chapter ix - gust & flame
Eris Vanserra x Reader
Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.
Word Count: 3,000+
Warnings: spoilers for entire ACOTAR series
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For being one of the strongest High Fae currently alive, Feyre was still huffing quite a lot up the steep hill.
Y/N had tried to sneak out to go on another one of her hikes. The sneaking was due to her knowing no one would let her go alone after what happened with Cassian and Nyx. But that was exactly why she wanted to go alone: so no one else could be put in danger.
However, Feyre had been visiting the House of Wind, on the hunt for her sister, when she crossed paths with Y/N.
The High Lady had insisted on joining Y/N for her hike, choosing a very different trail and a completely different woods than where she had been attacked.
“You alright?” Y/N asked with a teasing tone.
Feyre glared at her. “I understand the benefits and joy of a hike. But why are we sprinting?”
Y/N shrugged. “Part fresh air, part endurance training.”
“I used to hunt in the woods, back in the mortal lands. Started when I was just a child. But I was slow and quiet.”
“I see,” Y/N took in the bit of information. Feyre didn’t talk much about her time as a mortal. It didn’t seem like a taboo subject. Perhaps her happiness with the present made her dwell on the past very little. “Hunting is quite different than hiking.”
Then Y/N paused and smirked at the High Lady over her shoulder and teased, “Maybe you should spend some time training with the Valkyries…”
Feyre laughed, but shook her head. “That is Nesta’s domain, her sisterhood. I dare not intrude on it. I train still, just not with them.”
For some reason, the response triggered Y/N to think about the third Archeron sister. She knew the least of Elain, but enough to know she was not a warrior. Y/N had never seen the middle sister train, and rarely did she ever leave the River House.
“I met Lucien the other day,” Y/N blurted out.
It was enough for Feyre to stop in her tracks.
Feyre gave a short nod. “Rhysand said Azriel mentioned him stopping by your shop.”
Y/N continued hiking, but slowed down the pace to make it easier for them to converse. “I did not realize Elain had a…mate.”
“We once called ourselves friends, Lucien and I. But I’m not sure what we are anymore. I should say I feel like I’m stuck between the two of them. But Lucien rarely has the courage to ask me about Elain. And my sister likes to pretend Lucien doesn’t exist.”
Y/N was silent for a moment, trying to tread the topic carefully, but still wanting her curiosities answered. “I just thought…from what I know of mates – you and Rhys, Nesta and Cassian…”
Feyre gave her a sympathetic look. “Mating bonds are…peculiar things. To some, they create soulmates.”
“Like you and Rhys.”
Feyre nodded. “But to others, it’s just two puzzle pieces finally being put together. Nothing more – no connection, not emotions. Bonds not always equate to love. Sometimes it’s the Cauldron telling us that two people would simply create superior offspring.”
“You make it sound so…cold.”
Feyre nodded again. “My sister…she would have never chosen the life she’s been given. Elain thought she was in love – and perhaps she was. But she was turned fae against her will. And the next moment: a stranger confessed that they were bond together – all while she still wore her engagement ring to a mortal, who hated what she became.”
Poor Elain, Y/N thought. “Is he so horrible that she won’t even give him a chance?”
“Lucien is not horrible. He has made great mistakes…but…he is a good male.”
Y/N processed that. The wind had told her of his lost lover, of being forced to watch her get murdered by his family and court. How could Eris have watched such a thing and not intervened? But the wind did confess that it was Eris who helped his youngest brother escape Autumn Court and seek sanctuary in Spring Court.
“He seemed surprised that Eris knew me, that he had saved me and brought me here.”
Feyre’s body stiffened at the slight change of subject.
“Does he not know that Eris wishes to take the throne from their father?”
Feyre took in a slow breath. “It is best that you do not speak of Eris’ plans for his court.”
“Does he know that Lucien is not his father’s son? Is he not the bastard child of Helion Spellcleaver?”
Y/N realized by the High Lady’s reaction that she just spoke an even more dangerous piece of information.
It wouldn’t be the first time the winds had gotten her in trouble with sharing such secrets.
“Y/N,” Feyre’s voice was so serious that it caused a chill to go down Y/N’s spine. “You must never speak of that to anyone.”
“Lucien does not know,” Y/N whispered in realization.
“No. And I do not believe Helion knows either,” Feyre added. “The Lady of Autumn has kept her son’s secret close to her heart – to keep him alive, I imagine.”
Y/N knows of Lucien’s true parentage, Feyre spoke to Rhysand through their minds.
But Rhysand only seemed amused, Who knew the winds could be so troublesome?
She seems rather curious about Elain and Lucien’s bond, Feyre added. Should we tell her? She deserves to know about Eris.
We cannot, Rhys answered immediately. We promised him we wouldn’t.
Feyre grew frustrated in her mates head, She will be just as angry as I was. But furthermore, she will be confused. She will not understand it like I had. He is not her kind.
He does not wish for her to know. Beron is still a risk to her. It is not our place, Feyre darling.
Feyre cut off the connection, further proving her growing frustration.
“You alright?” Y/N asked.
Feyre just nodded. “Damn your hikes.”
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A week later, Y/N was cleaning around her shop. She was gaining more and more customers to her surprise – and also delight. She was even receiving custom orders, which meant more and more late nights spent casting and brewing.
The other night, Cassian had even found her passed out on top of her workshop table.
But now, Y/N was surprised to see a familiar redhead standing before her.
“Lucien!” she greeted cheerfully, trying not to immediately think of her conversation with Feyre about his failed bonding with Elain.
“Change your mind about that love potion?” She took a risk, teasing him on such a subject.
But to her relief, Lucien laughed. “No. Not yet, at least. I came to thank you for your…”
“Merchandise?” Y/N offered innocently.
Lucien smiled so charmingly that it was hard to believe someone like Elain wouldn’t at least give this male a chance.
Y/N crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side. “And it worked?”
But she knew her magic wouldn’t fail.
Lucien blushed and nodded. “I can’t explain it entirely. But I…felt so much lighter. I haven’t slept that well in a century.”
She smirked proudly and even stood straighter. “If you have trouble with sleeping, you should have told me. I have dozens of remedies for that.”
“Now you are just boasting.”
Y/N shrunk at such a comment, “I do not mean to, I promise.”
Lucien gave her a soft smile.
“I did not expect to see you back so soon,” Y/N changed the subject. “Feyre says Rhysand keeps you quite busy as an emissary of this court…”
“Yes. He’s kept me very busy. But I spend a lot of time in the mortal realm with a couple of friends. And one of them wished to try some of your merchandise, as well.”
“Friends?” Y/N questioned.
She didn’t know why the word sounded so unusual to her. But she had blurted it out nonetheless.
Lucien huffed out a laugh. “Yes, is it so surprising that I have them?”
“N-No! No, I’m sorry. I just…” But she couldn’t explain her response.
Perhaps because this was the first time she felt like she had them herself. Her coven was her family before all else. But having been on the run the past years, alone, and constantly needing to just survive, friends were not a privilege she was allowed.
But isn’t that what she had gained in the Night Court? Hadn’t Rhysand’s inner circle become her friends, too? And the Valkyrie’s… hadn’t they become even closer than friends?
Y/N blinked, and then forced a small smile. “W-What would your friend be interested in trying?”
Lucien’s amusement disappeared as he clearly caught Y/N getting lost in her own mind.
“My friend has been…cursed.”
Y/N opened her mouth.
“I am not asking if you can break it,” Lucien stopped her from interrupting. “The one who punished her is far more powerful than any High Fae. He is a death-lord.”
Y/N had heard whisperings of death-lords from the wind. She didn't know much about them. Only that of how powerful they were.
He took in a shallow breath. “She is forced into the form of a firebird during the day, only to return to her mortal form at night. And she experiences…pain after the transformation.”
Y/N gave a confident nod. “Anything else?”
“She doesn’t allow herself to sleep in her human form, saving it for when she is a firebird. Coffee nor tea is not strong enough to keep her up the way she wishes to.”
Y/N nodded again. “I can help with both.”
Then she was off, bustling about her shop to prepare what was needed.
Lucien watched her with both admiration and amusement. There was still so much he wanted to know about this woman.
Why had his brother saved her? Yes, she was beautiful. Anyone could see that, even feel it. Surely there was more to it than that. Or perhaps Eris had become so lonely that saving a damsel in distress felt rebellious and reckless.
“Has my brother visited since he brought you here?”
Lucien caught how her movements stopped for a moment from the question.
“Only once. After I was attacked.”
Lucien’s eyebrows rose a second. “Rhysand told me of the attempted kidnapping of Nyx. He also said you saved his life, most likely. How could Eris have known you were injured?”
Y/N shrugged. “I-I-I don’t believe that was why he had even come…” She shook her head. “I just figured he had business with the court.”
Lucien suddenly realized that Y/N hadn’t considered that perhaps Eris had come because she had been hurt.
Which just made Lucien have 20 more questions: Why would Rhysand tell Eris that Y/N had been hurt? And why would Eris care enough to see for himself that Y/N was alright?
Y/N had already returned to moving about her shop. At one point, he heard her mutter something while weaving and knotting a leather bracelet.
A few moments later, Y/N returned to him with a woven basket filled with various objects. And gently placed it in Lucien’s arms.
“This,” Y/N lifted a bright orange candle. “Tell her to light it as soon as she has returned to her human form. But it must be lit by only her, and with intention.”
She picked up an orange and golden gemstone that was attached to a gold necklace chain. “This is citrine. She should wear it throughout the night. It will shake off any grogginess and keep her alert.”
Then she pointed to a green gemstone, but this was too big to be jewelry. “This is malachite. After lighting the candle, she should rub this across her skin, focusing on the bottoms of her feet.”
Lucien nodded, trying to memorize the instructions carefully.
Y/N picked up the bracelet that he had heard her reciting an incantation over. “This bracelet will soothe any pain she has. But she should only wear it when experiencing it, not at all times.”
She grabbed a jar that was filled with what appeared to be various herbs. “When the pain is very bad, mix two spoonfuls of this mixture to brew tea. It’s capsaicin, cloves, ginger, turmeric, and rosemary – all will soothe her aches and pains.”
And before Lucien could thank her or ask any questions, Y/N unfolded a piece of paper that he hadn’t seen in the basket. “I’ve written down all the instructions here, as well.”
“Didn’t trust me to remember it all?” Lucien teased.
Y/N smirked. “I don’t trust males to do many things.”
“You wound me.” He looked down at the basket in his hands. “What do I owe you? I refuse to take any gifts from you again.”
Y/N sighed, but gave him a number to pay.
Lucien didn’t so much as blink at that price, so he must not be short on currency.
As she moved them to the register, Lucien cleared his throat as if trying to get the courage to ask something.
“Would you join me for dinner tonight?” He asked.
Y/N was so taken aback by the question that her head snapped up to meet his gaze, half expecting to see an expression that showed he was messing with her.
Her mouth opened and closed a couple times before she finally got her thoughts in order.
“That is very kind, b-but…” She closed her eyes for a moment and took in a shaky breath. “With Elain…I-I-I don’t think it is…appropriate.”
Lucien hid his disappointment well. “Not even as friends?”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at the cheekiness of it all. “And is that what everyone else in Velaris would perceive if they saw the two of together?”
They both knew she was right.
But Y/N also had no intention of getting between two fated mates – even if one of them refused to acknowledge their magical bond.
“We are all going out dancing tonight,” Y/N quickly added, as if it would soften the blow of turning down his dinner invitation. “You should join us.”
Lucien was quiet for a moment, truly contemplating the invite. After a moment, he hesitated before finally giving a short nod.
The ease at which he accepted made Y/N wonder if his dinner invite was merely out of loneliness and not actual romantic interest.
“R-Really?” Y/N asked excitedly. "It’s called Rita’s – or so I am told.”
He nodded, “I know it.”
“If you wait an hour or so, I will be closing and we could go together. I’m meeting them there, it’s not a far walk.”
But Lucien shook his head. “I must drop these off at my apartment, and then run some errands. But I will see you there.”
And he was walking out of the shop.
Y/N didn’t truly believe Lucien would show up. But if he did, she hadn’t even considered that any of her friends would be upset that Lucien was invited in the first place. Elain wasn’t exactly one to go to the taverns and drink. But maybe tonight she would.
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Feyre walked into Rhysand’s office with a nervous expression.
Nyx sat on her hip as he was held and a bright smile appeared on the toddler's face when he caught sight of his father.
“Lucien is here,” Feyre quickly shared. “Says he wishes to speak to both of us.”
Rhys nodded and stood up, gently taking their son from her.
Feyre led them to the den, where their guest patiently waited for them.
Lucien’s arms were crossed and he wore a deep frown as he looked into the crackling and blazing fireplace.
“Lucien,” Rhysand greeted formally.
Nyx cooed in his arms.
Lucien turned and gave a slight bow of his head to both of them. “I come with a request.”
“And what is this request?” Rhysand continued.
“I wish for you to send a letter to my brother, Eris. I need to meet with him, and I do not have the same methods of contacting him while he is in Autumn Court.”
Feyre and Rhysand didn’t look at each other, but shared similar thoughts in their minds.
“What is this about?” Feyre questioned harshly.
“The mortal witch you are harboring in this court. I know that Eris saved her life and brought her here. But no one will tell me why. And it seems Y/N is being kept in the dark and is not fully aware of how peculiar her situation is.”
Rhysand ignored the accusatory tone and asked, “Where do you wish to meet him?”
Lucien has probably already assumed correctly, Feyre told Rhysand through their bond. Is this smart?
Rhysand answered, We cannot tell him the truth. Whether or not Eris wants his brother to know of his secret is up to him. Let him tell his story.
“The Band of Exiles manor,” Lucien answered.
Feyre rolled her eyes at the name of the dwelling.
“I will send him a message tonight then,” Rhysand told him. “Telling him to meet you there tomorrow as dusk.”
Lucien nodded, but still narrowed his gaze at the two of them. “I am an emissary to your court, but you still would not trust me with this?”
“Your brother asked us to keep Y/N safe. That is all,” Rhysand shrugged.
“All of us know Eris is not a merciful male,” Lucien growled. "He has nearly killed almost every member of your Inner Circle, including your own mate. Yet you protect someone upon his request.”
“Perhaps we do not know Eris as well as we once thought,” Feyre surprised them all by pointing out.
Lucien had nothing to say to that, then looked at Rhysand. “Just get him the message, please.”
He started to leave the room, but paused. “Will Elain be going out with you tonight?”
Feyre squinted in confusion. “No, why?”
Lucien only half-turned to face them. “Y/N invited me to join all of you tonight. If it will be uncomfortable for me to attend, I understand.”
“You are welcome, Lucien.” Rhysand answered before Feyre could. “You are an emissary of this court, as you said.”
Lucien nearly rolled his eyes and huffed, “Yes, but only an emissary and nothing more. That has always been made very clear.”
Then he pulled a pouch from the inside pocket of his jacket. “These are for Elain,” and placed them on the nearest surface.
And with that, he left.
Once he was gone, Y/N picked up the pouch to see that they were seeds.
Feyre gave Rhysand a sad look. “What would you have done had this been us?”
Her mate seemed to hold Nyx even closer. “I do not like to think about what could have been when it comes to us, Feyre Darling.”
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