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autumnshighlady · 13 hours
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nearly broke my neck today and now i may have a concussion so writing is on pause for a few days :(
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All I Gave You Is Gone (ACOTAR x The Silmarillion AU) - Chapter 1
RHYSAND'S SISTER X MAEDHROS
summary: The story begins with High Lord Rhysand’s sister, Ravenna, moments before her death. Before the sword is swung across her neck, she pleads to the Mother to rescue her, to intervene and get her out. Ravenna’s prayers are answered, and she wakes up in a strange land across the stars, far away from her home – Arda.
warnings: graphic violence
word count: 3.6k
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a/n: this AU is so niche that most people probably don't know what the Silmarillion is - fear not! I will be writing it in a way that you won't need to know anything about lotr or the silm to understand it, as everything will be explained. I'm super excited for this series and I hope you guys grow to enjoy it. Any support is appreciated! Huge shoutout to the Anon that inspired this!
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Screams rang through the shrieking wind, rattling Ravenna’s eardrums as a coppery tang filled her mouth. It was almost impossible to see anything amidst the smoke and rain, not that she wanted to be cursed with witnessing the horrifying scene. No, part of Ravenna was glad for the masking of the carnage.
The scent of blood choked her senses, closing up her throat and making her eyes burn. Her head throbbed from the impact of its collision on the nearby rock, stomach stinging in pain from the arrow laced with faebane that was lodged in her flesh. Through blurry vision, Ravenna lifted her head, groaning as every ounce of her body protested. Up above, the few fully trained Illyrian soldiers that were stationed at the war camp were falling from the sky, their lifeless bodies brutalised upon meeting the rocky ground. Hybern soldiers swarmed them like ants, their laughter echoing above the sounds of slaughter.
Tears pricked at Ravenna’s eyes as she inhaled deeply, immobilised by her wounds and the faebane arrow in her stomach that stifled her magic. She hadn’t even wanted to come here today to the Illyrian war camp with her mother, Nienna. They had fought over it – Ravenna had even offered to go to the Hewn City with her brother, Rhysand, then accompany her mother to Illyria. She hated it there. Everything from the leering males and the icy chill, to the sight of downtrodden females with their heads low and their wings clipped. Despite being half-Illyrian, Ravenna never felt any desire to spend time there.
Her black hair stuck to her face, clinging to her skin as the rain poured down. She lifted her wings, trying to flap them enough to get her body off the ground, but it was no use. They were dead weight on her back, too exhausted from the effects of the faebane to help her. Panic began to settle in as Ravenna realised she could not make her wings disappear with the poison in her veins. Her wings were a target now, a weak spot. Unable to defend herself, she was now a sitting duck.
As she laid there half-conscious, the screams eventually stopped, her blood turning to ice at the eerie silence from Illyrians in the war camp. Ravenna let out a sob. As Hybern soldier’s footsteps echoed on the hard ground, growing closer to where she was laying beside the rocks, she knew she was going to die.
“Hey! There’s one over here!” A gruff male voice called, followed by the sound of cheering. 
No. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real.
Pathetically, Ravenna tried to drag herself away, fingernails breaking and scraping against the hard rock, efforts in vain. Panic rose in her chest as the sound of the soldier’s leering grew closer, closing in on her like a pack of wolves.
Thanks to the arrow, she had no magic to defend herself. Her asshole father, Ronan, the High Lord of the Night Court, had never even let her train to defend herself. She knew a couple moves from her sparring with Cassian and Azriel, but they were useless in this situation. Ravenna could hear Azriel’s voice in her head, pleading for her to get up and take a stand. But she couldn’t. Every muscle in her body was lifeless, her head spinning and aching with pain.
“Pretty little princess, all on her own...” One of the soldiers sneered, twirling his sword in his hands as he came to stand above her. She could practically smell his rotten breath amidst the blood covering his body that was not his own. 
Ravenna tried to lift her head, but a dirty boot quickly connected with it with such force her neck snapped backwards, body jolting painfully. Fresh blood began to pour from the gaping wound on her forehead, and she cursed under her breath. Snide laughter sounded from above her, echoing in all directions as the world spun. “Nobody can help you now, princess.” One of the other soldiers said. “Not your half-breed brother, not your spy boyfriend. Certainly not your mommy.”
Ignoring the screaming pain, Ravenna opened her violet eyes and looked upwards at the soldier. Her gaze met his blood-stained face, then travelled down to his hands, eyes settling on what was grasped within them.
In his left hand was a familiar set of wings, tarnished with mud and dirt. Blood pooled onto the ground beneath them like a river. Bile rose in Ravenna’s throat as her gaze landed on his right hand.
And she screamed, raw and painfully.
In the soldier’s right hand was a severed head with long, dark locks identical to her own. Purple eyes were wide, face twisted in a frozen picture of agony, a female mid-scream. Bruises and scrapes were littered across the face, but it was unmistakable nonetheless.
It was Nienna. Her mother. The beautiful seamstress who had held Ravenna in her arms for countless nights, who taught her everything she knew. The female who kept her chin high, even as males sneered at her for her lowborn status. Dead. Dead before Ravenna’s very eyes.
Screams continued to rip through Ravenna, cursing the Hybern soldiers with promises of slow and agonising death. She didn’t care that she, too, was about to meet the same fate as her mother. As soldiers grabbed her arms and hauled her upright to her knees, she thrashed and fought like a wildcat. More hands grabbed her, steadying her slightly as she spat at them, tears streaming down her face. 
“Hold her steady!” One of the soldiers snapped before bending down to sneer in her face. “It’s your turn, half-breed bitch. But first we gotta take care of those wings. Can’t have you flying away now, can we?”
“If you cut off my wings, I will flay you.” She spat in his face, screeching as one of the soldiers reached down and ripped the arrow out of her stomach, shredding the flesh as blood began pouring out of her faster.
The soldier snickered, his dark eyes brimming with hate as his twisted face stood mere inches from her own. “We won’t do that quite yet, that takes away half the fun. Your bitch mother bled to death when we ripped her wings from her body, so we didn’t get to enjoy her. We won’t make that same mistake with you.”
Ravenna howled furiously, sinking her canines into the nearby arm of a soldier as hard as she could. A whip cracked across her back in response, cleaving flesh from bone in one stroke as it shredded the material of her black dress. She bit down harder on the arm as pain blinded her, the blood of the soldier making her gag and eventually release him. At least her scream had been muffled.
Before she could curse them out again, she felt it. The presence of a cold, small blade against her wing. Right in the very spot she had seen scars on every female in the Illyrian camps.
No. No no no no.
She hadn’t even realised she was screaming the words out loud, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she begged and pleaded pathetically. Flying was her favourite thing to do. She would spend hours soaring through the skies, feeling the wind on her wings as she shot through the air like a shooting star. Sometimes she had flown hand in hand with Azriel above Velaris before their relationship had soured in the last few months, admiring the dazzling view of the city below. Flying was her peace.
Ravenna had accepted that she would die at the hands of the soldiers. But to die with her wings clipped would break something inside of her.
“Rhys!” She began screaming out her brother’s name mindlessly, despite the fact he was miles away and likely clueless as to what was going on in the war camp. “Rhys! Rhys!” She screamed over and over, praying that somehow he would show up out of nowhere and save her. 
Her pleading only spurred the soldiers on more, and then that blade made an incision in the wing’s tendon near her back, the one that her wings relied on to carry her body. She barely even felt the physical pain from the slice as she screamed furiously, not just for herself, but for every female who had gone through this.
For decades, she had argued with her father over the practice of wing clipping. Gone head to head with the High Lord over it. Rhys would often have to step in, talking his father down from clipping his daughter’s own wings as punishment for slaughtering every male she could find who kept the practice going. Ravenna never cared how angry Ronan got with her over it, for she had no shame in taking it upon herself to try and end wing clipping. No matter how much he threatened her, yelled at her, she didn’t care. For she knew that she was untouchable – the people of Velaris loved her too much for the High Lord to get away with locking up or punishing his own daughter.
And now here she was, bleeding from that one tendon in her wings, rendered unable to fly for the rest of her life.
The soldiers whopped and cheered, spurred on by her tears as Ravenna cried angrily. Her body felt numb – a blessing as the Hybern soldiers began to brutalise her body with their fists, whips, and blades. Her skin was sliced and bruised and spat on, but she barely felt it. All she could feel was the hole inside her chest at the sight of her mother’s wings and head, now discarded on the cold, wet ground like trash. 
Rain mixed with blood, blood mixed with tears, mud and grime becoming her second skin as Ravenna was pummelled into the ground. A barbed whip lashed at her skin, the soldiers having ripped open parts of her dress to expose her soft flesh like meat about to be butchered. The whirling black Illyrian tattoos that marked her body were now hidden behind red blood. They had begun at her left thigh and coming up across her hips and ribs, swirling up to the right side of her body across her back and collarbones then travelling down her arm. Now, they were marred, a ruined art piece at the hands of Hybern.
Please. Ravenna begged the Mother silently, teary gaze lifting up to the darkening sky where a few stars peeked out behind the rain clouds. Please help me. Get me away from here. Please, I will do anything. Just get me out of here.
She could have sword one of the stars brightened in response. Throughout lash after lash, she kept praying silently. Grimy hands groped at her flesh, digging into the fresh wounds and twisting her like a ragdoll. She closed her eyes, feeling the cold blade of a sword line up against the back of her neck, ready to swing down on it and cleave her head from her shoulders.
And then everything went bright, instead of the darkness that Ravenna had expected. White hot fire overtook her body, and then it all faded away.
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The first thing Ravenna felt was the wind on her skin. It was gentler than the harsh wind of Illyria, but still strong. It soothed her body, which felt lifeless. The rocks she was laying on felt different than before, and she realised it was dirt beneath her, not stone. Her throat was dry, mouth caked with blood as she inhaled a deep breath. The air was fresh, not stifled with the scent of the war camp’s death. It filled her lungs blissfully, and it took all her strength to crack open her eyes.
She was met by sunlight, blinding her momentarily before her eyes finally adjusted. From her position on the ground, she could make out soft, windswept grass on either side of a dirt road. She was in a valley, a mountain pass judging by the steep hills nearby and the narrow windingness of the path ahead. 
Ravenna’s mind was still swirling as she fought to figure out where she was. The landscape was unlike anything she had seen before in the Night Court. There was something different here, something that unsettled her bones. It did not feel like Prythian, somehow.
Before she could go through what she knew of the landscape of the various other courts, voices sounded in the distance, along with hoofsteps. Ravenna stiffened, pushing herself up into a sitting position as the sound grew closer. But it did not sound like the rough, sneering voices of Hyberm. No, these voices were different. They were strong, but songlike, lilting up and down in tones unfamiliar to Ravenna. From the winding path emerged a small group of males on horseback. They donned silver armour, long hair flowing in the wind and revealing pointed ears. Ravenna’s brow furrowed. She had not seen fae like this before, but something in her gut told her they were different. Sure, they donned the same ethereal grace to them matched with pointed ears, but there was an unsettling difference between them and the fae males Ravenna had previously encountered. They did not have a predatory feel to them like most fae males, but seemed colder. Calculating.
And nonetheless, terrifying. 
A male with long blonde hair shouted something and charged his horse forward, icy blue eyes fixated on Ravenna as his group followed. She could barely move her aching body, merely slumping in defeat as the horses surrounded her in a perfect circle, a various assortment of blades and arrows pointed at her. On instinct, Ravenna lifted her wings to shoot herself up into the sky away from the males, but with the incision made she could barely lift them off the ground.
Once again, she was defenceless.
A male with black hair and cold, grey eyes barked something at her in that unfamiliar language. Squinting against the bright sun, Ravenna looked up to meet his stare. He and the blonde male were the only ones without helms and armour – the leaders, she presumed. An eight-pointed star marked the centre of their embroidered white tunics, and red capes flowed behind them in the wind.
When she didn’t answer, the black-haired male repeated his question, angrier this time.
“I’m sorry…” She muttered, barely getting the words out due to her dry throat. “I don’t understand…”
This time, it was the blonde male who spoke up. “You speak the common tongue?” He asked, his voice less harsh but still with a lethal edge to it. She nodded.
“Who are you and why are you in the pass of Aglon?” He continued, pressing his blade against her throat. She swallowed – never before had she seen such a beautiful blade, marked with swirling inscriptions and metalwork that would impress the most prestigious blacksmith in the Night Court.
Evenly, she met his blue eyes, which scanned her up and down. Distaste and surprise came across his beautiful features as he seemingly focused on the blood covering her body rather than her wings. Finally, Ravenna realised her dress had all but been torn to shreds, revealing her wounded skin in places she would have preferred to cover up. She curled herself into a ball, hands desperately trying to cover the parts of herself that had been revealed by the rips in her dress. 
But the males did not leer like she had anticipated. Even the dark-haired one who had snapped at her in that foreign language did not seem affected by her skin on display. He was more focused on her wings, which were covered in Illyria’s mud and dirt. Ravenna still trembled with fear in their presence, but at least they seemed better than Hybern thus far.
“The pass of… what?” She asked, even more confused. She had never heard of such a place before. Certainly not in Prythian. Where the hell was she and what happened?
“She’s a spy of the Dark Lord, brother.” The dark-haired male said, a hateful look in his eyes as he drew his bow. “Let us kill her and be done with it.”
“Put that away, Curufin.” The blonde one scolded with authority. “We are in Maitimo’s lands. He will decide what to do with her. Spy or not, she comes with us. He will have our heads if we kill her without his permission.”
Curufin rolled his grey eyes and retracted his bow. “As you wish, Tyelkormo.”
Ravenna’s mind reeled and the sound of the names being given, especially the last one. They were unlike anything she had heard before, leaving her even more confused. Was she dead? Was this some sort of strange afterlife? She shivered – by the way the wind bit at her cold skin, she knew she was very much alive. 
The blond one whose name Ravenna’s brain hadn’t wrapped around took note of her shiver, huffing loudly before muttering something in another tongue to one of his guards. He swung a leg off of his grey horse and slid down onto the ground, walking over to where Ravenna sat in the dirt. Part of her instincts told her to run, to back away from this ethereal, too-perfect looking male. But another part of her was lured in by his beauty, as if some strange spell surrounded him. 
She baulked as he came to stand over her, blue eyes mercilessly staring her down as if she were nothing more than a speck of dirt. The male was enormous, almost a foot taller than Cassian was. Long, silver-blonde hair flowed over his shoulders, two small braids behind each ear trailing down beside his neck. Jewellery adorned his pointed ears, which were similar in shape to her own. Based on his elaborate-looking attire this male was of a decent status wherever they were. 
The blonde male unclasped his cloak, tossing the fabric towards Ravenna. She caught it, the material soft as clouds in her hands as she wrapped it around herself, grateful for the warmth. 
But there was no warmth in the male’s eyes as he barked at her, “Get up.”
Keeping the cloak wrapped around her blood-soaked body, Ravenna pushed herself up. But her legs buckled, sending her tumbling painfully back to the ground. She hissed in pain, pressing her hand into her stomach where the wound from the arrow was. Her fae healing had kicked in enough that it began to slowly heal, but not nearly fast enough.
“Are you incapable of following orders and standing up?” He hissed angrily.
Despite her pain and exhaustion, fire lit in Ravenna’s veins at his attitude. “I’m not exactly in a position to do so without struggle.” She snapped, unfolding the cloak just enough to reveal the large, unmistakable arrow wound in her stomach. 
His blue eyes followed, assessing the wound with impatience. “You’ll live.”
“Unfortunate for you.” She shot back, temper heightened by the ache in her wings.
The male scoffed. “Do you even know who I am?”
“No.”
“I am Lord Celegorm, Prince of the Noldor and third son of Fëanor.” He stuck his chin arrogantly in the air. 
Ravenna took a deep breath to steady herself, slouching and rolling her eyes. “I must have hit my head pretty hard. I have no fucking clue what any of that means.”
Surprise crossed Celegorm’s face, and he exchanged an uneasy look with his brother. Curufin shrugged, muttering something in that strange tongue before turning his grey eyes back towards Ravenna. “And who exactly are you, may I ask?” He said dryly.
“Ravenna,” She said. “Princess of the Night Court. Daughter of Ronan, the High Lord.” She introduced herself in a similar manner to Celegorm, snorting at the confusion that continued to grow on his face.
“What are you talking about?” He snapped. “There is no such a court here, or a Lord Ronan.”
Ravenna shrugged. “Now you know how I feel, I guess. Believe me, I don’t know where the hell I am or how I got here. I am just as confused as you. I mean you no harm, I swear by the Mother.”
“That will be for Maitimo to judge.” Was all Celegorm said before reaching down for Ravenna’s trembling, weak body. She did not have time to protest or process what was happening as he reached underneath her wings and legs, lifting her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing. The world swayed as she was picked up. Thankfully, he did so in such a manner she remained covered with the cloak.
Still, she did not like being manhandled. “Put me down!” Ravenna hissed furiously, writhing as best she could in his grip. But it was no use – between her weakness, lack of powers, and Celegorm’s sheer size and strength, it was pointless.
Celegorm lifted her onto his horse and set her on the front end of the saddle before climbing up behind her. She winced in pain as his large frame brushed against the incision on her wings. “Watch the wings.” She snapped.
“We are taking you to our eldest brother.” Celegorm said, ignoring her protest but leaning back ever so slightly and relieving the contact on her wings. “He can decide what to do with you. It is half a day’s journey from here, so I suggest you rest while you still can.”
All Ravenna could do was sigh and hold onto the horse’s mane as the prince sent the group forward up the winding mountain pass. She had come no closer to figuring out where she was, or who these strange fae-looking people were.
And she had half a day to do her best to figure it out.
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autumnshighlady · 2 days
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first chapter of my Rhysand’s sister fic will be up in a few hours! get your notifs ready, acotar and silmarillion fans❤️
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autumnshighlady · 4 days
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KYAAAAAAAAA OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING MY LITTLE IDEA (sobs and hugs you) I'm really happy you're excited to start on it AND WHEN I SAW THE WORKING DOCS I SCREAMED
BUT THE ANGST OH THE ANGST I'm not ready 😖 Will there be some comfort/fluff?
I did think about Ravenna going back to Prythian after the War of Wrath/losing Mae and just taking control of the Night Court from Rhys and the IC because.... they're the IC and maybe having been under the light of the 2 trees changed her powers somewhat to make her stronger, but not sure how that's gonna work or if it fits with the trajectory of what you have planned.
Another question I had was that I didn't know when to drop her? Like when Mae was relative to a teen in ME years or like a few years before the Oath and Kinslaying stuff. So what are your thoughts?
-⭐️ Anon
there will definitely be comfort/fluff! it’ll also be angsty because the silm is super dark and while i will be changing some canon events im trying to stick as close to it as possible!
she will be dropped after Mae renounces his title of High King to Fingolfin. because angst. hahaha. i also need it to be after the oath because of secret things i’ve planned to happen later in the fic ;)
ravenna will be searching for a way back home…. but will she end up going back is the question ;)
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autumnshighlady · 4 days
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NEW PROJECT HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN!!!
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im beyond excited to write this fic, as it’s going to be pretty big. Silm fans get ready to be fed! this fic will be filled with angst, drama, war/politics, more angst, and even more angst. Canon material from both series will be tweaked slightly for the sake of the story making sense, as this is purely to indulge my brain worm that wants to see acotar characters meet the silmarillion elves.
the main pairing will be Rhysand’s sister x Maedhros, with some Azriel thrown in the mix for drama. it will be inner circle critical - not to the same level as IALTPWF, but just wanted to give y’all a heads up anyway.
you won’t have to have read The Silmarillion to understand this fic. it will def be harder, but since the fic is from Ravenna’s POV everything about the tolkien universe will be explained from scratch.
ask me anything about this fic and i’ll answer it as long as it won’t spoil anything!
will you be reading? let me know if you want to be tagged when it comes out!
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autumnshighlady · 5 days
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if y’all think IALTPWF is unhinged and angsty…. you aren’t ready for this rhys’s sister in Middle-Earth AU fic…
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https://www.tumblr.com/autumnshighlady/745716715816730624/oh-the-joys-of-receiving-messages-from-men-on
they’re both bad but the second one?? EXCUSE ME SIR ✋. because you haven’t updated your phone in a while could i be 🐈‍⬛ anon instead? i hope that one shows up
no literally what are they thinking 😭
🐈‍⬛ anon it is!
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autumnshighlady · 5 days
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send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💕💕💕💕
you guys 😭❤️❤️
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autumnshighlady · 5 days
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Hi Amara!
Anon who originally suggested the Silm x ACOTAR crossover here and back with another idea if you're ever interested (so excited for your crossover series but sad IALTPWF is coming to an end).
So what if the Mother in ACOTAR is Varda from Tolkien? Like when Varda was making the stars, she made Prythian as another world with beings (the fae) that looked like the firstborn elves, who revere her as their 'Mother'. After taking her place amongst the Valar in Aman, she didn't quite participate so much in Prythian anymore, though she does take notice on some days (ie. Starfall because... stars) and places special attention and care to the Night Court because she created them to resemble her the most.
So fast forward a couple of millennia later, MC of this fic could be Rhysand's OG sister. Just before she is de-winged and killed by Tamlin and his father after having watched her mother get killed, she prays to the Mother, Varda listens and transports her to Arda via shooting star. She lands in Valinor...
I have so many thoughts on this but let me know if you'd be interested in writing this idea :)
Btw can I be your ⭐️ anon if it isn't taken? Might make it easier to interact haha.
omg i love the idea of Varda being the Mother! im definitely going to make this into a series so i’d love to discuss it more with you and bounce ideas around!
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autumnshighlady · 5 days
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send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💐💖
youre too sweet 🥹🥰
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autumnshighlady · 5 days
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oh the joys of receiving messages from men on dating apps ✨ i hate it here…,
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autumnshighlady · 6 days
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I just caught up with IALTPWF and I'm looking forward to how the story is going to end! 💖
Lucien and reader's reunion was just so sweet.
I love this and all your hard work. Thank you 😭💕
Im so glad you enjoyed it! writing lucien’s return made my heart so happy, it was very heartwarming to write.
thank you for the support ❤️❤️
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I am caught up and I am happy. Wow I love this so much! No words, just
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that gif sent me🤣❤️ ily tysm for all your support!
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autumnshighlady · 6 days
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“Rest well my love.”
I’m going to spontaneously combust
same tbh
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autumnshighlady · 6 days
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I JUST REALISED IVE MISSED THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. PLEASE FORGIVE ME GOD AS I GO READ THEM BOTH AT ONCE SIMULTANEOUSLY
BAHAHAH
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autumnshighlady · 6 days
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https://www.tumblr.com/autumnshighlady/745626755885416448/eris-smacked-your-rear-sternly-dont-pout-he
spanking just for me??? with eris AND nesta?!? YESPLEASE 🥺 LMAO. yes please 🙏. can i be 🪼 anon? i haven’t checked if you have anon list yet sorry.
i dont have an organized list yet but i do assign emojis to anons! however i haven’t updated my phone in ages so i can’t see that emoji, lmk if you want a different one haha
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autumnshighlady · 6 days
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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?”
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.”
you know what you’re doing 😫. what do you think he’d actually do if reader did or at least try to “satisfy her urges.” ALSO NAH I WAS ON AB THE SPANKING LAST CHAPTER AND NOW THERE IS MORE??? YES PUH-LEASE
oh if the reader tried ANYTHING thered be consequences. eris would sexually torture her for at least a week, if not two. making her watch instead of participate, edge her until she passes out. and of course, solid spanking.
i wasn’t originally thinking of including spanking in any of the smut but may do it just for you anon x
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