wings. She took their wings. Their wings.

After I killed the soldiers who hurt me, I tried feeling where you were through the bond but I couldn’t feel you. I was so weak from what they did to me and still I tried tracking all of you. But their scents were the strongest yet it was only because I was in The Middle too. When I found them I thought they were dead. There was so much blood. So much.

Raihn let out a pained, sorrowful whine, he loved just as much as I do.

But I focused my hearing and I could still hear their hearts beating—barely but they were. So I got them onto my back and came back home but I tracked your scent here. It was so faint, practically nonexistent but it was here. And then I saw her grave. Your mother’s grave. I remember she told you that she always wanted to be buried beneath a yew tree and how your father’s always said they didn’t care as long as they were all together. It was as if the mother was playing a cruel joke because you buried her beneath one that had two more yew trees that were flanking it. So I buried them here. At her sides, flanking her, as they did in life.

I don’t know how long I had been crying but I finally stopped. “Thank you,” I whispered so low I wasn't sure he’d heard me.

But then he laid his massive head on my lap, I love them too.

“I know. I know you do.” Without thinking, I started petting his head. We both need the comfort.

I miss them.

“Me too.” I lifted my head up to the sky and closed my eyes as I imagined the three of them together, happy and flying. A small smile still graced my lips as I opened my eyes again. Finally taking in the area.

The grass was trimmed, flowers placed on each grave and three simple but beautiful headstones. “Raihn, how’d you get the headstones?”

Do you remember, Adair ?

I nodded my head even though he couldn’t see, “Yeah, their friend from summer, right ?”

Yes. Well he heard about what happened and found me on the porch of the cottage covered in dirt and blood. So he cleaned me up, got me food and water, because I was still weak. And after I got some strength back and walked him here and pawed at the graves where a headstone belonged and he understood.

They were simple headstones—all three—but still beautiful. I couldn’t stop rereading them.

From left to right they read:

Declan Hawthorne

Beloved Husband and Father

Rhaenyra Blackfyre

Beloved Wife and Mother

Callum Rivers

Beloved Husband and Father

There’s something else I need to tell you, Raihn said.

“What?”

Wesley—one of Amarantha’s lieutenants is in Summer. Him and a few Hybern soldiers under his command, they’ve been going court to court.

My brows pinched together, “For what?”

Not, what. Who.

“Me,” I sighed.

Yes. They’re looking for the “Sun of the Night Court.” After they ensnared one of the Suriel and they told them the prophecy. That the “Sun of the Night Court” is the heir of the Spring Court. The heir that is promised to free Prythian—to kill her. So she killed the Suriel, sent out her lieutenants, making them go court to court searching for a boy that doesn’t exist.

“Because, it’s me. I’m Tamlin’s heir.” I finally said the words that have been haunting me for more than 10 years out loud. “I’m the “Sun of the Night Court.”

Yes.

“And when Amarantha assumed that the Suriel said son instead of sun, they didn’t bother correcting her, if it wasn’t a direct question.”

Yes.

“Because no High Lord has ever had a female heir. Until me.”

Yes.

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hakusins · 12 days

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@digenerate-trash's forgotten au / apocalypse au - pc sheet for eri! 💕

cw // mentions of cannibalism, pregnancy, violence

had a sudden urge to draw my girl and thought making a pc sheet for the forgotten au. very straightforward tbh, she was surviving just fine in robin's faction for a good while since the start of the apocalypse, but then she got pregnant from an assault :(( (not by any named NPCs) so now she has to worry over some little ones.

whats worse is that there had been some pregnant members in robin's faction that had been attacked lately during the night by some unnoticeable people (the cannibals have taken a liking to the taste of pregnant women). it's caused a lot of stress for her and so she decided to leave and join whitney's group just long enough to give birth to the little ones. (did not expect to fall for the asshole leader at all nope -)

her plan afterwards was initially to go back to robin's faction and raise the children there, but she wondered if this was actually the best idea. after speaking with the scouts in whitney's faction, it was actually discovered that the forest was quite in tact and seems to be untouched/unnoticed by the attacks (she has no way to verify this information), and so decided that afterwards, she'll make her way to the forest. hehe, not quite sure if she decides to go through with it or not, perhaps a bad enough fight with whitney might cause her to run off with the kids 👀

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Idk how you write such amazing work. Perhaps i could bother you for a request? Eris x reader x azriel.

Reader is Eris fiance and soon to be high lady. At a ball Azriels shadows swarm her curling around her neck and wrist. When they curl her exposed leg up to her thigh due to her dress she lets out the most bright contagious laugh (shes ticklish) and the bond snaps for azriel but not her. Im a sucker for a jealous azzy and some angst. ❤️❤️

Okay, I got a littleeee carried away with this one. Please let me know what you think!

Playing With Fire

Warnings: Lil angst, lil smut, 18+

***

You looked up into the eyes of your fiancé, spinning gracefully throughout the room. The Autumn Court High Lord was a fan of balls, and the announcement of his engagement was certainly reason enough to throw one. Eris looked down at you, a cunning smile on his face.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked, eyes roaming over your body. You laughed, used to his sensuality.

“As always, dearest.” You responded, voice sultry. He held you tighter, eyes holding a promise for later.

You smiled at him as the song came to a close, pulling away to go grab a drink. You pressed a kiss to Eris’ cheek and headed to the edge of the room. A glass of wine now in your hands, you observed the party going on around you. The golden ring on your finger was heavy, a ruby situated in the middle of it. There was a certain power coming from it, an aura that commanded respect and attention.

Very similar to the male that gave it to you.

You felt something cold wrap around your ankle, looking down to see… a shadow? The little thing twirled around your leg, excited by your attention. You felt the same cool on your arms and neck, a small laugh coming from you. What were they doing? They didn’t feel malicious, just curious. You looked around the room, trying to determine who they belonged to.

A large winged male appeared next to you, face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, they aren’t listening to me.” He made a frustrated movement with his hands at them, but the shadows continued to swirl over you. One began to travel up the exposed skin of your thigh, a laugh breaking out from you.

You notice the male next to you stiffen and the shadows are suddenly pulled from your body. You look at him, hoping you hadn’t offended him. “My apologies, they tickled.” You explained a little sheepishly. He gave a curt nod, an unreadable expression in his face.

Eris chose that moment to find you, circling his arm around your waist as he stood next to you. “Azriel. What brings the Night Court spymaster out this fine evening?” Your fiancés tone was cold, clipped. He hadn’t been High Lord for very long, but the way he held himself right now radiated power like you’ve never seen.

The male with the wings- Azriel - stood straighter, matching Eris. “I came with Lucien to celebrate your engagement. Is that a problem, High Lord?” The title came out like an insult, a judgement. You didn’t know who this was, but your immediate reaction was to stand up for your love.

“Talk to him like that again and it will be.” You snapped, standing tall against him. His eyes shot to yours, surprise littering his features.

Eris smiled, his lips coming to press against the side of your neck. Azriel watched the action closely, a look like hunger shooting across his face. “She’s lovely, isn’t she Shadowsinger?” Eris taunted, moving to stand behind you. His lips continued kissing you, one hand splaying out over your stomach. You weren’t sure why he was doing this now, but your fiancés touch always riddled you breathless.

A soft moan left your lips as Eris bit on that sweet spot on your neck, the hand on your stomach dipping ever lower. Azriel’s wings fluttered, his hands in tight fists at his sides. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Eris continued his teasing, watching the other male closely.

Azriel was at a loss for words, too lost in the flush of pleasure on your cheeks. You noticed his intense stare, eyes shooting to the ground. Eris tucked his fingers under your chin, pulling your head up to look back at Azriel. “Now, now,” he chided, “my High Lady never backs down, does she?”

Azriel’s jaw clenched, an internal war going on. Eris seemed to know what the problem was, smiling as he pulled you away from the male. “Enjoy the party, Spymaster.”

***

You broke away from the party early, heading back to your room. You left Eris to entertain, he was truly in his element at these parties. You were humming softly to yourself as you walked the halls of the palace, fingers trailing over the stone walls. You sensed a presence following you, your body stiffening at the possible danger.

You felt a cool brush against your leg again, looking down to see the little shadow from earlier. It curled around you affectionately, almost cute. “Hello,” you said to it, “What are you doing away from your master?” You gave a small laugh at the thing, watching it move around your leg.

“The same could be asked of you,” came a quiet voice, you turned to find the male from earlier.

“Excuse me?” You asked, not liking the implication of his words.

“You heard me. Where is your keeper?” There was a bite to his words, an anger in his eyes.

You straightened up, crossing your arms in front of you. “Eris has remained at the party. I have decided to go to bed, and if you’ll excuse me i’ll just be on my way.” You turned to continue walking to your room, stopped by a rough hand on your arm.

“He isn’t right for you.” It was almost a whisper, a strain for your ears to hear his words. You spun slowly towards him, cocking your head.

“And how, pray tell, do you know that?” You asked, holding your head high.

“He knows you’re the most powerful female in his court. Tell me, when did he show interest in you? Why would he approach you out of everyone else?” The hazel eyes were studying you, a sort of sorrow on his face.

“Who are you to ask me questions like this?” You didn’t want to trust him, but something about him was drawing you in.

“Someone who cares. Someone who knows things.” His hand released your arm, falling back to his side.

“Okay, Night Court Spymaster. What ‘things’ do you know that involve me and my fiancé?” You asked, intrigued by what he has to say.

He let out a sigh, eyes casting downward. “Eris is using you, my lady.”

The words were like a knife to your heart. “What? How?”

He looked back up at you, an apology in his eyes. “He knows he needs a strong High Lady by his side. It increases his power and respect. He sent out letters to all the males with daughters in the Court, asking for information. You outshone the others. Eris called a ball a week later, to meet his ‘true love’.” You nodded, remembering the night you met your fiancé clearly.

“He stumbled into you, seemingly on accident. The two of you hit it off and now here you are, engaged not but a few months later. I came tonight to gather information on what he was planning, and if you were in on it.” His hand shakily reached out and grabbed one of yours. “Then I saw you. And I knew you had no idea.”

You were stunned into silence, staring blankly at the male in front of you. You couldn’t deny that his words made sense, your father had received a letter before that ball. Eris did seem to know everything about you when you met, winning you over with charm and interest in the things you enjoyed. This male was not the first to bring up the quick engagement, you’ve heard the whispers yourself around Court.

“How can I trust you?” You asked quietly, pulling your hand back from his.

“I can’t show you now, you will have to come with me.” He informed, clasping his hands behind his back.

You debated in your head, your mind telling you not to trust this male you didn’t know. Yet something in your heart was gravitating towards him, telling you that he was being honest. If what he was saying is true, you may be in danger here. But if he’s lying, it will be a death sentence to go with him.

Voices came from down the hall, recognizable as Eris and one of his guards. You still weren’t decided, but you knew you didn’t want to be caught here with the winged Night Court male. You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall, pushing him back into a cornered alcove. The two of you would be completely missed as long as no one looked into the dark corner.

Your back was pressed against his front, his hands coming to rest on your waist for balance. You held your breath, worried Eris would hear the hectic beating of your heart. The male behind you had to duck down a little against the low ceiling, his breath fanning across the back of your neck. You tried to ignore the fire spreading through your body at his touch.

Eris and his guard were getting closer, you pushed yourself harder against the Shadowsinger. He let out a small grunt, and you almost turned to apologize when you felt something hard against your back. His hands tightened on your waist, a small ‘o’ forming on your mouth as you realized what it was. It was wrong of you to enjoy this, especially when your fiancé was ten steps away.

Eris was right outside the alcove now, and to your horror he stopped. You heard him arguing with his guard, not paying any attention to what he was saying until you heard your name.

“That Spymaster knows what we are planning with her.” He was saying, voice agitated. His guard murmured in agreement. “She’s too valuable to lose. She has no idea the power that runs through her veins. I need her by my side if i’m going to take over the other courts.”

Take over the courts? Eris had never mentioned anything like that to you. He had only just gotten the Autumn Court High Lord title, what does he need with the rest?

The footsteps began again, Eris and his guard walking further down the hall. You stayed still, a million thoughts running through your mind. You suddenly darted out of the alcove, turning in panic to the male. “We have to go. Now. He’s going to notice i’m not in the bedroom and come looking.”

He nodded, holding his arm out for you to take. You grabbed on, the world disappearing into a black cloud as he took you away from the only home you’d ever known.

***

Azriel landed you on the edge of the most beautiful city you had ever seen. You gazed at the glittering lights, amazed that a place like this exists in the Night Court. “This is Velaris,” he spoke quietly. “My home.”

The two of you stood there until you were satisfied, Azriel scooping you up into his arms. You looked at him wide-eyed, confused by his actions. He spread his wings and gave you a cocky smile. “We have to fly up to my house.”

You didn’t even have time to digest his words before he shot off into the sky, cool wind whipping your face. You dug your nails into his shirt, fear taking over your body. You had never been this high in the sky before, the night air harsh around you. He held you tighter, whispering to you that you were safe.

You didn’t think you breathed until your feet touched the solid ground of the massive house Azriel had brought you to. You barely had a second to adjust to the flight and your new surroundings before another male stepped out onto the balcony. You recognized him as Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. He looked at you coolly, eyes flicking up to the male behind you.

You looked between them, noticing they were having some sort of mental argument. You knew the powers Rhysand possessed, Eris made sure you were up to date on everything about the other courts and their High Lords. Finally the other High Lord sighed, looking back to you. “Welcome to the Night Court. Azriel informs me that you overheard part of Eris’ plan regarding you. We have much to discuss.”

He turned and went back inside, leaving you and Azriel alone on the balcony. “You will sleep for now, and we will have a meeting in the morning.” He said, stepping up next to you. “Rhys wasn’t sure that we could trust you, so forgive the rather cold welcome.” He gave a small laugh with his words, one you did not return.

“I don’t know anything, Azriel.” You said quietly, ashamed of how easily you had been fooled by Eris. He took your hands reassuringly in his, making you look up at him.

“Do not discredit yourself, you will learn more tomorrow. But for now, you need rest. Come, i’ll show you to your room.”

***

Azriel had given you a tea to help you sleep, assuming your mind would be too busy to allow you rest. He said you needed to be as clear minded as possible for the meeting in the morning. You didn’t argue, drinking the sweet tea happily. You’d love to forget everything that had happened.

You woke up to the sun shining through the great windows in your room, it’s warmth welcome on your face. You stretched and crawled out of the bed, wearing a large shirt of Azriel’s he had given you last night. Your brain still told you it was wrong to be so comfortable with him, but that tug in your heart was louder. A knock came at your door, opening to reveal the very male plaguing your mind.

“I borrowed some clothes from Nesta, if you’d like.” He spoke politely, holding out a few different outfits for you. You took them with a ‘thank you’, moving to the bathroom to change. When you came out Azriel was waiting patiently for you, his eyes taking in your new appearance. The dark Night Court colors were different than the typical reds and golds you wore, but they were truly just as beautiful.

“Well, let’s go then.” Azriel said, leaving your room. You followed after him, nerves tight in your stomach. You weren’t sure what was expected of you here. Eris had never told you any of his plans, and you certainly hadn’t caught on to him using you. You and Azriel walked into a large meeting room, Rhysand already there. You noticed the High Lady sitting next to him, and another winged male. A female with short black hair was there as well, along with a deathly beautiful blonde. They were all looking at you, their gazes feeling a little overwhelming.

Azriel placed an arm around your waist for reassurance, leading you to a chair at the table. He sat next to you, prepared to help you against his friends. Your heart fluttered at his actions, and your mind yelled at you that you still had a fiancé. That they could be lying, that what Eris is planning may not be so bad. But even your mind couldn’t argue the words you heard from his own mouth.

“What has Eris told you?” Rhysand asked, jumping right in.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, nervous with this new attention. Azriel placed his hand on your knee, giving you a comforting squeeze.

“I don’t believe that for a second. Be honest, girl.” The sharp words came from the silver-eyed female, glaring at you.

“I am being honest!” You retorted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You looked back up to Rhysand, trying to prove your innocence. “Eris never brought up anything until I overheard him last night. He had never said anything more than me being his wife and High Lady, that together we would be the most ‘powerful duo.’ I didn’t think anything of it, assuming he either truly believed it or was flattering me with his words. Never did I think his plan was to take over Prythian!”

Rhysand studied you carefully, asking; “Will you let me in your mind? To see the truth.”

You nodded, willing to do anything to get those silver eyes off of you. You felt a strange sensation as Rhysand entered your mind, flicking through your memories with Eris. You blushed deeper as he opened some of the more intimate ones, humiliated that you trusted him so. When he was done the presence left your mind, and the look Rhysand now gave was kinder.

“She’s telling the truth. She had no idea.” You looked down in shame, wanting nothing more than to leave this room. Azriel’s thumb began stroking soothing circles on your leg, prompting you to look up at him.

“No one will judge you here. I promise.” He whispered, sending you a small smile. You failed to send one back, but placed your hand on top of his and squeezed in thanks.

“What do you know of your power that Eris so desperately wanted?” Rhysand asked, pulling your attention back to him.

“I don’t know. I was never trained, taught to only use them for typical household tasks. I’ve never gone deeper to see what’s there.” You explained, realizing how pathetic that sounded. How had you never noticed how sad your life was?

“Hm. I will have to train you myself, try to pull them out. It is imperative that we know what you can do.”

You nodded at his words, not looking forward to any sort of training session with the High Lord. “Eris will have realized you are missing by now, no doubt suspecting it was us who took you. You will have to remain hidden.”

“Of course,” you agreed politely. You had assumed as much, knowing there was no way you could return to the Autumn Court now.

“For now I will have Azriel return you to your room, until we decide what to do.” Rhysand dismissed the two of you, Azriel leading you back the way you came. You heard the murmur of voices pick up as the doors closed, knowing they were debating what to do with you. Where would you go if they decided it was too risky to keep you here?

***

A few weeks had gone by and there had been no sign of Eris. Nothing came from the Autumn Court about his missing fiancé, no rumors of anything that happened that night. You didn’t know whether to feel comforted or scared by that fact.

Your training with Rhysand was going well, uncovering the deep and dangerous fire in your veins. You were able to control the flames in a way that you had never seen, as if they were simply an extension of you. Even Lucien had been shocked watching you wield it, commenting that he could understand why his brother would try to capture this as his own.

You were growing more comfortable being around the others, but none quite as much as Azriel. He had quickly become your closest friend, making your transition to the Night Court as easy as possible. He was helping you physically train, getting strong and learning how to handle different weapons. There was an underlying tension you chose to ignore, memories of that night you hid with him in the alcove flooding your dreams.

You were in the small private library of the House when you heard shouts from down the hall. You pushed the door open just enough to see what was happening. You heard the clash of blades, fear shooting down your spine. A flash of red let you know Eris had somehow gotten up here. How? You knew you had to be flown up, the reason they kept you here.

“Where is she?!” He bellowed, fighting hard against Azriel.

“She’s not here.” He responded, slicing towards the other male.

“Lies! I can smell her. You can’t take my bride away from me!” Eris yelled.

“She doesn’t belong to you. She came willingly.” Azriel retorted, blade deflecting Eris’ attack.

“That docile little fox? She would never.” He sneered, the words sparking an anger in you. You couldn’t help yourself as you stepped through the doors, straight into his line of sight.

“I would, Eris.” You spoke, fire at the tips of your fingers. The fighting stilled, both males turning to look at you. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Eris snorted, lowering his blade. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m willing to forgive this treachery if you come back with me. You know they will never treat you correctly here, not like I can.”

The fire grew in your hands as you stepped towards him. “This is your only warning, Eris. Leave, or I will make you. Is that how you want to return to your court, High Lord? Defeated by your old fragile bride?”

His gaze faltered, doubt crossing his features for a split second before being replaced by his cocky expression. “You? Take on me? I’d like to see you try.”

You took a step closer, the fire traveling up your arms. “Oh Eris, you know the power I hold. That’s why you chose me, isn’t it? Now that i’ve been training that power, is it really something you want to stand up against?”

He took a step back, the fear of what you could do winning. He sheathed his sword, glaring between you and Azriel. “This is not over. You are making a grave mistake.” He was gone before you could react, some strange power allowing him to leave the House.

Your fire quieted, retreating back down to nothing. You turned to Azriel, opening your mouth to say something, when you were interrupted by his lips against yours.

You didn’t immediately react, too shocked to understand what he was doing. One of his hands fell to your waist, the other cupping the back of your neck. You sunk into his touch, palms flat on his chest. “That,” he growled into the kiss, “was the sexiest act i’ve ever seen.” He pushed you backwards until your back touched the wall behind you, lips traveling from yours to your neck. You arched against him at his touch, the way every touch of his mouth was like fire against your skin.

“Azriel,” you murmured out, mind hazy. He nipped a sensitive spot on your neck at his name, a low moan falling from yours lips. He fell to his knees in front of you, hands on your thighs as he raised your skirt.

“I can’t handle it anymore. I need to taste you.” He groaned, kissing the exposed skin on your thighs. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, looking up at you to get your permission. The rational part of you was yelling that this was a bad idea, but the pull in your heart and the heat between your legs were screaming for him.

“Yes. Please.” You gasped, head falling back against the wall behind you as your hands tangled in his hair. He wasted no time in pulling your underwear to the side, licking up you. You moaned, hands tugging on his hair. You didn’t care that you were out in the open hallway, that anyone could walk by. The only thing you could focus on was the feel of Azriel’s tongue against you.

He sucked harshly against you, fingers coming up to tease your entrance. You ground against him, needing to feel him. He smiled against you, one finger slipping inside your waiting body. You tightened around him, mouth open in a silent scream. Eris had never made you feel this good so quickly. The pull in your heart was growing stronger as Azriel explored you, heightening your pleasure in a way you’ve never experienced.

He added another finger, curling them perfectly inside you. His lips and tongue were attacking you, sucking and biting in the most delicious way. Your mind was going blank, the only thing on it was his name. You felt yourself about to break, your pleasure ready to take over you. “Azriel, Azriel i’m-“ You were cut off by a harsh suck and his fingers working you perfectly, a shuddering moan being ripped from your body.

“That’s right, cum for me.” He instructed, keeping his movements steady. You bit your lip as the orgasm washed over you, trying to keep from screaming. Azriel pushed you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as possible. Gasping breath after gasping breath fell from your lips, your body shaking against him. If it wasn’t for the force of him keeping you up you would have collapsed.

Azriel removed his mouth and fingers from you, standing up to tower over you. You look up into his lust-blown eyes and that tug in your heart erupts. Your eyes are wide as you look up at him, feeling that impenetrable golden string between the two of you. “Oh,” you whisper, mind still hazy from the events of a minute ago.

He slowly leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “Do you understand now why I couldn’t leave you there?” He whispers against you, pulling you close. You nod, shocked beyond words. Azriel was your mate.

***

Note: I don’t think Eris is truly an evil guy but he had to be for this story ! For my Eris lovers out there i’m sorryyyy

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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hi i was going through your eris x bratty reader fics, im literally obsessed with them, and i was wondering if i could request eris saying no to the reader after she asks him to buy her smthn and the reader just starts bawling her eyes out be he's never said no to her🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ this would literally be so funny, reader would literally be so confused, like what’s no??? what do you MEAN no?????

Did You Just Say No?

Eris x reader

A/n: I love brat tamer Eris 😚

Warnings: bratty reader

Taking you shopping was supposed to be a reward. For you because you managed not to behead any of his advisors this week. And for him to see that stunning smile of yours. Eris loves making you happy, but today he felt like conducting a little experiment.

Eris didn’t punish you earlier this week for acting bratty. He just reprimanded you a little and promised you anything you wanted if you were good until Friday.

You were in the last shop before you and Eris were to go back to the Forest House. A small yet very expensive boutique in the city. You had already picked out an exquisite dress, a pair of shoes to match, and a few other things.

Eris had no idea what you could possibly have left to buy but he waited patiently. You skipped up to your mate holding a beautiful autumn brown tunic with small leaves embroidered on it.

The garment was draped over your arms as you came to a stop in front of Eris, giving him your sweetest smile. “Can I please get this one Eris?”

Eris seemed like he was contemplating his answer. Which was odd. He always said yes. Eris looked you dead in the eyes, face straight and said the worst word ever to you, “No.”

You were so taken aback you physically stepped away from him. Your face contorted in sadness and anger. Your mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to comprehend what Eris had just done.

“What?” Your voice breaks and your eyes narrow at him. “What is no? What do you mean?” Internally you’re panicking. Is this how he’s ending your relationship? Does he not want this dynamic anymore? You weren’t sure you could change, Eris has treated you like a princess since day one.

“No, you cannot have it.” On the inside Eris was praying to the Cauldron you didn’t make a scene right now. Maybe a public place was not the best idea for this experiment.

“Well, why not? You said I can have whatever I want?” Your voice was slowly rising with each word. “Is that not an option anymore?” “No, you just cant have this particular thing. You’ve had enough today.”

Ass soon as the words left his mouth Eris realized it was the absolute wrong thing to say. Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t help the sob that came out of your mouth. Tears started falling fast.

“Do you not want me any more? Just tell me you don’t love me anymore Eris! That’s better than no!” You tossed the tunic onto the chaise lounge in the middle of the boutique, crossing your arms and turning from Eris.

The other patrons kept shopping but occasionally snuck looks at the two of you. Eris was shocked by your words. Of course he loved you, how could he not? You are perfect to him.

Eris lightly grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him. “My love,” he says softly, “I will always want you. How could you even think that?” You sniffled, “Because you said no. You never say no.”

“Love, I didn’t know you’d react like this. I’m sorry. Of course you ca get whatever you want.” You stopped crying and leaned away from Eris, a bright smile on your lips. “Yay! Thank you!”

You pecked his cheek and collected the the tunic from lounge, speeding to the cashier to put it with the rest of your shopping.

Eris shook his head. He was happy you bounced back quickly but her was sure you’d give him an attitude about this later.

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thecowinblack · 1 month

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Heartbreak and Fire

Pairing: Earlier Azriel x Reader, Eris x Reader

Warnings: Mentions sex, swearing, agains, more agains, mean!Mor. let me know if I missed something.

An: Hi! I'm really new to writing on Tumblr and I just wanna know if this is something that you would like to read more of? Ik it's not that good but I kinda like it.

Y/N was sitting in the gardens, waiting for her mate. Azriel had promised to actually show up this time as he had forgotten about the last three times. But today was different, today was their twenty year anniversary. But nothing in the last year had been different.

Since the Archeron sisters arrived no one had really paid her any attention, not her brother Rhys, who was busy with his dear mate Fayre, which she totally understood but the fact that he had taken away her duties? That was what upset her. Fayre had just walked in to their life and poof everything she fought for EVERY fucking thing was taken from her, even her mate. Azriel had been busy with Elain ever since she had arrived. Even after Elain got back on her feet it was always “Sorry Elain needs me” or “Something came up.” Now Az was one hour late.

Y/n decided to go and check the house of wind, where Az and Elain spent most of their time. Walking in to their room something horrific appeared before her. Her mate, her Azriel was fucking Elain. In their bed. The one that they slept in every night. As she saw the couple in the bed look up, searching for the source of the sound that she had created opening the door.“Y/n, I-I can explain” Azriel mumbled, standing up, naked.Instead of staying, knowing she was only going to get her heart broken, again, y/n windowed away to Rita's where she knew Mor probably where.

“Mor we need to talk!” She called out.“Not now y/n I'm busy.” Morrigan said, back to her face talking to some girl in the bar. “Please, I need you!” Yn mumbled and she felt all eyes on her. “I said I'M BUSY” Morrigan screamed, turning against her. Relising what the look on Y/N face ment. “Im leaving” Yn said winnowing away once again. How could she? Her cousin, the person she always had cared for? This time to someone she knew would take her in. Her best friend for many many years, Eris.

An: Tell me if you like it and I will probably make a (longer) part 2! 🩷🩷

Edit: Thank you all for the support I've gotten! I'm currently writing part 2 and I am probably soon going to be done! 💕

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autumnshighlady · 1 month

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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 26)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: Eris has yet another surprise for you, and a secret is revealed

warnings: feyre slander, slightly nsfw towards the end

word count: 5.7k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: this is a filler chapter, sorry if it's boring! wedding is coming up next chapter i think. also so sorry the taglist got messed up somewhere halfway through teh fic and it wasn't actually tagging people so if you haven't been tagged like 15 chapters i fixed it now im so sorry!

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 / part 20 / part 21 / part 22 / part 23 / part 24 / part 25

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A throbbing headache greeted you as you peeled your eyes open, the bright rays of sunshine coming in through the window directly onto your face. You groaned, mouth dry as sand. Regret over those last few drinks washed over you as you rolled over, body shaky as you pushed yourself up.

“Morning!” Gwyn’s voice sounded through your blurry vision – her normally soft tone was ear-splitting due to your hangover.

“Ugh, please tone down your mouth noises.” You grumbled, rubbing your temples and yawning.

The redhead rolled her eyes, handing you a tray. “That’s what you get for drinking so much. A servant brought us a tray each for breakfast. Drink water and the tonic, you’ll feel better.”

You sighed, trying to fight off the hangover shakes as you reached for the tray. On the golden platter was a glass of water, a vial of liquid meant to ease how shitty you felt, and a plate with toast, eggs, fruit, and thick slices of bacon. The food smelled heavenly, but your stomach churned in protest. So you quickly downed the tonic before slowly sipping water, your throat no longer feeling like a desert.

Nesta had joined Gwyn on the bed in the far corner in an effort to get Emerie to sit up. The Illyrian female protested, eyes squeezed shut as she cursed the sun for being so bright. Despite your state, you snorted. At least you were better off than Emerie.

“Come on,” Nesta insisted. “You have to at least have a sip of water.”

Emerie shook her head vehemently, then cursed, dizzied. “No. I’m gonna die if I move another inch.”

Gwyn reached down to Emerie’s tray and grabbed the glass of water, bringing it up to her lips. “Here, that way you won’t have to move.” The hungover female protested, but Gwyn tilted the glass up anyways, forcing the water into her mouth. She sputtered for a second, but eventually swallowed some of the cold liquid.

With Gwyn now settled coaxing water into Emerie, Nesta headed towards your bed, smirking. “Morning, sunshine.” She said coolly. Her hair was loose and messy around her shoulders, eyes slightly red from the lack of sleep. But she still looked incredible, despite having drank more than you.

“Not fair.” You complained, rubbing your dry eyes again and scowling at your mate. “I drank half as much as you and you seem perfectly fine.”

Nesta plopped down beside you, shrugging. “Perk of drinking myself half to death for a few months, I guess.” She joked, then motioned to your bacon. “Are you going to eat that?”

“Go for it.” You shook your head. “I can’t imagine eating anything right now.”

A wider smirk came over Nesta’s face as she popped the bacon into her mouth, blue-grey eyes going up and down your body. “I can.”

You blushed, smacking her with your pillow. “What has gotten into you?” You hissed playfully so that Gwyn and Emerie wouldn’t hear. Your body had responded to her words instantly, heating up even more and making you squirm.

She shrugged, taking the second piece of bacon off your plate as well. “I’m just glad I can finally show appreciation for my mate without worrying about someone hacking my head off for it.”

“Fair enough.”

The four of you picked away at your breakfasts in silence, much to you and Emerie’s relief. The tonic began to work after twenty minutes, your headache slowly easing up and the fog around your brain clearing. Eventually, Eris and Azriel came through the doors, stifling their laughs at how hungover or sleep deprived you all were. After saying goodbye to your friends, Emerie grumbled something about the likelihood of throwing up all over Azriel as she took his hand, preparing to winnow. Gwyn’s cheeks flushed slightly as she took Azriel’s other hand, the spymaster’s shadows curling around her slender wrist. You raised an eyebrow at her, but she blushed harder and refused to meet your gaze.

After Azriel, Gwyn, and Emerie left, Nesta left for the bathing chambers to freshen up while you flopped back down into the bed, pulling the sheets over your head. “I’m staying here all day,” You declared. “Nobody wake me.”

You heard Eris chuckle, feeling the bed shift as he sat down beside you. He yanked the sheets down, and you whined in protest. “Eris!” You cried out. “Please, I’m so hungover. I just want to rot in this bed all day.”

“Too bad,” Eris said with a delighted grin on his face. “Because I have another surprise for you.”

You groaned, turning onto your stomach and burying your face into the pillow. “I cannot handle another surprise right now.”

“Trust me. You’ll want to see this. Now get out of bed.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish. Now get up.”

When you didn’t move, strong hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into the air with surprising strength and flinging you over the High Lord’s shoulder. You yelped, the blood rushing to your head as Eris gripped the back of your thighs, holding you steady as he walked.

“Put. Me. Down. Right. Now.” You hissed through gritted teeth, stomach churning as the world swayed around you.

“Absolutely not.” Eris quipped, squeezing your legs once and he strode down the hallway. “Besides, you’re too hungover to use any of those sneaky moves the shadowsinger taught you. So suck it up, do not vomit on me, and thank me later for dragging you out of bed.”

You groaned as Eris carried you up a winding staircase with ease, your upper body swaying across his back. “Where are you even taking me?” You asked, defeated.

“Your surprise is out on the private balcony.”

“What is the surprise?”

Eris snorted. “Mother above, you and Nesta are the worst when it comes to surprises, you know that? Nosy creatures.”

“You could have at least given me time to prepare.” You grumbled, realising you were still in your pyjamas.

“So you’d rather I have told you I had a surprise in advance and then let you stew over it for a whole day, leaving you in limbo before finally revealing it?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he had a point. You didn’t answer, and Eris laughed victoriously. “Thought so.” He said smugly.

Finally, after climbing up a mountain’s worth of staircases, Eris finally set you down. You wobbled, legs unsteady and clinging to the High Lord for balance as you adjusted to being upright again. A large wooden door stood in front of you, elegant whirling carvings along the edges. You shivered at the bone chilling cold of the stairwell, and Eris was quick to drape his warm cloak over your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You said before shooting him a glare. “But if you throw me over your shoulder like that again, I will nail your balls to the wall.”

Pure predatory smirk overcame Eris’s face as he met your gaze evenly. “Oh, please. We both know you enjoyed being tossed around.”

Your cheeks burned, unable to deny that his words rang partially true. You slapped his arm, and hissed at him, “This surprise better be worth it.”

“Oh, I know it is. Once again, feel free to use your spare time to brainstorm all the ways you can thank me later.” Eris simply winked, turning the knob and pushing the door open. You squinted, eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright morning sunlight that glared at you.

Stepping through the doorway onto the breezy balcony, your eyes began to focus. A tall, male figure stood a few feet away, the rays of the sun shining behind him and casting him in an otherworldly glow. Strands of red hair blew in the breeze, the light reflecting off of a familiar golden eye.

“Lucien…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as tears began to pool in your eyes at the sight of your friend coming into view. His golden skin shone in the light of Autumn, his red hair half tied back, revealing his chiselled, handsome face. It was filled with a mix of emotions as he stared back at you – awe, happiness, regret, all at once.

“Hey there, (Y/N).” Lucien said softly, lips pulling up in a smile.

All nausea and dizziness vanished as you surged forward, running towards your old friend. Your heart raced with excitement as you leapt into his outstretched arms, burying your face in his shoulder. There was no hope at stopping the sobs that choked up your throat, so you let them out. Lucien’s strong arms wrapped around you, holding you up as you clung onto his tall form.

Time was askew as you hugged him. It could have been hours or seconds for all you knew. You hadn’t seen Lucien since those few minutes after you escaped Rhys’s prison, all those weeks ago.

Eventually, Lucien gently set you down. You turned around to ask Eris how he had found and gotten his brother here so quickly, but your mate had slipped away, leaving you alone with Lucien. When you turned back to your friend, his remaining eye simmered with emotion. “I’ve missed you.” He said, squeezing your hands in his own.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You said through tears. “I’m so sorry, Lucien.”

He frowned. “What do you possibly have to be sorry for?”

“For everything,” You gulped. “For everything you’ve been through, for how you’ve been treated. For not trying to find you sooner–”

Lucien interrupted you sternly. “No. Do not say that. None of this is your fault. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. I’m sorry, too.”

“What do you possibly have to be sorry for?” You threw his words back at him playfully, despite the sadness still lacing your voice.

Lucien squeezed your hands again, regret crossing his kind face. “For not fighting harder for you.”

Your heart cracked a bit at his broken voice. Lucien was the best male you had ever known, always putting others above himself no matter the personal cost. “You showed up with armies from the Spring Court to get me back. I’d hardly call that not fighting for me.”

“I meant before that. Feyre and Rhys told me that you were enjoying Velaris and your new missions as a spy, which was why you hadn’t come to visit me. They even went so far as to bring me a scarf claiming it was from you. I simply believed them, and didn’t question it. It wasn’t until Azriel found me and told me the truth about your situation that I realised what was going on.”

“Lucien–” You tried to speak, to reassure him that he was not at fault here, but your friend cut you off sharply.

“No, it is not okay.” He said sternly. “I should have known better. I had never trusted Rhysand, but decided to take his word for it anyways. I was living in the human lands minding my own business while you were being tortured by that scumbag. And I will carry that guilt with me for the rest of my life. I failed you, (Y/N). And I am deeply sorry.”

You smiled sadly. “Listen to me. You did not lock me up. You did not deceive people. You did not have anything to do with what happened to me. That was Rhys and Feyre. They failed me, not you. And I made it out, that’s all that matters. You risked your life going back to Tamlin and raising the armies for me. If you really wish to seek penance for your guilt, consider that your debt paid.”

Lucien sighed, shaking his head. “I just can’t believe they put you through that.”

“I can.” You snorted, leading him over to the soft couch by the marble railing, overlooking the vast forest below.

“With Rhys, yes I agree.” Lucien said as he settled down next to you. “But Feyre… the girl I knew who went under the mountain would not have ripped open a court of innocent people for petty reasons. Before Rhys took her away, she gave her own jewels to a poor citizen who did not have enough money to pay the Tithe. It seemed that every time she went away to the Night Court with him, pieces of her slowly chipped away and were replaced with new ones that Rhys created. She was so young, so vulnerable, and now she’s completely under his spell. The fact she could let any of this happen to you disgusts me, and I am ashamed that she manipulated me into believing she was a better friend to me than I ever was to her.”

The autumn breeze soothed your warm face, the fresh air clearing your foggy mind as you drank in the beauty of the view. Lucien was right – the Feyre you had heard about in the stories of Under the Mountain was not the Feyre you had met. As much as you resented her, you couldn’t help but spare her a shred of pity. “She chose her path,” You said steadily. “Just as I have chosen mine.”

Lucien fiddled with the rings on his fingers, playfully elbowing your ribs. “Your path as High Lady and my awful brother’s wife, you mean.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him back. “He’s not so bad.”

Lucien laughed sharply, a beautiful sound you had missed dearly. “Ok, sure. Come talk to me in a few centuries when you’ve had enough of his bullshit and are debating throwing him off a cliff.”

“Eris seems so enamoured with me, I’m sure all I’d have to do would be to tell him to go fling himself off the cliff and he’d happily do so without question.”

“Unfortunately, I think you’re right.”

The two of you chuckled, just like old times. You adjusted Eris’s cloak, wrapping it tighter around your body. His scent filled your nostrils, filling you with content. “Lucien,” You said hesitantly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” The male replied with confidence.

You took a breath before speaking. “Eris is my mate. He has been extremely good to me throughout all this, but you’ve known him and this court almost your whole life. What am I truly getting into by marrying him?”

Lucien was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his answer. Regardless, you knew nothing he could say would change your mind. You wanted to marry Eris, and you knew he would look out for you. But marriage and the workings of Autumn? it was still unknown territory for you.

“Eris has always been a puzzle,” Lucien said slowly. “For as a long as I can remember, he’s been difficult to figure out. Everything he does is for a reason, and sometimes I can never figure it out. He switches personalities so fast it makes my head spin, and I could never tell what kind of male he truly was because of it. He was an excellent brother when Beron was not around, but the second he entered the room Eris became a different person.

“But it’s different with you. He’s different around you and Nesta, like he’s beginning to thaw. I think it will take a while for him to get used to not having to pretend to be Beron’s prodigy. But with time, he will soften up. Eris knows what he wants and will do anything to get it. He will protect you with unyielding loyalty, even if at times he may seem aloof. There will be times where you grow frustrated with him, and he may shut you out. But from what I’ve seen, I have no doubt that the three of you will be able to work things out. As for this court, give it time. The people can be frosty. Do not show weakness, for they will devour every ounce of exposed flesh like starved vultures. With the right leadership, I do believe it can change. But be patient, and unyielding.”

You mulled over Lucien’s words. He was right – it would be ridiculous to think everything would be smooth sailing from here. Being mates did not mean any complications in your dynamic would be immediately soothed over. It would take a long time for you to recover from and process everything that happened since you were sent to the House of Wind. Just as it would take a long time for Nesta to be comfortable with bathtubs and crackling fire. There would be challenges and disagreements, but at your core you knew it was nothing the three of you couldn’t manage.

“And how do you feel about us all together?” You asked. “Me, Nesta, and Eris, I mean.”

Lucien shrugged. “I see no issue with it. As long as the three of you are happy, that’s all that matters.”

“I wish the rest of this court felt that way.” You sighed. “They didn’t react well.”

He barked out a laugh. “No, I can’t imagine they did.”

You tilted your head back, letting the sun warm your face as you sighed. “So, when did you manage to sneak in here? I assume your banishment is lifted.”

“Yes, it is. Eris brought me here yesterday. I spent the day with my mother. Thank you, by the way, for what you did for her.”

Your heart swelled with happiness. You knew how much Lirilla loved Lucien, how much it pained your friend to be away from his mother for so long. She had a soft spot for him, as he was the least cruel out of all her sons. Every day you thanked the Mother that Lucien had not turned out like Beron.

In the distance, three dragons circled the air, sunning their wings in the rays of sunshine. Their gentle cries rumbled throughout the air like a song carried by the breeze. You snuck a glance at Lucien, whose eyes were fixed on the beasts circling the mountains in the distance. “Eris really did it.” He mumbled as Athariel spun upwards and around Zorzimril.

You whipped your head around. “You KNEW he had dragons?”

Lucien was awestruck as he continued observing the creatures. “Technically, yes. But I never believed him. When I was younger, Eris showed me 3 unusual rocks, claiming that they were dragon eggs. We played with them for hours, and I helped him build a nest to keep them warm. He swore me to secrecy, saying it was our own little game. He told me one day the eggs would hatch, and would grow into three big dragons. Then he, myself, and my mother could each climb on one and fly away from everything.” Lucien’s voice grew sombre, his eye darkening as he continued. “Then one day we found the rocks broken, and Eris told me the dragons had flown away after hatching. I was devastated, I had wanted to see one so badly. But he said they were gone, and I was to never breathe a word about them to anyone. I guess the slippery prick found them and raised them in secret on his own.”

“How did Eris keep dragons a secret from everyone?”

“Keeping secrets is one of his many talents. As I am sure you know very well since he hid the fact he knew that he was your mate.”

You snorted at the jibe, rolling your eyes. “Wow, so you really know everything then, don’t you?”

Lucien laughed, stretching his arms and resting his hands behind his head. The image reminded you of a cat sunning itself in the window. “Unfortunately, yes.” He said. “Eris and my mother filled me in. Among other things.”

You frowned. “Among other things? What does that mean?”

Lucien’s expression was grave, and he turned to face you. His golden eye gleamed in the sunlight but was equally intense as his regular eye as he stared you down. “Promise me that what I’m about to say, you keep to yourself, Eris, my mother, and Nesta.” He said seriously.

Confused, you nodded. Lucien took a deep breath before continuing. “Beron was not my father, apparently.”

You blinked in surprise, but bit your tongue. Lucien had always looked slightly different than his brothers, but you had never really thought twice about it. “My mother had an affair with Helion of the Day Court,” Lucien admitted, his voice hollow as if he didn’t even believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. “I’m his son, not Beron’s.”

Your jaw was slack. “Wow…” You muttered. “Does Helion know?”

Lucien shook his head. “No. But my mother has always been in love with him. It will take her a while to adjust to a reality without Beron hovering over her shoulder, to allow herself to love him openly. If that is what she desires, of course.”

“And what about you?” You asked your friend. “What do you want from all this? I mean… how does it feel?”

Lucien’s expression was distant, as if his mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t hard to tell by the way his jaw tensed that he was thinking of his childhood with his father, remembering every cruel word and ruthless fist he endured. How maybe if things had been different, he could have been spared Beron’s suffering and been raised by Helion – a father who did not delight in torturing his sons. Lucien had a rough life, one that did not seem to be getting any easier. From being banished from Autumn Court to living in a state of uneasy limbo with his mate who seemingly wanted nothing to do with him, Lucien’s life was never truly stable. He was always bouncing from one place to another, never truly fitting in.

You hoped that with his banishment lifted, Lucien would choose to come back to Autumn. After months of being separated from your best friend, you wanted nothing more than to have him back by your side.

“I’m not quite sure,” Lucien finally answered. “On the one hand, I am glad I am not actually Beron’s son. But Helion being my father changes very little. I was raised by Beron, and for better or for worse I am the way I am because I was a part of his family. In my blood, I am Autumn Court and always will be.”

“But Helion has no other children,” You pointed out carefully. “Which technically makes you the heir to the Day Court, whether you like it or not.”

He shook his head. “It is a power and title I do not want. I’ve never desired to be a Lord of anything, especially not one of an entire court.”

You smiled softly, leaning your head into his shoulder and sighing contently. “I know. That’s why you’re such a good male.”

Lucien wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you closer to him. “I will let my mother choose what to do about Helion.” He continued. “She may well want to forget the whole thing and leave the past behind. If that is her wish, I am content to go along with it. If she wants to rekindle a relationship with him, then she may tell him that I am his son, and we would go from there. Besides, not all of us are High Lord power hungry like you.”

You laughed, squeezing your eyes shut. “You’re going to make fun of me for becoming High Lady of your court for as long as we live, aren’t you?”

“Of course.” Lucien purred. “Someone has to keep you humble so that power doesn’t get to that pretty head of yours.”

“Careful,” You teased, grinning. “Or I’ll force you to scribe notes during all the council meetings for a decade.”

“Never mind, reinstate my banishment and bounty, please. I’d prefer that over being your note boy for your and your mates’ stuffy meetings.”

Your laughter echoed across the wind, just as Zorzimril let out a playful screech in the distance. For a few minutes, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, until your curiosity got the better of you, and you asked, “So… speaking of mates, has anything happened with Elain?”

The male sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand. You felt a muscle in his neck twitch at the mention of her name, an instinctual reaction like the mere mention of her rang a bell inside him. “No,” He said stiffly. “And frankly, at this point I wish that she would just sever the bond if she wanted nothing to do with me. It’s agonising. And Feyre and Rhys keep her cloistered away, knowing it would be too hard for me to try and visit her after everything that’s happened. I want Elain to be happy, even if it’s not with me, but I truly don’t think she would be happy in the Night Court. I just… I just want her out of there. To give her a chance to choose her own life.”

“From what I’ve seen, she seems content to let her sister choose her life for her.” You kept your words delicate, not wanting to offend Lucien. As much as he was your friend, he was still a mated male – and now you understood that protectiveness he likely felt.

“I think the Archeron sisters need to be apart from each other.” Lucien said, stiffening but not snarling at your comment. “They’ve all been through a lot, and none of us will ever truly understand the history they have because we did not live it. Nesta needs this freedom here in Autumn to build a life for herself after everything was taken away from her. Feyre, for all her faults, needed to be loved in a way that was different from how her sisters loved her, and now she seems to have that. Elain… Elain has been coddled by both of them, from what I’ve heard. She needs to stand on her own two feet and figure out what she wants and how she can navigate this new life by herself.”

You picked at one of the threads of the cushion. “And you want to help Elain do that? Even if it means she severs the bond?”

He nodded. “Yes. I will not lie and say I would not be upset if she chose to do so, but she deserves the choice. We all do. Besides, isn’t Nesta planning on severing her bond with Cassian?”

“We don’t think there’s even a bond.” You admitted, stomach fluttering with nerves at the mention of Cassian’s name. The three of you still hadn’t figured out how you’d deal with that. “It’s a touchy subject. But we know he isn’t her mate.”

Lucien’s brows furrowed. “But Rhys said Cassian was her mate.”

“And you’re going to suddenly start taking his word now?”

“Point taken.” He corrected himself.

“Something about the whole situation is just weird.” You muttered. “Maybe a link between them is some kind of punishment from the Cauldron. Azriel is investigating it secretly.”

Your friend raised an eyebrow. “He’s still in the Night Court? After everything he did to go against Rhys?”

“Yup. I think Rhys knows he’s too valuable to lose at the end of the day, which is why his head isn’t on the chopping block. Azriel is good at playing both sides I guess.”

That comfortable silence fell over you for another few minutes as you happily existed in each other’s company. You huddled into Lucien’s warmth, begrudgingly knowing Eris was right and this had been worth getting violently dragged out of bed.

Later, you would think of ways to thank him.

An idea formed in your head as you thought of your mate. You propped yourself up, turning to face your friend. “Lucien?” You asked hesitantly.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Sure.”

You took a deep breath, wringing your hands together before blurting out, “Would you walk me down the aisle at the wedding?”

Lucien blinked in surprise, and then a grin spread across his face. “Really?”

You smiled. “Yes. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have giving me away.”

“Giving you away? I thought you wanted to smash all archaic male-oriented traditions in this court.”

“Don’t be an ass.” You smacked his arm playfully. “I do. But… I won’t have any of my family at the wedding like I always imagined as a child, and you’re the next closest thing. I just want you by my side, that’s all.”

Lucien reached forward, wrapping his big arms around you in an embrace. “Of course I will.” He muttered, squeezing you tight. “Thank you for allowing me the honour.”

The dragons screeched happily in the distance, reflecting the content you felt in your chest. So you inhaled your friend’s familiar scent mixed with the fresh autumn air. Everything you had done to get to this point was all worth it.

*********************

You all but skipped down the hallway towards Eris’s office in the private library. After hours of talking, Lucien had left to go on a ride through the forest with Lirilla. You had briefly bathed and changed, freshening up to remove the lingering mustiness from your body after the sleepover and alcohol.

You felt ten times lighter as you swung open the door with a force so strong the expensive knob bounded off the wall. Eris’s head snapped up from where he sat in a plush armchair, a mountain of papers in his hand. He was dressed in a billowy white shirt, the laces at the neckline undone and ever-so-slightly pushed open, revealing part of his toned chest. Red hair was tied back loosely behind his neck, and he raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the fire?” He asked dryly.

You simply bounded across the room in three steps and flung yourself into Eris’s arms, crawling into his lap and pressing your lips against his. His eyebrows shot up and he let out a muffled noise of surprise, but brought his hands up to your hips and pulled you closer. He tasted like cinnamon and coffee, melting in your mouth as you kissed him fiercely.

Your skin tingled at the sensation of his hands on your hips as they slowly crept downwards, giving your backside a firm squeeze. The mating bond was practically purring in your chest at the contact, urging you to give into your desires. But you reigned yourself in, finally pulling your lips away from Eris’s after your lungs begged for air.

The High Lord smirked up at you, face flushed from your kiss. “I take it you liked your surprise?” His hands stayed on your backside, gently gliding up your hips then back down.

You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. “You’re amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He chuckled, letting his lips drag over the shell of your ear as he spoke. “You’re very welcome, my dear.”

You pulled away, tangling your hands in Eris’s hair, tugging on the end of the locks right by his scalp. The High Lord tilted his chin back and let out a breath, eyelids fluttering as he grinned. You leaned down and pressed your lips to the column of his newly exposed throat. Underneath you, Eris shuddered as you grazed your teeth up his warm, pale skin before pressing a kiss just below his jaw. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, little fox?” He asked, but his voice was strained, hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Thanking you.” You purred, moving your head to the other side of his neck and repeating your actions.

Eris swallowed thickly, but chuckled. “Oh, sweet thing. Thanking me properly will have to wait until after the wedding.”

You leaned back, sitting up and frowning with confusion. Your mate’s subtle rejection stung slightly. “Seriously? I didn’t peg you for the wait until after marriage type.”

“I’m not,” He corrected, sliding his hands up from your hips and onto your lower back, pulling you closer to him once again. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to take you against this very desk and bury myself between your thighs until time loses all meaning. But I have plans for how I want to fuck you, the both of you. And it involves waiting a little longer. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, but stuck out your bottom lip ever so slightly. Eris smacked your rear sternly. “Don’t pout,” He scolded. “Brats don’t get nice things. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“When I feel like it.” You shrugged playfully. Eris’s grin widened like a cat that had just eaten the canary.

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you.” His voice was a slick purr, heating up your skin as if his very own fire was running through your veins. Eris pressed a kiss to your cheek, then tapped your hip. “Now, I hate to brush you off like this, but as you can see I have a mountain of paperwork to get through before the wedding to make sure everything is in order. Nesta needs your help in the main hall, she’s all alone with those wedding planners and threatened to shave my head if I don’t send you to her the second you’re done with Lucien.”

You crawled off his lap, rolling your eyes playfully. “Aw, poor High Lord has paperwork.” You said mockingly. “You poor pampered thing.”

Eris shot you a glare. “Careful, little fox. Soon enough you’ll have your own mountain of paperwork as High Lady. That is, if you actually want to help me run this court. Unless you’d rather be like little Archeron over in the Night Court and be just a pretty face.”

You crossed your arms defiantly, knowing he was right. “Fine.” You turned on your heel to exit the study, cringing slightly as you noticed the chip in the wall from where you flung the door open.

“Little fox?” Eris called out.

You turned to face him at the door frame. “Yes?”

Eris’s smirk was devilish as he said coolly, “Do not seek out Nesta to satisfy your desires. She and I have already discussed the matter and are on the same page, so she will say the same thing I have told you, that you have to wait until after the wedding. And don’t you dare try to satisfy your urges on your own. If you do, I will know.”

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𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒐, 𝒊𝒊.

i. ii. iii.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron OC

Synopsis: Caught up in a world of hollow grief for her people, her life, and her father, Blair Archeron is forced into a life under the light she wants no part of after ghosting through immortality since being Made. But what she finds, is not what she expects.

Warnings: should have added this in the last one but talking/thinking about loss of pregnancy, being controlled + used, angst, lots of description but Blair gets her lick back a bit 😛 this is also a bit of a slow burn

Word Count: 2.8k

taryn thinks: so this is gonna be a series and im just kinda holding its hand and letting it guide me rn, i have no planned ending at all or any idea where this is going. bear with me pookies and remember how attracted Feyre was to Rhys without knowing he was her mate please and thank you 🙏🏼

“Eris,” Rhysand’s voice boomed in that firm High Lord tone he only ever used outside of the River House— Blair had only ever heard it once and not ever directed at her. It was that same day and argument Nesta had told Feyre about the threat to her life, to the babe’s life in her womb, when Rhys’ power had exploded and grew so loud and angry Blair had covered her ears and closed her eyes.

Eris. The name rung in her head as her brother-in-law spoke it and her mouth moved before she could think as she tested it silently on her own tongue. Eris.

The second eldest Archeron still hadn’t brought herself to tear her gaze from the male—Eris—before her, taking in every inch of his face. Every muscle ticking in his jaw. Eris’s eyes followed her mouth as she traced his name with her lips and then he finally looked away. As if he couldn’t handle looking another minute.

“This is Feyre’s second oldest sister, Blair.” Rhys continued, and something like panic lit his every word. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

But it was almost muffled— the sound of his voice, the music and chatter behind them. Blair’s hands still neatly folded in front of her as she stood there, like there was nothing else in that marble room but her and Eris.

“Divine.” The red haired male murmured and by the way Rhys’ brows shot up just slightly, Blair figured the male wasn’t ever one for so little words.

The sound of his voice washed through her, the heat of her skin only intensifying as it echoed through her ears. She could hear her blood thrumming through her with it, like just this nearness had her body boiling. A sense she couldn’t describe pulling to him.

“Likewise.” The word was out before she could control it, like her inhibitions overtook all.

What is it that you feel, bright one? A cold, unnatural, and otherworldly voice spoke in her head. The same as always when the smoke cleared. Feminine, if Blair could tell— speaking to her as she was sucked back out of her body and it swallowed whatever words were working up her throat. Pulled right back into that unintentional irreverence. You do feel it, I can tell. Pushing me back, for this? For him— for what lurks under?

“I’m sorry for my tardiness,” Blair said, voice vacant. It was some part of their plan, but Blair had been instructed to follow along. Some quiet tucked away part of her, far in the forest of her mind, began to piece information together.

Things she’d learned simply by sitting and listening, and nobody cared about talking in front of the mute immortal who would sooner die than participate in politics or anything relating to the fae realm.

At least that’s what she thought of herself, nobody would say it. Even if that’s what she knew they were thinking. Even if it wasn’t entirely true.

Blair listened, mindlessly and absently, but what else was she to do when she sat in the quiet of her own mind day after day under something else’s control?

She tilled the soil of her mind, planting and working and tending as she sat and listened. Took in every piece of information that seemed so little to whatever she had become after, tucking it away and into her pocket.

But she never participated, couldn’t seem to ever make her mouth move. Could only sit and look out the window as everyone moved around her.

“Nonsense, sister.” Feyre smiled lovingly, the image of a shining star with the way her barely there gown accentuated her growing belly. “You’ve come just in time.”

As if on cue, a soft melodic music that sounded like the forest’s calm embrace started playing. Forest’s that Feyre and her had frequented in the summers when the younger of them was just hitting maturity, welcoming and lovely. Soft and slow, serene. A moment of peace in a world of pain and anger.

Blair took another breath and turned her head to the dance floor, it was her again this time as she spoke so softly it was almost unheard, “I love this type of music.”

“You’d like to know, Eris, that Blair is of the same talent our dear sister Nesta possesses. One that you seem so keen on having her hand in marriage because of.” Feyre says, but Blair’s eyes remain glued to the floor of people dancing so slowly. Seamless in their waltzing, her body almost began moving by itself— fighting every muscle in her to stay present in conversation as she slowed back into her body.

A rage filling some now faraway part of her, screaming and clawing and fighting to push her back again.

But this moment, this day, had been the most lucid she had felt in over a year— like she was waking up and blinking the fog away. Blair could hear clearly, and think, she could see from her own eyes, she was herself then. She was her own.

The reveal of another Archeron sister was not something that Eris had anticipated for. Certainly not something he’d prepared for, he had never let himself become so raw in front of anyone, let alone those of the Night Court.

One look at her… one gaze into those amber flecked eyes and his entire mask had shattered. For a minute too long he had just… stared at her.

Blair. The name danced around in his head, he could see it scripted on pages with a light hand. Those delicate fingers dragging the quill into a mess of curls and lines, her beautiful name printed in his mind. Blair.

“I’m almost certain at this point only beauty comes of your family, if Nesta was that graceful on the floor I can only imagine any of her sisters being equally as talented.” He said without another second, gaze now fixed wholly on the High Lady of the Night Court despite the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“Nesta continues to be… occupied.” Feyre added, almost ignoring any of his ploying compliments and Eris didn’t miss the whites of Rhysand’s knuckles showing as he clutched the arms of his throne.

And it was true, the Illyrian brute that had swept away his hopeful bride had passed her to the aggravating shadowsinger. Eris would not get her back again, not tonight.

“Perhaps my sister Blair would like to join you in a dance or two?” Feyre said next, the question directed for the female next to him.

Something in his chest felt like it would cave in and Eris thought he could have been floating just being next to her. The soft brown of her hair that went almost to her waist, even with it half up in a mound on the back of her head.

Accentuating those beautiful features under the light, lips pronounced and eyes that guttered all the need for dominance from his soul. His mind screamed: Kneel, kneel before your queen and beg to touch her. To smell and taste and feel, to know.

“Blair?” Feyre’s voice rang through his ears again and Blair had seemed like she was so enamored by the music, by the need to be with it, she hadn’t heard the question her sister asked. Then her head turned back to the thrones on the dais.

“I’m sorry,” She said quickly, furrowing her brow slightly as she tuned back in. “—what was it?”

“Perhaps you would like to join Eris for a dance?” Feyre clarified again and she looked from her sister to him, nearly next to Eris and stared for a moment.

“It’d be my honor to dance with the son of a High Lord.” She said, a small smile blooming on her lips.

By the confusion that seemed to broadcast on the High Lord and Lady’s face, Eris figured that Blair Archeron had secrets of her own. That just maybe, like him, she was undermined and looked over in aspects she shouldn’t be.

Eris stepped closer and offered his arm almost mindlessly, eyes tracing every curve of this smart and quick creature’s face. And Blair took it as that song faded out and the crowd prepared for the next one, the cold of her fingers seeped through the fabric of his tunic sleeve. Icy and bitter despite the warmth that flourished on her cheeks, and she let Eris guide her to the floor.

Blair could breathe. She could feel the race of her pulse, however immortal, she could feel the air on her skin and the warmth beneath Eris’s sleeve as she touched him. It felt like her body was on fire— awake.

Eris Vanserra— High Lord of the Autumn Courts eldest son, she had remembered. It had been like a splash of warm water, it had felt good. Different.

Rhys and Feyre’s ramblings about him, about their trades and need to stand against his father. Their effort to sway him should war find Prythian again, Azriel’s updates as she sat in the living room. Absent.

But that fog had cleared, and here she was. Preparing to dance with him. And everything came back screaming.

It was quiet as they prepared for the song to begin, Nesta and Azriel on the other end of the marble floor.

And then the music began and Eris’s arm wrapped around Blair until his hand laid on the small of her back, fingers of one hand each entwined as they stared into each others eyes.

It wasn’t that Blair couldn’t think or feel it, but her body moved absently off of memory alone as the dance began. Graceful and smooth, gliding as Eris guided her through the movements.

Spinning and twirling and whirling, she could only look at him as they moved. They did not speak, just danced and eyed each other.

Something charged went through the air between them, the close proximity of their bodies, and Blair wanted to know it as equally as Eris. Wanted to welcome it.

He smelled of spruce and warm honey, mahogany and citrus, flames and burning coals. Blair swallowed it down, drank it in and almost closed her eyes from how strong it was.

The pads of his fingers were rough, felt scarred as they held the small of her back and her own soft fingers. The freckles on his skin were similar to hers but brighter, a hue of ginger rather than her umber shaded spots.

And where he touched, across her waist and now one of her hips, burned.

The feeling like a fire, warm and welcoming and home, spilling into her veins like hot oil. And then Eris was dipping her, their faces a mere inch apart and Blair’s lips parted in a breathy gasp.

His eyes watching those perfect lips, trained on them as they stood like that. Dipped over and under one another, Blair’s leg hooked over his hip like she would fall.

But something in those pointed eyes, cunning and lethal, told her he would never let her go.

“Where have they kept you?” Eris asked finally, and brought her back up to a stand as they began again.

“A female is nothing to be kept.” Blair responded as easily as their dancing continued. Reminding herself of the proper terms fae used. “I have heard of how backwards Autumn can be, though. Perhaps that is your way of thinking?”

“You were not there for the war.” It was not the statement he made it, a rephrase of his first question. And he did not scold her for the jab she shouldn’t have made, supposed to be swaying and wooing but instead bit at him like a ravenous dog. “Nobody talked of a fourth sister.”

“I hadn’t realized I owed my life to the Court’s of Prythian or it’s people.” His hands left her body and trailed to the tips of her fingers as she spun out and when she returned his hold was firmer but he smiled, wicked and beautiful. “What?”

That look in his eyes, she couldn’t place it. And her voice held more venom than she intended, despite how soft and sweet it may have sounded aloud.

“You intrigue me, Blair Archeron.” He said and pushed her out again, her dress spinning out at the bottom as she twirled and came back to him. Pressed against his chest, one hand on the back of his neck and he might have shivered. “Trust the most beautiful of your sisters to be the smartest.”

“We’ve shared mere words, what are you basing my intelligence off of?”

“A feeling.”

“A feeling?” She repeated. He nodded and then she was keenly aware of where his hands were, trailing to the base of her own neck— close enough to be courting. More than that.

“Tell me,” Eris started, beginning a box step procedural that she followed. “—have they tucked you away out of fear of what you could become, or fear of what they could lose?”

“Who’s to say I’m not the one who chooses to stay away?” Eris’s eyes glittered with a need to know, like he wanted into her mind to see all of that intrinsic astuteness shrouded by firs and spruce. “Who’s to say I wanted to be a part of this life at all?”

“I offered to give them armies in exchange for your sisters hand and they bring you in.” He states as the song comes to an end and another starts. A rapid tempo, fast and harsh. Mostly string instruments, dramatic. “Why?”

“I was late,” Blair corrects, one hand holding the back of his neck as the other is gripped in his. Larger, muscled, and firmer than Blair’s delicate, soft, and teasing hand. “—you must be a terrible listener.”

Amusement lit Eris’s eyes as he held an arm around her waist, fingers brushing her ribs.

“Did they keep you away because of your mouth, then?” He crooned, their bodies moving seamlessly to the upbeat music. Stepping and spinning all at once, matched with the other pairs of dancers on the floor.

“What of my mouth?”

“What of it, indeed.” He smiled, eyes flicking to the rich ridges of her garnet colored lips. Blair’s cheeks heated and for the first time her eyes flicked away from his face. Anywhere but him as they landed on Azriel and she almost breathed in relief when she found that his eyes were already on hers.

A silent question in them and Blair blinked softly in response.

“Would you believe me if I said the second I saw you, I forgot about Nesta completely?” Eris whispered into her ear, lips brushing against the hair that curled there. So close she could feel the heat of his breath, like a flame licking her skin.

She cursed the part of her that wanted to feel that heat in other places and shoved it down. She looked back to Eris, noses nearly touching with the proximity this dance required.

“And what if I am already spoken for?”

Questions, so many questions with him. And Blair just fed them back as if the answers were in the questions themselves, a proper response unneeded.

“Are you?” His brows raised.

“No.”

It was simple, nothing further needed and she didn’t understand why she cared to tell a male she had met mere minutes ago that she was available. The first other than Rhys, Lucien, Azriel, Cassian and the blonde male she had set her eyes on since coming here. Since being forced here.

“They must do it to you all then.” Eris said, smile fading into a tighter one as he saw that look in Blair’s eyes. “Dwindle your flame, drown it out, waste you.”

“My sister and her mate have been gracious to me in my… adjustment. I have nothing to complain about, and certainly nothing to waste.”

Eris shook his head so barely as they spun Blair almost didn’t catch it, disbelief in every beautiful crook of his utterly handsome face.

“All of you is wasted, my dear Blair. They are blind if they cannot see what lives inside of you, your fire, whatever that power is and whatever you are now.”

Perhaps it was because Blair didn’t even know what was inside of her, why her chest warmed on its own for the first time in over a year just now, but she didn’t say another word.

When the music ended, she bowed before Eris as any graceful courtier would— a dismissal on her part before she stepped back and allowed for him to bow in return.

But he did not, and only stared at her as if he couldn’t—wouldn’t—bring himself to say goodbye. We are not done playing, Blair Archeron, was what his eyes added as Azriel swept her from the floor and the room all together.

His eyes followed her the whole way and that cold returned as soon as she left his line of sight.

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