#neris smut
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Nesta and Eris love triangle
smut number 9 🫣
Flames of Silver (Nesta x Reader x Eris)
Summary// You have been playing a dangerous game for the last month. It started with harmless flirting between Nesta and Eris, never veering too close to the sun, until one night during an Autumn Court ball, you realize not only that you were not playing the game alone but that you had just lost.
(First ACOTAR fic in a while and I am SO PUMPED. 4,720 words later and here it is! I love Nesta, I love Eris, I want them both to rail me simultaneously so this was a very self-indulgent fic. Thank you to the like-minded anon who requested this I love you <3 Enjoy!)
WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Spanking, Cum Eating, Dom/Sub, Overstimulation
The invitation to the ball had been no surprise to you. Eris had been boasting about it for weeks, claiming in his letters that it would bring about a new era of the Autumn Court. You had rushed to tell your High Lord, Helion, who was already planning to attend after receiving his invitation from the Lady of Autumn.
You had given him a curious look, raising an eyebrow, and he quickly turned that look around on you by asking why Eris Vanserra had sent you an invite. Helion smirked when you fumbled for an excuse and left to prepare, warning you not to play too close with fire as the door slammed shut behind you.
He had very little idea of just how close you were to getting burned by not only Eris but someone else, someone who you would argue would be even more dangerous if pissed off.
Nesta Archeron.
When you met her, you already had somewhat of a flirting relationship with Eris, but you couldn’t resist her temptation. She was an enigma, a storm in the middle of the ocean that only the bravest sailors would dare to tread. Or the dumbest of ones. Which category did you fall in? You weren’t sure, but you knew from the moment she gave you an ounce of attention that she had you hook, line, and sinker.
Just like Eris. The two of them were so similar in their actions and words. How could you not fall for both? Each one could easily make you feel like you were the only person to exist, each one giving you exactly what you needed. You had been trying to make sure you never got too close with either, not wanting to go too deep in fear of hurting one, but that line was getting blurrier by the day.
Even now, as the day of the ball finally had come, you were reading over a letter from Nesta asking if you were available tonight. It hurt to tell her no but you had already agreed to this ball with Eris. Your heart felt like it was being torn in two as both seemed to be demanding your attention more and more over the last few weeks.
You needed to make a choice. You could string them along no longer, as it would only break everyone’s heart. But which would you choose?
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The imposing architecture of the Forest House sends a chill down your spine as you step out into the chilly air, following your High Lord as the rest of your group falls in line beside you. Your stomach had been in knots the entire ride over here, and it only seemed to get worse the further you went into the building.
Laughter and music echo around the halls as you stop in front of the grand mahogany doors of the ballroom. The smell of a feast made your mouth water as you made sure your outfit was perfect, knowing Eris was waiting for your appearance.
Tonight, you will have to decide which fae you want to court, but for now, as the doors open and the warm lights of the room welcome you, you are going to enjoy the peace while it lasts.
Helion walks in first, greeting everyone with a warm smile and a wave before he goes off in search of his Lady. You follow swiftly, nodding to the servants as you scan the room for the red-haired male. It only takes you a moment to spot him, standing by the throne with his crown atop his head, but who you see beside him makes you falter.
And the peace you entered with shatters.
Nesta turns her head to look in your direction, her smile dangerous as she gingerly taps Eris on his shoulder and nods towards you. He smirks, amber eyes matching the tone of Nesta’s smile as he raises his head in greeting.
Fuck.
You immediately turn around, hoping Helion is miraculously waiting for you, only to find him still engrossed in his conversation with the Lady of Autumn. The tightness in your chest continues to grow as you spin back around, looking for anyone or anything that could buy you time to escape, until you realize Nesta is heading straight towards you.
“Why, dove, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Her voice is sickly sweet as she grabs your arms, turning you so that she is now blocking the exit. Damn it. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m-” Your voice cracks, and you flush in embarrassment, clearing your throat and straightening your spine as you try again. “I’m alright, Nes. I just got a little dizzy. I did not know you would be here tonight. When you wrote me, I assumed you had other plans.”
She smiles again, her eyes dancing with amusement as you refuse to hold her gaze. “I did, but they fell through, so I tagged along with the rest of the Court. However, I don’t recall you mentioning anything about a ball in your rejection.”
The pounding of your heart seems to drown out the music as you fumble for an excuse, frowning. “It was a last-minute thing, Nesta. I am so sorry. Of course I would have invited you if I had-”
“Known?” A sweet, sardonic voice repeats behind you. “You’ve known about this event for weeks now, pet.”
Dread pours over you like cold water as you turn to look up at Eris, dressed in his finest suit, while he looks down at you with the faintest hint of a smile. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, as you realize you are now stuck between the two sides of your indecisive heart.
“I…” You trail off, looking between the two of them. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other this well.”
“Oh, we just recently started getting closer.” Nesta waves her hand dismissively, taking a sip of her wine. “Isn’t that right, Eris?”
“Yes, we found out we both had something very similar in common.” He agrees, handing you your own goblet, which you down without a moment's hesitation. “It seems we are being played by the same woman. Someone’s been bad.”
You choke on the wine, covering your mouth as your eyebrows raise to the top of your head. “Played? What do you mean played?” Your voice is bordering on hysterical. This is not how you wanted things to play out.
Suddenly, an icy, soft hand grips your chin and turns you until you look into Nesta's steel-blue eyes. “Do you think us stupid, dove? That we wouldn’t figure out your little game?” She frowns and it breaks your heart, your mouth flying open to explain before your brain can tell you to shut up.
“It wasn’t a game!” You protest, shaking your head vehemently. “I-I swear it was never a game. Not between us,” You say, looking at Nesta before turning to Eris. “Nor us. I didn’t mean for this to get out of hand, for anyone to get hurt, I just-”
“Just what, pet?” Eris cocks his head, his jaw clenching.
“I couldn’t choose between the two of you. You are both so similar and yet so different. I met you,” You gesture towards the High Lord of Autumn, smiling wistfully. “And you swept me off my feet with your sarcasm and wit…and then I met Nesta, who did the same, only with her passion and fury. I wanted you both. I still do, and I know that is impossible, that you must hate me, and I understand.”
The shame you feel for stringing them both along threatens to swallow you whole as they share a look over your head, one that you miss due to keeping your eyes on the floor until their mocking laughter makes you jump and look up in surprise.
“Look at her face, Eris,” Nesta coos, stroking a hand down your bare arm. “She looks as if she is about to burst into tears.”
“As she should. It might teach her a lesson in being greedy.” He responds darkly, seizing your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “You have been very bad, pet. Very bad and very greedy.”
Your face must give away your confusion as you blink blankly at the redhead, trying to figure out if this is a game or if you are about to be called out in front of the entire room. What were they doing?
Nesta’s slender frame presses up against your back as you feel her lips ghost against the shell of your ear, sending a pleasurable thrill down your spine as she whispers, “Go upstairs to Eris’s room. You know which one. And when you arrive, we want you to strip down and kneel by the edge of the bed.”
We?
You lick your lips, trying to form a sentence until you give up and mutter the only word that matters. “We?”
“Yes. We.” Eris confirms, a sinful smile on his red lips as he releases you all at once. You stumble back, barely catching yourself before you fall on your ass and look between the two of them. “Go.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. One that Nesta was nodding along with. You turn and leave numbly, going over the whiplash of conversation that just happened, and it doesn’t hit you until you get to the stairs of what this meant.
They knew you were talking to them both. They knew you couldn’t choose. They had planned this. It wasn’t anger or sadness in their voices that you thought you heard…it was lust. And power. You had played right into their hands.
And you were excited.
“I’m in way over my head…” You shake your head as you ascend the stairs and take the familiar route to Eris’s room. Time seems to slow as you arrive at the ornate door and slowly turn the brass knob, your fingers slightly trembling as you push the door open and peek inside.
The room itself looks as it always has. A large four-poster bed against the back wall decorated with warm browns and vivid reds, a large fur pelt blanket at the end. His grand wooden desk was against the other wall, close to the fireplace, with a tall, plush chair directed towards the bed.
As you scan the room, you almost miss it, the candlelight catching the array of objects that one of the two had laid out on the bedside table before you had arrived. You take a tentative step forward, mouth opening in shock as you see various ropes, paddles, and other things that make your skin flush and cunt clench.
What were they going to do to you?
You snap out of your thoughts when you hear heels clicking down the hall. Realizing you hadn’t followed instructions, you make quick work of your dress and underwear. The clothes fall haphazardly to the floor, and you barely kick them out of the way and kneel before Nesta opens the door.
“Hmm.” She hums, shutting the door behind her as she walks across the room. You clench your fists on your thighs, resisting the urge to look until two fingers find your chin and tilt it up. “You listen well, dove.”
The praise makes you shiver, your eyelids fluttering while she watches you for a moment longer before releasing your chin. You make a small sound in your throat but one sharp glare from her silences you.
“Don’t pout. This is your own doing.” She chastises you, removing her long, silver gloves and draping herself across the chair you noticed earlier. “You will accept everything we give you with a ‘Thank you,” do you understand?”
“Yes.” You answer immediately, jumping when you hear the door open again. Eris’s tall shadow envelopes the entrance as he turns to lock the three of you inside, his gloves already removed as he lays them across the nightstand.
“She was ready when you came in?” He asks over his shoulder, ignoring your existence as he removes his coat jacket. Nesta nods, shifting in her seat as the High Lord smirks and grabs your face roughly. “What’s your safeword?”
“I, um,” You falter, shying away from his gaze as you rack your brain. “Suriel.”
Nesta snorts but doesn’t say anything else as Eris grabs your arm and hauls you off, shoving you toward her. She catches you easily, positioning you to lay across her lap. “Stay still, little love. This is your first punishment.”
“First?!” Your voice is shrill as you struggle briefly, craning your neck to the side to watch as Eris considers which instrument to use on you. “How many am I getting?”
“However many we feel you deserve.” Eris snaps, grabbing a paddle and placing it in Nesta’s awaiting hand. “You think we would just let out off easy, pet? That we wouldn’t feel hurt about what you were doing?”
“I didn’t mean to-ah!” A shriek tears itself out of your lips as Nesta lands a sharp smack across your bare ass. The sting makes you wriggle, your nails digging into your palms as another two slaps follow in quick succession.
“No excuses.” She hisses into your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling until you are facing her again. “Show us your apology by giving this to us, by submitting to us, and we might forgive you.”
Your eyes search her face, looking for any deception, before you nod and bow your head. You care for them both, love them both, and you would do anything to be in their good graces again.
“Okay…” You murmur, eyes squeezing shut when she delivers another blow of the paddle.
“What do you say, dove?” Her voice is teasing again, and despite the pain, you feel the first trickles of pleasure flow through your body at her nickname for you.
“Thank you!” You gasp out, tears starting to form in your eyes.
They share another look over your head while Nesta rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks, a reward for being good. You freeze momentarily when you feel another hand join, this one larger and calloused, but you feel it dip between your folds before you can look.
Eris kneels next to you as he runs the tip of his finger through your pussy, feeling the wetness that is only growing as he coos mockingly, “I knew you’d enjoy this, pet. Was this your plan all along? Did you want to be punished?”
Before you can shake your head, Nesta gives you another spank, only this time, as it lands, Eris harshly shoves two fingers inside of you and crooks them. The sensation is dizzying, and you can’t stop your hips from pushing up in search of more of it.
Their chuckles fill your mind as they work your body expertly, giving you both pain and pleasure. You can feel Nesta shift again in her seat and your mouth waters as you imagine how wet she must be. Eris scissors your cunt and strokes your walls, his face heating up with desire at all the sounds you are making.
It takes only two more blows before they’ve had enough of the game. Eris pulls you off of her, forcing you to be on your hands and knees as he admires you from behind. You blush, feeling his hands groping your ass until your attention draws back to Nesta as she begins to undo the laces of her dress.
“Holy hells…” You whisper as the fabric falls and pools at her feet, the candlelight giving her an ethereal glow as she stands before you. “Nesta, you are so beautiful.”
“Such pretty words,” She smiles, reclaiming her seat on the chair before spreading her legs so you could see her glistening cunt. “But I can think of other things I want your mouth to be doing.”
You lick your lips subconsciously, looking back to Eris, who also seems captivated by her beauty until he feels your eyes and nods. “Go on, pet, show her how talented your tongue is.”
No further encouragement is needed as you crawl towards her, rising so that you can bury your face between her thighs. One of her hands immediately falls to grasp your hair while the other grips the fabric of the couch. Your tongue greedily laps up her juices, moaning at the taste as the rustle of fabric behind you has your ears perking.
“How does it feel, Nesta?” Eris asks huskily, folding his clothes and putting them aside before returning to his spot behind you. “Is she showing you how sorry she is?”
“Oh, yes,” She gasps, her hips grinding against your face as you continue to eat her out. “You’ve trained her well. I could almost get over you having her first. Almost.”
She emphasizes the last word by giving a sharp yank to your hair, enjoying the cry of pain you give before she pushes your head back down. You feel emboldened to make it up to her, to make her feel good, and you use the tip of your tongue to flick over her hard clit. This causes her to moan louder, and you smile, doing it over and over again.
You’re so busy focusing on Nesta’s pleasure that you forget Eris is behind you. However, he is quick to remedy that as you feel the head of his cock bump against your entrance. It takes you by surprise, but you instantly push your hips back, silently begging him to fuck you.
A low growl comes from his chest as he lines himself up and thrusts all the way into you with one rough shove. The stretch is painful and burning but you can’t find it in you to care.
“Fuck!” You moan into Nesta’s cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Eris starts a brutal pace. Every thrust pushes you further into her, the entire bottom half of your face covered in her wetness as her cries grow louder.
Eris’s hands come to grip your hips to hold you steady, the sound of his balls slapping against your sex making you shiver as he lands a sharp smack on your ass. You whimper, enjoying the pain, and he does it again. And again. And again.
“Take it, little whore,” He grunts, long hair falling into his eyes as he fucks you deep. “Cry for us, scream for us, let everyone in the hall hear how pretty you sound when you’re getting ruined.”
Nesta’s thighs start to tremble as you do exactly as he instructs, her nails digging into your scalp as she starts to rut against your face desperately. You can feel your orgasm building from Eris hitting your sweet spot, but before you can cling to that feeling, you hear Nesta scream out your name, her cum flooding your mouth as she holds you against her pussy.
You lap at her like a kitten with cream, opening your eyes to watch her face contort in pleasure. The vision of her coming undone by your tongue is one you ingrain into your memory. After a few seconds, she relaxes and lifts you by the hair again, tilting your head left and right to see the mess she’s made of you. You smile at her, proud of your state, until Eris rips another moan out of you that makes your eyes screw shut.
“Right there, Eris, gods-” You groan, looking back to watch him disappear into your tight hole. “I’m close.”
The coil in your stomach was tightening by the second but just as your vision gets fuzzy, the High Lord pulls out with a hiss. You couldn’t stop the whine even if you wanted to, pleas falling from your lips for more.
It falls on deaf ears as Nesta shoves you off of her, making you fall backward onto your sore ass. You hiss, frowning, until Eris seizes your shoulders and turns you around to face him. He is standing now, fully naked, with his large, glistening cock hanging right in front of your face.
Whatever words you were about to say die in your throat as you swallow, your breathing growing shallow as you glance from his dick to his face. He’s got his signature scowl, and one eyebrow raises as he waits for you to do what you already know he wants.
You raise your hand tentatively, grasping his cock and giving it a small stroke. Eris’s hips follow your motion, and you repeat it, rising to your knees so that you can move more easily. He allows you a few seconds before he grabs the back of your head, his other hand grabbing his cock.
“Open for me, pet. Stick out your tongue.” He orders, smiling with his teeth when you follow obediently. You gaze up at him through your lashes as he slaps the head on your tongue a few times, smearing your own wetness over your mouth and cheek. “Such a good, obedient girl.”
“Mmmph!” You moan, swirling your tongue over the tip before he shoves himself inside you without warning. Instinctively, you gag, your eyes watering as he pulls out all the way and does it over and over again. You have to brace your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucks your throat just like he fucked your cunt.
Just as you feel like you’ve got it down, two hands roam over your shoulders and down your chest, cupping your breasts. Nesta’s scent surrounds you as she presses herself against you, toying with your nipples as she coos, “You look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, little dove. You were made for this.”
Eris continues his assault on your mouth as Nesta works your body with her fingers, her lips trailing down your neck and over your ear while one of her hands drops to your sopping pussy. She brushes against your clit teasingly, and you moan around his cock, your hole clenching on nothing as she repeats the action agonizingly slow.
“So desperate for us,” Eris growls, his hips beginning to stutter as he feels his orgasm rising from his spine. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in that filthy mouth of yours, and you are going to hold it. Understand?”
You try to nod, tears falling down your cheek as Nesta’s fingers speed up in time with Eris’s thrusts. She moves from your clit to push three long, slender fingers inside of you. In seconds she’s curling them to hit the spot, making you see stars just as Eris throws his head back and cums with a low groan of your name.
His seed coats your mouth, and you do your best to hold it in, feeling some of it leak out the corners of your mouth from just how much he cums. It’s tangy and musky, but you love how nicely it mixes with Nesta’s taste. Eris slows his pumping and gingerly pulls out, though he remains hard, lifting your chin to make sure you followed his directions.
However, you can’t focus for long as Nesta nips your shoulder playfully, reminding you of her presence. You allow your head to fall back as she continues to fuck you with her hand, rolling your hips as you feel your orgasm build for the second time that night.
Everything in you wants to cry out, to scream for more, but you know you can’t. You didn’t want to upset Eris more, but gods, Nesta’s fingers were heaven-sent. Just a little more, and you would….
She pulls them out just as you teeter to the edge, ripping your orgasm away with a cruel laugh. You sob, bucking your hips like a bitch in heat as you try to hold the feeling, but it’s no use. Instead, she kisses you fiercely and uses her tongue to scoop up Eris’s cum.
The action makes you shiver, and she pulls back so you can watch her swallow it, her eyes flicking to Eris, who’s smirking at her. A thought crosses your mind briefly of the two of them ravishing each other in a battle for dominance, a sight you would give anything to see.
Tonight was not that night, unfortunately, as a pair of strong arms lifted you and all but tossed you on the bed. You bounce, barely catching yourself before Eris is pulling you by the ankles until your ass is almost dangling off the bed. Nesta appears to the side of you, and looking at both of their expressions, you know your punishment is not over.
“Beg for it. For us.” Eris demands, his hand dipping down to begin to rub your clit again. You were already so sensitive that even that small action had you getting close, but Nesta held your hips down, her eyes glaring down at you.
“Do it, dove. Beg for mercy. Beg for us to use your body, to fuck you stupid.” She snarls, twisting your nipples until your back arches, and you sob again. “Be a good girl and beg.”
You gasp, staring at them as the last shreds of your dignity disappear into thin air. “Please, please, use me!” You squeal, heart racing. “Let me cum, please, I’ve been so good. I’m so sorry! I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just-” You swallow, your throat constricting from the overstimulation. “I wanna cum, I wanna be good, please let me.”
There were a few moments where you thought they would continue their torture, continue taking joy in your pain, but all at once, they pull back, and the entire mood shifts. Nesta maneuvers until your head is in her lap, her voice soothing as Eris smiles down at you and begins to kiss your inner thighs softly.
Your whole body is shaking as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking, before moving down to tongue at your cunt. Both of your hands fist into the bedsheet as you slowly start to roll your hips, your mind buzzing as Nesta plays with your tits again. The combination of both of them makes you feel a bliss you’ve never felt. If you died right now, you’d be happy.
It doesn’t take long to bring you to the edge as Eris’s tongue fucks you. Your soft moans turn to whimpers, the only warning they get before your body seizes and you arch off the bed. Nesta talks you through it, telling you how good you were for them, while Eris drinks everything you give him.
He pulls away when you start to squirm, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore. He and Nesta share a look as she pulls you further into the bed, shushing you as you mumble out another apology.
“It’s okay, dove, you’re okay,” She soothes, brushing your hair out of your face. “You did so well for us. You were so good.”
A warm, wet something is felt between your legs, and you barely open your eyes to see Eris wiping you down, making sure to be gentle before he tosses it to the side and crawls to your other side.
“We could never stay mad at you, pet, not when you give us this.” He smiles, kissing your temple. “Sleep now. We’ll talk in the morning.”
You nod, nuzzling into Nesta’s bare chest while moving your arm to touch Eris as well. They both smile and rest against you, content. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and conversations, but tonight, you all could bask in each other and your shared bliss.
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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 18)
NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER
summary: it's time to meet Beron
warnings: Night Court slander, anti Rhysand, MENTIONS OF R*PE/SA, BRIEF SA IMPLICATIONS (nothing graphic but it's still icky)
word count: 5.9k
DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE
a/n: things are picking up again! more plottwists and turns hehe, i hope you enjoy this chapter!
feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!
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Your wrists were sweating beneath the cuffs that adorned your wrists. Every inch of your body trembled, remembering the last time you had been chained up. It was necessary, you reminded yourself. Beron had to see you as a prisoner, as much as you hated that role you needed to look the part.
The servants had put you in a tattered gown and covered your skin in smears of dirt and grime. You looked very convincing, almost too convincing. Every time you glanced down at yourself, that cold, familiar feeling washed over you - the one that made your heart stop beating for a split second and left you wondering if you were back in Rhysand’s dungeons. The servants’ eyes were sympathetic as they tied the gag around your mouth as gently as possible, quietly offering you words of comfort through your tears.
Nesta and Eris were already in the throne room with Beron. They had been in there for a few minutes, but it had felt like hours. Two of Eris’ personal guards stood on either side of you - Saeros and Ivar were their names, they had politely informed you. You wondered how many other people in the Autumn Court were secretly loyal to Eris rather than their current High Lord. At the very least, it gave you confidence that Eris’s succession would go smoothly.
Saeros, a tall male with long brown hair and a stern face gently squeezed your arm. It's time, he seemed to say. You nodded subtly, understanding. After a deep breath, you began thrashing wildly in their grip just as the heavy doors to the throne room swung open. You kicked and rocked back and forth, screaming through the gag. The guards held you firm, dragging you across the ground towards the throne. You dared not sneak a glance to the right side of the bottom steps, knowing Nesta and Eris stood there. You focused on your performance, putting up a hell of a fight. Eventually, you ended up on your knees right before the bottom of the throne stairs. You forced your eyes upwards and were met with the sneering face of Beron Vanserra.
His slender face was twisted in a mix of disgust and glee. Ageing brown hair was too slicked back, reminding you of a snakeskin. His eyes were so dark brown they were basically black - bottomless dark voids of hatred that knew new bounds. A golden crown sat upon his head, a bright red jewel in the centre of it. Bony fingers gripped the sides of his throne, knuckles white. He was sizing you up like you were his next meal, and you tried not to squirm underneath his gaze.
“Consider this your Autumn Equinox gift from me, father.” Eris’s smug voice filled the room as the guards removed your gag. “One of Rhysand’s spies, (Y/N), was found at the border. She claims she’s fleeing from him, and is seeking sanctuary.”
Beron’s eyes gleamed even more. “Is that true?”
You gulped, forcing yourself to shake slightly in fear. “Yes, my Lord.”
“And why would you be running away from your master?” The male sneered. “I don’t believe it for a second, girl. For all we know, he sent you here to spy on us.”
“He did not.” You let the tears you had summoned fall down along your cheeks. “I swear by the Mother, my Lord.”
Beron rolled his eyes and huffed. He turned to Eris as if you were no longer there. “Why did you even bother bringing her here, boy?” He growled at his son. “This is not my problem. Send her back to Rhysand, or just kill her and be done with it. I couldn’t care less.”
“I have intel.” You blurted out, remembering the angle Eris had told you to play. “Valuable intel that could change everything. I will tell you everything I know if you give me sanctuary. Please, my Lord, I beg you.”
Something in Beron’s gaze shifted, as he seemingly contemplated the weight of your words. He paused for a moment before speaking. “You’re not from the Night Court originally, are you?” You opened your mouth to speak, but the High Lord cut you off before you could form any words. “I’ve been around long enough to tell which court someone belongs to, girl. The Night Court stench that clings to you is not very strong, so you clearly haven’t been there long. You stink of flowers, so I assume it is the Spring Court you originate from?”
“Yes, my Lord.” Your eyes burned into the floor, and it took all your willpower not to glance at Eris and Nesta. They were so close, yet so far away.
“And how does a girl from the Spring Court end up as one of Rhysand’s spies, only to flee from him less than a year into the job?”
“My father was one of Tamlin’s closest advisors. When Hybern came, I was the only one of my family to survive. My entire village was gone, so I wandered until one of Rhysand’s spies found me.” You decided to leave out that it was Lucien who found you. “They took me in and kept me prisoner, my only way to have a chance at living a life was to spy for them in return for my life being saved. I trained under the Spymaster, and was sent on several small missions to Spring. I hated it, and wanted out. But one day I overheard something…” You shook your shoulders, letting your voice trail off.
“Go on.” Beron snapped with little patience.
“Apologies, my Lord.” You continued. You could feel Nesta and Eris’s gazes burning into you as you put on a performance. “The Spymaster and Rhysand spoke of a weapon, a Made weapon. One that the High Lord could use to claim the title of High King and take over all of Prythian.”
Beron’s face went red with anger, and you resisted the urge to chuckle. His hands gripped the throne so tightly you were surprised it didn’t shatter.
“Father, if Rhysand intends to seize that title–” Eris spoke up but was cut off.
“I’d sooner spend a thousand years being tortured in Hel before I kneel to that half-breed scum!” Spit was practically flying out of the High Lord’s mouth as he yelled, outraged. “I will slaughter him and his entire court before I let him take my own!”
You finally caught a glimpse of Eris as he left Nesta’s side and walked up the steps to his father. You willed your cheeks not to flush as you caught sight of him. His deep red tunic was clinging to his frame, a pattern suited for none other than royalty. His hair was pulled back in a simple braid, with a few loose jaw-length strands framing his face. Eris whispered something in his father’s ear, but he was so quiet even your fae hearing could not make out his words. Whatever he said worked, as he retreated back to Nesta’s side and Beron began to calm down. His face returned to its normal ashy colour as he settled back into his throne.
“Now, why would Rhysand becoming High King make you run away?” Beron asked, all too calmly. “Surely you’d benefit from it, being a member of his court after all.”
“Because when he found out I knew, he imprisoned and tortured me.” You didn’t have to fake the tremor in your voice this time as you recalled the cold dungeon.
“And yet you got out.”
“They let me out to complete a mission, and I used it as an opportunity to run.”
Beron’s eyes narrowed, and fear churned in your gut. If he did not believe you, then this was all for nothing. You silently pleaded for help, yet you weren’t even sure to whom. All you could think of was keeping your racing heart from exploding out of your chest.
“She’s telling the truth, father.” Eris piped up, as if he had heard your pleas.
“And how do you know that?” The High Lord’s voice was dry and bored, which worried you even more.
“I noticed fresh wounds on her back when I found her.”
“Show me.”
At Beron’s command, Eris stepped towards you. You met his amber gaze, which was stone cold. It lacked the warmth that had been present a few hours ago in the dining room. This was the mask that Eris had worn for centuries. You had never quite gotten used to it, to how easily he slipped in and out of his guise.
Eris nodded at the guards, who turned you around so your back was facing the throne. Before you could register what was happening, the prince’s slender hands gripped the neckline of your dress from behind and pulled. A loud ripping sound echoed throughout the room as Eris pulled your dress in half, exposing your wounded back. Shame rushed through your veins as you felt the cold air on your backside, which was clearly on display to the High Lord now.
You whimpered, not entirely for show as embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Beron stared at you for what you thought was too long before the guards turned you back to face him. “He did a number on you, girl.” Beron chuckled humourlessly. You could tell by his tone that he almost admired the bloody artwork on your back. Beron Vanserra was no stranger to amusement from torture - that you knew.
“My Lord,” Nesta’s voice spoke up like music to your ears. “You called me in here to display my powers, did you not? May I suggest we get on with it?”
You tensed at Nesta’s brazen challenge. It was stupid to speak to the male in such a tone in his own throne room, and you half expected him to simply scoff and smite Nesta to ash right there and then. But instead, Beron simply huffed. “Very well. Impress me, Nesta Archeron, and I shall allow you to marry my eldest son. If not…”
He didn’t have to finish his sentence for it to be understood that it was a threat. For the first time, you glanced at Nesta. Her hair was neatly braided as usual, and she wore a dark red gown bearing the same pattern as Eris’s tunic. It had a high neckline and long sleeves, a thousand times more modest than anything in the Night Court. Yet it suited her, and brought about an elegance that enhanced her beauty even more.
Nesta only nodded, and the guards hauled you off to the side. Nesta took your place at the bottom of the throne, smoothing her skirts. For a second, her gaze fluttered to Eris, who gave her a reassuring nod. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. When she opened them again they glowed silver, and you noticed Beron sitting forward in his seat. Silver flames began to whorl around her fingertips, dancing like leaves in the wind as they scattered throughout the room.
Nesta’s entire body began to glow as more and more fire poured out of her. You glanced at Beron again, seeing panic in his eyes as the flames rushed towards him. They leapt over him like a wave, and it was only a few seconds before you felt another wall of silver fire headed towards you and your guards. Yet you did not feel any fear, only a deep sense of trust that whatever happened, Nesta’s flames wouldn’t hurt you. They cocooned around you, trapping you inside them but never touching you. Through the flickers, you could just make out the same thing happening to Eris, Beron, and everyone else in the room. Nesta had bathed the entire room in her silver fire, yet did not harm a soul. It was to exemplify control, to show Beron that she could manipulate the magic to do whatever she, or Beron, wanted.
The noise of the flames was not a harsh, crackling noise like most fires. It was soothing, like the tide of the ocean or the rush of wind on a summer’s eve. The flames danced and sang to you, a force so strong you could practically hear words emitting from them in an ancient tongue.
After a few moments, the flames retreated to Nesta’s side. Like a tsunami, they pulled in behind her glowing figure and arched over fifteen feet in the air. Everyone’s mouth was agape as the flames moulded and shaped themselves into a dragon’s head identical to Athariel’s. Nesta remained glowing at the base of the dragon’s neck, its head arching above her like a protective dog. She was completely and utterly still, as if her mind was both present and relieving the memories of an ancient god from a millenia ago at the same time.
You swallowed thickly, emotion overcoming you. Months ago, Nesta had been too afraid to summon even a flame. Now, here she was, shaping her fire into majestic serpents with full control over them. You were proud, but couldn’t help the pang in your chest. Nesta had faced so many challenges while you were stuck in a cell, unable to witness her growth. It was time you could never get back.
Without struggling, the silver flames retreated, fading into Nesta’s fingertips as they went out. When she opened her eyes again, they were their normal shade of grey. You looked around, expecting to see a room scorched. But there was no damage - the flames did not burn anything.
The room is utterly silent for a few minutes, Beron’s expression unreadable. Even Eris was shuffling on his feet, nervousness apparent. Finally, the High Lord spoke. “Consider me impressed, Nesta Archeron.” His voice was suspiciously kind, and both you and Eris blinked in surprise at the same time. “And consider yourself having my blessing for this marriage with my son.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” Nesta said, bowing her head.
“Wonderful.” Beron clapped his hands together. “We shall have the wedding in two months' time, and (Y/N)’s wedding the month after.”
Every bone in your body froze. “What?” Was all you managed to stutter through your dry throat.
Beron smiled, an unsettling gesture. “I accept your request for sanctuary in exchange for information, as the intel you provided is crucial in the survival of my court.” He said smoothly. “Yet you seem to have a habit of bouncing between courts, so I will assure that you remain here where I can keep an eye on you. You shall be marrying Melgorm, my second youngest son. You are from a respectable family, are you not? You should be honoured at the chance to marry someone from a royal bloodline.”
You glanced over at Eris, whose mask had fallen entirely. His face was one of pure horror, panic settling over his amber eyes. You weren’t sure if you were still breathing, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. You had heard stories of Eris and Lucien’s brothers, none of them good.
“Have chambers prepared for the lady.” Beron ordered the guards. “You will all be staying here as wedding preparations are made. This meeting is over. Congratulations to the happy couples.” The High Lord’s smile was one of pure evil and gloating as he drank in your distress.
You felt numb as the guards dragged you to your new chambers, locking the door behind you as you entered the room.
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Over the next half hour, you scrubbed the dirt off your skin in the bath and changed into a soft, gold nightgown. You had hardly felt the scalding water, nor the harsh scrapes of the brush as you tried to scrub away the memories of that entire interaction. Every time you thought about Beron’s smiling face as he announced he was marrying you off, you felt ill.
You had not been naive growing up – you knew most marriages between noble High Fae families were arranged and as a result, often loveless at best. But you remembered the haunting fear in Lucien's eyes as he cried to you over the cruel things his brothers had done. You had accepted long ago that you would likely not marry for love, but this… this would be worse than a loveless marriage. It would be a whole new kind of torture.
As you sat lifelessly on the bed, a sharp gust of air swirled behind you, causing you to spin around. You yelped in surprise as you were met with Nesta and Eris. “Dammit, don't do that,” You hissed. “You made me jump out of my skin!”
You expected a witty comeback from Eris, but none came. His face was grave, and Nesta’s was filled with rage. They were both still dressed in their attire from the meeting. “I’m so sorry.” Eris blurted out. “I had no idea he would do that. I swear by it.”
“I believe–” You tried to speak but Eris continued rambling.
“If I had known he was going to do that I would have never–”
“Eris!” You practically yelled. “I believe you. It’s not your fault.”
The prince’s eyes were glassy as he walked around the bed and kneeled in front of you. He took your hands in his own and pressed his forehead against them. “Forgive me.” He muttered.
“Eris,” You said softly. “It’s ok.”
Amber eyes gazed up at you, even as his hands still tightly clung on to your own. He did not rise from his kneeling position. “No, it’s not.” He said. “You don’t know Malgorm. He is the worst of all my brothers. He makes my father look like a bunny rabbit.”
You felt the bed dip behind you and a familiar hand rubbed your shoulder. Nesta’s presence steadied you as she sat behind you, the warmth of her hand easing the shock from your body.
“Malgorm does not view females as people, but rather toys for his own personal amusement.” Eris continued. “None of his lovers have been his on their own free will. He does not hesitate to inflict pain on them, humiliate them, force himself…”
“Eris…” Nesta warned, her hand squeezing your shoulder even tighter.
“My point is, my father knows exactly damn well exactly what kind of monster his second youngest son is. I strongly suspect he wants to marry you to him because he hopes that he’ll kill you or just lock you away somewhere. That way he won’t have to worry about you becoming a problem.”
“So how do we stop it?” Nesta asked, her voice sharp like razors.
“We can’t.” Eris sighed, resting his chin on your knee. “Not while Beron is alive.”
“So then we kill him.” Nesta argued defiantly.
“If it was that simple don’t you think I’d have done it already? No, it takes planning. And time. Time to ensure that when I overthrow him, we for one, have a cover story; and two, have enough people on my side that there won’t instantly be a coup.”
You gently untangled one of your hands from his and then combed your fingers through his silky hair. “It’ll be ok.” You reassured him as you stroked the locks. “Plans change all the time. We just have to adapt.”
Eris sighed, closing his eyes and ever so slightly leaning into your touch. Nesta leaned forward gently and rested her head on your shoulder, sighing deeply. “This is bad.” She muttered. “This is really, really bad.”
“Yes,” You said firmly, heart fluttering at her and Eris’s closeness to you. “But we can’t change the past, so now we just have to figure out how to move forward. Eris, how much power is needed to take down a High Lord?”
“A lot.” The Prince mumbled.
“No shit.” You snorted. “Between the three of us, do you think we have enough?”
“Two of us.” Eris corrected. “You’re taking no part in this.”
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You haven’t trained your powers,” He said firmly. “It’s too risky to have you anywhere near this when it goes down.”
You scoffed, furious. “So I’m just supposed to stand by while you two risk your lives killing a High Lord? No, not gonna happen.”
“Dammit, (Y/N)!” Nesta snapped, silencing the room. “We just got you back. We’re not losing you again.”
You went quiet, tears welling in your eyes. You hated feeling useless, shackled down by your inability to be like everyone else. But deep down you knew they were right. Frankly, you weren’t even sure what you could do with your powers, let alone how to wield them. All you’d done is accidentally explode a mountain cave, and you didn’t even know what you were doing.
The Archeron sister inhaled deeply. “Eris and I will take care of Beron, end of story. Now, when we were still in the House of Wind, you said you had more planned for the Night Court.”
You nodded. “Yeah. Although frankly the rest of it was just vague ideas, I wasn’t even sure we’d make it this far to be honest.”
“Ye of little faith.” Eris chuckled, patting your hand. “So, little fox, what else is in this master revenge plan of yours? Was burning down the Inner Circle’s houses not enough?”
“No.” Your voice was firm. “That was just the beginning. I want to make sure their entire court knows how horrible they are. I want them to lose all their power.”
“And how do you plan on that?” The male beneath you asked, still resting his head in your hand.
You took a deep breath. You hadn’t uttered a word of this part of your plan to anyone, even Nesta. It had always seemed too big, too far away to be realistic. But it was here. You’d made it this far. “The women in the Night Court who don’t live in Velaris have suffered for too long.” You began. “I want to help them, to show them that just because their High Lord doesn’t care about them doesn’t mean others don’t. When Beron is overthrown, I need things in Autumn to change, Eris. I want this to become a court that’s safe for women, where they won’t have to worry about being mutilated or sold off like livestock.
“We can bring the Valkyrie training program here. Teach women how to fight and defend themselves if that’s what they wish. Create a village for females who have been traumatised by males and want to live in peace. Like the Library in the House of Wind, but less isolated. Once word gets out, we offer sanctuary to any females suffering – from Night Court or any court. Once the females start leaving Night, the males will turn on each other. The entire court will crumble.”
The room was silent for a minute before Eris spoke. “My dear, changing the ways of this court will take time…”
You cut him off. “No. That’s Rhysand’s exact excuse. You will be High Lord, Eris. Your word is law, and you can write and rewrite them as you wish. Anyone who opposes you can face the consequences. Make an example of those who oppose the loudest.”
“But then he’d be just like Beron.” Nesta protested.
“Beron used his power to enforce laws of hate,” You countered. “To make people's lives worse. You can use it to make them better, even if it's at the cost of some of the uptight males.”
You heard Eris chuckle into your leg, his amber eyes glinting. You yanked on his hair, not missing the way his throat bobbed. “What’s so funny?” You demanded.
“You’re just so sexy when you’re plotting revenge and the downfall of an enemy court.” Eris purred, rubbing your thigh ever so slightly with his hand. Your skin tingled beneath his touch, and you felt yourself heat up at the contact. Nesta chuckled, her sweet breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. With your mate behind you, her lips so close to your skin, and the silver tongued Autumn prince still kneeling in front of you, the room suddenly felt a lot warmer.
“Speaking of sexy and plotting revenge, there’s someone who I think could be of great use to this plan.” Eris continued.
Nesta frowned. “Who?”
Eris smirked, lifting his head and nodding towards the empty corner of the room. The darkness began to shift, familiar shadows curling to the side to reveal a dark set of leathers, accompanied by a pair of leathery wings and hazel eyes.
The Spymaster of the Night Court.
“What the fuck?” You practically yelled as Azriel stepped into the light. Nesta’s arm went in front of you protectively, her eyes smouldering.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Azriel said quietly, his scarred hands at his sides. “I’m working with Eris.”
“You… what?” You sputtered. Nesta was utterly still, like a lioness poised to strike at any second. While Azriel had refused to kill you and disobeyed Rhysand’s orders, you couldn’t forget how he grabbed you and put you in that cell. How you’d seen that dark side of the shadowsinger that everyone in Prythian feared.
“He and I began working together right before we rescued you.” Eris explained. “He told us where you were, and we began meeting in secret after that.”
“Why?” Your answers were limited to a few words, as you reeled with shock.
“Rhysand has been very shaken up by your escape,” Azriel spoke softly, trying to appear in the least threatening manner possible. “I wanted Eris to know if he was planning retaliation, so I’ve been reporting his movements.” The same mission he gave you to do on Tamlin.
“But… why? Why go through all of this for us?”
The shadowsinger shifted on his feet, swallowing thickly. “Because what I did… what I let happen… it was wrong. All of this was wrong, handled incredibly poorly on my family’s part. I know apologising will not mean anything, and it shouldn’t. I’ve done nothing to earn your trust, but I hope I can soon. I want to help you.” He glanced between you and Nesta. “Both of you.”
“You’re committing treason, Azriel.” Nesta said lowly. “Rhysand will kill you if he finds out.”
“He won’t find out unless I want him to.” Azriel said confidently. “And I can take care of myself.”
Eris piped up. “Azzy has been very useful to me. Rhysand thinks he’s spying on me, it’s quite ironic. We’re a fantastic pair if you ask me.”
The Illyrian rolled his eyes, but didn’t snap back like you had expected. Last you checked, the pair hated each other. Their allegiance was surprising, but opened up a whole other world of possibilities for getting into Night.
“I have something for you.” Azriel reached into his pocket, pulling out two neatly folded pieces of paper. “From your friends.”
You sucked in a breath, feeling Nesta do the same. You both missed Emerie and Gwyn terribly, and you found yourself plagued by guilt of leaving them behind. You grabbed one of the letters while Nesta grabbed the other, and began to read.
Nesta, (Y/N), Azriel told Gwyn and I everything. I am so sorry we couldn’t protect you, and it makes me sick to think about what Rhysand was doing to you, (Y/N). Things are going badly here – the training sessions have mostly been disbanded, Cassian is too unhinged right now to be around the priestesses. I think Rhysand is suspicious of us too, thinking we helped you somehow. I hope you’re both safe in Autumn with Eris. Azriel says we can hopefully visit soon, maybe we can move in with you guys haha. Thinking of you both, Emerie.
Tears pricked your eyes, and you looked over and saw Nesta’s doing the same. “Emerie said Cassian is….unhinged.” You said carefully, noting the female tense behind you. “What does that mean?”
Azriel’s hazel eyes shifted to Nesta. “There’s a lot on your plates right now, we don’t need to make it worse by discussing Cassian…”
“I would like to know.” Nesta said firmly, her voice monotone. You reached down and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze.
Azriel took a breath before replying. “He’s angry. Murderous. He would never hurt the priestesses, but he’s surrounded by a cloud of rage that terrifies everyone around him. He’s picking fights in the war camps every day, beating asshole generals half to death to let off steam. None of us can get through to him, except Rhysand. I fear he will snap and fly to Autumn to try and take Nesta back, he’s convinced himself she’s being held here against her will.”
“He can’t do that.” You blurted out.
Eris scoffed. “He can try. My father would love that, actually. The brute would be breaking a ton of rules and would be forfeiting his life by doing so. We won’t let anything happen to you, Nesta.”
You went to speak, but Azriel quickly shushed you. The room went still as tendrils of shadows scurried back to the spymaster. “Someone’s coming.”
“Here?” You whispered, confused.
“Yes, it’s your fiancé.” Azriel hissed. “Nesta, Eris, come here.”
Without a word, your mate and the Autumn Prince scurried over to the spymaster. He held out his arms, and Eris snorted. “You want a hug right now, bat boy?”
“Shut up. My shadows can shield us. Quickly.”
Eris rolled his eyes, but stepped into Azriel’s arm. Nesta did the same, eyes wide with panic. Shadows began to engulf them as they blended into the darkness. Within seconds, they had vanished entirely just as the doorknob began to turn.
The door swung open harshly, revealing a tall male who was unmistakably a Vanserra. He had a stocky build, a wide face with glowing amber eyes that were too close together for your liking. His red hair was short, slicked back in the exact same way Beron’s was. He wore elaborate armour that reeked with the faint stench of blood. Your blood chilled as he let out a sickly smile that reminded you of a demon. A golden tooth glinted in the candlelight, illuminating a white scar through his lip that spanned across the lower half of his face.
“Well, if it isn’t my lovely bride to be.” His voice was like a snake – smooth and charming, yet unmistakably dangerous.
“Malgorm.” You said evenly, standing up. You backed up, trying to put more space between you and the imposing male in front of you. That only egged him on more, as he took another large step towards you.
“The one and only.” He rubbed his hands together, sizing you up as if you were his next meal.
“What are you doing here?” You fought to keep the tremor out of your voice.
He shrugged. “I came to inspect my wife, of course. To see what I’m working with.”
Inspect. His choice of words chilled you. He truly saw you as an object, like you were a shiny new toy he was going to decide if he liked or not. There was a hunger in his eyes that scared you, one that looked like it was a bottomless pit, never satisfied. “I take it you’re a virgin?” He continued casually.
You lied. “Yes.”
Malgorm hummed in approval, walking around to your side of the bed. You stood your ground, despite every instinct telling you to run for the hills. When he reached you, he grabbed the neckline of your dress and pulled it towards him, eyes unabashedly going to your bare chest beneath.
Disgusted, you slapped his hand away instinctively, not thinking of the consequences. Malgorm let out a low growl and grabbed you by the throat, slamming you into the wall. Your head screamed at the impact, but your throat was too restricted to let out a gasp. He was like a feral beast, breathing heavily in your face like a hound salivating before a piece of fresh meat. He leaned forward, dragging his crooked nose along your neck and inhaling deeply. You whimpered – not in arousal, but in fear. You wanted to kick, scream, anything, but you felt frozen.
And Malgorm knew it.
He chuckled, biting your ear hard enough to draw blood. You winced as the liquid trickled down your neck. “I’m going to have fun with you.” He purred in your bleeding ear before finally letting you go just as the edges of your vision went blurry.
You fell to the floor, gasping for air as he turned to walk away. Your entire body trembled, and you felt like you were going to be sick.
“Until next time, my lovely.” Malgorm quipped before slamming the door behind him.
The second the male’s footsteps went out of earshot, the shadows in the corner quickly disappeared, Nesta and Eris shooting out from behind them like a rocket. Fury consumed Nesta’s features as she crouched down beside you and put a hand on your back. Her eyes glowed faintly as she spoke, and you noticed she was breathing heavily as if she had been struggling against something. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” She growled through her teeth.
Eris gently knelt on your other side and pulled a cloth from his pocket. He pressed it against your breathing ear while examining the forming bruises on your neck and the back of your head. It stung, but you barely felt it.
Azriel stepped forward, the disgust written clear as day on his face. “That’s who Beron is marrying you to?” He gaped, echoing your thoughts.
“Not if I can help it.” Nesta hissed, rubbing small circles on your back. “I don’t care what I have to do, I am not letting this marriage happen.”
“Neither am I,” Eris spoke cautiously, gently wiping the blood off your neck in soothing strokes. “But we have to be smart about this. We can’t just kill him randomly one afternoon, especially not before we deal with my father.”
You let out a sob, tears flowing down your cheeks. Nesta wiped them away with her sleeve, which only made you cry harder. Every time you thought you had escaped something bad, it only led to something worse. At this point, you were more scared of being held captive by Malgorm than Rhysand. At least you were pretty sure the High Lord of the Night Court wouldn’t rape you.
As Nesta comforted you and Eris tended to your wounds, you looked up at Azriel. You expected to see a look of disgust on his face at the sight of the three of you cuddled up together on the floor. Admittedly, you had no idea what to call whatever was going on between you all – you were mated to Nesta, who also had feelings for Eris, something you shared in common with her. Yet you felt no jealousy, no anger that your mate blushed whenever the male complimented her. You had assumed Azriel would find it strange, but there was no distaste on his features as he stared down at the three of you. There was something else behind his gaze, a mixture of regret, contentment, and something else you couldn’t place.
The shadowsinger’s deep voice filled the room, quieting your sobs. “I will help you get out of this marriage, (Y/N), if it’s the last thing I do. Whatever you need me to do, you only have to ask.”
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The Resignation Letter
Pairing: Nesta x Eris
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: SMUT (but only at the end so like, you’re safe for the first half)
Summary: When Nesta finally has enough of her horrific boss, she hands in her resignation letter. But Eris Vanserra isn’t going to accept it so easily.
I’m late because of some spontaneous inspiration, but here’s my submission for @nerisweek Day 5 🔥 many many many thanks to @tired-potter for reading this and saying “write the smut”
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Eris didn’t make a habit of lying. Twisting the truth? Yes. Omitting pertinent details? Of course. But outright falsehoods always felt a bit…crass to him. He was above such simple behavior, too skilled to resort to basic evasions.
Yet every single day, he lied to himself by saying he hired Nesta Archeron for her outstanding resume.
“Sir? Mr. Vanserra, are you still there?” The voice on the line eventually snared Eris’ attention, dragging him away from the woman just outside his office.
“Forward any relevant information to my secretary,” Eris drawled, before dropping the phone back into its cradle. Then he settled in to wait, eyes focused on the frosted glass doors.
Not even five minutes later, a knock sounded. Wiping the smugness from his expression, Eris settled behind his desktop. “Enter.” He pulled up the notes from the latest board meeting, though he had no intention of reading them.
The door swung open so fast, he half expected it to shatter on impact with the wall. Nesta Archeron strutted into his office like a gale-force wind, heels clicking on the polished wood as she swept inside. The door swung shut behind her, just in time for the scathing remark she fired his way, “You had Weston forward me the lunch menu?”
Eris lifted a brow, focusing his attention on her. Blue-gray eyes flashed silver in a showstopping face, full lips pursed in irritation. Her glare alone had Eris hardening in his pants, but the slim fitted skirt did wonders for her flared hips. The real treat was the heaving breasts straining at her blouse. Eris had far too many fantasies about those breasts, not that he let her know it.
His disdainful expression must have worked, because Nesta straightened, chin lifting into the air as she mastered her expression. Wrath softened into begrudging obedience as she added the required address. “Sir.”
Eris fought back a smirk, tapping on his keyboard casually. “He was nattering on about the upcoming fundraiser, and you know how I feel about insignificant details.”
“I hardly think a million-dollar fundraiser is insignificant.”
“Two million, but besides the point. I can’t be bothered with deciding on meal options. You’re my secretary, isn’t that your job? Handling messes I don’t care for?”
He watched her jaw clench, biting back some retort or another. Likely, Nesta thought he would fire her for the offense. It was fortunate that she couldn’t see the length straining at his fly. “Yes, sir,” she finally said.
“So there isn’t a problem, is there?” Eris waited with bated breath, wondering if Nesta would snap at last.
“No, sir.”
He fought a frown. Perhaps he hadn’t pushed her hard enough. Yet. “Is there a reason you’re still in my office, Miss Archeron?”
Nesta straightened impossibly further, turning on one heel with the precision of a ballerina. Which—considering his rigorous background checks of all new employees—he knew she once was. The fact only fueled his fantasies, wondering what flexibility she might retain from her earlier years in dance.
“Close the door behind you,” Eris called after her, tearing his gaze away from her perfectly rounded ass. He did have some work to get done, and his secretary served as wonderful motivation.
“Sir,” Nesta ground out, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make Eris smile.
* * * * *
Nesta forced herself to click on the next email gently. She’d already broken two keyboards and three computer mice in her first year working for the Autumn Corporation. She was lucky that Eris didn’t know, though considering the smug expression on his face every day, she wouldn’t be surprised if he did and was waiting for the right moment to remind her.
Her face twitched as she read the contents of the message. All day, she’d been getting bullshit messages from everyone in the building, from the financial management office to the janitor. No doubt Eris’ doing. He must have decided her snappy comments warranted this…punishment. Fielding calls about the upcoming weekend event, the office supply levels, the building’s cleaning procedure, and so much more. If she got another stupid email, Nesta swore she’d finally print out her resignation letter and nail it to his desk. Or perhaps staple it directly to Eris’ chest.
Ding.
Nesta practically vibrated as she clicked the notification, bringing up an email chain from HR regarding staffing issues that had devolved into slander and gossip long before reaching her inbox. Nesta nearly toppled her chair in her haste to reach the printer, heels boring into the carpet as she waited for her letter to print. Fucking finally. She’d be done with this. Done with him. She didn’t care about a backup plan, she couldn’t stay in this office for another minute.
She didn’t even bother to knock when she barged into Eris’ office. His expression was calm, even as she stormed up to the desk, pinning her letter to its surface. “I quit,” she hissed.
His eyes flashed like amber flames. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk.
“No thank you,” Nesta sneered, turning on one heel.
“I insist.”
Nesta stopped, one hand on the door, and looked back at him with no small amount of disbelief. “And I don’t care,” she said. “Everything you need to know is in my resignation letter, which you can either read at your leisure or have a new secretary read to you, whenever you manage to hire someone.”
Eris pushed back from his desk, rising to his considerable height. Those long legs ate up the distance between them before Nesta could do much more than open the door. His hand wrapped around the handle, mere millimeters above her own. “Nesta,” he said lowly, dipping his head to look her in the eye. “I insist.”
She blinked. She couldn’t help it. All the Vanserras were terribly attractive, to Nesta’s dismay. And even though Eris was her boss, and a horrible person to boot, she wasn’t blind. His tailored suits fit him like a glove, the faint whiff of elegant cologne only adding to his expensive allure. But even if he’d been wearing garbage bags, Eris would be gorgeous. His face could make angels weep. High cheekbones, smoldering eyes, and luscious lips, all framed by fiery hair that belonged in a shampoo advertisement. And if Nesta managed to tear her gaze away, she’d only be ensnared by his broad shoulders and firm ass. She’d daydreamed of touching him too many times to count.
While Nesta fought to regain her breath, Eris pulled the door from her lax fingers, letting it fall closed again. “Come,” he murmured, extending an arm to direct her back to the desk. He didn’t touch her, but she swore she could feel the heat of his hand hovering above her lower back. She sucked in air, all but jumping away from him in her haste to sit.
Eris settled into the chair beside hers, rather than going back behind the desk. “Are you unhappy here, Nesta?”
She nearly jumped, still surprised to hear her first name. For the entire year she’d been working, Eris had never referred to her as Nesta. “Yes,” she bit out, wanting the whole ordeal to be over so she could leave. She didn’t want to lust over her boss any longer than necessary, yet here they were, alone in his office after most of the building had left for the night.
“Can you give me any feedback as to what made your experience a negative one?”
Her nostrils flared, rage overtaking her nerves. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I can,” Nesta said. “Your vengeful assignments, harsh criticisms, careless requests for overtime, and so much more. You are, without a doubt, the least hospitable boss I have ever worked for.”
Eris’ mouth twitched up. Was he smiling? “I sincerely apologize for my behavior,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Perhaps I should have set better ground rules at the start of your employment. Do you believe incentives would have improved your experience working here?”
Nesta scoffed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe this. Incentives? Like what, a pat on the head? You’ve never even managed a compliment in the entire time I’ve been here.”
“So praise would have been helpful, then?” Eris hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk. “Very good, Nesta. Thank you for the feedback.”
Despite her fury, the words settled in her gut. Very good. When was the last time she’d heard anything like that? And for it to be happening in Eris’ office, during a resignation discussion? Nesta gritted her teeth. “This isn’t funny,” she snapped.
“I’m not joking,” Eris said, brows raised. “I take feedback very seriously. Would any other incentives have helped you?”
Nesta stared at him, utterly lost for words. Was this some kind of dream? A polite Eris Vanserra asking for constructive criticism?
“Perhaps some extra attention from me would have enhanced your time at the company,” Eris said, tilting his head. “Do you agree? Would it have helped to have one-on-one time to go over your assignments?” His amber stare pinned her in place, burning with an intensity she usually associated with annoyance. But Eris seemed anything but annoyed.
She looked away, unable to hold his stare. “I doubt it.”
“Would punishments have been better?”
Nesta sucked in a breath, eyes flying back to him. “Excuse me?” Her voice was an octave higher than usual.
“I think you would have liked that, Nesta,” Eris said with a smirk. “A little praise, a little punishment. Nothing as vanilla as we’ve done thus far, hmm?”
All of the little innuendos started to add up, and Nesta watched, shocked, as Eris blatantly examined her from head to toe. His gaze lingered on her chest, her hips, her mouth. Nesta scrambled up and out of her chair, legs a bit wobbly. She ignored the pleasant tingle racing over her skin, forcing her expression to turn icy. “I’m leaving,” she stated.
“I’m leaving, sir,” Eris corrected. The harsh tone made her freeze halfway across the office. Nesta loathed the warmth blooming in her belly. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to leave.”
“I don’t need permission,” she gritted out, making her feet move once more. “I quit, remember?”
“Very well, I’ll accept your letter of resignation. But you have to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth,” Eris drawled.
Her fingers brushed the door handle, but that damned heat made her hesitate. What was wrong with her? Nesta couldn’t stand the man, but still she found herself turning to face him. One last retort and she’d be gone, she promised. “What truth?”
Eris lounged in the chair, legs spread wide. His smirk grew when he saw her hesitation. “Tell me you don’t want my cock,” he said.
Nesta’s lungs froze, her lips parting in shock. And Eris began to laugh, as though he could sense the wetness between her thighs, the thoughts that had been circling her brain for months.
“Go on. Tell me.”
She tried. Damn her but she tried. “I don’t want you.”
“You can do better than that, love.”
Nesta bared her teeth. “I don’t want you,” she snarled.
“Better, but I still hear the lie.”
Growling softly, Nesta stalked over to him, stabbing a finger into his chest. “I. Don’t. Want. You,” she ground out, punctuating each word with her nail.
Eris’ smirk only grew. He licked his lips, leaning forward. “Oh, but you do,” he whispered, running a finger up her forearm.
Nesta glared down at him, but her breathing stuttered again when she noticed the bulge in his trousers. “I don’t,” she said, but even to her ears, the words were weak.
“Prove it.” His finger disappeared, and Eris sprawled back in the seat. “Let’s see that pretty pussy. It better be bone dry.”
Her lip curled, seeking a worthy retort but finding none. She could either walk out, saving her dignity but losing the battle. Losing the war, really, since that’s what the last year had been. Or she could do what he said, be proven wrong, and likely receive the dicking down of a lifetime.
The sound of her zipper was almost too loud in the quiet office. Eris’ smirk faded into a look of predatory interest, his gaze unblinking as Nesta dropped her skirt to the floor. She rolled down her hose, drawing it out until Eris was shifting in his seat. Then Nesta was the one smirking, sliding her panties down and stepping out of them. She sat primly on the chair opposite Eris, victory heating her veins. She luxuriated in his stare, spreading her legs wide enough that she knew he could see every inch of her—dripping wet.
Eris actually growled, and Nesta widened even further, fingers playing with the hem of her button-down. “Am I a good liar?”
“Sir,” he corrected, eyes flashing.
She grinned. “Am I a good liar, sir?”
Eris loosed a long breath, running a hand through his hair, mussing the perfect strands. “I’m not sure. Are you a good liar, deserving a reward? Or are you a bad girl for lying to me?”
Nesta hesitated only a moment. But she had nothing left to lose. “I think I’ve been very, very good for a long time. I think I deserve a lot of rewards.”
* * * * *
Eris was kicking himself. Why the fuck had he waited so long? He should have thrown her on his desk ages ago. Nesta’s gleaming cunt practically sang his name, and he fought the animalistic urge to take her without preamble. But he refused to rush, refused to hurry the moment he’d been waiting for.
And as Nesta had pointed out, he did owe her a reward.
So he ignored his painfully stiff length in favor of kneeling on the floor before her. Eris ghosted his fingers up her leg, trailing along her calf. “What kind of reward does my good girl want?”
Nesta was so still, he wondered if she was still breathing. “What will you give me?”
“What you deserve,” he murmured, brushing his lips against the side of her knee. She twitched, sensitive. “I suppose you could come on my fingers,” Eris mused, sliding his hand up to her inner thigh. He watched her muscles tense at the touch, anticipating his next move.
“Yes,” Nesta said, though it sounded like a demand from her haughty lips.
“Yes, what?” To emphasize the point, Eris removed his hand from her, pulling away entirely.
Nesta huffed, rolling her eyes. “Yes, sir,” she said, mocking him. “Please make me come on your fingers, sir.”
She wouldn’t be laughing for long, Eris thought darkly. He skipped right over her thigh, plunging one finger into her without warning or preparation. Her slick channel parted around him easily, though Nesta gasped in surprise. He hummed, curling his finger up into her heat, his cock hardening further at the phantom touch of that glorious pussy. He could almost feel her around him, massaging his length. But not yet.
“Good girls ask nicely,” he growled, biting her thigh lightly. She jolted, tightening around his finger in response. Interesting. He pulled out of her, watching her hips lift a bit to chase his hand.
Nesta swallowed, looking down at him with hooded eyes. “Please,” she repeated, no hint of teasing in her tone. She bit down on her lip, watching as he pressed small kisses up her leg. He ran a teasing finger up her slit, but he avoided her nub. “Eris,” she snapped.
He traced wide circles around her clit, ignoring her mounting frustration. “Nicely,” he reminded her.
Eris nearly chuckled watching Nesta reign in her temper. “Please make me come, sir,” she said again, silver eyes piercing through him. “I’ll be a good girl.”
He smirked. “I bet you will,” he said, passing his thumb over her nub so gently, her hips arched off the chair, demanding more. Eris obliged, leaning in to press a kiss to her apex. Nesta moaned in response, making him grin against her. He gave her a long lick, stopping to taste her honeyed hole. His tongue dipped in briefly, enough to make Nesta arch off the chair, and then he sat back on his heels. “Take off your shirt,” he ordered.
Already needy, Nesta complied immediately, practically ripping the buttons in her haste. She was breathing hard, those bountiful breasts spilling over the cups of her lacy bra, heaving under his stare. Eris rewarded her with both tongue and fingers, delighting in the sounds spilling from her lips. Every twitch and shudder helped him learn, improve his technique. If he crooked his fingers inside her just so, he could make her scream. When he pulled her clit into the heat of his mouth, she writhed, practically sobbing at the attention. And when the stimulation became too much, pushing over the edge, Eris memorized the details of her pleasure. The expression as she came, the violent twitching of her thighs, the rhythmic spasms around his fingers.
But where those aftershocks began to slow, Eris sped up, working her harder, faster. He didn’t want to reward her, Eris wanted to ruin her.
She surfaced from her third orgasm with a choked gasp, legs clamped tight around his head. “Stop,” she said, voice hoarse. Eris heard the tears even before he looked up at her, still lapping at her sensitive folds. “Please, sir,” Nesta begged, her knuckles white where she gripped the chair.
Eris released her with a final kiss to her clit, and Nesta trembled in his grasp. Chuckling, he let her go at last, ignoring the pins and needles in his legs as he stood up. He was far more concerned with the aching length trapped in his slacks. “Good girl,” he praised, running a hand over himself for some small bit of relief. He was already leaking in his pants, anticipating what was to come. Nesta wasn’t leaving his office until he was satisfied, and he had plenty of fantasies to work through before they were done for the night.
Number one on his list was bending her over his desk, a punishment he’d longed for each and every time she’d come storming into his office. Soon he wouldn’t have to wonder how her dripping cunt would look wrapped around him.
“Get your ass on the desk. Now.”
* * * * *
Nesta’s legs wobbled, but she obeyed, practically stumbling out of the chair to lean against the solid wood furniture.
Then Eris was on her, hands at her waist, her hips, her back. Her bra disappeared, flung across the room somewhere while he devoured her. He licked into her mouth, utterly filthy, and she loved it. Loved the taste of him, spicy and hot. Loved the firm press of his lips against hers, the slide of his tongue, the desperate fingers tracing her curves. Her own hands pressed against him, feeling blocks of muscle beneath his tailored clothes.
Eris pulled away from her mouth, but only for a moment. Her pussy clenched when he swept an arm over the desk, sending piles of organized paperwork to the floor. His carelessness, driven by the same fierce need she felt, was the proof she’d been longing for.
Then he was at her breast, licking, sucking, pulling moan after moan from her throat. His fingers worked at her core, building a fast and furious need within her. “Eris,” she chanted his name, over and over, until he was panting against her. Nesta’s skin pebbled, her nipples hardening under his ministrations.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you,” Eris murmured, seemingly unable to pry his lips from her body. “You’ve wanted me to take you for months.”
“God, yes,” she groaned, feeling his fingers biting into her hips, pulling her tight against him. She ground upwards, feeling the long length straining at his fly. “Every time you called me in here, I wanted to end it.”
“End it,” Eris repeated, smiling against her breastbone. He pressed kisses in a line up her chest. His hips rolled against hers, forcing her clit to accept the friction of his slacks. Nesta’s eyes rolled back, knowing she was making a mess of those sleek gray trousers. He wouldn’t be able to walk out of his office without everyone knowing. “End what?”
“Your stupid leering stare, your rude comments,” she panted. “I wanted to sit on your face to shut you up sometimes.”
“Perhaps you will,” Eris said, voice a dark promise. “But right now it’s my turn, my fantasy. And I plan on fucking you utterly stupid.”
The tinny sound of his zipper met her ears over the pounding of her pulse. She could barely think straight as she watched Eris pull himself out, every rigid inch of him. God, he was big. And unfairly pretty. Nesta bit down on her lip, unable to look away as Eris stroked himself, once, twice. Then his other hand pressed her down onto the desk, pinning her to the surface roughly.
“Beg,” Eris growled, running the head of his cock through her slick lips. He nudged her clit, rubbing over it on every pass, until she was clawing at the desk with numb fingertips.
“Fill me up, sir,” Nesta said darkly. Eris’ eyes flashed, and then he slammed into her, the force of his thrust sliding her up the desk. She groaned, luxuriating in the stretch of her walls, the throbbing length taking up every inch of space within her. “More,” she demanded, arching her back to thrust her breasts in the air. His gaze latched onto them, as expected.
“Be careful what you ask for,” was his only warning. Then Eris was pounding into her with long, strong thrusts. She gasped, reaching over her head to grip the edges of the desk. Eris gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back to meet every snap of his hips. He plundered depths she didn’t know existed, thumbing at her clit with each stroke. Nesta reached the precipice before she realized, coming around him so suddenly, she whined in surprise. Then one hand was wrapping around her throat, cutting off her air and abruptly ending the sound. “Again,” Eris ordered, teeth bared in feral pleasure. Nesta could do nothing but comply, shuddering in his hold as her pussy tightened around him.
Eris released her throat when she came, letting her suck down heaving breaths. Then he pulled out of her, leaving her gaping in his absence. “Eris,” she started, but he didn’t let her finish.
His fingers bit into her hips, moving her efficiently until she was bent over the desk, breasts pressed into the smooth surface. She panted, looking over her shoulder at him. The sight of Eris fully clothed while she was wholly naked before him had Nesta flushing all over. Anyone could walk in—she hadn’t locked the door. And all they’d see was Nesta, spread across Eris’ desk like a sultry feast.
Eris’ cock gleamed in the lamplight, coated with her juices. His lap was smeared with it, from where she’d pressed herself against him. But Eris didn’t seem to care, his dark gaze fixed on her. “You look so beautiful, laid out like this for me,” he said. He ran a hand over her ass, fingers skimming over her and up her back. “Ready for me to take, to use however I want. Do you like being my pretty cocksleeve, Nesta?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, shivering with anticipation. Eris held her down, keeping her upper body pinned to the wood. She could barely wiggle in the position, but Nesta found she didn’t mind, because then Eris was bucking his hips to impale her on his length once more.
Bent over the desk with Eris pumping into her from behind, Nesta moaned helplessly, lost in the sensation of her boss repeatedly filling her up. He somehow reached even deeper like this, hips pumping furiously. Each thrust resulted in a wet slap, the sounds speeding up as his thrusts turned sloppy, even rougher as he neared completion. “You take me so well,” Eris growled. “No one’s pussy is as good as yours. You were made for this, Nesta. Made to take my cock.”
With the way he stretched her so perfectly, Nesta couldn’t think of a single argument. “Please, sir,” she begged, moaning at a particularly deep thrust. He was hitting all the right spots to make her see stars.
“Please what? Does my good girl want to come again?”
“Yes, sir,” she practically sobbed, breasts rubbing hard onto the desk.
Eris slowed his thrusts, taking the time to grind against her when he was at his deepest. “Do you want me to fill you up? Should I make a mess of you?”
Nesta nodded, beyond words as he rolled his hips against her ass. “Please,” she managed.
He groaned, long and low, picking up the pace again. His cock dragged along her walls, running over the same spot over and over until she was sobbing on the desk. “My good girl,” Eris grunted. “You’re going to feel me for days.” Then his hips stuttered, and Eris banded an arm around her chest, hauling her up against him. Eris groaned, pressing fevered kisses to her neck, one hand finding her breast as the other found her core with unerring accuracy.
Nesta moaned at the first hot spurt within her, Eris’ fingers sending her over the edge one last time. She clenched around his twitching length, milking him for everything he was worth. The cresting pleasure overwhelmed every thought until she was gasping, hair sticking to her forehead as Eris softened inside her.
He pressed his lips to her temple in a surprisingly gentle kiss. “Good girl,” he repeated, holding her close. “Do you like your reward?”
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@nerisweek Day One: Angst/Forbidden Love
Heavy on the forbidden love, this is the longer/uncut/original version (i.e. there’s a bonus apology scene at the end that I cut from the fic) of Eris and Nesta’s first kiss and then some in A Court of Rage and Fire, Chapter 13, but slightly edited to stand alone for Neris Week. Very NSFW
Nesta has accepted Eris Vanserra’s marriage proposal and joined the Autumn Court as they await the wedding date that Beron has set. They have agreed to an impermanent marriage, to last only a year and a day in order to accomplish their goal of unseating Beron. However, if they consummate their union before the ceremony, still several days away, they’ll be forced into a lifelong marriage.
Part One: Nesta’s Fury
Revealing a familiarly-shaped token, Eris asked, “Do you know it?”
“It’s been a long time,” Nesta said, remembering the table with the inlaid marble board at her horrible grandmamma’s house.
“When did you learn?” Eris handed half of the pieces to her and began to set up his own. “You haven’t been in the Night Court so long.”
“As a child,” Nesta said. “My mother made me. Humans play it too.”
Eris tilted his head. “It’s mostly a soldier’s game here. Was your mother a warrior like you?”
Nesta snorted, remembering the way her mother had connived and strategized Nesta’s training and socializing to produce a bride seemly enough to seduce a prince. And here she was, days from marrying this prince. “In the ballroom, sure.”
“Fascinating how differently one game can be played on either side of a wall, separated by a few centuries. Here, we remember the War and the games we played to prepare. And humans, with their short memories and many generations, turn it into an idle parlor game in less than my lifetime.”
Nesta finished setting up her pieces. “Are we not playing an idle parlor game?”
“If you play this one enough, you will learn to see patterns and openings on any battlefield, which may come in handy all too soon,” Eris said, his face cold and pale in solemnity. “But we could raise the stakes if it feels too idle for you.”
“What would you have us play for?”
Eris grabbed two game pieces. “This one,” he said, brandishing the black piece, “for mental stakes, and this one,” he waved the white, “for physical.” He placed both pieces behind his back and said, “Pick a hand.”
“I assume mental is more truths. But physical…you mean, favors?”
“Hardly. I was thinking more of a dare. I told you I would not touch you until you ask me to.”
“You mean unless I ask you to?” Nesta arched one brow.
“No. I mean until.” Eris’s smirk was slight, but the fire glittering in his eyes was positively feral. “I thought we might dare losers to…strip. No touching, mind you. Just…looking.”
Nesta’s stomach fluttered. Plenty of males had seen her without clothes in the bedroom—and no small number of females, either—but the notion of baring herself for this prince, who had kept his word and not even touched her since dancing with her and then winnowing her here, weeks ago now…oh, it was so deliciously unseemly that she just had to lock up the last shred of her human modesty for the night.
Because if there was anything that Nesta Archeron loved, it was wanton indecency. In private, of course.
It wasn’t like she would let it lead anywhere, even if he was unserious about not touching. She would tease him, and send him to the guest room with his tail between his legs.
“Why choose, when we could do both?” she said, not bothering to hide the wickedness in her own eyes. “But perhaps we could relocate. Somewhere without a front door and giant windows.”
“Say no more,” Eris said, lifting the board smoothly so that the pieces did not fall off. “Lead the way. I know you know where you’re going.”
When they were seated on velvet chairs, opposite each other around a small table in the hidden blood-red and golden boudoir, Nesta asked, “So, loser of each game token also loses a piece of clothing, and winner asks a question?”
“Precisely,” Eris said, making his first move. “And we will not stop playing until the pieces are gone, even if there’s no clothes left. We can keep going with truths, but I hate to leave a game unfinished. Especially if there’s a view.”
Nesta glanced down at the board, which held seven pieces on each side, then at their clothes. They each only wore night clothes and a robe. “Someone counted.” She made her first move, a conservative opening that she had learned from her mother as her grandmamma disapprovingly corrected her posture in the chair. Nesta leaned back on the chaise in a way that would have made Grandmamma crack Nesta’s knuckles with a stick.
Two moves later, Eris took Nesta’s first piece. “You really are rusty,” he said. “One of the oldest tricks in the book against that opening you pulled.”
“I should have remembered.” Nesta stood, slowly shrugging off Eris’s silk robe. Left only in her translucent nightdress, she raised her eyebrows.
If Eris had been respectful when he walked in on her upstairs, his gaze now was anything but.
Nesta broke his reverie by returning to the chaise, this time lounging on her side. “What’s your question?”
Eris’s knuckles were nearly white clutching the arms of his chair. “Did you miss me while I was away?” he asked.
Nesta was quiet a moment as she considered her next move. “Unfortunately.”
Eris tutted in feigned shock, though something else that Nesta couldn’t place glinted in his eyes. “How is that unfortunate?”
“Because,” Nesta said, “you’re an arrogant prick who did not need to grow a bigger head.”
The way Eris looked at her then was entirely indecent. “What did you miss about me?”
“Sparring with you,” Nesta said flatly.
“And?”
“And verbally sparring.”
Eris chuckled. Within a move, he lost his robe too. He untied it slowly, his eyes on Nesta the entire time. Her eyes, though, were drawn to the curls of brownish-red hair that thinly decorated the muscles of his chest, then led in a trail below his low-slung, loose pants.
“I’ve seen many Fae without shirts,” she said.
Eris returned to his chair. “Is that your question, or are you bragging of your conquests? Because I wouldn’t mind hearing about the more…interesting ones.”
Nesta ignored him. “You’re the only one I’ve seen with chest hair. Like a…”
“Like a human?”
Nesta nodded. “Is it an Autumn trait?”
“It’s one of Autumn’s best-kept secrets, though at this point it would hurt nobody but Beron’s pride if everyone knew,” Eris said, considering her as he moved a token. “He’s a bastard, but the only child of the last High Lord. His father was Fae, but his mother was a human slave in the Court.”
Nesta blinked. “Beron hates humans.”
“He hates himself,” Eris said darkly. “Pulls his hair back tight so his ears look bigger. He grows a beard, and shaves his face and body every single morning. Used to make me do it, too, but I hated it, so now I just keep my shirt on. Poor Regis and… Regis actually grows a beard, too, and can’t go a day without shaving.” Beron and Regis, easily the two vainest Vanserras—which was saying something—and also, the most visibly human. “But…Beron did banish humans from the Autumn Court as soon as he took the throne, effectively freeing them hundreds of years before most of the other courts, besides Night, which had already done the same. Maybe because he hated them, maybe because he was ashamed, maybe because he loved his mother. I have no idea, and he won’t talk about it.”
“And that’s why you have so many brothers,” Nesta said remembering Ada’s lecture about Vanserra fertility.
“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” Eris sipped his tea. “To be so celebrated for half-human virility, while desperately hiding it. How many High Fae, let alone how many High Lords in all of our history, can boast of si—seven sons? The Vanserras are near-mythical in Prythian for it. I take a tonic, and as long as Beron sits on the throne I won’t stop even if you ask me to. He’d probably kill us both if he knew I even told you.”
“Why?” Nesta asked incredulously. “I was born human.”
“But you’re full High Fae, physically. And the prejudices against Half-Fae are mostly forgotten now, but after the Wall went up, Half-Fae were…outcasts. Unwelcome, the lowest class. Beron was already old then, and his father had been careful to keep Beron’s mother a secret, so he was lucky no one knew or remembered where he came from. Other Half-Fae were locked out of society, let alone nobility. Many sold their bodies to eat, as it was the only way they were allowed most places.”
Nesta was quiet, then. She idly picked at the velvet of the chaise, reminded of her family’s desperation, and how she had swung between the possibilities of watching her family starve just to spite her father, and selling her own body to feed them. But Feyre, all on her own, had kept them alive and prevented both of Nesta’s plans from happening.
“Where did you go there?” Eris asked, genuine concern in his amber eyes. He reached out across the table as if to stroke her face, but stopped and pulled back.
Nesta looked around, then down at the game board. Eris had been distracted by Beron’s story, and his last move had been careless. She took another of his pieces. “I was looking for a way to kick your ass at this game,” she said crudely.
“That’s a lie,” Eris said, his voice low and cold. “What happened to you?”
“Well, I don’t owe you a truth yet, and I hope you don’t waste your last question on something so dull. You owe me your pants and an answer.”
Eris nodded solemnly, crossed his ankle over his knee, and set his pants aflame. Nesta watched as the fabric burned away, revealing the long, toned muscles of his legs, the dark curls that led from his thighs and abdomen to the heavy, semi-hard phallus between his legs.
“Show off,” Nesta scoffed. She could have sworn that she felt the heat emanating from Eris, though he was several feet away. Or was that her? Something about his nudity, his vulnerability before her, while she lounged fully—mostly—clothed, had her feeling powerful.
“I’d love to show you how nice the flames feel,” Eris said, now grinning ferally with fire in his eyes.
Nesta glanced around the room, desperate to look anywhere but besides Eris’s cock. She’d been staring.
Oh, gods. He had fucking completely, utterly seduced her, hadn’t he? Just like he’d promised weeks ago. If Nesta’s arena of seduction had been the dance floor, then she had handed herself to him on his—the world of parlor games, clever conversation, and secret rooms.
Her eyes settled on the wall of glass and wooden and gemstone cocks. At least those were not attached to Eris.
“Tell me true. Which of those cocks gets the most use?”
Eris let out a bark of laughter. “All the questions in the world, and that’s what you want to know? Why, do you want to try one?”
“I owe you no answer, Vanserra.” Nesta lazily adjusted her position on her side, stretching an arm overhead with the knowledge that it made her full breasts look incredible.
“The glass one,” Eris said. “It holds heat sublimely, and you can rather see inside with it. If you’re very, very nice, you can use it on me someday.”
That was more than Nesta had asked for, the thought of fucking this male, laid out before her like a meal, the power over him that he offered her, was intriguing. But that would be for another time.
Nesta made her move. It was a giveaway, a purposeful dangling of her game piece before Eris. He ignored the bait, focusing on defending a different part of the board.
Her seething must have been obvious, because Eris said, “You do realize your dress is already transparent, don’t you?”
She was indignant. How dare he decline to take her piece and her nightgown?
Her next few moves backed him into a corner. He could move nowhere without taking a piece.
Eris met her eyes. “Do you trust me?”
She gave the slightest of nods, and her nightgown went up in flames.
It was utterly, ravishingly delightful. Eris’s fire tickled hotly at her skin, leaving chilled goose flesh in its wake. The flames took their time and burned slowly against her most sensitive parts, brushing like a lover’s hot, whispering breath at her neck and the backs of her knees. She couldn’t help it—she squirmed into the sensation, her back arching like a cat to lean into the fire licking at her shoulders, then her breasts. Her nipples peaked, straining for more heat, more wisps of air rushing to feed Eris’s fire on her skin.
When the flames finally reached the bit of nightgown that had gathered near her core, she gasped. Her thighs squeezed around the last lick of flame, which lingered to heat the bundle of nerves, but she needed more, more heat, more pressure. She writhed shamelessly, the arch of her back traveling down to her pelvis, which she thrust forward to chase the fire, wishing it would never leave her skin. But the last of her nightgown was consumed, and she both heard and felt the wetness between her thighs sizzle against the dying flame.
This male was hellfire.
Nesta propped herself up on her hands, entirely exposed to him. Eris met her eyes, his chest heaving with quick breaths despite his cool mask of conquest.
“Truth. What do you want right now?” Eris asked, the words sinfully low.
“More.” His phallus quivered as the whisper spilled from her lips.
“That’s too bad,” he said with feigned sympathy. “We still have a game to play, and it’s your turn.”
“You mock me.”
“I would worship you, if you would just humor me.”
Nesta sat up then, leaned forward and moved a piece without looking at it.
“That’s an illegal move.” Eris moved the piece back.
“I don’t care,” Nesta said petulantly.
“Please,” Eris practically growled.
The deep rumble in his voice spurred her to consider the board again. She’d already screwed herself, with every one of her pieces still in danger of being taken. She retreated her most valuable piece, and braced for the next truth.
“Do you want to change the terms? Do you want me to touch you?” His deep voice softened to a purr, the low rumble of it sending shivers down her spine.
She nodded.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Eris’s expression was that of a cat who had caught a bird, and it nearly undid Nesta.
“I want you,” she choked out the words louder, “to touch me…everywhere.”
Smugly, Eris gestured at the board for her move. Arrogant, court trained, fucking bastard.
There was no way she could win, not after carelessly offering all of her pieces as sacrifice. One move, and then another, and Eris would steal her pieces and her truths one by one. It was undignified, and the cruel smirk on his lips showed he knew it. Relished it.
So she did what any king—or any petulant brat—would have done. With a swipe of her hand, the wooden board and pieces clattered to the ground.
Fire and rage simmered in Eris’s eyes as he snarled, “I was going to win.”
Nesta held her chin high, her spine a column of pure steel. “You already have.”
There was a moment where they just glared at each other, chests heaving with ragged breaths, and then Eris leapt at her.
Despite knocking over the table on his way, Eris was surprisingly—no, maddeningly—gentle where his tongue and lips met her neck and his hands lightly grazed her waist.
She leaned into his touch, wrapping her arms and legs around him to urge more, every inch of his skin almost hot enough to burn. But he denied her, keeping his touch light as he raised his mouth to her ear to whisper, “What makes you think I’ll give you what you want after that sort of behavior?”
Fury burned through her as hot as his skin against hers, and she dug her nails into his back. He groaned, and she felt his cock twitch against her thighs.
His hands dropped to her ass, fingers digging into the curved flesh to lift her up and push her against a wall, moving across the room with that unnatural speed. Nesta’s legs were still wrapped around him, and she could now feel every inch of his burning-hot cock sliding against her pussy, though he did not enter the core that clenched tightly for want of him.
His flames caressed every inch of her skin, burning her last shred of dignity away. “Fill me,” she whimpered.
“No,” he hissed, his mouth still at her ear, and she shuddered at the hot breath that tickled the sensitive, inner skin. Then he pulled back, and meeting her gaze, he slipped one hand from her ass to run a single finger against the wetness between her legs. His fingertip paused at her entrance, and she gasped, the pressure even without penetration threatening to undo her.
Leveraging her with one hand and the wall, he raised his free hand to demonstrate how her wetness dripped and stretched clear liquid cords between his thumb and forefinger. His amber eyes did not leave her gaze as his lips parted to make room for his finger in his mouth. His breath caught, shivering at the taste of her on his tongue.
Their eyes remained locked as he began to grind his cock against her wetness, slipping slowly over the bundle of nerves that had her seeing stars. His flames licked at her nipples, her neck, her knees. When her eyelids fluttered at the full-body sensation, he commanded, “Open your eyes,” and when she again held his gaze, she undulated her hips, trying to catch his cock in her hole as its heat swept maddeningly up and down across her pussy.
“I will not have your scent marked by me before we are tied,” Eris growled, pressing his body hard against her to keep her from moving, the heat on her clit bringing her to the precipice of release.
“Just an inch,” she begged.
He chuckled darkly at the pathetic desire he had roused in her, and she could bear no more.
“Please me.” Her voice then was a wanton command, her lip curling into an imperious sneer.
A ragged breath escaped Eris’s lips as he obeyed, pulling back just enough that his cock pressed at her entrance. She moaned and squeezed every muscle in her pelvis, trying to draw him in, but he held her tightly and gave her less than an inch, just enough to open her around his tip.
But it was enough. Her climax shuddered through her entire body, her breath exiting her lips in gasps, her core clenching rhythmically around nothing but the half-inch of fire at her entrance.
Eris, his expression as cool as stone, watched her face the whole time, lightly grabbing her jaw to keep their eyes level when her head tried to curl back in ecstasy. It only made the ripples coursing through her body flex harder.
When she finally stilled, fire roared in his eyes. His lips twitched, and finally, hungrily, she pressed her mouth to his.
As his tongue pushed past her lips, sweeping her mouth, he pulled her back from the wall and carried her. She wrapped her hands around his cheeks, holding his face to hers tightly, and squeezed her legs around him, for stability as much as the hope of slipping him inside her, but he held her strongly away from his cock.
Then, she realized through the haze of her fading climax and the distraction of the kiss, that he was rising a set of stairs.
“Where are you going?” she cried, breaking contact with his lips.
“To bed,” he said, and set her down gently in the great room. At the feral curl of her lips, he shook his head. “You upstairs, and me in the guest room.”
“But—”
“I do not tell you no lightly,” Eris said. “An Autumn handfasting is a temporary marriage for a reason. If you reek of me before the ceremony, we may end up in a less temporary situation. One that neither of us desires.”
Nesta barely registered his words, her gaze wantonly falling to his wet, throbbing cock. Eris exhaled sharply, bringing her gaze back to his cold, pale face, his flaring nostrils. And with that he turned on his heel and disappeared toward the guest bedroom, leaving Nesta naked and alone in the tall, dark room.
Part Two: Eris’s Penance
Nesta sat in the great gilded chair in the boudoir, and Eris lightly ran his hand from face to neck to breasts to infuriatingly close to her pussy.
He placed his hands on her knees, parting them to expose her gleaming cunt. He ran his hands up her spread thighs, leaning in close to murmur in her ear, “I would worship you, until you tell me to stop.”
Full of aching need, she allowed a moment for the frissons from his breath to run down her neck and arms, standing every fine hair on edge. Then she commanded, with all the gravity of a ruler sentencing a traitor to death, “Kneel.”
Eris acquiesced, sinking to his knees like a penitent before his queen. He grasped her by her hipbones, pulling her forward into a slouch that allowed him to place his auburn head between her thighs and kiss everywhere but her pussy. He was maddeningly slow about it, sometimes dragging his tongue up to pay homage to her breasts, and though her abdomen convulsed in pleasure, it was not what she wanted.
“Stop,” she said, and he raised his head. Utterly still, he watched her, awaiting her command. “Go lower.”
Sensing the desire in her words, he obeyed, lightly teasing his tongue across her clit before burying it in his mouth. He sent a wave of heat through his lips, and she moaned with pleasure. He moaned in response, as if he were feasting on the world’s most decadent dessert, and the heat and vibrations nearly undid her. As her breaths quickened, he slipped one hand under his chin and finally some part of him entered her. All it took was one finger, curled to touch the right spot, and she cried out, the force of her orgasm clenching around him. He moaned again wetly, his tongue and finger playing her release like a sustained note of music, riding out her pleasure in waves.
Though Nesta’s muscles eventually relaxed, Eris did not. Unfalteringly, he continued to use his hand and mouth to draw out her pleasure, responding to every gasp to find exactly which sensations would make her positively writhe.
He brought her to the edge once more. Just as her body threatened to lose all control, she commanded, again, “Stop.”
Eris pulled back and stilled, eyes raised to hers in obedience. A thrill shuddered through Nesta at the power she held over the male, who now awaited her every command. “Touch yourself,” she said. His hand wrapped around his cock, though he did not move, waiting for her word.
“Go.”
He returned with gusto to licking and sucking her while stroking his own phallus. The groan that escaped him sent tremors through the entire room, and the vibration pushed her over the edge. His pace on himself quickened as he extracted her climax, and he only moaned louder, as if her pleasure heightened his.
“Stop,” Nesta said breathlessly when her orgasm faded. Eris froze and regarded her with indignance. Good. She stood and bade him, “Rise.”
One last time, Eris obeyed, cock quivering. Nesta smirked as she circled the utterly still male who, despite his fury, did not move to disobey her. She grazed a finger across the back of his shoulders, up his spine, down the midline of his chest and stomach. He shivered, goose flesh rising in the wake of her touch.
Nesta finally returned to face him, and returned his imperious glare as she lightly ran that single finger across the underside of his cock from balls to tip. She stood on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear, “Go.” Eris gasped and nearly doubled over with the force of his throbbing orgasm, his seed spilling on the parquet.
Silver flames danced in the eyes of Nesta, triumphant in her conquest.
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Evard's Black Tentacles
(Full NSFW version available on my Patreon <3 Link below the cut! MDNI)
Neri's preference would definitely be to touch Gale directly, but what can she say? Finding new ways to indulge in their magic together can certainly be . . . stimulating.
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hi angel! can you make a post about the height & ‘wingspan’ for eris? im curious as to what you think
Eris: Height + Cock Size
𓆩♡𓆪M a s t e r l i s t 𓆩♡𓆪
when they call you angel >>>
Based on the context of the ACOTAR series, being around 6ft tall is seen as average in Fae culture. Nesta mentions in ACOSF how tall Gwyn is while also stating that Cassian towers over everyone, and she can't see over his shoulders. This goes to show how tall the Fae are compared to humans, which makes sense since the Fae do already have inhumanly beauty, heightened senses and speed, as well as varying powers. Because of this, I think that the average height for Fae females is 5'7 to 5'10 while the males are around 6'3 though no taller than 6'4.
Therefore, Eris is 6'3.5 inches tall which is a bit taller than average Fae height since he is an heir to the Autumn Court throne.
Eris' cock is very proper. Very, very, very pretty. He's cleanly shaved down there, and it is the palest part of his body. Eris' cock stands proud and tall at 9 inches. Due to the fact that it's very slender and smooth, his cock slips in easily, but when he bottoms out—that's when you're going to feel the pain, angel.
Eris' tip is also extremely pink as well as his balls. A very pretty pink. If him and I were dating, my next acrylic nail set would deff be the same color as his tip.
Eris' cock twitches A LOT. Just small teasing will have it twitch up, needing to be stuffed and soaked in you. Eris also cums a lot. Like enough to fill a cup. I'm a firm believer that it's part of Autumn Court heritage to produce a lot of cum as well have sensitive cocks. That court is the breeding court, you can't change my mind. Just look at the number of kids the Lady of Autumn had.
Due to his heritage and having the ability to control fire, Eris' cock is quite warm. You'll be able to notice it.
Overall: Very pretty/proper, clean shaved, 9 inches long, slender, very pink tip & balls, warm, produces enormous amounts of cum, & twitches/throbs a lot.
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Since it hasn’t been done yet, I was wondering if you were down to write a Nesta/reader fanfic where the two get into an argument and Nesta blurts out something that leaves Y/N in surprise
Just a random idea ^^
Because I Love You, Idiot
A/N: Yay! Love getting a Nesta request! This is great, thanks so much anon :)
CW: None that I can think of! Angst to fluff!
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You're fuming. Your skin is flushed, you're seeing red, your hands are shaking. Yet again, Nesta, your best friend, the woman you're in love with, has chased away your date.
You've been trying to come to terms with the fact that she'll never want you the way that you want her. You've been trying to move on. You've asked and been asked by several males and females to go on a date, and you've pursued nearly all of them. Yet, every single time the date rolls around, Nesta butts in and ruins it.
At first, it seemed unintentional. You told her one morning that a male you'd met at the library was going to swing by your shared apartment and take you out for dinner. Though she'd been fine all day, she'd suddenly come down with an illness. Bedridden, she absolutely needed you to take care of her. You weren't that into the male anyway, and Nesta rarely admits when she needs help, so when he arrived, you apologetically sent him away, explaining that your best friend was very ill and needed someone to be home with her. She was fine the next morning.
And one day, a female flirted with you at the bar, and you made plans to meet her for coffee the next morning. But oddly, your alarm never went off, though you distinctly remembered setting it.
Another male offered to walk you home after you'd met him in a shop and had hit it off, but then Nesta was linking her arm with yours and pulling you away, calling that the two of you were running late to lunch plans. You didn't have lunch plans, but Nesta insisted that you did and you'd just forgotten.
So, you stopped telling Nesta about your dates. You started hiding them. You made it as far as the restaurant with one male before Nesta strolled in, telling you that there was an emergency at home and you needed to leave now. You gathered your things in a haste, shooting the male an apologetic smile, only to learn that the emergency was that Nesta was bored at home. This was the first time you had gotten mad at her about the date-ruining, and she just shrugged, saying, "I'm sorry if I'm missing my best friend lately. You've been neglecting me for these dalliances!" You had just sighed and locked yourself in your room, as if you didn't live with her and see her every damned day, as if none of those dalliances even happened because of her. You weren't able to stay mad too long, though, unable to calm the fluttering in your belly at the idea of Nesta missing you.
And another time, she'd shown up to your park date with a lovely female, tugging Emerie and Gwyn along with her. "What? How was I supposed to know it was a date? I thought it was just a girl's day?"
But tonight, you had finally had enough of her interventions. You were out for drinks with a beautiful female, though not nearly as gorgeous as Nesta, when Nesta actually confronted the poor girl. She stomped up, pointed a finger in the female's face, tugged you to stand behind her, and said, "You! You're a cheater!" the female looked confused, and you kept trying to get Nesta to stop, to leave, but she wouldn't. "You cheated on Emerie 30 years ago! She told me about you!" and at that point, you were humiliated. "I am so sorry," you said over Nesta's shoulder, then stomped out of the bar and bolted home.
Now, she's been trying to get you to open your bedroom door for the past half hour, but you've refused, yelling at her to go away, to leave you alone. But she just kept banging, telling you that you were overreacting. "Are you really mad at me for trying to protect you? Wow!" she says, and that you sets you off.
You rip the door open, yelling, "Excuse me?!" into her face, eyes narrowed and mouth in a sneer.
She merely shrugs, and pushes past you into your room, sitting on the bed. "You seriously want to date a cheater? You deserve better than that."
You scoff, "I deserve a best friend that doesn't try to ruin every single chance I get at finding a partner!" you throw your hands up, shaking your head at her in disbelief.
She looks at you, feigning confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
You laugh, humorless and dry. "Oh please! Don't act dumb, Nesta," you spit her name like its a curse, "Every single date I've tried to go on in the past year, you step in and ruin it! At first, you were so fucking slick with it, and now, you don't even care! Behaving like that in public!"
Nesta stands, angry now. "Bullshit!"
"Oh my gods! You are lying to my face! My own fucking best friend, lying to me right now!"
She rolls her eyes. "I'm not lying, you're seeing things!"
You step closer to her. "Stop trying to convince me, I know you've been sabotaging me! I'm not stupid."
She remains silent. She narrows her eyes, grits her teeth, crosses her arms. But she says nothing.
You step even closer. "Tell me, damnit! Why do you so badly not want me to be happy!"
"I have never wanted you to be unhappy," she says, voice low and dark.
You nearly want to give up at the sound of her not fighting back. It's frustrating, and it feels like you're getting nowhere. "Then tell me, Nesta. Why are you doing this to me?" you whisper, feeling too defeated to continue yelling.
She scowls, her gaze dropping to the ground. She chews on her lip and begins pacing around the room.
"Nesta..." you say, eyes watching her anxious movements. Still, she doesn't reply.
"Nesta, just fucking tell me! We've always been honest with each other." Yet still, she does not reply. You sigh, you shake your head, you run a hand down your face in exhaustion.
"Nesta... our friendship is at stake here, and you really won't talk to me?"
And that stops her in her tracks. She turns slowly to look at you, her face distraught. Clearly, she never thought you'd threaten your friendship. But you're fed up, and you can't take it anymore.
"You wouldn't..." she says, voice near a growl. She walks closer to you again, her steps heavy.
"I would," you say, absolute, though your voice wavers with emotion.
She says nothing. She just stares.
"Nesta, all you have to do is tell me why you keep doing this to me, and we can figur-"
Nesta groans and throws her hands in the hair. "Because I love you, idiot! It's so fucking obvious!"
And then it's your turn to stare, stunned into silence.
She looks down in shame. "There, I fucking told you for the sake of our friendship, and I still ruined it anyway."
Still, you say nothing. You gape at her. You blink a few times, you try to think of something.
Nesta sighs, defeated and heartbroken. "I'm sorry that I hurt you. You won't have to worry about me anymore, huh?" and then she starts to walk off, out of the room, what she assumes will be out of your life.
When she walks past you, her perfume in the air, her arm just barely brushing yours, you stop her with a quick hand around her wrist. She jumps at the suddenness of it, staring at you in confusion.
"You love me?" you whisper, trying not to get too optimistic about the drastic change in the argument.
She's silent for a moment, then she nods her head, once and sure. "I love you."
You huff a laugh, tears gathering in your eyes. You shake your head, and put a hand to your forehead. "All of this, because you love me!"
Nesta looks ashamed. "I said I was sorry, and I am, but I can't talk about this," and then again, she turns to leave.
"Nesta, wait!"
She doesn't stop, making it out into the hallway of your apartment before you're trailing after her.
"Nesta!" you call, gripping her arm. You whirl her around, and you're startled by the tears running down her face. She doesn't make eye contact, instead, she looks to the ground.
You grip her cheeks with your hands, forcing her to look up. "You're the idiot, Nesta! For cauldron's sake, I love you too!"
Nesta's eyes widen, and you nod your head, smiling at her, proving to her that this is real.
"You love me?" she whispers, mimicking you just moments before.
"I've loved you for a long time. I only ever went on those dates to get over you."
She giggles, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her forehead against yours. "We're both idiots, huh?"
You nod, and finally, like you've wanted to do for so long, you lean in and kiss her.
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Fic update: An emotion I won't name
Ehh, I'm still capable of writing Dragon Age fanfic?!
After more than a year (I'm so sorry), I've finally posted another chapter for Neri's Awakening longfic, "An emotion I won't name." Above art by the amazing @/lilithkb!
Fic summary: Neri Surana: former Circle mage. Hero of Ferelden. Warden-Commander. Never been in love (probably), never sought it out (definitely). But after an unexpected kiss from Anders, Neri can't stop thinking about him, and they aren't ready for what those thoughts imply.
Chapter 11 summary: After the best birthday ever, Neri catches up on a few things around the Keep, including a long-overdue conversation with Justice.
Rating: M
Relationships: Anders/Surana, Nathaniel Howe & Surana, Oghren & Surana, Felsi/Oghren, Sigrun/Velanna
Additional Tags: Agender Character, Genderqueer Character, Banter, Companionable Snark, Angst, intimate medical attention, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Explicit Consent, Past Sexual Experience, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, Minor Spoilers, Smut, Self-Doubt, Politics, Intrigue, Blood and Violence, Anders Positive , Found Family, art as a little treat, Gender Dysphoria
Chapter 11 snippet below the cut
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Early morning sunlight illuminates the room as I gingerly run my fingers through the hair of the man still sleeping next to me. Anders must be deeply asleep for my gesture not to wake him. I don’t know when his hair tie vanished last night, our entwined bodies capturing far too much of my attention for me to notice.
One of his hands rests on top of the quilt. Dry, lined skin hallmarks the many washings subjected upon a healer’s hands, the ministrations he offers without demand of compensation or debt. I tuck a loose lock of hair behind my ear and then lean down to brush my lips against each of his knuckles. He may never realize how many times these hands have saved me.
I glance up at his face to find his eyes meeting mine. “Good morning,” he murmurs.
“When did you wake up?”
“Mm, not long after you did.”
“Why pretend to be asleep?”
“Because I was enjoying your touch, and I feared you might stop if you knew.”
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Flames of Silver SP (Nesta x Reader x Eris)
I'm hoping to get this posted tonight but here is a sneak peek of it! I hope you guys are as excited about this as I am! <3 Also, NSFW warning!
Nesta snorts but doesn’t say anything else as Eris grabs your arm and hauls you off, shoving you toward her. She catches you easily, positioning you to lay across her lap. “Stay still, little love. This is your first punishment.”
“First?!” Your voice is shrill as you struggle briefly, craning your neck to the side to watch as Eris considers which instrument to use on you. “How many am I getting?”
“However many we feel you deserve.” Eris snaps, grabbing a paddle and placing it in Nesta’s awaiting hand. “You think we would just let out off easy, pet? That we wouldn’t feel hurt about what you were doing?”
“I didn’t mean to-ah!” A shriek tears itself out of your lips as Nesta lands a sharp smack across your bare ass. The sting makes you wriggle, your nails digging into your palms as another two slaps follow in quick succession.
“No excuses.” She hisses into your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling until you are facing her again. “Show us your apology by giving this to us, by submitting to us, and we might forgive you.”
Your eyes search her face, looking for any deception, before you nod and bow your head. You care for them both, love them both, and you would do anything to be in their good graces again.
“Okay…” You murmur, eyes squeezing shut when she delivers another blow of the paddle.
“What do you say, dove?” Her voice is teasing again, and despite the pain, you feel the first trickles of pleasure flow through your body at her nickname for you.
“Thank you!” You gasp out, tears starting to form in your eyes.
They share another look over your head while Nesta rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks, a reward for being good. You freeze for a moment when you feel another hand join, this one larger and calloused, but before you can look, you feel it dip between your folds.
Eris kneels next to you as he runs the tip of his finger through your pussy, feeling the wetness that is only growing as he coos mockingly, “I knew you’d enjoy this, pet. Was this your plan all along? Did you want to be punished?”
Before you can shake your head, Nesta gives you another spank, only this time, as it lands, Eris harshly shoves two fingers inside of you and crooks them. The sensation is dizzying, and you can’t stop your hips from pushing up in search of more of it.
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I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 15)
NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER
summary: Azriel has a tough decision to make
warnings: Night Court slander, semi graphic torture, Rhysand is horrible, the usual
word count: 5.8k
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a/n: oh my god i am so so so sorry this took so long! life has been insane lately i havent had the energy to write. Anywho, this chapter is just the start of something super big so buckle up and look for hints hehe alsO PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK ON THIS CHAPTER IM BEGGING
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AZRIEL POV
Azriel couldn’t help but flinch at the sight of your limp body, arms strung up like you were a piece of meat dangling from the chains. He had thought himself to be good at shutting off his emotions when it came to his line of work, but this felt different. Wrong, even. It confused him – not once had he ever hesitated, ever even considered disobeying his High Lord’s orders down in these dungeons.
Your hair was matted and lifeless around your face, the weak rise and fall of your chest being the only indication that you were even still alive. The beautiful gown that adorned your body at the ball was now tattered and dirty, barely clinging onto your skin in some places. Azriel gulped as he stared at your unconscious form, wiped out from Rhysand’s attempts to penetrate your mind.
Evidently, the High Lord was beyond frustrated, his brow furrowed and sweaty from the efforts. “I’ve never seen this,” He muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. “Not once. I’ve always been able to get inside people’s heads. Why not hers?”
“I don’t know.” Azriel responded. He felt his shadows curl around his scarred fingers. Normally they did so to encourage him to get the job done, but this time felt different. It was as if they wanted him not to end your life, but to reach out and free you from the shackles. But he ignored them.
Rhys slumped against the wall, panting slightly. “I need answers, Az.” He snapped, voice sharp. “How is this girl able to withstand my magic? And how the hell did she access some ancient spell that allowed this bond to form with Nesta? I would prefer to know before I end things, so whatever shit she may have put in motion can be stopped.”
Azriel stiffened. “End things?
The High Lord sighed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Azriel. You know this is how it has to end. She spent months plotting against our court, and possesses some form of magic within her bond with Nesta. She’s a threat and you know it. And threats like that must be eliminated.”
He spoke with that authoritative voice that Azriel had seen bring so many others to their knees in obedience. He felt it tug at his bones, the instinct to obey his High Lord. Azriel had always considered himself loyal, never needing that extra kick to submit to his superior. Until now. “I disagree.” Azriel said sternly. “(Y/N) has lied, yes. But she has shown no signs of intending to inflict harm upon this court. All she wanted was to get out, and she knew we wouldn’t let her.”
“I don’t recall you being this blind, brother.” Rhysand’s voice was low as his violet eyes sternly stared down his spymaster. “Did she flash you her tits during training sessions? Is that why you’ve suddenly gone soft?”
“No. I think we pushed her too hard, too fast into this job she did not want. She had already lost everything in the Spring Court, and when Lucien brought her here she immediately became a prisoner. Did you expect her to bow at your feet and be eternally grateful for letting her stay here? We should have given her a reason to want to become a part of this court, not force her into it within a span of months.”
Rhysand let out a growl, and Azriel knew he was pushing his limits. “Careful, Az.” He said. But Azriel ignored him.
“Can you blame her for resenting us?” The shadowsinger continued, against his better judgement. “Our High Lady destroyed her court, and when Lucien brought her here she was forced to live indebted to the female who allowed her home to be ruined.”
There was a low rumble within the cell as Rhysand’s dark mist began to creep out from behind him. “Choose your next words wisely, Azriel. Or I’ll begin to think you’ve helped her.”
“I didn’t, and you know it. But your protectiveness for your mate is clouding your judgement as a leader, Rhysand. This girl does not deserve to die for what she has done.”
Before he could breathe another word, a sharp pain cut through his throat as Rhys’ dark power wrapped around it, cutting off his air. Shock flooded through him, hazel eyes bulging as the violet eyed male snarled at him. He didn’t try to fight back. Not once had his brother gone this far – sure, they had their fair share of nasty fights, but never like this. No matter how angry they had gotten with each other, neither had ever threatened the life of the other. Until now.
“That is not your call to make, spymaster.” Rhysand snarled furiously. “I am your High Lord before anything else, and you are sworn to me. My word is law, not yours. You will go and search for more insight into this bond between her and Nesta. Whether you find anything on it or not, (Y/N) will die by your hand at dawn tomorrow. You will not protest, and you will not breathe a word about this to anyone. If I sense even for a second that you will disobey me, I will throw you in a cell beside this scheming whore. Am I understood?”
Azriel nodded as best he could, body still frozen in shock. After a moment, Rhysand’s tendrils finally retreated, leaving the spymaster gasping for air. Despite working alongside him, being the executioner to his master for over 500 years, Azriel had never known what it was to be like on the receiving end of his High Lord’s pure fury until now. He glanced over at your strung-up figure, guilt churning in his gut. You had endured this torture for days, a torture Azriel only received a glimpse of.
As the spymaster inhaled deeply kneeling on the cold floor, his shadows whispered to him. He knew deep down that he had a choice to make, one like never before. 500 years of loyalty to Rhysand was being put to the test, something Azriel never thought would happen. Another glance at how intensely Rhys was staring at your imprisoned, starved form was all he needed to winnow away.
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Azriel’s throat still burned from the pressing of Rhys’ dark mist. He kept his demeanour calm as he approached the doors to the library at the House of Wind, even though his stomach was in a thousand knots. He knew what he was about to do was treason at the highest order, and the second Rhys found out he would be flayed alive. The clenching and unclenching of his scarred fingers was the only indication of his disturbance as the spymaster was met with Clotho. Her pale robes shone in the blue light of the library as she approached him.
Shadowsinger, Her elegant writing appeared on the paper in lieu of her voice. What can I do for you?
“I need to see Gwyneth.” Azriel said, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice to not alarm the priestess.
Gwyn is occupied right now. May I take a message?
He gulped nervously. “I’m really sorry, Clotho. But I need her right now.”
That will not be possible. I suggest you return at another time, Azriel.
“Please.” Azriel hated begging, and hated pushing the priestess even more. But before Clotho could script a reply, a gentle voice sounded from behind the shelves a few metres away.
“Azriel?” Gwyn’s red hair appeared, streaming down her flowing robes as she carried an alarming amount of books. “What are you doing here?”
“Gwyn, I need to speak with you in private. Right now.” He pleaded, hoping Clotho wouldn’t shoo him away.
Gwyn’s teal eyes were puzzled, but she nodded. “It’s alright Clotho.” The priestess merely nodded beneath her hood before turning and disappearing back into the stacks.
Azriel breathed a sigh of relief as Gwyn put down the books. She walked towards one of the offices, and he followed her in silence. The room was tense as she closed the door behind him.
She crossed her arms, which made him halt. Normally his interactions with Gwyn were pleasant, leaving his shadows singing happily afterwards. But the way she was staring at him with a hardened glare made him want to shrink back.
“Where is (Y/N)?” Gwyn said sharply.
Azriel took a deep breath, unsure of how to approach this. He didn’t know what version of that night at the Hewn City had reached the ears of the priestesses. “Gwyn–”
“Don’t bullshit me for one second, Azriel.” The redhead was unyielding, but he could see the anxiousness within her as her throat bobbed with every word. “Nesta left for Autumn with Eris, but (Y/N) never returned from the Hewn City that night. What did you do to her?”
“I didn’t do anything–” He started, but Gwyn cut him off abruptly.
“I said don’t bullshit me, you fucking liar!” Her voice rose, long fingers clenching and trembling with anger. It was enough to make Azriel take a step back, shocked at the fire within her. “I heard you grabbed her and whisked her away that night. What the hell did you do to my friend?”
Azriel leaned against the desk, wiping his face with his hand. His heart cracked a bit, knowing that trust and companionship he had built with Gwyn while training had come crashing down. He hated himself for it, for being so blind in following orders that led him to this place. His loyalty to Rhysand came at a price, one he had always been willing to pay until now. “I’m sorry.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I was following orders.”
“What is wrong with you?” Gwyn hissed, her words cutting him sharper than Rhysand’s magic had. “You took away her one chance of leaving this gods damned court peacefully. You took away her freedom out of stupid, blind loyalty.”
“How did you know what happened that night?”
She snorted. “You and your little circle like to treat us priestesses like we’re these fragile little flowers living in our own little shelter, oblivious to the outside world. But people talk, and word reaches us. We aren’t as ignorant to the court as you think we are.”
“I never said that you were.”
“You basically just did.”
Shame washed over Azriel. He knew she was right, that he was a prick in assuming the priestesses remained clueless to what was happening in the court right now. And that’s why Clotho had been hesitant to let him into the library. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” He muttered, closing his eyes.
“Well, it did. Now tell me where my friend is, and why you’re here.”
Azriel took a breath, preparing to utter the words that would make this decision the point of no return. “I need everything you have on the bond between (Y/N) and Nesta.”
A flicker of worry crossed Gwyn’s teal eyes. “I don’t know anything–”
“Yes, you do.” Azriel interrupted her calmly. “My guess is you knew about their plan as well. Otherwise you’d be a lot more freaked out by Nesta marrying Eris.”
As panic began to set into the priestess’ face, Azriel softened his voice. “It’s ok, I’m not going to tell anyone. It makes sense that any information that Nesta and (Y/N) got on the bond was through you and your work. You are not in trouble, and nobody will hear from me that you helped them. I just need every scrap of information you were able to get your hands on regarding whatever magic they used.”
She narrowed her eyes. “So you can give it to your master like a good dog playing fetch? Not gonna happen. He’ll use it to hurt both of them. I don’t care that he’s the High Lord, I won’t let him do that.”
Azriel stood up and took a step towards Gwyn. She didn’t shrink back, but rather lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “Gwyn,” He began. “That’s not what this is. I’m not retrieving this information for Rhysand.”
The priestess blinked once, as if considering the gravity of his words. He wished he could spill the truth and tell Gwyn what he planned to do, but just uttering those words directly to her would put her at risk. “Then who are you retrieving it for?”
“Look, I am not trying to hide anything from you. But I told you… if you knew the truth, I would be putting you at risk for selfish reasons. And after all I have done, that is something I cannot live with. You just have to trust me when I say that it is for the right reason.”
“After hearing about how you so quickly stole (Y/N) away, I’m not sure if we have the same definition of the right reason, Azriel.” Gwyn’s voice was bitter, but there was a sadness to it that made the guilt churning inside of him threaten to spill over.
“I understand.” He said quietly. “And you have no reason to trust me right now. But please… if you’ve ever had any faith in me at all…just….just know that I’m doing this for (Y/N). And Nesta. If you believe anything I say, believe that.”
Silence overtook the room, the shadowsinger and the priestess standing mere inches from each other. After a long few minutes Gwyn muttered a ‘stay here’ before quickly fleeing the office.
She returned 15 minutes later with a few sheets of parchment paper and several books. They were placed upon the dusty table, and Gwyn took a deep breath. “This is everything I have on the subject,” She said shakily. “It’s not much, but it’s every document that could possibly give anything away about the bond between them.”
Without thinking, Azriel dropped to his knees in relief, bowing his head. “Thank you, Gwyn. Thank you.” His entire body was on the verge of shaking as the weight of what he was about to do began to truly set in. Everything he had known and defended was about to be put on the line.
“Promise me this, Azriel.” Gwyn spoke coldly. “Promise that this information gets into the right hands, not the wrong ones. You do whatever it takes to help my girls. After everything you and your family have done to them, you owe them that much. And more.”
“I swear it.” Azriel said solemnly, still looking at the ground. In a flash, he felt a cold blade pressing against his jaw, tilting his head upwards to gaze at the priestess. She looked like a goddess of justice, staring down at him with icy eyes.
“And I swear this to you,” Gwyn said coldly, a silver dagger in hand. “If you screw this up and they pay the price for it, no power in the world will stop me from hurting you. I don’t care that you trained me, or that you saved me on that day Hybern came. I will cut your throat if anything happens to Nesta or (Y/N) because of you. Understood?”
Azriel was enthralled at her strength. This was not the shy, nervous priestess that he had rescued from Hybern’s soldiers. Gwyn’s bravery had excelled since the second she stepped into the ring, and Azriel had marvelled at her progress during training, how comfortable she became with the outside world. Stupidly, he had credited that to his and Cassian’s training, thinking that it was what Gwyn, Nesta and the others had needed to heal like he and Cassian had. No, this strength had nothing to do with what he taught her. Behind her stern expression, Azriel knew that deep down this strength had come from the friendship formed with you, Nesta, and Emerie. He had been a fool to see it as anything other than that.
“I’m proud of you, Gwyn.” Azriel said softly before his brain could shut him up.
Despite the flicker of surprise across her face, she did not yield. “I do not need your validation. I need you to do the right thing and help my friends. Only after that will your statement be worth anything to me.”
Gwyn removed the blade from the spymaster’s throat and turned on her heel. Like a ghost in the wind, she was gone. Azriel’s chest was tight as he stood up, collecting the documents in his arms and praying that this possibly very stupid decision would be worth it. But after seeing the anger on Gwyn’s face, the hurt he had caused without even realising it…. Azriel knew exactly what he needed to do as he winnowed away.
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The door in front of Azriel opened before he could raise a hand to knock, revealing the redhead male with a golden eye wide with surprise.
“Azriel?” Lucien said in shock. “What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk.” Was all he said in response before pushing his way past Lucien into the manor.
“By all means, come in.” The male muttered sarcastically. But Azriel paid it no mind as he scanned the large living room for any sign of Jurian and Vassa.
“I’m alone.” Lucien quipped, settling down on the large brown armchair by the fireplace. “Since that’s what you were trying to figure out. I’m surprised you came by before (Y/N). I thought she’d have visited already, but I guess she’s been enjoying Velaris too much to be slumming it down in the human lands. When you see her next, thank her for the scarf for me, will you?”
Azriel’s heart dropped, head whipping sharply towards Azriel. “What?” He didn’t even bother keeping the surprise out of his voice.
Lucien frowned. “The scarf she gave me for the solstice? Rhys delivered it a day or so after, said she was busy on a new mission and asked him to drop it off for her.”
“Rhys was here?” Dread pooled in Azriel’s stomach. His High Lord was ensuring your disappearance would be quiet, giving him time to create a cover story before eliminating you.
“Yes… Why do you look so concerned? What aren’t you telling me?”
Azriel put his head in his hands, cursing. “You have no idea what’s been going on, have you?”
Lucien was still as a statue as he spoke. “I haven’t heard from (Y/N) since I got to the manor. When Rhysand visited, he said she had picked out a scarf for me as a present, and that she was sorry she hadn’t visited, but that she was loving her life in Velaris. And that she was training under you to work for the Night Court as a spy.”
Any desire to be secretive flew out the window as Azriel explained everything to the Autumn male – how you were not freely living in Velaris, but locked away with Nesta in the House of Wind. Your time spent back at the Spring Court to spy on your own people. Nesta’s engagement to Eris as a cover to escape the Night Court. Lucien was usually a collected male in Azriel’s eyes, but he could see the disbelief and anger in his expression as he told him the truth. When he was done, Lucien leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, speaking in a low voice. “So you’re telling me that you locked away my best friend, and everything I’ve heard about her for these past few months has been a lie.” Lucien said. “Is that correct?”
“Yes.” Azriel said quietly. “And now I’m trying to fix it–”
“Fucking hell!” Lucien exclaimed sharply, standing up abruptly and pacing back and forth. “Your court is a fucking shitshow, you know that? How the fuck can you let this happen, Azriel? You’re so far up Rhysand’s ass you didn’t see any of this coming?”
“I understand you’re angry–”
“Oh angry doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Lucien hissed, his red hair gleaming in the light of the fire. “You played right into Rhys’ hands, and now (Y/N) is being tortured in a cell somewhere because you let it happen instead of growing a fucking spine. And that doesn’t even begin to touch on the fact that Nesta was treated so horribly by you people she was willing to marry ERIS out of all people just to get away from it.”
Azriel had no defence. Defeated, he hung his head. Lucien was right about everything, and it was made worse by the fact Rhysand lied about your status to him knowing that the Autumn male was the only one likely to try and do something to stick up for you.
“Now what I can’t figure out is why you’re telling me this.” Lucien folded his arms, glaring at the spymaster. “You’re either betraying Rhysand and trying to fix this mess, which is brave but incredibly stupid. Or you’ve come here to see if I somehow had anything to do with all this so you can hang me up in a cell next to (Y/N). Which is it, shadowsinger?”
”I need your help.” Azriel admitted, meeting his harsh gaze. “I’m trying to turn this around, but I need to track down Eris. You’re my only shot.”
Lucien let out a harsh, heartless laugh. “I figured. You need my help. If you thought I wasn’t going to be any use to you, I wonder if you’d have even come here and told me the truth. Or would you have just let me live on believing this lie until word got around about (Y/N) meeting her tragic end on some mission.”
Mentally, Azriel was exhausted. Two redheads ripping him a new one was beginning to chip away at him more than he was already crumbling at the weight of his decision. Like Gwyn, Lucien was right. While he respected the male, Azriel doubted he’d have even considered coming just to tell Lucien the truth about what happened if he didn’t think Lucien could help. And his moment of silence told Lucien all he needed to know, for he scoffed again. “Of course not,” He continued. “You people just love exploiting those of us without any other options and then throwing us away like garbage when we’re no longer of any use to you.”
“Then help me make this right.” Azriel pleaded. “Tell me how to get to Eris, discreetly.”
“Can’t you just free her yourself and take her to safety?”
“No, there are ancient wards in that prison. I can pass through quickly and easily, but not so much with another person. Rhys would find us within seconds if she left that cell, and kill us both.”
“Then how do you propose we get her out?”
Azriel frowned. “I’m sorry, we?”
Lucien rolled his eyes, taking a hearty swig from his glass of wine beside him. “I’m going to help you get her out.”
Azriel shook his head, not liking how many people were involved in this already. “I can’t let you.”
“Bullshit. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after everything you’ve done to create this mess. I’ll take you to Eris, and besides, I think I know something that can help us.”
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The crisp scents of Autumn flooded Azriel’s senses as he paced the clearing. His mind whirled from his talk with Lucien, even more so at the male’s idea that they had discussed. Lucien had winnowed him here and told him to wait while he discreetly fetched Eris. It was a huge gamble – while you and Nesta had been willing to trust Eris, Azriel was not so keen. His dealings with the prince had always been tense at best, and vicious at worst. He knew he’d have to swallow his pride and put their history aside for this, however hard it may be.
Frankly, Azriel had no idea where in the Autumn Court he was. His shadows sensed nothing, no indication of where they were on the map. It briefly crossed his mind that Lucien could very well have led him into a trap as payback, but deep down Azriel knew Lucien wasn’t that type of male. However angry he might be at Azriel, he would prioritise getting you back. The clearing was massive, which made him feel far too exposed for his liking. There was a thicket of trees in the distance that he considered hiding in, but he owed it to Lucien to do as he was instructed and wait here.
It felt like hours before a strong gust of wind blew his tousled locks out of his forehead, and the presence of something Azriel could only describe as sheer power slammed into him like a wall. A thunderous roar sounded from the skies, unlike anything the shadowsinger had ever heard before. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight before him.
Three large dragons were flying ahead, circling above the clearing. Their wings were like claps of thunder, nearly sending him backwards onto the ground. Upon the back of the large black one was the unmistakable, arrogant figure of Eris Vanserra. He held onto the spikes going down the dragon’s neck as it soared above Azriel, roaring with the ferocity of an ancient battlecry. Azriel’s jaw nearly hit the ground as he spotted none other than Nesta Archeron, riding the elegant silver dragon with her hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were a lethal glowing silver, resembling the scales of the very beast she was mounted on.
“Mother above…” Azriel whispered, flinching as he felt the ground shake beneath him. He turned around slowly, and was met with the third dragon, a riderless one with gold scales and large horns. It snaked towards him, growling fiercely. For a moment, Azriel thought the beast would open its jaws and roast him alive, but the creature paused, growling as it glanced behind the shadowsinger.
“I must say, you are the last person I expected to come here.” Came Eris’ cocky voice. Azriel turned back around, slightly nervous at the golden dragon breathing down his neck, and was faced with the other two. Ignoring Eris, his gaze landed upon Nesta.
She was perched upon the dragon like it was a horse, or even a throne, chin high like a queen from ancient times. Azriel’s breath left his body at the sight of Nesta with her hair unbound, trailing freely down her back and shining against her blood red dress. Whichever way her gaze shifted, the dragon’s did so too. It was like watching Nesta in a mirror, only her reflection was a dragon. It unnerved Azriel, and he was well aware of his vulnerability in this situation. Not only was he in enemy court, unauthorised at that matter, but three beasts he thought only existed in stories stood beside him, in the flesh.
“Lucien said you wanted to meet.” Eris said coldly. “You have ten seconds to convince us that it’s worth our time.”
“(Y/N) will die at sunrise tomorrow if we do not do something.” Azriel blurted out clumsily.
There was a moment of silence, and Eris looked towards Nesta. Her gaze was fixed on Azriel, and he squirmed underneath it. Her silver mount growled fiercely, as if it was sharing its riders' rage.
“Are we supposed to believe that you’ve suddenly had a change of heart and care about her?”
Azriel gritted his teeth. “I’ve always cared.”
Eris snorted. “No, not truly. If you had, then we wouldn’t be having this meeting. Because you’d have done something by now and grown a spine.”
“Your brother said the same thing.” The spymaster growled, already irked by having to negotiate with the Autumn prince. “I don’t need more reminding that I’ve fucked up, Eris. I just want to save her life, and I can’t do that on my own.”
“And it’s taken you this long to come to this realisation because…” Eris raised an eyebrow, amber gaze merciless. His dragon snarled, baring its teeth menacingly.
“I didn’t know Rhys would take things this far. I thought he’d want to find out everything about the bond before he made a decision on what to do with her. But he doesn’t want to wait, he wants her gone by tomorrow.”
“I assume he ordered you to do the deed?”
Azriel nodded, throat tight. “Yes. He ordered me to collect all information on the magic they used to create the bond before I…. before I kill her. Regardless of whether I came up with anything, he wants her eliminated by sunrise.”
This was probably the stupidest, craziest decision Azriel had ever made. Part of it felt wrong, betraying his found family after 500 years of peace. But when he reflected on those centuries, had he truly been happy? Had he truly felt like he was living a fulfilled life, content with what he was doing? A few weeks ago, Azriel would have been sure of his answer. Now he wasn’t, and that unsettled him.
Regardless, reached into his bag and pulled out the books Gwyn gave him. He took a breath and continued. “Which is why I brought every document the Night Court has on this magic to you. So Rhys wouldn’t get his hands on it.”
“You went to Gwyn?” Nesta burst out, rage dripping from her tongue.
“Yes.” Azriel admitted his guilt for putting Gwyn in this precarious position intensifying.
“You put her in danger by doing that!” The eldest Archeron hissed at him, her dragon responding in a similar tone. “If anything happens to her because of it, I will slaughter you, Azriel.”
He let out a dry laugh. “Gwyn said the same thing to me about you and (Y/N). I swore no matter what happened, nobody would find out I got this through her. She even put a knife to my throat.”
Eris spoke up again. “As much as I would truly love to believe you, if I recall correctly you were perfectly content sending (Y/N) to certain death weeks ago on an impossible mission under Rhysand’s orders.”
“I was trying to find a way out of it for her!” Azriel yelled, patience snapping. “A way for her to quietly flee and go build a life for herself far away from all this shit. I never told her because I didn’t want to scare her, or get her hopes up. I had the chance to explain this to her before…”
His voice trailed off, memories of seeing you strung up like an animal flashing through his mind. Azriel was no stranger to self hatred, but today it was striking him now more than ever.
Nesta’s lethal tone interrupted his thoughts. “Before what?” She demanded.
Azriel gulped, praying that the dragons wouldn’t make him their meal. “Before Rhysand interrupted and… took over.”
“Meaning?” Eris inquired, his dragon inching ever so slightly closer to the Illyrian.
“Meaning he thought I was being too soft, since I gave her water. He stopped the physical torture and spent hours trying to get inside her head until she passed out.”
“And he didn’t manage to do it?” Eris’ voice was laced with surprise, something uncharacteristic for the Autumn prince who always seemed to be two steps ahead of everyone.
“No.”
Eris and Nesta glanced at each other, unreadable expressions crossing their faces. Their dragons continued to stare down Azriel, awaiting whatever command would give them permission to incinerate him where he stood. He had a million questions for them – how the fuck did Eris have dragons? What did Beron say about all of this? Did they still plan on taking him out? But Azriel knew better than to ask them.
Nesta swung her legs to the side and crawled down the dragon’s side. To Azriel’s awe, the beast lowered its shoulder to the ground to make it easier for the female to climb off. Gracefully, Nesta’s feet met the ground and she patted the dragon’s neck. He remained frozen in his place as she stalked towards him. Like Gwyn, there was a new strength to her. This was not the half-starved Nesta who first came to the House of Wind. No, this was the female that stole from the Cauldron itself, whose name was whispered across the moors and valleys of Prythian, associated with pure death and power. Nesta’s steps were sure, silver fire expertly curling around her fingertips like Azriel’s own shadows as she stalked towards him like a lioness seizing up its prey.
“My war is not directly with you, Azriel,” Nesta said slowly. “But make no mistake. You are not innocent here. You may not have inflicted the most damage, but you willingly stood by and let your family tear me and (Y/N) down until they got pure submission. You let Cassian mock and belittle me at my lowest. You forced (Y/M) into a job she did not want to do. You let Cassian force me to train as a warrior when that’s not at all what I wanted or needed. You didn’t do a damn thing to advocate for either of us because you’re so blinded by the sheltered little tower your circle has built over the last 500 years, ignorant to the pain you inflict on anyone who’s not a part of your family. You coming here on your own volition is the only thing in my eyes that could possibly redeem you. You will help us get (Y/N) back at all costs, or you will suffer at my hand more than you have ever suffered before.”
Being threatened for the third time that day, all Azriel could do was bow his head. “I understand.” He said.
“No, I don’t think you do.” Nesta hissed. “For your sake, let’s hope your change of heart isn’t too late.”
Azriel hadn’t even noticed Eris had climbed off his dragon and was walking towards Nesta. He stood beside her, gently resting a hand on her waist. Azriel tensed, half expecting Nesta to slap him away, but she did not. To his surprise, she looked comfortable with Eris. More so than she ever had been with Cassain. When Cassian touched Nesta, there was always some sexual suggestion beneath it. But not with Eris. Eris’ touch was comfort more than ownership, something Azriel did not expect.
In his heart, he realised Cassian and Nesta were not right for each other. It made no sense for them to be mates, and whatever they had going on was purely surface level sexual tension. There was nothing deep about it, no greater understanding of each other. Nesta and Eris seemed like a much more reasonable match, mirroring each other like they did with their dragons. As much as Azriel hated the male, and knew that these thoughts would crush Cassian’s heart, it reassured him that he had made the right choice.
“So, spymaster,” Eris piped up, cocking his head. “How are we doing to do this?”
And so Azriel began explaining.
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500 word 🌶 Prompts Game!
Send me a smutty prompt to receive a 500 word drabble! A couple of things:
The prompt can be anything - a dialogue, a scenario, or even just a single word.
Choose an ACOTAR couple to go with the prompt from the following list:
Elucien
Jassa
Nessian
Feysand
Neris
Eris x any character of your choice really
This also applies to Tarquin
And Cresseida
Let the filth begin 🫡
#also i will not be opposed to threesomes#(or foursomes)#but only if you’re nice to me#let your imagination run wild i’ll write pretty much anything#i have ZERO shame#i’ll be accepting prompts until tomorrow#after that i need to stop procrastinating on other fics#acotar 500 word smut prompts#acotar smut#acotar#elucien#jassa#nessian#feysand#neris#eris vanserra#tarquin acotar#cresseida acotar#elucien smut#jassa smut#nessian smut#neris smut#feysand smut#writing game
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Whiskey, Neat
Pairing: Nesta x Eris (but a tease of Nessian)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: SMUT
Summary: Nesta goes to watch her on-again, off-again boyfriend perform with his band, but quickly finds herself distracted by a different man.
Inspired by me sniffing a new perfume and deciding it smelled like sexy Eris, and thus getting distracted from writing Rage and Ruin
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Nesta rapped her knuckles on the sticky wooden bar, waiting for Emerie to come back around. Her friend’s business venture had gotten off to a rocky start, but Nesta had always been a faithful patron. It just took a little while for the hard-bitten bikers to thin out enough for a younger crowd to venture in. Part of that was due to the music, she mused. Nesta convinced the drummer of Three Brothers to perform one night, and the band had been coming back ever since.
She gave one hell of a blowjob.
Emerie sidled up with a crooked grin. “What’ll it be?” Friends since their playground days, Emerie was one of the few people Nesta trusted.
“Water,” she said with a laugh. “I’m driving.”
“Oh, are you?” Emerie asked, brows raised. “You and Cassian on a break again?”
Nesta waved a hand, not wanting to delve too far into their latest argument. “He’s an asshole,” she said simply. “I get mad, I say things he doesn’t like. He gets mad, he starts revealing criticisms. Pisses me off every time.”
Emerie clenched one fist, her eyes narrowing at the group onstage, still busy prepping. “Do I need to kick them out? Don’t think I won’t,” Emerie threatened. “You’ll still have an unlimited tab, even if I lose my main entertainment.”
Nesta smirked, turning to look over her shoulder at the three men. Cassian was pointedly ignoring her, focused on adjusting his drum set. “He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re having make up sex tonight,” she revealed.
Her friend just laughed. “Of course you are. Let me know how that goes.”
“And you let me know if you need help behind the counter tonight,” Nesta directed.
“Yeah, yeah, princess,” Emerie said, sliding her water over the bar. “Tell me if you change your mind about that drink.”
Nesta sipped at the cold drink, turning her back on the band once more. She’d flutter her lashes throughout their set and Cassian would be crawling at her feet again. Maybe she’d let him eat her out backstage, before she took him home. He needed to grovel a bit. And he knew it, judging from the stiffness of his shoulders.
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Sometime during the second or third song, the crowd around the bar grew thick enough that Nesta slipped an apron around her waist to help out. She busied herself pouring drinks and snatching cash from sweaty hands. It was a familiar song and dance, and Nesta allowed herself to get lost in the hustle. Until she looked up at her next customer and froze.
“Help you?” she asked through numb lips, trying to ignore the insistent throb of her pussy. The man was drop dead gorgeous.
Red hair swept back from his forehead, exposing piercing amber eyes and a devilish smirk. The man leaned one elbow on the counter to get closer. “Whiskey, neat.” His voice curled through the air like smoke, smooth and intoxicating.
Nesta found her lips curling up in answer, a small smile he reciprocated. Interest illuminated his gaze. She turned away to grab a rocks glass, heat pooling between her legs already. She chuckled softly, thinking that any man with that much sex appeal had to be delicious.
She wanted a taste.
“Never seen you working here before,” the man commented when she returned with his drink.
Nesta placed his glass on the bartop with a smirk. “Never seen you drinking here before,” she said.
He reached forward, fingers brushing hers as he snagged the glass. The touch sent electricity sizzling along her skin, and she inhaled sharply. The man’s smile widened. “I’m Eris,” he introduced himself.
“Nesta,” she replied. She flicked her gaze over him, inspecting the well-fitted button down, undone at the collar. The rolled up sleeves revealing muscled forearms. The heavy watch on one wrist. “What’s a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this?”
“I could ask the same. You don’t look like the bartending type,” Eris said.
“Oh?” Nesta leaned forward on the bar, bringing her face closer to his. “And what do I look like?” she asked.
“You look like the kind of woman who could ruin me if I asked.”
“Are you asking?”
Eris smirked at her, as if he could sense the desire heating her veins. “Do I really have to?”
Nesta threw her apron behind the bar. “Going on break,” she hollered to Emerie, who waved in response. No doubt her friend would have things to say when she got back, but Nesta didn’t care. She didn’t even look back towards the stage to see if Cassian noticed, or any of his bandmates. She simply wrapped one hand around Eris’ wrist, tugging him down the service hallway and out the back door.
His hot mouth met hers, pushing her up against the brick wall. She moaned at the sudden move, letting Eris devour her with greedy lips and tongue. When his lips left hers, trailing down her neck and sucking bruising kisses down the length of it, she gasped. “Are you gonna fuck me against the wall, then?” she asked with a breathy laugh.
“If you want me to,” Eris muttered, nipping at her exposed collarbone.
She reached down, palming the solid length pressing against the front of his slacks. God, he was big, she marveled. “I have a car,” she said, rubbing over his length until he twitched.
“That’ll do,” he said, hands gripping her hips firmly. Then he hauled her up, and Nesta wrapped her legs around his waist. Eris rolled his hips, pressing her harder into the wall. Nesta hissed at the friction from his clothed cock.
She panted under the assault on her senses, fumbling with her keys while Eris did his best to distract her. Finally, she hit the right button, and her car beeped. Eris hefted her in his arms, and then it was Nesta’s turn to tease, nipping at his earlobe and scraping her teeth over his neck.
Then Eris was laying her down on the backseat, his eyes dark as he followed her in. He crawled on top of her, tugging the neckline of her shirt down. Her thin bra was little defense against him, as Eris licked and sucked at her nipples through the lace. The rest of her clothes came off quickly after that. Nesta’s hands trembled with need, taking a few tries to successfully unbutton her jeans. Eris was far more efficient, dragging her pants down her legs and tossing them in the front seat. Her underwear followed, discarded and forgotten.
Eris pulled her into a consuming kiss, trailing his knuckles up her inner thighs. She shivered, losing herself in the seductive taste of liquor and spice on his tongue. “You’re already soaked,” he growled into her mouth. His finger traced through the evidence of her arousal, circling the bundle of nerves at her apex until Nesta writhed beneath him. His other hand gripped her leg, widening her further as he settled between her thighs.
Two fingers sank into her needy cunt. She loosed a low whine as Eris felt along her walls, but it wasn’t enough. “More,” she rasped.
The hiss of his zipper made Nesta grin. She glanced down to see Eris release the erection that had been taunting her since they’d walked outside. She was right—he was huge. Nesta watched him tear open a foil packet, rolling a condom down the long, thick length of him. Her eyes fluttered shut when he slotted himself against her core, rolling his hips to slide through her slick lips. “Is this what you wanted?” he murmured against the skin of her neck.
Nesta grabbed a fistful of his brilliant red hair, forcing him to meet her gaze. “I think you can do better,” she said with a smirk.
His tip pressed against her entrance, and Nesta arched her hips until he popped inside. They both groaned in unison as Eris pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, until she’d taken him all.
Eris paused once he was sheathed fully, panting hard against the flushed skin of her chest. “Ready?” he asked, lips brushing her breast.
Nesta writhed against him in answer, angling her hips to take him just a bit farther. Eris’ low groan was satisfying on its own, but the first pull and retreat was a much better reward. Each plunge left Nesta starry eyed at the utter fullness. Somehow, Eris managed to rub over that perfect spot on every thrust, sending sparks through her veins. She scraped her nails over his scalp until he was trembling. “More,” she instructed, tightening her legs around his waist.
Eris grunted, snapping his hips into hers. She hummed, losing herself in the hard and fast pace he set. Her pleasure ratcheted higher and higher as he pounded into her, her pussy clenching hard around him. When Eris hissed, she did it again on purpose. “You take me so well,” he said between thrusts. Sweat shone on his forehead, slicked her torso. “Like you were made for me.”
Nesta grinned, feeling feral. She leaned upwards to bite at his lower lip. “Maybe I was,” she murmured into his mouth.
“Such a needy cunt,” he growled, reaching one hand down to thumb at her clit. Nesta gasped, back arching at the electric slide of pleasure. “I want to watch you come around my cock.”
Those amber eyes were fierce, practically burning as he looked down to where their bodies met. Nesta’s gaze followed his, watching his glistening length plunge in and out, trailing strings of her arousal. She fell over the edge almost without realizing, her body locking up, legs shaking.
“That’s it,” Eris murmured, hips moving even faster than before. His rhythm stuttered, turning wilder as her walls massaged his length. “Such a good girl.”
Her pleasure doubled, tripled, and Nesta found herself moaning just as much over the praise as the pressure at her core. Eris followed her, coming with a low growl. His cock twitched violently against her walls, prolonging the aftershocks of her orgasm. Eris grunted, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her breast, while his hips stuttered against hers.
When Eris finally stilled, Nesta pulled at his hair until he met her lips once more. That last kiss was slow, lazy. She swore she’d be able to taste him for days.
“Call me if you ever tire of him, whoever he is,” Eris whispered. He kissed her cheek and then he was gone, leaving nothing but a plain white business card.
Nesta let him go, watching Eris close the car door behind him. She simply breathed, waiting for her pulse to slow back to normal. She thought she just might call Eris again one day. He’d been fun. And, she thought with a grin, very complimentary.
When she strolled back into the bar, Emerie shot her a knowing smirk. But Nesta knew she looked the same. She’d stopped by the bathroom on her way in to fix her hair. And if her lipstick had mysteriously disappeared, Nesta doubted anyone but Emerie would notice.
The Three Brothers had wrapped their final song while she freshened up, so she wasn’t surprised when Cassian wrapped an arm around her waist. “Hey sweetheart, I didn’t think you’d be here tonight,” he murmured into her skin.
A secret smile curled her lips. The marks from Eris’ mouth wouldn’t be so noticeable if she got Cassian to add a few more. “I figured I’d give you a chance to apologize,” she said, keeping her spine straight.
“Can I make it up to you?” Cassian asked, kissing over to her shoulder.
Nesta’s grin burned hot. Her body tingled, dark and electric. “My place or yours?”
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when are we gonna get the next smtb chapter?
I'm feeling unmotivated so I'm unsure.
#asks#I have some stuff going on in my personal life but also#people ask for fics and then don't interact with it so it's hard to stay motivated to want to post#grateful for the ones that do and I love them with ALL my heart#they're the only ones who keep me going!#but when the ratio of likes vs replies/reblogs is so unbalanced...it just doesn't feel great lol#People ask to be tagged then don't do anything with it so it just feels like a waste 😅#Maybe people feel out of love with it or aren't interested anymore and that's fine#I have a few anons that like to keep reminding me it ain't shit 😅#apparently it's neris in disguise or eris is not unhinged enough or there's no smut so it's not worth their time so that's nice LOL 🤷🏻♀️#I'm pretty disengaged with fandom as is so...idk!#I might just post what I have and call it quits until I feel like doing more#but again IDK#idk why I'm tag vomiting but something about putting thoughts in the tags is better than the actual post lmao#I hope this doesn't sound whiney but like creating things and posting it for the world is hard#and yeah we write for ourselves but we also write for people to engage with it lmao#I don't like this need for validation that comes with writing so I ick myself out because of it lmao#ANYWAYS. enough.#'nonnie
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Divide Self
An illustration based on my recent ao3 fic featuring Gale and my OC Neri <3
The full NSFW is scheduled to drop on my newly launched Patreon later in the week! (MDNI)
Links (to the fic and my Patreon) below:
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