#eris x tarquin fic
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Waterfire | Chapter 1
Summary: An unexpected request from the new High Lord of the Autumn Court unravels a series of events that are sure to leave Tarquin's heart changed forever.
Pairing: Tarquin x Eris Vanserra
Word Count: 5k
Note: Dedicating this to @abraxos-and-ataraxia who put me onto this elite ship <3
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The waves crashed softly against the shore, carrying the salty breeze that molded the castles of Adriata.
With the sandstone city spread below him, Tarquin allowed himself to linger in the moment, content to let the fresh scent of the sea caress the power that coursed through his veins. Standing on a balcony perched on one of the the lower levels of the palace, he could still take in the view in its entirety, hear the happy squeals of gulls as they flapped over the gleaming stone and bustling streets.
It was comforting to see Adriata like this—tranquil, undisturbed by war. Even the sky was cloudless above it, as if determined to cast as much sunshine as possible over the healing city. Indeed, soft, afternoon light was draped over the buildings, making it seem as though their tan stone had been replaced with nothing but pure, iridescent gold. Stretching onto the half-moon bay, the sun shimmered off the sea, playing with the turquoise water in the final hours of daylight. Adriata seemed to bask in peace—the sounds of battle long gone, replaced by the gentle whisper of waves.
The thought shimmered deep inside him—a sun of its own, giving life to the High Lord of the Summer Court. Tarquin could only hope the rest of his Court would heal as quickly as Adriata had—and that happiness would be restored at last.
Over a year had passed since the war with Hybern, though Tarquin had been High Lord long enough to know it would take years—if not decades—for the world to forge itself anew. With the advantage of being in a position of power, he’d been working tirelessly to ensure Prythian would not only recover, but progress.
He’d be lying if he’d said working hadn’t helped him, too. Focusing his efforts on helping his Court—the people under his protection—had been gratifying to say the least. It was the knowledge that his rule would make a difference, Tarquin supposed. That when his time came, he would leave the Summer Court—and perhaps, the world—a better place.
Uniting his people was the ultimate goal. He dreamed of a Court where all Fae—High or Lesser—would work and exist together as equals. Only then Summer would thrive, in nothing but blissful peace. Tarquin believed in leading by example—and so, he’d started by opening his borders to all those seeking refuge after the War. Encouraging his citizens to welcome whoever was in need of help, and accommodate them in the Summer Court—with the full support of its rulers.
Now, after months of work, pride filled his very soul as he watched his lands become the place that Fae from all over Prythian considered home—or at the very least, a safe haven where they could lead their lives in undisturbed peace. Tarquin could only hope it was there to stay, that no storms would plague the sea that enveloped his borders.
A tingling sensation around his feet pulled him out of his thoughts as the sea breeze carried the sand onto the balcony, warm and golden as it settled on the stone. Tarquin did not mind the intrusion, finding himself wishing for the wind to carry him to a beach somewhere far away instead. A much more appealing option than being forced into the meeting that has been on his mind ever since he received the request a week ago.
As if conjured straight out of Tarquin’s thoughts, a servant entered the office, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight that poured into the room from the open doors of the balcony. “My lord,” the male bowed before announcing, “the High Lord of the Autumn Court is here.”
Stepping out of the balcony, Tarquin sighed. “Send him in,” he ordered. Once again, the servant bowed before making his way out, leaving his High Lord to the distant crashing of waves outside.
With a single motion of his hand, the balcony doors shut with a soft click, the room instantly a shade darker with only the windows to allow in the light. Fixing the sleeves of his tunic, white and lined with golden thread, Tarquin noted a few grains of sand grazing the stone floor, undoubtedly brought in under the soles of his shoes. The thought of having a piece of the beach with him brought unexpected comfort, and he rolled the tension back from his shoulders, silently promising himself to go for a midnight swim once this was all over.
Too soon, the servant returned—this time, with company. “Eris Vanserra, my lord.”
“Thank you, Ilios,” Tarquin offered in dismissal. With a deep, final bow, Ilios was gone, and the High Lord of Summer turned his attention to a guest he’d never thought would enter the place he called his home.
Eris nodded, his bright, red hair catching a glimpse of the afternoon sun. He’d cut it short since he’d last seen him—short enough to display the arched ears. He had a small freckle just near the top. “Tarquin. It’s been a while,” Eris said in a manner of greeting. After so many months, he’d had forgotten the sound of his voice—rich yet smooth, like fresh honey dripping down the comb.
“Indeed,” Tarquin agreed, gesturing to the centre of the room, where two armchairs had been set up for their meeting. Draped in velvets of deep blue and purple, the chairs sat opposite a round coffee table, coated in tinted glass that reflected light of too many colours to register at once. The room’s interior had not been one he’d choose for himself, but there was a reasoning behind opting for Cresseida’s office for this particular meeting. His own space was situated on the higher levels of the palace, and he’d had been reluctant to allow Eris to see into rooms that could potentially hold secrets Tarquin did not trust his visitor with.
Taking the blue chair, Tarquin took the opportunity offered by their momentary silence to finally take in his guest. Eris had only been High Lord for little over a month, but Tarquin knew from personal experience it could take mere days to carve the effects of such responsibility in the features of one who bore it.
Usually twisted in cruelty, as Tarquin had so well remembered from Under the Mountain and long after, Eris’s face now betrayed signs of the kind of tiredness only a fellow High Lord could notice. The slight furrow of his brows, for instance, drawn together in constant worry. The circles under his eyes, a shade darker than his pale skin, begging for sweet rest that could not be satisfied by sleep.
His lips. The last time he’d seen them, they were curved up in a mocking sneer—Eris’s usual manner of carrying himself through conversation, one that Tarquin had readied himself for all week since the High Lord of Autumn had requested an audience. Now, those lips formed a thin line as Eris’s eyes landed on his, their shining amber the only thing that seemed not to have been affected by his new role—amber, watchful and full of focus.
“I understand condolences are in order,” Tarquin finally spoke.
A small gleam of those sharp eyes, barely noticeable as Eris leaned back in his seat. “Yes. Quite the tragedy.”
Having personally observed Beron’s cruelty Under the Mountain, Tarquin could hardly express such sentiment. Instead, he forced out the only truth he had to say on the matter. “High Lord or not, an assassination is an atrocity that has no place in an era of peace.”
He truly had believed that. Tarquin would hate to admit an exception to the rule. Though, he supposed, the act had already been done, and some cruel part of him knew he’d be lying if he said Beron’s death hadn’t brought him some relief.
Amber eyes surveyed him watchfully. “Trust that I have my best spies working to uncover those responsible.”
Tarquin may have been a pacifist, but he was hardly a fool. There was no doubt in his mind that the person responsible was sitting right in front of him. Still, he played the game, offering whatever truths he could scrape to satisfy the conversation. “I do hope your mother is doing alright. After centuries by Beron’s side, it must be a painful loss.”
“We were all quite shaken,” Eris agreed, though not a shred of sorrow lingered in his gaze. Nor did remorse, for that matter.
Tarquin tensed, drawing his focus aways from the eyes that clearly offered nothing but lies and fake pleasantries. Eris may not have been High Lord for a long time, but growing up and serving under Beron had seemed to have done its job. He hated this part, Tarquin thought. The scheming and pretending. The way it had become such an integral part to politics. No world of peace could be built on the foundation of lies. They were too weak, too loosely woven to offer any stability. Any truth in happiness.
Instead, Tarquin turned his attention to the sea breeze beyond the walls that had now seemed too tight, sheltering the room from the world beyond them. Beneath invisible hands of his magic, the windows opened, letting the salty scent infuse the air, a flicker of comfort under the stiff atmosphere that had managed to fill the room.
He let his eyes shift back toward Eris. “Still, I feel compelled to offer my congratulations. You’ve been Second to your father long enough. I am sure you’re looking forward to your certainly lengthy rule.”
Amber eyes gleamed with challenge. “It is a responsibility I do not take lightly, High Lord,” Eris warned before adding, “I do hope both of our rules are as lengthy as they are fruitful. I would hate to see them ended as abruptly as my dear father’s had been.”
Tarquin’s jaw tightened. “Is that a threat, Vanserra?”
Finally, that mocking smile he’d been waiting for, the sight enough for Tarquin to grit his teeth. “On the contrary. It is merely an extension of my best wishes.”
“Is that what you’ve come here for, then? To offer your best wishes?”
Eris leaned forward in his seat. Pleasantries were over, it seemed, as even the seagulls behind the closed terrace doors had gone quiet. His gaze fixed on him, gleaming like a sizzling flame, and Tarquin was suddenly reminded that with his new role, Eris acquired more than merely a title. Fire, the thought burned inside his mind. He commanded the element, almost as cruel and unpredictable as his kind was known to be. As if in answer, Tarquin’s power rushed through his body with the force of waves rising from an ocean, ready to put out any fire that threatened burn his Court to the ground.
Red eyebrows jolted in surprise, and for a second, Tarquin wondered if Eris could hear the magic that screamed to flood the room around them—an ability that should not have been possible, and yet…
The fire died out, and Eris merely propped himself up on the soft arms of the chair. “Times are different now,” he said, fingers caressing the purple velvet. “As you said, this is an era of peace. I only wish to return the Autumn Court to what it once had been.”
Feeling his power settle back to a steady course, Tarquin asked carefully, “Which is what, exactly?”
“Let’s not pretend my father’s best interest laid in the well-being of his Court,” Eris drawled. “Autumn deserves a ruler that looks after his people, not himself.”
Tarquin said very quietly, “And I suppose that ruler is you?”
Eris cocked his head, red hair glinting with unruffled grace. “I’m the only choice left, aren’t I?”
“I’m sure there are a lot more Vanserras out in this world, Eris.”
For the first time since he’d set foot in Adriata, Eris smiled, amber eyes shining with unfeigned amusement. “You are not what I expected, High Lord of Summer.”
He didn’t know why, but he corrected, “Tarquin.”
Eris hummed, as if weighing the word on his tongue. “Tarquin.”
He leaned back in his seat, a new sensation tingling in his chest, much like the sand that had caressed his feet earlier. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s say you are what your Court needs—”
“That is not something for you to question,” Eris interrupted.
His mouth twisted to the side. “You have come to my Court for a reason, High Lord,” Tarquin said. “Clearly, you want something from me. I will question whatever I please to decide if you’re worth my help.”
Eris’s smile sharpened. “I’ve got to say, this visit is far more enjoyable than I anticipated.”
“I’m not sure that’s a compliment,” Tarquin only said.
Amber eyes studied him for a moment. “I haven’t decided yet.”
A fresh wave of salty air whooshed into the office, clearing his mind and grounding him in his seat. “What do you want from me, Eris?”
Eris leaned back. “I told you. I’d like to ask your help in rebuilding my Court.”
Tarquin suppressed a huff. “How do you plan on doing that? You and I both know your father had not left much to rebuild. Beron was blinded by power and poorly chosen alliances. His mistakes left your citizens in search for a new home, well away from Autumn’s borders. Many of them found it in my own. I cannot blame them. Your Court is known for cruelty like no other.”
He watched as Eris’s smile faded. “Autumn and Summer are neighbours. With your pacifist ways, I thought you’d be the first to wish to strengthen the relationship between our Courts.”
Tarquin clenched his jaw. “There is no relationship to strengthen. Your father made sure of that.”
Eris’s face tightened. “I am not my father.”
“I’m not sure your people would agree. There is a reason they had chosen to stay in the safety of my borders rather than returning to their home.”
Utter silence filled the room as the ever-present fire died out from Eris’s amber eyes. For a moment, Tarquin wondered if he had gone too far.
“Eris—”
“Don’t,” he only said, rising from his seat. “Your lack of trust is misplaced, but understandable. With time, you might see a worthy ally in me and my Court, rather than a reflection of Beron and his pitiful choices. I only ask that that you hear me out. You don’t need to give me a chance, but perhaps you may extend that courtesy to the Autumn Fae you’re so graciously harbouring within your borders.” Tearing his gaze away from Tarquin, Eris turned to the door before adding, “I’ll take my leave tomorrow. If you change your mind before then, you know where to find me.”
And with that, Eris left.
He cursed himself for it, but Tarquin wished he’d stay.
***
The Princess of Adriata found him lingering in her office minutes after the sun had set under the horizon.
“You’re still here?” Cresseida asked in her usual manner of greeting.
Tarquin sighed, turning away from the balcony to face her. “I needed to think.”
A shadow played on the corners of her lips, teasing to curve them up in a smile. “Vanserra give you a hard time?” she mocked.
He grimaced. “Something like that.”
“Oh?” Cresseida mused, plopping down on the purple chair. Tarquin’s eyes followed, as if they could still see the way Eris’s form stilled in the velvety seat, his eyes dimming upon hearing the harsh words leave Tarquin’s Cauldron-damned mouth. He blinked the image away, returning his focus to the female before him.
“He wants us to ally with his Court. Offer our help in rebuilding it.”
Cresseida’s white brows furrowed. “By doing what, exactly?”
Shame washed over him as he admitted, “I don’t know. I didn’t give him a chance to explain.”
Blue eyes widened in shock. “What?”
“Look, I—” Tarquin sighed. “I don’t like this situation. Beron was known for his scheming, and Eris is no better. You should see the way he talks, Cresseida. He’s too calculating, too secretive. Plus, I’m pretty sure he killed his father.”
His cousin rolled her eyes. “So? Someone had to do it eventually. Kudos to him for having the guts.”
“Cresseida—”
“No, Tarquin,” she pressed. “You keep talking about your equality, your peace. It’s a noble sentiment, but open your eyes. This is no peace. Adriata was destroyed twice in less than a century. If—when—another war comes, we will not be ready to protect this Court again. We could use an ally.”
“There are other Courts to ally with,” Tarquin countered.
“Oh, please,” the Princess scoffed. “No matter what undying promises of allegiance they lay at our feet, the Solar Courts will fight for each other before they bother to look past their mountains. Winter is still in ruin after Under the Mountain. Spring has already fallen, Tamlin alive or not. Most of the Court lives in Summer now. Autumn is our neighbour. They could be useful.”
Tarquin’s lips pressed together in a tight line. “Forming an official alliance with another Court could send the wrong message,” he argued.
“So don’t make it official,” Cresseida offered. “Help him rebuild his Court or whatever it is that Eris Vanserra wants these days. A favour for a favour. I do not care if you don’t trust him, Tarquin. You’ve been High Lord long enough to understand that peace is temporary, and that in times like this, your duty is to your people first.”
He considered for a moment before he said, “I still don’t know what favour it is he wants from me. Rebuilding his Court could mean anything. Sending resources, establishing trade routes…”
“So find out,” Cresseida demanded. “And don’t let those pretty eyes distract you this time.”
Tarquin’s brows rose. “Pretty eyes?”
“What?” she protested, a faint blush now staining her cheeks. “Eris might be a Vanserra, but he’s as attractive as he is cruel.”
“Cauldron, Cresseida,” Tarquin sighed. “Please don’t tell me you did not just make this whole speech because you want Eris to visit Adriata more often.”
She huffed. “I didn’t. I actually care about the future of this Court, you asshole.”
“Careful, cousin,” Tarquin warned, though a smile began forming on his lips. “I still am your High Lord, you know.”
She rolled her eyes at him once more. “Then be a High Lord and find out what it is exactly that Eris Vanserra wants from you. Or, more importantly, what it is you want from him.”
The image of those amber eyes sparkled in his mind again.
Mother spare him.
***
For a city of the shining sun, golden beaches and shimmering seas, Adriata was nothing less than exquisite as it basked in soft, pale moonlight.
The view from Tarquin’s bedroom offered the most spectacular views of it all, yet he found that not even the gentle caress of silvery light over the sleeping sea could calm his raging mind.
I am not my father, Eris’s words hummed in his head with every loud thud of his heart.
I only ask that that you hear me out.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
You don’t need to give me a chance.
Oh, but he wanted to.
You know where to find me.
“My lord?” a voice sounded behind him.
Taquin whipped back, torn from the honeyed voice that seemed to stick to his lungs, blocking the air out until he could hear it again.
“Ilios,” he sighed in relief. “What are you doing here at this time?”
“My apologies, High Lord,” the male bowed. “It appears you have a visitor.”
Tarquin’s brows furrowed; it was nearing midnight. “Who is it?”
Ilios’s brown eyes seemed to avert his blue ones. “It’s Eris Vanserra, my lord.”
His stomach clenched.
You know where to find me.
It seemed that Eris had found him first.
“Send him in.”
Stepping out of the small balcony of his bedroom, Tarquin couldn’t shake the feeling that some cruel fate was echoing their meeting from hours ago—only this time, it would take place in a room veiled in darkness, with the moon’s pale light peering weakly through the shadows. Suddenly, he became very aware of every limb of his body, his hand hanging awkwardly at his sides. Was he supposed to cross his arms? Tie them behind his back? Prop them on his hips? No, that would have been ridiculous.
The choice seemed to be rendered meaningless as Eris entered the room, stopping only under a soft ray of moonlight that shone upon the cool stone. Gone were the immaculate clothes he’d worn earlier this afternoon, his carefully combed hair now disheveled as it hung loosely over his face in soft waves. Tarquin decided he liked the way the red looked under the silvery light of the moon—a deep, wine-like shade unlike its usual crimson.
He swallowed hard, suddenly very aware they were now in his bedroom. “What are you doing here, Eris?”
Amber gaze, darker somehow in the night, fixed on him, unwavering. “I know what you are afraid of, Tarquin,” Eris said.
He ignored the shiver that rippled through him at the sound of his name on Eris’s tongue.
“You have every right not to trust me,” he continued. “But I need you to know that I would never hurt your Court. That I would never hurt you.”
Stunned, Tarquin stumbled back a step. “Eris—”
He didn’t get a chance to finish. In two, quick strides, Eris closed the distance between them, his mouth crashing against his, stronger than the waves of a raging sea.
His tongue was like hot fire dancing in his mouth, all-consuming and unafraid to dive deep past the shore. Strong fingers tangled into his white hair, and Tarquin found himself mimicking the movement, dying to feel its softness against his skin. Flames licked at his body hungrily, begging to devour him whole as Eris’s hands came up to frame his hips, guiding him back step by step until Tarquin felt his calves hit the soft mattress of his bed.
His veins pulsed with a mix of shock and lust as Eris broke free from his mouth, from a kiss hotter than a summer’s day. Any sound of protest died on Tarquin’s tongue as Eris ripped the shirt of his body, revealing strong arms and a pale, defined chest.
Turquoise eyes went wide as Tarquin scanned the toned muscles that formed his stomach, the V that peered from beneath the soft linen of Eris’s pants. His hands were on him in an instant, pulling him down, pulling him closer until there was only a breath between them.
“Do you want this? Want me?” Eris asked.
“Yes,” Tarquin gasped. “Yes.”
Those red brows furrowed, and Eris pulled away an inch. “Tarquin.”
“Yes,” he repeated, fingers digging into his lover’s arms.
“Tarquin!”
Tarquin’s eyes shot open.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Cresseida shouted, hovering over his heaving body in exasperation.
The dream began fading away as reality sank in, as tangible as the waves of seawater that surrounded his bed.
Tarquin blinked. Waves—
“Shit,” he cursed, sending the water that flooded his room away to the balcony, his racing heart steadying as he heard it descend down the walls to hit the ground beneath.
“What is wrong with you?” Cresseida demanded. “You can’t just summon the sea while you’re sleeping! Unless you were planning to die and take this whole palace with you.”
A dream. It was only a dream.
By the Mother.
“Why are you in my room, Cresseida?”
She let out a heavy breath, stepping away from his bed at last. “Vanserra is leaving. If you still want to catch him, you better go now, High Lord.”
Shit indeed.
***
Entering the room, a small office on the ground floor of the palace, Tarquin ran his fingers through the knots in his hair, wondering if he looked as disheveled as Eris had in his dream.
Mercifully, Eris was there, standing by a small table of light wood. His hair was nowhere near a mess, combed as immaculately as he’d remembered it from the day before. A jacked of deep green rested on his shoulders, the golden threads woven through the fabric accentuating the knowing gleam of his amber eyes as they rested upon Tarquin’s form.
Feeling his cheeks begin to burn, Tarquin prayed to the Mother, Cauldron and any gods that would listen for his dream to fade away from his mind, for the image of Eris’s bare chest and burning eyes, darkened with desire—desire for him—to blur out from his memory forever. But watching his red hair glisten with the Summer sunshine, Tarquin realised he was in a shit deeper than the seas of Adriata.
Eris’s gaze dragged up his form, lighting a fire in every spot where those russet eyes lingered for longer than a second. His skin prickled, taking his mind back to the way broad hands traced every inch of his body, slender fingers digging into his muscles with every hot breath. Feeling the heat rise through him, Tarquin wondered if the High Lord of Autumn’s powers included igniting a hunger inside him, burning brighter than a living flame.
Shit, shit shit. He needed to get it together. Eris was here on Court business, and his dream was nothing but a trick played on him by his treacherous mind and a direct result of Cresseida’s teasing the day before. A figment of his imagination, roughed up after the long day he’d spent out in the scorching sun before his meeting with Eris. The sun—and nothing more—was the only reason why his body felt as though it was lit on fire.
He enjoyed it, though. More than he’d like to admit.
Mother spare him.
“Aren’t you going to sit?” Eris finally asked, his voice somehow deeper than Tarquin remembered.
Shit.
Feeling his composure hang by a thread, Tarquin asked, “You’re telling me to what do you in my own palace?”
Eris’s eyebrows rose. “Would you rather stand?”
He had no idea how, but he could swear a shadow of a smile curved up the corner of Eris’s lips. It made his body burn even hotter.
Anger, Tarquin told himself. It was anger that sent fire into his veins and made his blood boil. This male was aggravating. Nothing more.
Tarquin sat down, though.
“Let us begin,” he said, gesturing to the chair opposite his own—a rather pathetic attempt to regain control of this meeting.
Eris smirked openly now as he gracefully dropped onto his seat. “Right.”
Eris might be a Vanserra, but he’s as attractive as he is cruel, Cresseida’s voice sounded in his mind. But Tarquin was a High Lord. Attractive or not, he would not let Eris toy with him in his own Court.
After all, water would always put out fire, no matter how hot it burned.
“You said you need Summer’s help in rebuilding the Autumn Court,” Tarquin began. “But frankly, I don’t see how our aid could boost your internal strength. After all, the true strength of a Court lies within its people.”
“That’s exactly it,” Eris said, lacing his fingers atop the wooden surface. “But as you pointed out so perceptively yesterday, most of my people seem to have found a new home beyond my Courts borders. Most of them had left just before Beron returned from Under the Mountain. Others followed during the War.”
Understanding dawned on him like the rising sun. “You want me to send the Autumn Fae back to your Court? The same ones that found refuge within my borders, ones that offered safety when yours could not—” he accused, feeling anger stir deep inside him. Was that what Eris wanted? To reclaim Tarquin’s people after years of suffering they’d been forced to endure?
As if reading the thoughts off his face, Eris spoke calmly, “They are my people, Tarquin.”
Beneath the table, Tarquin gripped his chair tighter, ignoring the sound of his name fall from Eris’s lips.
“Like you said, the people are essential to the Court’s functioning. Look what happened to Spring. Its lands are deserted, with their High Lord the only beast left to roam around them. I do not want Autumn to share Spring’s fate.”
“I’m not going to exile my citizens and betray the trust they put in my Court,” Tarquin said, his tone unyielding.
Eris’s lips tightened. “I’m not asking you to exile anyone. I am asking you to encourage them to consider returning home.”
Paint a picture of a reformed Autumn, safe under new leadership. That’s what Eris truly wanted. But how was Tarquin to know that Autumn was truly safe? No matter what Eris had said, those Fae were still his people—whether they’d been born in Summer or not. He would protect them at all costs.
“What if they already found their home here?” he asked.
For a moment, there was only silence.
“Please, Tarquin.”
Eris Vanserra never pleaded. Perhaps that is why Tarquin now searched his face, and, for the first time today, truly allowed himself to take it in—take in the tiredness that perhaps carved deeper than he’d originally thought. A part of him, one that was not the High Lord of the Summer Court, wanted nothing more but the believe Eris had truly cared for those people—had truly wanted to create a home for them that his father had taken away.
Tarquin leaned back in his chair. “I will tell the Autumn Fae of your visit, and of my impression.”
Eris nodded, the barest of creases smoothed out from his forehead. “Thank you.”
“But I refuse to lie to my people when I have no certainty that the cruelty of the Autumn Court has been put to rest along with your father.”
Eris had gone quiet. Seconds had passed, each one longer than the other, and Tarquin found himself holding his breath.
“Then come with me,” Eris finally said.
This, Tarquin did not expect.
“What?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“Come with me. To the Autumn Court. Let me prove my Court is worth becoming a home to my—to our—people again.”
Water had the ability to put out any fire—he could end this there and then. But looking into Eris’s eyes, Tarquin decided he would let his fire burn for a little longer.
“Alright.”
#eris x tarquin#eris x tarquin fic#eris vanserra#tarquin#acotar#acotar fic#my writing#shadowban hides my tags so any reblogs are appreciated <3
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Master List!
Now that I’m posting reguarly I figured it was time to create a masterlist of what I’ve written. :)
I’m still taking Song/Character prompts for the Taylor Swift X ACOTAR drabbles, but as always my asks are open for any prompts. I will get to them all eventually!
Taylor Swift X ACOTAR Drabbles Master List
Lucien -
Pretty Little Liar (Revised) - Coming Soon
Cassian-
Big Illyrian Baby - Cassian/Reader Fluff
#acotar x reader#acotar x you#acotar fanfic#acotar fanfiction#eris x you#eris x reader#eris vanserra#acotar fic#lucien x reader#lucien x you#lucien fanfic#lucien vanserra#cassian x reader#cassian x you#cassian acotar#tarquin x reader#tarquin acotar#rhysand x reader#rhys acotar#azriel x you#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x reader#reader x azriel
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Poll: Next IF Love Interests
Hello! I'm planning another IF (TSOR) to work on between regular stories, and I wanted to do a "Love Interest" interest check. If you can see this, who would you romance? Information about the plot of TSOR will be revealed when I iron things out a bit more, I don't want to get too ahead of myself before I see what I'm working with.
So far, these are the options that make the most sense with the general direction I'm going in!
Before you vote:
Read to the end before voting. You cannot change your vote.
This is not about having the most votes. This is an interactive story, so there will be multiple love interests to choose from within the story
If you see a character you like who you think won't have many votes, vote for them!
There will be flirt options for everyone, as well as a final lock-in option between those you've built a good enough relationship with
(+/ ) Means "with or without," as-in the option for a poly relationship where you engage romantically with both partners.
And, finally: Be respectful. This is not a discourse blog. I don't need to know if you see something you don't like, feel free to direct that energy towards supporting something you do like!
Why is there no one from the Night Court's IC here? Well, that would be one awkward family reunion. 🗻✨
#acotar x reader#acotar fic#Balthazar x reader#Eris x reader#Helion x reader#Kallias x reader#Viviane x reader#Lucien x reader#Elain x reader#Tamlin x reader#Tarquin x reader#arlathavellan: acotar#arlathavellan: poll#arlathavellan: TSOR
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Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra, Jurian/Vassa (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Tarquin (A Court of Thorns and Roses)/Original Female Character(s), Nesta Archeron/Eris Vanserra, Helion/Lady of the Autumn Court (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Feyre Archeron/Tamlin, Jesminda/Lucien Vanserra
Characters: Tamlin, Lucien Vanserra, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Vassa (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Jurian (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Eris Vanserra, Helion (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Lady of the Autumn Court (A Court of Thorns and Roses)
Additional Tags: Romance, Recovery Romance, Tamlin Redemption (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Not Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Therapy, Childhood Sweethearts, Arranged Marriage
Summary:
Tragedy almost struck the Spring Court when Tamlin Evergreen tried to take his own life. Lucien Vanserra manages to save his former Lord, but not his power.
Now that the Spring Court has a new High Lord and the horrors of war are behind them, both Tamlin and Lucien agree to help the new heir navigate court life and attempt to rebuild the broken Spring Court, along with healing themselves.
They weren't expecting to fall back in love in the process.
Chapter 9 is up!
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Eris x Tarquin is up bestie 😏🔥
PSA: Eris and Tarquin are a criminally underappreciated ship and @velidewrites has blessed us all with a multi-chapter fic that I’m obsessed with
Go check out the fic ASAP because the vibes are impeccable
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Rainy Season - Part 5
I Want Crazy
Azriel Eris x Reader
After a promotion to an emissary position by a meddling Tarquin, Y/N and Eris get much, much closer.
A/n: There will likely only be a couple more chapters of this fic. For those of you concerned by the previous chapter, please continue to trust the process. Our girl is intelligent.
Part 4 Part 6
Warnings: Language, brief mention of fertility struggles
Our first date, the seasons changed. It got washed away in a summer rain
He wasn’t what I expected, Eris Vanserra. Not that I ever fathomed what to expect or even considered it. In fact there was only a very short list of things I knew prior to the day we met:
-He was a High Lord.
-He’d been a secretive ally of the Night Court prior to his father’s demise.
-Azriel fucking hated him.
And after that day I knew everything I needed to:
-He was warm beyond the fire in his veins
-He was a just ruler
-He had a dry wit that sat well with my soul.
-I wanted to see him again.
After dancing that night, we ran back to Tarquin’s palace in the rain. It was the first time I’d been unable to contain my joy in far too long. I laughed, and skipped, and spun in circles the whole way back. Eris grumbled the entire way but I could see the amusement lit in his eyes. The next morning he met me for breakfast and found me again before he left for the Autumn Court.
He began finding reasons to visit the Summer Court more frequently and sought me out every time. It was no time before Eris became a close friend.
Tarquin - ever the cheeky, wonderful bastard - only gave me knowing smiles when he’d catch us walking the palace grounds. According to Cresseida, The High Lord of the Summer Court was quite the romantic and had a knack for playing matchmaker. I was inclined to agree considering that after a month of spotting Eris and I around the grounds, Tarquin made a proposition to me. I could still teach my classes but he needed a temporary emissary to the Autumn court as they negotiated border, trade, and tariff agreements. Given my recent closeness with the High Lord of Autumn and overall wonderful (debatable) disposition, he found me to be the perfect candidate. With that, I found myself on official court business in the Autumn Court.
Who cares if you’re all I think about?
I was nervous on the first visit to Autumn. I knew things were different under Eris’ reign but the stories of Beron’s cruelty within his own keep were enough to warrant a bit of caution.
My worries were quickly cast aside when Eris personally escorted me from the border and to his keep. The Autumn Court was stunning. The leaves on the trees were brighter than I’d ever seen. The hues ranging from gold to red absolutely stunning. I’d love to have Feyre one day paint it for me.
Smells of roasting chestnuts, hickory smoke, crisp leaves, apple cider, and autumn air filled my nose. On the way, Eris stopped by a small farm where the owner allowed us to pick what Eris called the finest Honeycrisp apples in all of Prythian. I’d never had that variety before and though I had nothing to compare them against, the apples had the perfect crunch and just the right ratio of tart and sweet. He paid the farmer handsomely for a bucket of them and several pie pumpkins for his kitchens.
The Autumn Keep was far from the drab stone castle that I’d pictured. Eris clearly went to great strides to ensure the ghost of Beron Vanserra had no hold here. The grand rooms were filled with maple accents, rugs and tapestries with hues greens, golds, oranges and reds. Fires roared in massive fireplaces and autumnal spices filled the air.
And despite the beauty of the keep. I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off of the tall, handsome redhead walking alongside me.
Once I was settled for the stay, we did meet to discuss political matters which took countless hours, but I was rather impressed with the ease of our negotiations. He and Tarquin had similar visions for the economic future within their courts.
We enjoyed dinner together, indulged in autumnal wines, including a hot mulled wine that flushed my cheeks. Or so I told Eris that was the reason for the blush on my features, and certainly not the way way he’d refer to me as “my lady” or “little fox.”
We’d stayed up late, sitting by a bon fire outside beneath the Autumn Skies. There was music and dancing, spiked ciders, and caramel apples. I could see why Eris loves his court.
We, of course, kept respectful distance from eachother as not to spark any gossip of anything more than friendship between he and I. Yet somehow, hours later, we found ourselves in a private courtyard - a small fire burning as we lay back on a blanket together. I began to shiver as the evening chill grew cooler. As I went to bid Eris goodnight and head for the warmth within Castle Walls, he halted me.
“Come here” he spoke. His voice low.
I scooted a bit closer.
“Come closer, little fox. I won’t bite.”
He refrained from adding “unless you ask me to” but that was readable enough in his heavy lidded gaze.
So I laid beside him, my head nestled between his chest and shoulder as his heat warmed my body. I showed him various constellations that I’d learned of during my time in the Night Court and he did a terrible job of visualizing them. He tried though. He told me how he used to wish on shooting stars, how he still found himself occasionally wishing upon them. I teared up when he told me of the wishes he’d made back then for his mother and Lucien, for himself, to one day escape Beron’s cruelty. For a better life. A better Court.
When we saw a shooting star later, he made a wish and told me it was bad luck to tell someone else the wish.
And I, despite everything that had turned upside down in life, found myself struggling to ask for anything more than what I had in that moment.
When we finally said goodnight I realized his own suite was right next to the one he had set me up in.
I woke in a sweat sometime hours before dawn. Pain ripping through my chest. Azriel once again pulling on the fucking bond with no regard for the feelings of despair he was shoving to me. This time was worse than usual, the waves of grief continuing to grow stronger and stronger all the time. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t deserve this. This was a bed of his own making and yet I still had to suffer beyond what I’d already been through. Sleeping through it was futile and the room’s darkness began to suffocate me.
I padded from my room to a common area outside of the suites, sat before the fireplace and worked on breathing through it.
Though I tried my best to remain quiet, Eris apparently had a sharp sense of hearing as he wandered into the room, seating himself on the floor beside me. If I hadn’t been in such a sorry state, perhaps I would have noticed the low slung gray sweatpants and broad muscled chest of the half-naked High Lord- no, friend - beside me.
He took my hand. “Hey, fox, look at me.” I lifted my gaze to his. “You’ve got this. Breathe for me.” I took a shallow breath. “Can you breathe deeper for me, little one?” He placed a hand on my shoulder while the other remained on my hand. I took a deeper breath and let it out slowly.
“Good girl.”
Eris sat with me in silence on a plush couch once my breathing steadied. Still too worked up to fall back asleep, I nestled myself against Eris’ chest while his fingers ran through my hair in soothing, repetitive strokes.
It was hours later that I awoke, finding that I’d fallen asleep on him. I tried shifting away slowly but a sleeping Eris only held his arm around me tighter as I pulled. We slept like that a while longer.
The rest of the trip went by uneventfully. We discussed further trade options and Eris spent the evenings working with me on how to close off the bond to Azriel’s feelings. While I was already excellent at shutting down sending my feelings down the bond, cutting off his feelings was what I needed help with. By the end of the stay I could only feel his emotions slightly.
I expressed my gratitude to Eris who only waived off my thanks. “Anyone would have done it.” Yet he was the only one who tried. What I didn’t tell Eris was that as Azriel’s end of the bond silenced and the depths of my soul went from overflowing to filled with contentment, my thoughts began drifting to happier things, drifted to him.
Front porch and one more kiss. It doesn't make sense to anybody else.
The fifth month after I left, my grandparents held an outdoor feast for our family and friends in celebration of a holiday of one of the lesser Summer gods they worshipped.
It was far from a religious event. There was always wine, dancing, and lively conversation at these celebrations with none of the boring sermons that typically came with such events.
I invited Eris, and to my delight he came. My drunken sister made plenty of comments over how pretty of a pair of “friends” we made, with overemphasis on the word. My sweet, protective nephew took to Eris right away, deciding that after what Azriel put me through, anyone was better than him. He had no tolerance for cheating or sympathy for adulterers from the time he was old enough to understand what it meant and that his father had cheated on my sister during her pregnancy (real stand up guy) though my sister was so far out of his league that he’d have to reach the stars to find someone better. Obviously she’d left him immediately and she and my nephew were better off for it.
My family tried their best and failed miserably to act normal with the High Lord of the Autumn Court in their presence. Fortunately, Eris paid no mind and had won everyone over by the end of the night.
Despite his aversion to the sand, Eris accepted my invitation to camp on the beach so we could enjoy my favorite part of the night, the fireworks shooting off over the bay.
As the finale approached, I pouted.
“I hate when they end.”
Gesturing toward himself, Eris replied. “It’s a good thing you have a High Lord at your disposal to light up the night any time you wish.”
Before I could reprimand him for the crude comment, he began shooting small orbs of fire toward the water in a rainbow of colors.
My eyes sparkled watching the vibrant flares. Soon enough the orbs into butterflies of fire flying through the air, some circling around me. One brushed my cheek and there was no pain, just a gentle flutter.
“That’s… Just wow, that’s incredible, Eris!”
He gave a shrug of nonchalance in return.
“I bet you do that for all the ladies, don’t you?”
Eris looked me in the eyes, something unreadable in them.
“Only the ones I want to kiss.”
A moment passed before I realized that he was entirely serious.
And that I WANTED to kiss him.
So I did.
We kissed under the stars. It was a hard, passionate kiss, our shared breaths riddled with desperation, a profession of the unspoken words between us, “I’ve been waiting for this.”
And when we eventually pulled apart, I looked into his eyes with a smile, genuine, full of adoration, and Eris gently grasped the back of my head, pulling me into another searing kiss.
We shared many more before dawn.
You can’t undo a fall like this.
When Eris returned to the Autumn Court, I tried feeling any remorse for what we’d done. I was technically still a mated female, though I’d left and due to Azriel’s infidelity nobody expected me to honor the bond.
The guilt never came.
Eris had to travel so I wasn’t able to see him for the next couple weeks but we wrote back and forth often through enchanted notes. Curiosity or concern must have gotten the best of him because eventually he asked:
“Do you regret it?”
I knew exactly what he referred to.
“I regret many things, Eris. None of which pertain to you.”
I sent the letter to him with confidence. I did not regret a single thing about the night our lips collided on the beach.
“Thank the Mother, because I need to kiss you again.”
Heat radiated through me at his admission.
But then reality struck. He was the High Lord of the Autumn Court. I was the - separated, yes, but still - the mate of the Night Court’s Spymaster.
“Eris, I love spending time with you and will never regret it. You’ve helped me heal in ways I will never be able to repay you for. But this… how can this work? It’s messy.”
I sent the letter. My own heart crushing at the words. I didn’t want this to end but I couldn’t risk it going further just for reality to come crashing down on us.
Some time passed, the unease in my gut growing when his response appeared.
“If I wanted easy, I’d have married the daughter of some Autumn Lord. Nothing about my past has been easy and despite what some may believe, nothing worth having has come easily to me. Every second spent with you is worth it. Do not, Y/N, doubt that for one single moment. And perhaps this is crazy, but I would not want it any other way.”
It was that moment that I knew I wanted, I needed Eris as more than a friend.
“Then let’s be crazy, Eris Vanserra.”
I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"
The thing about immortality is that six months can bring more change than six decades or even centuries.
Six months ago I would have never dreamed that my mate would take the life we’d built over the years and tear it into shreds with those once sacred, beautiful scarred hands that I held reverently. The hands that placed the lovely mating band crafted from one of his own siphons on my finger after he’d made his vows, the hands that lovingly caressed my bare thighs through restless nights until sleep took me, hands that held me pressed to his chest and wiped away the tears of grief after yet another failed fertility cycle.
Those hands that held another and damned it all, the hands that came home and stroked my hair as pretty lies fell from his mouth, the hands that took my glass heart and dropped it.
I especially wouldn’t have dreamed that six months later I would be laying in the bed of the High Lord of the Autumn Court with his strong, warm hands holding me like this heart of mine that he’d forged anew was the most delicate, precious possession in his keep.
I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"
We’d spent the night together making love. The kind of love making that shifts something intrinsic within a person, the type where no matter what happens, a piece of you is forever changed. It was more than just giving my body to him, it was a claiming of the soul.
We lay in bed all morning, his long fingers tracing along the arch of my bare back as he pressed soft kisses along my shoulder and neck. Between kisses, his low voice whispered quiet hopes and dreams for the future.
I was just about to speak those three words that I’d only ever spoken to one other male when a loud knock came on the chamber door.
“For fuck’s sake” Eris muttered before shouting “Come back later!”
“We apologize, High Lord but this is urgent.” a muffled male voice replied through the closed door.
Eris growled, shifting out of bed and throwing on his sweatpants not bothering with a shirt. I enjoyed the view.
“This better be worth my while, lads.” Eris hissed in a tone that conveyed “I’m very fucking inconvenienced right now but understand that you are doing your duty as my sentries.”
“Apologies again, High Lord, but we’ve….”
The male outside the door cleared his throat in attempt to communicate that the matter should be discussed privately.
“It’s fine.” Eris grumbled. “Just get on with it.”
“We, well, High Lord, we’ve apprehended the Shadowsinger. He was making an attempt to infiltrate the keep.”
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The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 2
Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6, Final Part
Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"
AN: omg guys the love part 1 received has been so amazing. I seriously am so happy you're all loving this fic as much as me. As someone who hasn't written in so long it's been so fufilling to write this. Thank you for all the kind words. Please feel free to leave a comment! Hearing your guy's feedback is what motivates me to write!
Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring.
Warnings (so far): SA, starting to get a little steamy
Word count: 2704
(all photos are from pinterest)
The next morning I woke with a certain lightness to my step that I knew shouldn’t be there. My hands skimmed over the countless dresses looking for just the right one. All of the sudden I had started caring more about my appearance for council meetings. Deep down I know why.
I meet my brother and Lucien in the foyer per usual, and I feel Lucien’s fiery gaze rake over the lavender chiffon draped over my body. I told myself that I had selected the revealing dress because of how hot the Day court was, but I think I had other motives backing my choice.
The Day Court, like all other courts, was utterly beautiful. Large pillars stood all around and like the summer court it was entirely open air, allowing the sunlight and breeze to float into the room. I sit between Lucien and Tamlin at a large table with the other High Lord’s and nobility. My eyes scan the room for a hint of that violet that I dreamt about last night but I don’t find it. It isn’t until a few minutes later, when my skin starts buzzing, that the High Lord of Night steps into the room. His presence commending, his eyes immediately finding mine.
I feel him pluck at the bond as if to say hello. After speaking to him through my mind for so long it was almost strange to see him in real life. Somehow he was always much more handsome in person. Like no matter how many times I tried to put together the image of his face at night it never compares to the sheer glory and presence of him.
As Helion began speaking a voice crawled into my head.
I’m glad you find me so glorious, darling.
“Shh you nosey High Lord. I’m trying to listen,” I silence him and to my surprise he obliges.
Helion talks on and on and of course there is arguing between Kallias and Beron as there usually is but I couldn’t begin to tell you what about. I spend the entire meeting noticing every move the High Lord of Night made. When he breathed, or flexed his hands, adjusted his spot on his seat. Whenever I felt his eyes sliding over to me I would do my best to evade them.
See something you like? I look over to him and find his eyes smirking.
“Yeah actually, Eris is looking especially delicious today,” I tease, I don’t break eye contact with him.
He chuckles brushing off my comment. You’re a vision in purple mate, but if Lucien looks at your cleavage one more time I might just leap across the table and rip his only good eye out.
“So violent,” I muse disapprovingly, looking towards where Kallias is speaking about potential war with Hybern.
I save my most brutal acts of violence for those who seek to harm you darling. My eyes flit back at him and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he averts his gaze back to Kallias.
“Enough talk of war my friends, let us adjourn this meeting until next week.” Helion finally says, causing the rest of the council to let out a breath.
Tamlin doesn’t say a word before he and Lucien stand and make a beeline to Tarquin, most likely to talk about problems we’ve been having on the border. I take it as my queue to walk around the Day Court’s terrace and I secretly hope that a certain High Lord follows me.
The Day Court and the Summer Court are like twin sisters. Except the Day Court always felt like liquid gold. All around me I could see clouds and honeyed sunlight peeking through the them. The rays warmed my skin as I basked in them, leaning against one of the many large pillars.
“I knew you’d look amazing in this light,” drawled that voice I had secretly wanted to hear.
I glance over to find The High Lord admiring me, the light of the Day Court doing wonders for him as well. “You shouldn’t be here,” I say, trying to act like I mean it.
“Yet you wanted me to follow you,” he smirks knowingly, slowly stepping towards me.
“What makes you say that?”
“This,” he says, pulling on the bond again. I take a sharp breath in and he chuckles. “I’ll never get tired of that reaction.”
“I really hate it when you do that,” I grumble.
“No you don’t,” he muses using one arm to cage me into the pillar I’m leaning against.
“Yes I do,” I affirm. His other hand lifts my chin to meet his stare.
“No you don’t, you don’t hate anything about me. In fact you think I’m beautiful,” he smirks, somehow stepping even closer to me. “And, you want me to touch you right now, your skin is practically on fire for it.”
“My Lord-”
“I told you to call me Rhysand,” he cuts me off. I want to lie and tell him no, I want to push him away but I fear that even the action of me touching his chest, even for a moment, would be too much for me to bear.
“Rhys,” I breathe out. Before I can even think his lips are on mine swallowing the breath that held his name, just like he promised.
The kiss is hot and needy, built up from the last two weeks of torture. One of his hands finds my face while the other finds my waist. His frame presses me into the pillar behind me. I feel my body ignite in a way I didn’t know possible, I need him closer. I pull on the lapels of his jacket earning a low grumble from him.
“Say it again,” he says between kisses.
“Rhysand,” I moan, his name like a prayer on my lips.
“Fuck,” he groans before sliding a hand down under my knee and hoisting it up to wrap around his waist. The slit in my dress parted for him, giving him full access to my bare leg. I feel his lips drag across my neck leaving opened mouth kisses on me. I practically come undone for him, the only thing keeping me upright are his hands and the pillar behind me.
In the distance I can hear footsteps clicking across the floor, in a panic I winnow both of us further away. He breaks apart the kiss and gives me a bewildered look.
“Sorry, someone was coming,” I say breathlessly.
“Let them see,” he grins before stepping closer to me. I take a step back and he halts his movements, surprised.
“We can’t, my brother will kill me, kill you.” I remind him.
He lets out a chuckle like he’s completely unphased, “I promise you that I hold more power in my pinky than Tamilin does in his entire body.” he boasts.
“Still,” I start. “You’re the High Lord of the Night Court, his sworn enemy, my court's sworn enemy. Think of what they would say about me if the truth came out. What they would say about you. You’d be the monster who stole away the princess of spring.” I ramble.
“I’ve been called a monster by those who know nothing but stories of me my whole life, what’s one more?” he states.
“I’ve heard stories of your court, that it’s the part of Prythian where the most feared monsters and beings of our kind reside,” I say fearfully. I start to remember who he is. Not just a pretty face, but the High Lord of the Night Court. He’s dangerous, and he is a monster.
“Part of that is true,” he affirms, and I can see a tinge of hurt in his eyes.
“And the other part?” I ask on bated breath.
“You’ll see soon enough mate,” he says.
“My Lord we cannot be together,” I state firmly.
“Back to formalities now are we?” he sighs. “I’ve waited 500 years to find my mate y/n, don’t think for one second that I’m going to stay away from you just because you’re afraid of that pathetic excuse for a brother.”
“He’s not pathetic, he loves me!” I growl.
“You don’t know half the things you think you do about your brother,” he sneered.
As much as I hated to admit it he was right. Tamlin and I had never truly been close. We hardly ever did anything together. I always sensed a darkness in him that I couldn’t place. There was so much he simply refused to tell me just because I was a woman. But I couldn't bear that truth to Rhys, not when I needed his silence.
“This conversation is over,” I huff before walking away, I feel him grasp my arm.
“No darling it’s not,” Rhys says with frustration in his eyes.
“Wanna bet?” I ask smugly before winnowing back to the Spring Court.
The next few days I don’t hear from Rhysand, and I don’t feel a tug on the bond. All of the sudden my life is filled with a sense of melancholy, I never had before. I had grown so used to his constant tugging on the bond or his remarks throughout my daily life that I felt a little empty without him.
So empty that I now found myself nudging around the food on my plate at dinner. Lucien had been out with the emissary of the Summer Court fixing the problems on the border, which meant it was just me and Tamlin.
We spend the whole meal in silence until he finally breaks it, “I have something I want to discuss with you,” he says, placing his napkin down on the table.
“What is it?” I ask, starting to wonder if maybe he saw me and Rhysand the other day.
“I’ve been talking with Beron Vanserra, and it seems that his eldest son Eris has taken a liking to you. We think it might be in the best interest of our two courts if you two were to marry.” he says casually, as if the words weren’t a huge punch to the gut.
“What?” I breathe in disbelief.
“Come on y/n this has always been our plan, to get you an advantageous marriage.” he reminds me, irritation laced in his voice.
“Not my plan Tamlin, yours.” I seethe. “Eris is a viper, I won’t marry him.”
“You’ll do as you're told and that’s final!” he screams slamming his fists down on the table making the silverware rattle.
I leave my plate full of food on the table and get up. If I wasn’t hungry before I certainly am not now. I leave the dining room and make sure to slam the door on my way out. The halls of the palace were dark save for the moonlight drifting through the windows. My mind was a mess of Tamlin’s words, I was so angry I could hardly think beyond it. At the end of the hall there was a door and even from where I was I could see the doorknob turning. A head of red hair popped through the door and Lucien stumbled to close it.
I kept my head down trying to avoid him but it was no use. The second he passed me his hands were on me shoving me into the nearest wall.
“Hello my flower,” he slurred.
“You’re drunk Lucien,” I pointed out, jerking my head away.
“Yes I suppose I am, the emissary for the summer court knows how to celebrate. We went to a tavern after completing the job on the border to indulge in some women and maybe a few drinks,” he chuckled.
“Yeah a few hundred drinks you fucking idiot,” I gripe trying to get out of his grasp but his hands only pin my wrists tighter.
“It was fun, but being around all those women made me long for my little flower,” he smiled drunkenly before kissing my neck.
For months now he’s been doing this, stealing touches whenever he could, and kissing my neck like this when he was feeling really bold, or in this case, drunk. He never took it further than that though. Never kissing, never fully fucking me, and I think it’s because he knew that it would be where Tamilin drew the line. But tonight he was drunk, in a way I had never seen him before, and I wasn’t sure if the line that had held for so many months would be held now.
“Get the fuck off me Lucien,” I growl trying to push him off again.
He completely ignores me, “You know my dear I’ve let my hands wander every expanse of this magnificent body, but I have yet to taste you,” he says lowly. “I think I’m going to change that.”
I don’t even get a chance to try and fight before his lips are on mine. He tastes like shitty whiskey and he smells like cheap perfume. It’s vile and it has me sick to my stomach. I find my opening to rip my lips off him and take it.
“Lucien what the fuck!” I scream in his face. His eyes just go down to my heaving chest, where my breasts are pushed up high due to my corset.
“And these,” he drawls before placing open mouth kisses on the peaks of my breasts. His hand lets go of my wrist and flies to my waist to pull me closer to him and I take the change of position as an opportunity to knee him between his legs.
His knees hit the ground and I run down the hall towards my room. I slam and lock the door as fast as possible, barricading myself in with a chair. I pace back and forth trying to dispel the pent up adrenaline that’s inside of me but in the end I sink to my knees and start to cry.
What happened?
That calming voice cleaves its way through my mind and it feels like a huge weight off my chest has been lifted.
“It was Lucien he tried to…” I let my voice trail off not even wanting to finish the sentence. I know the High Lord of Night is at the complete other end of Prythian but I swear I feel the ground beneath me tremble.
Did he? He asks, like he would winnow here right now and make due on his promise of ripping out his good eye.
“No, I fought him off,” I assure him.
Are you safe?
“As safe as I can be, I barricaded the door,” I say, as my heart rate calms down.
You shouldn’t have to live in a place where you have to barricade yourself in your room.
“Well I do so I’m handling it the best I can,” I gripe at him. I would gladly change the situation if I could but I can’t. There's a silence and I can feel him ruminating over my words as I crawl into bed.
I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said it like that.
“It’s okay I understood what you meant,” I say pulling the covers up to my chin like they might protect me.
And I’m sorry for what I said about Tamlin. I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you, he’s your brother, of course you’re going to defend him.
“It’s okay, maybe everything you said about Tamlin wasn’t entirely false,” I confess remembering the conversation that had me fleeing the dining room in the first place.
What happened?
A moment passes and I think about telling him. But saying it almost makes it real and I choose not to, “I’d rather not talk about it now. Too much has happened tonight,” I say
Alright we won’t then. I sense disappointment in his voice but I am happy that he respects my wishes.
“Rhys?”I ask, and there’s a hesitation there.
Yes darling? He purrs and I can hear him practically swooning at the fact that I said his name.
“I don’t wanna be alone, will you stay up with me?” I confess feeling like I’m baring my soul.
Of course I will darling, all night if you want me to.
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Ready Chilled Wines Maternity Celebration MasterList
As you all have figured out, or are figuring out, my baby girl is here if these are posting instead of being little previews 💜
I will be away for a little bit, but I'm checking in when I can, so please do not be offended if I cannot get back to you right away.
(An update on Lizzy and baby will be posted here by baby daddy once she is actually here. He says this is the only time he will do this, and we love him for that)
One shot fics:
Little One - Azriel x Rhysand's Sister Oc - after arriving home for the first time in 50 years, Rhysand is shocked to find someone so small in his sister's arms. (Fluff)
Happily Ever After - Lucien finds himself in familiar arms After Elain rejects the bond (Lucien x Spring Court Oc) -angst w happy ending
Thrive - After being sent to the Spring court by her new High Lord, y/n Vanserra is in for a bigger surprise and welcome home than she could have ever imagined. (Smut)
All That Glitters - Helion x Night Court Oc - Helion has read books on the fae for years, studying their anatomy, their lives, and their habits. When Rhysand sends him a pretty illyrian emissary for trade negotiations, though, Helion jumps on the opportunity to learn about the female wing structure - Helion x illyrian!oc - (wing play, NSFW, porn with little plot)
Pen Name - A romantic evening between lovers is interrupted when Cassian and Rhys want to bitch about Sellyn Drake's newest novel. - Azriel x reader - (teasing, fluff)
Thread and Finery - the three Vanserra siblings are about to attend Lyria's first Night Court Solstice party, so the three of them do what they do best. Coordinate outfits. Lyria, Lucien, and Eris - (a farewell message, sibling love, fluff)
Runaway Love - Amren and Rhysand's sister have begun to grow closer since Feyre took her duties from her. Amren, seeing she's hurting and needing time away, invites her friend to Summer, she just didn't plan on happened next or having to explain it to Rhysand - Tarquin x Rhysand's Sister Oc - told from Amren's pov - (love at first sight, fated mates, elopement, against brother's wishes)
Fire and Ice - y/n Vanserra has always had a sound head on her shoulders. Unless it comes to the High Lord of Winter. Then she is nothing more a puddle of mush under his touch - reader x Kallias (NSFW, Smut, temperature play, friends to lovers, mutual pinning)
Light in the Hallway - Everything is finally peaceful in Autumn. Eris is High Lord, y/n is his High Lady, and peace has settled across the Court just in time for the arrival of Eris's firstborn. -Daddy!Eris x reader - told from the perspective of y/n spying on Eris and the babe - (fluff)
Solstice Specials:
From This Day Until Our Last - Azriel and Lyria - fluff and smut - what do you buy the male who says he has everything he could ever want?
For Rich or For Poor - Rhys and Rhiannon - Rhiannon and Rhys struggle with finding each other the perfect solstice gift NSFW
Pack Mentality- Eris and Amelia - fluff - it's an Autumn Court tradition for males to present their mates with a kit, and Amelia just wants to gift Eris something he struggled to walk away from.
The First Noel - Rhys and Aelia - angst to fluff- Rhysand knew he could never live up to the standards the Winter Court had for Solstice. But it's the thought that counts, right?
#acotar#acotar x reader#azriel acotar#azriel#azriel x reader#eris vanserra#rhys x reader#rhysand x reader#rhys acotar
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Touch in the Dark: pt. i
Pairing: Rhysand x fem!Vanserra!reader
Based of this ask
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: abuse, angst, poorly proofread
Author’s note: I got really inspired w this one and got carried away per usual! This is going to be a mini fic at most a 3 part!!
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The sensuous tremor of the music rumbled through the room. Another night for Amarantha to make a fool of someone, you thought as you arrived at her throne room with your brothers. You stood by Eris, a mask of a scowl on your face as you watched her court be merry—if that’s why you could call it. All dancing, grinding on one another, drinking the fae wine, and over indulging on food. To be so fortunate to think this prison was homely must have been an ignorant bliss you hadn’t had the privilege to think. You had hardly found the appetite to eat twice a day if it weren’t for your eldest brother and mother.
Years turned into decades, and the relentless tyranny of the red-headed woman felt like an eternity. As your brothers dispersed into the crowd, you remained with Eris. Due to Lucien’s escape from your father’s suffocating grasp, Eris became your closest ally.
“What’s your strategy for tonight?” Eris queried, both of you observing the crowd.
Nonchalantly adjusting your gown’s sleeves, you responded, “Check on mother, evade father and our brothers, and hope Amarantha doesn’t summon me.”
“Stay inconspicuous, Y/n,” Eris cautioned, his gaze piercing. “I’m serious.”
You scoffed, “Easier said than done.”
“Father’s aware of your recent…activities.”
You bit your lip, of course he did. He always learned what bidding Amarantha made you do—not like you could avoid it. Either suffer at the hands of that cruel woman or suffer from the hands of your father. You had experienced both, and your father’s sadist ways were getting off easy nowadays.
“You think our court’s morals matter down here, Eris?” You retorted curtly.
“You can still have modesty,” he bit back. “When we get out of here, nobody will ever want you after hearing how many nobles and lords you’ve bedded.”
Your eyes flashed with anger, “you know I have no say in the matter. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Pushing past him, you needed distance from the constant reminders of your grim reality.
Scanning the room, you took a wine-filled goblet from a passing servant. Settling at a secluded table, and sighing. You hadn’t known why Amarantha had made you one of her harlots. It took you years to comply with the bidding before finally letting go of your morality.
“I knew I could smell filth, Lady Fox.” A voice purred from behind you. You tensed as the Night Court High Lord, Rhysand, took a seat next to you. The despair you had felt turned into an ice with close proximity to the dark haired violet eyed male.
“Are you sure those aren’t Amarantha’s sheets you just rolled in that you’re smelling?” You replied smoothly.
He narrowed his eyes at you, “did Tarquin not satisfy you enough? Or did you not collect enough secrets for her liking last night and got punished?”
Rhysand could be insufferable. He had always held a disdain toward you, one that started as unwarranted until it was. You had once been a close friend to his cousin, Morrigan. Both of you were able to bond over the fact both your families hated females and only saw them as property and assets. Then your brothers had left her for dead in the woods of your court when they found she had been sullied. A note from her parents nailed to her womb.
You had mourned quietly for days for her, until Eris had broken through the wards you put up so no one could bother you. Everyone associated you to be just as cruel and nasty like your father and brothers—never taking into consideration you were your own person. Had considered the actions your family have done wounded you, and you always paid a price for them. No friends that weren’t actually friends, only scared of the consequences if they didn’t hang around you. No one you could trust without fear they’d report everything you have said to your family. That alone filled you with enough spite and resentment to become the vision everyone already had perceived you as.
“He was quite satisfactory,” you hummed, taking a sip from your glass. It was average at best, you wouldn’t let the deceitful high lord know.
Since you had been locked under this Mother forsaken place, he had been damn near the bane of your existence. Always going the extra mile to make this living nightmare a living hell for you. Poking and prodding you, knowing you couldn’t do much in retaliation.
He gave you a disgusted look and caught a servant on their way out of the room with a tray of drinks. He leaned over and plucked one off the platter like you had done prior. You couldn’t help but notice as he leaned over where his tattoos peaked from under his shirt, lashings danced over his taut back underneath the dark fabric. Your scowl had turned to frown.
“Did you not satisfy her majesty last night?” There was no venom to your words. You hadn’t known the prized possession of Amarantha had still been punished like her little spies and sex workers. You thought he got off easy since she still allowed him some of his magic, offered him one of the best suites in this prison, and more authority than anyone else down here.
He cooly leaned back, adjusting his shirt as if he knew what you saw. Then taking the drink down his throat in one gulp. He used his sleeve to wipe the drop that dropped from the corner of his mouth. His violet eyes meeting yours, a dangerous warning in those orbs.
“I wouldn’t go snooping around, Lady Fox.” Was all he said, getting up from the table and melded into the crowd of courtiers.
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The thin fabric worsened the sting of your back as it moved against the wounds that had been inflicted on you hours prior. You quietly snuck out of your family’s suite feeling suffocated being in the same vicinity as them. After the underwhelming festivities of the night your father had cornered you with your elder brothers in the suite, no Eris or your mother in sight. The poker from the fireplace in his hand, and your brothers ripping your dress down the back, constraining you.
The shame you brought upon this family was all that you could hear echoing off the halls, though they were eerily silent. Filthy whore scratching down your mind as the friction of fabric on your back reminded you of the burning iron that branded your skin. You had walked mindlessly through the halls, trying to escape your thoughts. To grasp whatever sanity was left in your mind. You no longer cried when punished, only letting the fire that was dampered for now simmer inside you. You learned crying only fed the cruelty of your father and brothers.
You sat at the top of the main staircase that led to all the suites under the mountain. You clenched your teeth, hissing, as you shrugged down the straps of your nightgown so the cold air could hit the hot wounds. Bending over, hugging your knees and rocking, getting accustomed to the chill.
“It’s not wise to be out of your suite at night, Lady Fox.” That familiar chastising voice filled the silent halls. You looked up to see Rhysand walking up the stairs towards you. You straightened up, wincing, tugging the straps up to your nightgown.
“Couldn’t I say the same?” You mustered a sneer. He was still in his clothes from earlier, slightly crumpled and wrinkled now. You could smell Amarantha on him, making your nose crinkle.
“Pain doesn’t suit you.” He said simply. “Take a walk with me.” He reached out. You hesitantly looked at his outstretched hand he offered. “I won’t bite or scold you.”
You let him take your smaller dainty hand into his rough calloused one. Fighting the seethe and sharp intake of breath as he helped you up, your muscles sore from exhaustion.
You two didn’t talk as he led you through the halls of suites. His hand still holding yours, you wondered if he had realized it. You were too numb to care or admit that warmth brought slight comfort.
“You’re not bringing me to her, are you?” You whispered. You two walked in a wing you weren’t familiar with, and your blood ran slightly cold with every step you took with the High Lord.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun tonight, Lady Fox?” The sarcasm dripped from his tongue. “I’m not as cruel as you Vanserra’s.” You gave him a side eye, him only offering a tight lipped smile.
He led you to a door, opening it and letting you in first. He closed the door, locking it behind him. With a snap of his fingers the fireplace roared to life, causing you to flinch. It was a bedroom. His bedroom.
“I didn’t realize you actually occupied your bedroom, I thought you rumpled about hers every night.” You said icily, taking all the details of the room in.
A large bed in the middle neatly made with dark silk sheets, a fur lined duvet, and a knitted throw blanket at the end. A dark mantled fireplace with a couple chairs in front. A wardrobe and dresser against the wall, and a door that you assumed led to a bathroom.
“She would be so fortunate to have me grace her bedroom every night.” A feline smile on his lips, his teeth brightly gleaming in the firelight. “Take a seat.” He made a gesture with his head to his bed. He walked through the door in the corner, hearing him rummage through some cabinets as you sat on the edge of the plush mattress.
Your bed wasn’t even this comfortable, you thought as you rolled your shoulders in discomfort. He came back out moments later with medical supplies and in some night clothes. He set them on the stand next to the bed, and sat next to you.
He went to reach for the straps of your nightgown, but pulled away slightly. “Do you mind?” He asked. You shook your head as you faced away from him. He took the straps and slid them down your arms. His touch was surprisingly gentle, being careful as the fabric slightly stuck to your wounds pulling your gown down. He cursed under his breath as he saw what your father had done. You're sure he had seen the healed wounds that littered your back as well, you had more than you could count by now from even before under the mountain.
Another silence had fallen upon the two of you, with only quiet hisses as he cleaned your back. Your eyes blankly staring at the poker by the fireplace.
The centuries of existence you would have never thought that Rhysand would be tending to your wounds—maybe causing them, but never gingerly applying tonic and bandages to your spine. Your shoulders tensed as he brushed some hair away, his fingers sending goosebumps down your arms.
“What would you do if we were finally freed?” He asked thoughtfully.
Your breath stilled at the question. “I-I don’t know.” You stammered.
“Would you leave the Autumn Court?” He dabbed at your back. You had thought numerous times about leaving. Like your brother had.
You cleared your throat, “I couldn’t leave my mother with them by herself.” Your father treated her atrociously, and she had been the only one to show you true love. You had often opted to take the brunt of your father’s brute behavior to save her from it, if you could help it. He only hummed in response at your answer.
“What would you do?”
“I would visit my mother’s old home in Illyria.” He didn’t hesitate with his answer. You bit your lip, you had heard from Lucien what happened about what happened to Rhysand’s mother and sister. You had thought your family had been cruel, but Tamlin’s were gods awful. Tamlin still proved to be awful, he was the reason you all had been under the mountain. You were able to at least sympathize with him on that.
“The Spring Court revels in anguish.” Was all you could say.
He chuckled darkly, “always. Reckoning will come for them soon.” All of you. It had been forty eight years of this curse, it was quickly creeping up to fifty. Soon everyone would feel that reckoning. He finished bandaging your back, smoothing them all over.
He got up to put the supplies away, leaving you awkwardly feeling exposed, sitting there with your nightgown only covering your lower half. You started to pull it up, but he came out with a dark cotton shirt. He handed it to you. His eyes stayed locked on yours as you took the shirt.
“You can sleep here, I’ll wake you before the servants and guards start roaming.” He told you as you slipped the shirt over your head, standing up to discard your blood stained nightgown from yourself. The shirt had stopped mid thigh, the cool air hitting your legs.
“Thank you,” you murmured as you set the soiled gown on the chair by the fireplace. “You didn’t have to help me.”
“She’s expecting you to do some bidding later. Can’t have you restless and burned. The scars should be gone by then.” He said void of emotion, but you saw a flash of something unreadable in those eyes as he spoke. He untucked the sheets and blankets for you.
There had been a reason for his motives in helping you, of course. Not just out of pure kindness. You felt stupid for not thinking of that in the first place.
“I’ll sleep in the chair.” He grabbed the throw.
You got in the bed, pulling the covers up, the feeling of the silk soft on your bare skin. “This is your bed, it’s big enough for us both.”
“Inviting me to bed already?” He smirked at you. Your cheeks heated in embarrassment, and he merely smiled walking to the other side. “No funny business.” He mocked sternly, slipping under the covers.
You rolled your eyes, before turning on your side away from him. “Goodnight.”
“G’night Lady Fox.” He snapped his fingers, the fire smoldering to just coals. Letting the sound of smoldering ember lull you to a restless sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed the first part! Feel free to like, reblog, reply with feedback!! My requests are open to request any idea for fics, blurbs, or headcanons!!
#acotar fanfic#acotar fanfiction#rhysand x reader#rhysand acotar#Rhysand imagine#Rhysand x reader fic#acotar fic#Rhysand
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Waterfire | Masterlist
Summary: An unexpected request from the new High Lord of the Autumn Court unravels a series of events that are sure to leave Tarquin's heart changed forever.
Pairing: Tarquin x Eris Vanserra
Chapter 1 | 5k
Chapter 2 | coming soon
Chapter 3 | coming soon
#finally working on a masterlist so i made this to attach to the main one#waterfire#eris x tarquin#eris x tarquin fic#acotar#acotar fic#my writing
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While I’m still working on my Taylor Drabbles I’m still taking a small break (meaning I listened to nothing but Taylor Swift for two months and need a small break from her music). But thought it’d be fun to do @honeybeefae ‘s ACOTAR bingo cards. I’ll play until we get a bingo on the SFW and if there is interest i might try my hand at the NSFW. 😉
#acotar fanfiction#acotar fic#acotar x reader#lucien x reader#azriel x reader#azriel x you#fanfiction#lucien x you#rhysand x reader#cassian x reader#eris x reader#tamlin x reader#helion x reader#tarquin x reader
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Confessions (Eris X Reader) *
Warnings: Angst, and my first fic with smut. So yeah, a little plot but mostly SMUT. Oral, female receiving, actual sex, and maybe a sweet talking kink.
Eris and the emissary both have hidden feelings, but Eris has never been good at expressing emotions, especially jealousy...
I walk down the hall, trying not to listen to the intensely infuriating male tailing me, bragging loudly about how back in the throne room how he had managed to convince his father to join forces with the Summer Court. My court.
“I’m just saying-” He drawled, staring at me as he kept pace with my increasingly fast footsteps. “Wasn’t it supposed to be your job to convince them? Maybe if I sucked up to Tarquin as much as you do, I could be emissary too-”
I turned towards him, diplomacy be damned- and pinned him against the wall, letting him see the raging power in my eyes. “I don’t know what your problem is today lordling, but I will not tolerate your ridicule.”
He grinned, fire swirling in his eyes as he looked at my arms, caging him against the wall. “How bold of you emissary, and here I thought you were here to please me.”
I snarled, dropping my arms and storming off.
Not looking back to see if he followed me, I went into my room, slamming the door behind me.
I hissed as I ran my hands through my ornately styled hair, ruining hours of hard work.
For the most part, I had grown to like the male. There was more to him than people thought. I had seen with my own eyes that when he had an option between good and bad, he chose to do good.
Sometimes we would flirt a bit too, but never had he spoken to me like that. Not like the way he did with everyone else.
I stormed over to my bed, grabbing one of the fluffy pillows and shoving it to my face, screaming into it.
I hated it. I hated this. Because for the last week, I had been working up the courage to tell him…
Fuck, I still couldn’t even imagine saying it to him, especially right now.
You know how the worst thing they could say is no? Well, Eris is a walking demonstration that isn’t the case.
I had seen him completely destroy people if he found them, or what they did distasteful.
Maybe I thought he was a good male, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be cruel if the mood struck him.
I looked in the long mirror that towered over me. I looked like an absolute mess.
I tore out the circlet I was wearing, along with all the other pretty jewels.
Staring into the mirror, I stared into my own eyes, speaking softly to myself.
“I love you. That’s all you have to say. Three stupid little words.”
Leaning my head against the mirror, I felt pathetic.
I was way too sober for this.
A few drinks later in the privacy of my room, not only was I still not ready, I felt even more pathetic.
Being a little tipsy, I decided to take a walk, hoping to calm my nerves and clear my head.
It wasn’t long before I was walking through the hallways, barely cleaned up enough to be presentable, but no one was out at this hour anyway.
I saw the hall that led to the library, and I paused.
The smell of books and the stories they held always cheered me up. I was sure a good book and a comfy chair could help my hurting heart.
I entered the library only to see the red headed male that smelled of cider, crisp autumn air, and fire that consumed my nights and days.
He looked up, noticing me right as I was turning to leave.
“Y/N, please…”
I paused, my breath caught in my throat as I waited for him to continue.
“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked as he spoke, and I turned around to see his red hair hanging in his eyes as he looked up at me, lips slightly parted and his eyes wide with a mixture of guilt and loneliness.
“Why did you even say all of that in the first place?” I asked, letting the door close as I walked further in, standing next to him.
He looked up at me and swallowed thickly. “I was jealous.”
My breath caught as I stared into the depths of his beautiful red eyes. “Of who? Tarquin?”
His hands fisted and he looked away. “Of Tarquin, of all the males who look at you, of all the males you flirt with. I’m jealous of all of it.”
He laughed, the sound devoid of joy. “I’m pathetic, aren’t I? Not only do I not tell you how I feel, but I make you suffer for it.”
I don’t even think he realizes what he's confessing.
Moving so I was right in front of him, I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “You are not pathetic, you are not bad,” I pushed some of the hair out from in front of his eyes, “You have had a hard life, a life where your family taught you to be cruel. I see the scars you hide that your father inflicts. I know that inside you have the potential to be great.”
His eyes are tearing up, looking up at me as if I was some sort of deity, blessing him.
“I know this, because I love you Eris. I’ve loved you for so very long, and I know that you have a good heart.”
It takes him a moment to realize what I had said, the meaning.
Before he can respond, I lower my lips to his, kissing him softly before pulling back.
He blinked, his whole demeanor changing in milliseconds as he shot up, his hands interlacing in my hair as he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue exploring as I let out a slight whimper.
Drawing back, his breath came out in pants, and I could tell he was barely holding himself back.
Lust clouded my mind, and I barely heard what he said. “What?” I murmured, wishing his lips were back on mine again.
“Did you mean it? Do you love me?” He asks, and I’m suddenly stone cold sober at the vulnerability in his eyes.
I once again bring my hands up to cup his face, stroking his jawline gently. “I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I was just so sure you’d see my flaws and turn me away. I was a coward.” I say the last part, looking away so I don’t have to see the look on his face as he realizes what a huge mistake he’s made.
He gently guides my face so I’m once again looking him in the eyes, and he looks down at me with such love and wonder that I almost crumple right then and there.
“I would never turn away from you my darling. Never you.” He leaned down, placing his mouth on my neck, speaking in between kisses, “You are an angel.” I struggled not to let out a moan as the scent of his arousal hit me, his hands massaging my hips gently. “Ever since I first saw you, that first snarky remark, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
He drew back, looking down at me lovingly. “You are too good for me, but now that I know that you like me back, I will fight like hell to make sure I can keep seeing that sassy little smirk you love to send my way.”
“I love you.” I said, throwing my arms around his shoulders. “And I never want to be apart from you again.”
He growled, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to keep my wits about me as I started to drown in this male.
Hoisting me up, he turned us, placing me on the large comfy chair he had just been lounging in.
“Do you want this?” He asked, his thumbs gently grazing my hardened nipples as his voice dropped an octave, staring at my already abused lips.
I nodded, and he stopped breathing for a moment, pinching one of my nipples while whispering into my ear, “Use your words.”
“Please Eris-” I begged, whimpering as I tried to pull him closer.
He grinned, his eyes predatory as he dropped to his knees. “Don’t worry angel, I’m going to take good care of you.”
Slowly, he felt every inch of my thighs, going to reach for my panties and hissing when he found me already bare.
“Oh naughty girl. Were you hoping this would happen?” He asked, chuckling as he pushed my dress up, placing my legs over his shoulders.
I opened my mouth to respond, but I only moaned as he dove in, his tongue flicking my clit and licking alternately.
I lost all sense of time as I was oh so slowly brought closer to the edge, that coil in my stomach tightening as I realized I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“Eris, I’m so close-” I said through whimpers, moaning as he once again flicked my clit.
I could feel him grin into my most private parts as he pushed two fingers into my slickness, curling his fingers and making my hips buck involuntarily. “Eris, please!” I whined, rolling my hips in an attempt get him to start moving again, and he laughed darkly.
“I’ve been waiting to taste you forever angel. When you come on my tongue, I want to be the only thing you’re thinking about.” He said, his voice so seductive I almost came right there.
“You’re the only thing on my mind all the time,” I said, letting out little noises of pleasure as he pumped his fingers, once, twice.
He grinned. “That’s my girl.”
He dove back in, tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing me over the edge of bliss, calling out his name as my body shook from the pleasure he drew from me.
He kept going, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible.
I was a puddle as he drew his fingers out, sucking my juices off of them before leaning down to kiss me again.
I could feel his hardness pressing through his pants, and I pushed into it with the palm of my hand, eliciting a hiss from him.
“My naughty angel. Do you want my dick inside you?” He asked breathlessly, nuzzling my neck before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin, and he groaned in time with my moan.
“I need you Eris. I need you in me now.” I pleaded, working at the buttons of his pants.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, suddenly gentle. “Let me.”
Undoing the rest of the buttons, his member sprung free and my mouth watered from how big he was.
He picked me up, spinning us around so he was sitting and I was held aloft above him.
I waited for him to push in, but as I looked at his face, I realized he was giving me complete control.
Smiling softly, I lowered myself slowly, both of us moaning as I made it all the way down.
He helped me move up and down slowly as he spoke. “I’ve never felt like this for someone before. You scare the hell out of me because I’m falling, and I knew that if you told me you felt the same way, you would completely own me.”
I gasped as he started to rub my clit, unable to form words eloquently, I said, my voice guttural, “You’re mine.”
Our pace sped up and he growled, playing with my clit more roughly as his other hand went to my breast, massaging it as he took the nipple of my other breast into his mouth, making me moan in an obscene way.
He let go with his mouth, my brain frying as I once again reached the edge of bliss.
“And you’re mine.” he growled, thrusting hard and hitting that spot, and I let out a scream of ecstasy as he reached it with me, and he pushed his lips to mine, silencing me as we rode out the rest of our orgasms.
When we were done, he gently pulled me off, and I moaned.
“I love you, Angel.” He said, nuzzling my neck and pulling me into a hug.
I sighed in joy, my heart fluttering out of my chest. “And I love you Lordling.”
#a court of frost and starlight#a court of mist and fury#a court of silver flames#a court of thorns and roses#a court of wings and ruin#acomaf#acotar#acowar#eris acotar#eris vanserra#eris x reader#autumn#autumn court#autumn court heir#reader x eris#eris x y/n#eris x you#tarquin#acotar fanfiction#sarah j maas#actor smut#smut
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Hi, this is a lot of the stuff I have (completely) written; probably not all of it and I don't feel like searching through to find all of it but I'm trying to be organized be proud of me everyone. I suck at naming shit so I'm just writing the main ship and a general description of what it's about (click on ship name and there's a link attached).
Throne of Glass
Elorcan --> Elide brings home a cat, oneshot
Elorcan --> Elide gets reading lessons, oneshot
Elorcan --> Elide learns to fight, oneshot
Lorcan's Backstory (NO ROMANCE) --> his life before the TOG events
The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes/The Hunger Games
Snowbaird --> What if Lucy hadn't run away into the forest?
Coriolanus Snow x OC --> OC goes back in time to try and prevent the second war by ending the hunger games decades earlier.
Snowbaird --> Faerie AU, Lucy returns from the forest a decade after she ran away, one shot
Coriolanus Snow --> Murderous Coriolanus, post-Tbosas, canon compliant (Part 1) (Part 2)
A Court of Thorns and Roses
Completed Fics:
Tamsand --> What if Tamlin had shapeshifted to take Feyre's place in the bargain in ACOMAF?
Neris, Elucien, Feyre x OC --> Has ships but is mainly just Nesta destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing
Neris, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Lucien wrecking havoc and destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing
Tamlin/Tarquin, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Tamlin destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing
Tamlin's Life Story (some angsty Feylin, tragic doomed Tamcien) --> basically I wrote Tamlin into a Greek tragedy. Canon compliant...mostly.
Lady of Spring (NO ROMANCE) --> What if Tamlin's mother had left her husband? Exploration of a rejected mating bond.
Neris --> After her terrible experience with mating bonds, Nesta is determined to stop her sister's wedding to her mate, Lucien Vanserra. Unfortunately for her, Lucien's brother Eris is equally determined to ensure the wedding happens.
Eltamcien --> Super angsty, horny, gorey shit. I will probably never write anything remotely like it again but it's good...if you can handle it.
Feytamsand --> What if when Rhys sacrificed his life for the Cauldron, he lost his High Lord powers?
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)
One-shot/two-shots:
Elucien --> Lucien meets Elain when she's still human
Lucien x Nesta (NOT ROMANTIC), Neris --> Lucien befriends Nesta and introduces Emerie to his mechanic friend Nuan
Lucien and Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC) --> Just Lucien and Gwyn being chaotic and pranking the bats because that's what they deserve
That Calanmai scene --> Lucien's POV of his trauma with Ianthe
Uncle Eris and Auntie Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC): Gwyn and Eris babysitting Nyx, two-shot (Part 1) (Part 2)
Baby bro Lucien and Big bro Eris --> exactly what it sounds like
Elucien --> Elain speaks to Lucien about his scars
Elucien --> Elain and Lucien discuss Ianthe
Elain and Nesta (sisterly bonding) --> Elain is finally fed up with the Inner Circle.
Nessian --> Post Hybern's death, Nesta fulfills a vow she made long ago.
Azris --> When Eris caught Azriel snooping (link)
When Azriel choked Eris HL meeting (link)
Rhysta —> That scene where Feyre and the IC visit the Archeron house in ACOMAF but with a twist.
Crescent City
Ruhnlidia --> pregnancy AU post-CC3
#elorcan#elucien#neris#snowbaird#coriolanus snow x oc#tamsand#feyre archeron x oc#lucnes#tamlin x tarquin#tamquin#gwyneth berdara#lucien vanserra#tamlin#tamcien#eltamcien#lady of spring#tamlin's mother#anti inner circle#feylin#azris
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Quick question because I want to know what to focus on the most during Tamlin week.
I have fics and things planned for all of these, but I want to see what I should be focusing most on. As for a few of these I have larger fictions planned.
Edit- I forgot to put down an option for other, so if you have any other wants or requests just tell me in the notes.
#i am no good at schelduling#so this is me trying#acotar#tamlin#pro tamlin#acotar headcanons#tamlin pairings#tamlin headcanons#tamcien#tamris#eltamcien#tamsand#rhyslin#tamquin#tamlin's daughter
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do you think in the wonderful eris x night court reader universe he is jealous of anyone like OFC sexy jewel of prythian night court princess has all the high lords drooling but is there just one person that pisses him off and he always tries to snark or make jealous in return 😭 territorial baby jealous eris is so funny to me
It’s so much funnier to give love interests one specific person that they just seethe with jealousy over. In a lot of acotar fics it’s usually Helion or Tarquin (both single, both very sexy and sweet). I think it’d be really funny if it’s one specific guy. Like he’s just a guy, some guard night court!reader knew in Velaris. He’s literally just a nice guy, no problems with anyone.
But something about him just pisses Eris off to no end 😭 (like Dinkleberg in The Fairly Oddparents)
If it’s a high lord, the obvious option is Tarquin bc I feel like Eris has some hint of his mother’s affairs with Helion. Tarquin is just so nice and Eris is like “what’s this guy’s deal???” “Tarquin? He’s nice? He wants his people to be happy?” And Eris is just like “what’s he playing at?? Trying to steal my wife??”
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SJM Crackshipmonth Masterlist
The list for all my fics this month 🥰 Some are very cracky, I apologize (not really) for @sjmcrackshipmonth
July 1 - Tangled in Vines - Elain x Ithan
July 2 - Would've been, Could've been, Should've been - Aidas x Theia
July 3 - Just let me do my Job - Feyre x Manon
July 4 - Sharing the Bet - Mor x Viviane's Sister
July 5 - Only You - Manon x Elide
July 6 - Helping You - Feyre x Lorcan
July 7 - This Lovely Grump - Feyre x Azriel
July 8 - Losing you was the worst thing I've ever felt - Feyre x Hunt
July 9 - Confessions and Double Dates - Feyre x Aelin
July 10 - See You Again - Feyre x Aedion
July 11 - Help me Save the Worlds - Elain x Aidas
July 12 - Do me the Honor of settling down - Feyre x Cormac
July 13 - If you love me, leave - Feyre x Eris
July 14 - The Prince's Bride - Feyre x Tarquin
July 15 - Done Our Duty - Feyre x Chaol
July 16 - Care For You - Feyre x Lucien
July 17 - Forget you - Feyre x Yrene
July 18 - Soulbound - Feyre x Mor
July 19 - Between Tents and Mosquitoes - Feyre x Jurian
July 20 - Live on Love - Aelin x Lysandra
July 21 - Sunshine and Promises - Feyre x Helion
July 22 - Leaving You - Mor x Lysandra
July 23 - Lord of Light and Lady of Flame - Helion x LoA
July 24 - Beach Promises - Elain x Vaughan
July 25 - Imperfections in Faerieland - Feyre x Emerie
July 26 - Baking Love - Mor x Elain
July 27 - Let's Leave and Don't Come Back - Feyre x Fenrys
July 28 - Rookie Mistake - Apollion x Mother Archeron
July 29 - My Heart in your Hands - Elain x Gwyn
July 30 - Flightless Birb - Feyre x Bat Boys
July 31 - Sorry, I didn't mean to Kidnap you - Feyre x Cassian
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#sjmcrackshipmonth23#sjmcrackshipmonth#throne of glass#crescent city#feyre archeron#feyre#feyre cursebreaker#high lady of the night court#morrigan acotar#mor acotar#cassian acotar#azriel acotar#aelin galathynius#lysandra ennar#aedion ashryver#manon blackbeak#shallyne fics#cc aidas#chaol westfall#yrene towers#hunt athalar#ithan holstrom#cormac donnall#lorcan salvaterre#elide lochan#eris vanserra#tarquin acotar#lucien vanserra
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