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[linguist-breakaribecca]

Autumnal Hilda!

[deedala]

SHAMELESS CREATORS NETWORK AUGUST THEME: FAVORITE SEASON

season outrageous, hilarious, devastating, heartening, emotional, chaotic three

[that-therian-cat04]

Hey chat i'm Bug i go by she/they/them/theirs

I'm 20

my favourite artists/bands:

Nirvana

Weezer

GreenDay

James Marriott

Melanie Martinez

interact pls:

therians/furries

lgbtqia+

pro palestinian/gaza vetting accounts

nice ppl

people that don't judge other people for their religions

don't interact:

anti therian/furries/hunters

anti lgbtqia+

anti Palestine

people that judge emo/grunge kids

people that bully furries/therians

religious people that shove their beliefs down your throat <3

things i might post about:

art

vents/rants

music

palestine/gfm's

emo/grunge/alt stuff

religious stuff (occasionally)

this is what i look like k bai!!!! >w<

[totheidiot]

they should give me the ultimate award for homosexuality, seeing as i had spent about twenty minutes trying to put stickers on the face on my crush.

[abbey-vents-a-lot]

20 y/o

she/they/them/theirs

dni

racists

sexists

abelists

transphobes

homophobes

xenophobes

islamophobes

etc

anti furry/therian/'hunters'

(kys)

Taylor Swift stans

Lana Del Rey stans

people that still support Minecraft YouTubers like Wilbur,Dream,Gnf etc

(again kys)

here are some pictures of me and here are some songs i like and that's all thanks for reading~💗

[richie-shitlips]

Hello!

please like if read, thanks!

we're a system! most frequent fronters listed below:

Thomas (host) - he/it/she, arospec bisexual, hopeless romantic, not religious really but I'd like to convert to Judaism when I'm out of my parents house, likes musicals and britcom. will also answer to Noel, Poison, Betty, Sheila, Orpheus, Emmett, Pippin, Roxie, and any of the other alters names. proficient in German. signoff is just -Thomas and tag is #tommy <3

Kevin Price - he/him, (ex?)Mormon (ex in source but will try to convert you now. probably joking), doesn't swear, gay and trans but suuuuper repressed. likes history and religion. signoff is -Kev☕️✝️ and tag is #kev!!☕️✝️😁

Marvin Cohen - he/him, Jewish (in source), gay, sad, paranoid. likes the weather and Christopher Columbus. also speaks German. signoff is -Marvin<3🌈⛈️ and tag is #marv🌈⛈️👑🌊

ask box is open for all of us, just specify who you're talking to if you're asking questions!

i (thomas) am also fictionkin! you can send me questions about memories and stuff! kin blog at @whenancientghostsarewaking !!

Matching blog theme/PFP with my lovely boyfriend @annahanover <3

DMs are OPEN to mutuals! just don't be weird please (duh) and if I don't respond I'm either in school or got scared to talk (the internet is scary but i really try to respond) mutuals can also ask for our discord!

IMPORTANT: mutuals, if you see this, please tag anything related to harry potter, rocky horror picture show, hazbin hotel, cats the musical, or helluva boss with #thomas don't look as that media makes me uncomfortable. thank you!

ALSO IMPORTANT: If you don't mind, please tag anything positive about Miss Goldberg (from In Trousers), any "I hate Marvin Falsettos" jokes, and anything about Whizzer POST-HOSPITALIZATION or his death with #marvin's blocked!, just a comfort thing, sometimes I don't have the mental strength to deal with that stuff, and I'd like to be able to control when I see it, thank you for understanding. -🌈⛈️

Proshippers, terfs, swerfs, pedos/paras, transmedicalists, transphobes, homophobes, cluster b abuse believers, anti-kin, endos/their supporters, and autism speaks supporters DNI. Blank blogs will be blocked.

Also DNI if you hate Marvin from Falsettos for like. Any reason. Because I am him IRL and we also have a fictive. Like literally why would you talk to me if you hate me. /fictionkin

suspected/self-diagnosed BPD and NPD. possible OCD/traits of OCD? but idk about that one. possible autism

diagnosed ADHD

be my mutual I need more friends and I like people

( matching with @just-watching-dont-worry )

( matching with @isopodonanescalator )

( matching with @annahanover <333 )

(blinkies are from, in order: I Fell In Love In Juvie Hall!, Love In Hate Nation // Marvin's Giddy Seizures, In Trousers // Masochist, Love In Hate Nation // I Have A Family, In Trousers // My High School Sweetheart, In Trousers // Kind Of Woman, Pippin // Tear Me Down, Hedwig and the Angry Inch // Spies Are Forever // Extraordinary, Pippin // Unlikely Lovers, Falsettos)

WAY more under cut! please read if you have the time!

Sideblogs: @buy-cheese-please, @richies-shit-poetry

My RP blogs:

@richie-lipschitz-official - Richie Lipschitz, Hatchetfield

@miss-hollys-toys - Miss Holloway but with a slight... twist (Hatchetfield)

@kingoftheocean-marvin - Marvin Cohen, In Trousers (teenage years)

@theroomisyellow - Marvin Cohen, In Trousers (married years)

@ilovemytightknitfamily - Marvin Cohen, March of the Falsettos

@gay-weatherman - Marvin Cohen, Falsettoland

@owenc1147 - Owen Carvour, Spies Are Forever

@digbick1152 - Dick Big, Spies Are Forever

@emmettforrestofficial - Emmett Forrest, Legally Blonde

@moniquegibeau-xx - Noel Gruber, Ride the Cyclone

@sturdywiththewordyshakespeare - William Shakespeare, Something Rotten!

@dingdong-elderprice - Kevin Price, The Book of Mormon

@theoneandonly-thomasthorne - Thomas Thorne, BBC Ghosts

@seymourlikesplants - Seymour Krelborn, Little Shop of Horrors

@therealdougsimon - Doug Simon, Gutenberg! The Musical!

@im-not-that-smart - Leaf Coneybear, 25APCSB (Spelling Bee)

@happyhomewrecker-impossiblesob - Larry, The Boys In the Band (2020) (this blog is run by Larry)

@theotheroneisalliveverbeen - Sheila Nail, Love In Hate Nation

@morning-glow-is-here - Pippin, Pippin (Musical)

@orandges - Karen Smith, Mean Girls (this blog is run by Larry)

@apoorboywithagifttogive - Orpheus, Hadestown

@bettywilliams-real - Betty Williams, OC!

@khowardishere - Katherine Howard, SIX: The Musical

@soundbodysoundmind - Ambrose Wellington Bassford, Adamandi

@itsgonnaberoxie - Roxie Hart, Chicago

@insanelycool-jaredkleinman - Jared Kleinman, Dear Evan Hansen

@brom-xtra-bones - Brom Bones, Headless

@rebel-gotta-raise-her-voice - Kitty Minx, Love In Hate Nation

@thishadbettercometoan-end - Marvin Cohen but transfem

@icantread-helvetica - Helvetica Gummistiefel, Gutenberg! The Musical!

@whatsthepointofloving - Peggy Schuyler, Hamilton

@dipperpines-pines-pines - Dipper Pines, Gravity Falls

@lydz-d - Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice

@cmonsugardaddybringmehome - Hedwig Robinson, Hedwig and the Angry Inch

@dewin-it-with-dewey - Dewey Duck, Ducktales (2017)

@nananananananausea - Marvin Cohen, Falsettos college AU!

@theseance-004 - Klaus Hargreeves, The Umbrella Academy Season 1

Agere sideblog: @lil-marvs-gardens

(yes, i know most of those links don't work! i don't know how to fix them)

Founder of Chastity Rocks! (Mark/Boy Jerry) (i think)

Libra, the balanced nature. Favorite ride: the wild mouse.

PLEASE interact: homosexuals, women with children, short insomniacs, and a teeny-tiny band /ref

blog title from: the chess game from falsettos

My main interests i'll post for (current hyperfixations in blue):

Love in Hate Nation

Ride the Cyclone

Fabulous Killjoys / Danger Days

BBC Ghosts

Fall Out Boy

Hadestown

Taylor Swift

My Chemical Romance

Gravity Falls

Percy Jackson / Riordanverse

Starkid / Hatchetverse

The Hunger Games

The Umbrella Academy

Spies Are Forever

Ducktales / Darkwing Duck

Falsettos / Marvin Trilogy

Gutenberg! The Musical!

Legally Blonde (musical)

Something Rotten!

The Book of Mormon (musical)

Adamandi

The Boys In the Band (2020)

Pippin (musical)

Little Shop of Horrors

Hedwig and the Angry Inch (musical)

Jersey Boys (musical)

The Four Seasons (band)

my tags:

#sing it like the kids that are mean to you - school stuff

#npmd boys dont cry au - mine and logan's npmd au

#out of the depths of hell and back - lords in black

#swinging the hatchet now - hatchetfield posting

#sleeping on your folks porch again dreaming - poetry

#were falling apart to halftime - fall out boy

#take my fucking hand and never be afraid again - mcr

#we were born to be suburban legends - my crushes

#the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color - gay rights

#my existence shouldn't be a compromise - trans rights

#we need love but all we want is danger - taylor swift, a lot of times this will be gaylor content btw. deal with it.

#sheila liveblogs learning guitar - self explanatory

#marvin's mail! - answered asks

#in trousers my beloved - in trousers (musical)

#headcanons with emmett - self-explanatory

#marvin's giddy seizures - VENT TAG block it if you don't want to see that

#richie sings - song covers!

[3dschosen]

"and he said,"

tagging system - additional info

ethan

co-host of the driver [sys]

ethan torchio introject

aesthetics, misc, and speaking blog

sideblog of 3dsmade - runs anestheticCannabis

"i come from a land down under!"

[calamityedits]

INBOX . more info below . art by @/boobchuy . Intro heavily inspired by @/mrsh0wtime

# — ✧ ABOUT ME . Hello! I'm anne but you can also call me fawn , lotte or sun if you'd like. I'm an anne boonchuy fictive and I use she/her. I'm a paragirl, moonstone collector , aroace and dualrose! My personal blog is @frogenthusiazt and my carrd is here!

# — ✧ RULES . be patient and don't rush me , “ please ” and “ thank you ” are highly appreciated , I make the requests that I feel like working on first so oldest ≠ first , please specify which flag to use for pride + agere icons otherwise I'll use the one I like the most , I will deny requests that lack basic politeness , give credit for my edits I don't mind being tagged so go wild , if I don't find enough stuff to edit with I'll most likely deny your request.

# — ✧ SOURCES . amphibia , the owl house , dayshift at freddy's , sonic the hedgehog , my little pony , doki doki literature club , dialtown , bluey + more might come!

# — ✧ BLACKLIST . emperor b3l0s , dsmp except for self-indulgent or for friends , huntlow + more might come!

# — ✧ EDIT TYPES . icons ( regular , pride , agere , matching ) , stimboards , moodboards , sprite edits , reply icons , dni banners , pronoun suggestions

# — ✧ DO NOT INTERACT . basic dni criteria , discourse , anti sfw agere , proshippers , nsfw / kink + more will probably be added

italic is selective / only known sources , bold is favourite

[ziggysgender]

i love my local hot topic the cashier lets me takes pins for free sometimes

[confusedtransyearning]

hey. you can call me jackie

im just here cause i need somewhere to get all my yearny shit off of my chest

im polyam so. theres gonna be different stuff

im also gay. but also maybe not totally gay. idk

yea

[i-heart-fictional-men]

Yo Yo!!

I'm Julius but you can also call me Rubi!!

This is basically just my selfshipping account and that's all you'll ever see here lawl

I'm a system host and my system blog is @bunnyburrowsys so check it out

ABOUT ME

I use He/They/Mew pronouns

I identify as both lesbian and gay so the URL is a bit misleading

ABOUT BLOG / TAGS

{these will be updated}

#🌿 the tabby tag 🍂 <- for brambleclaw warrior cats

#✏ the freesmart/iance girl 💛 <- for pencil bfdi/bfb/tpot

#🩶 the sarcasm spasm 🚬 <- for nickel ii

#🌟 the celestial entity 🖤 <- for black hole bfb/tpot

#❄😾 cold berryheart tag 🍑❄ <- for berryheart warrior cats

#🌶 the hot chilli tag ❤‍🩹 <- for chilli heeler bluey

#💫 the tablet tag 💜 <- for mepad ii

#💞 the heart-throb tag 😻 <- for spruce trolls band together

#🫂 the goofy dad tag 🐾 <- for bandit heeler bluey

#🎁 the springtastic tag 🥊 <- for springy iii/ii

#🔫🌮 the hard shell tag 🌮☕ <- for taco ii

#🦄🪽 the princess of friendship 📖🪶 <- for twilight sparkle mlp:fim

#🍰 “headpats for you sweetie” 🍼 <- for marshmallow ii

ADDITIONAL TAGS / MISC

#💌 ~keeping~ 💌 <- for... keeping things lol

#❤‍🩹no specific f/o❤‍🩹 <- for f/os in general

#🌈 not selfship 🌈 <- self explanatory :3

Disclaimer: When I reblog things from posts that say "Proship DNI" that doesn't reflect my views. This blog isn't For Discourse, It's for my self ship stuff. DO NOT WRAP ME INTO SHIPCOURSE OR SYSCOURSE. I WILL EITHER DIRECT YOU TOO MY MAIN BLOG OR BLOCK YOU. Thanks.

bye byee ^w^

creds: heart dividers by @cafekitsune. plushie pics provided by @plusie.

[totheidiot]

ghost!will fic — a masterpost.

this is your apparition passes through me by me a.k.a vaguelyradiantwords

❝And so, forever began, in this place, in this time, in this moment. And that would last for a long, long time.❞

the december of 1922 began with a death. more specifically, the death of one william byers.

it is the most notable legend of the town, of course. the fifteen year old william, called will by his family, was found dead in his bedroom at half past five. there had been no sign of struggle or disease. a healthy boy of fifteen has dropped dead without warning. that's all the town seems to know.

though misleading or obscure the known facts are, it was the truth. it was not the whole truth however; as it so happens, will byers did not die. not exactly. exactly a year later, will finds himself as an apparition, haunting the same house he had died in. there was no end in sight for him.

until. a visitor, a century later. a boy with the name of mike wheeler and his family moves into the haunted house. after various attempts, mike and his friends, affectionately christened 'the party', find the ghost. their goal is to discover what actually happened that night one hundred years ago, and the curse that left will byers in this state; and how to break it.

tables of contents

prologue .

chap01 : a little home .

chap02 : visitors, at last .

chap03 : talk to her .

chap04 : haunted .

chap05 : shadows in photographs .

chap06 : two times mean yes .

chap07 : loose floorboards .

chap08 : close your eyes .

this will be updated as i figure out more chapter names and plots <3 .

statistics as of writing this

hits : 678

kudos : 48

bookmarks : 13

comments : 19

chapters : 6/?

word count : 25,939

author's note

fic title is taken from 'death with dignity' by sufjan stevens. this is quite a long fic, i estimate the final word count to be 60k+. there may be some triggering topics, all of the tws, i will mention in the chapter notes when they do come. though the characters may have some different romantic interests in the past, this is a byler endgame fic with a happy ending. angsty, the party-centric as well. hope you enjoy it :D

[songsofadelaide-reads]

Hello, I'm Mari. (30↑) Welcome to my reading account. 💚 Visit my main account for my fics. 💛

[spores-and-petals]

🌙 Pearlypop! 🌙

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Rai (🍂🐾) is usually on designer duty, but I had to put the comic down for one second and do Pearl myself. I wanted to add more pins to her bag but I ran out of ideas sobs

I know people usually go with the moth motifs for her but I really needed her to be a bird (for reasons), so owl it is,,

-🌘✨

also you should like totally check out the masterpost for S&P 👉👈

[readychilledwine]

A Page From Another's Book

Eris Week - Day 1 - Bonds and Bargains

Summary - After 2 full years without you acknowledging the bond, Eris is willing to do whatever it takes for just a moment of your time

Warnings - Smut, choking (kind of), mating bonds, forced proximity, slight manipulation, and possibly a few missed errors. If you see them, no, you didn't 👀

A/N - Happy @erisweekofficial! I have challenged myself this week to try to use both prompts in one fic. Why? Because I could not choose! They were so good this year.

🍂Eris Week Masterlist🍂Eris Masterlist🍂Master Masterlist🍂

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears 💕💕

The look in your eyes was not what a male wanted to see from their mate. You looked at Eris like you hated him, a soft snarl always playing on lips too plush to have been real.

But Gods that look did things to him. Things that had his own smirk growing as you two stared at each other in silence, waiting for Rhysand to finish looked over the contact for trade Beron had forced his heir to come present. Rhysand was using his hand to hide a smirk.

The scent of the bond between Eris and y/n was potent. Honey and apples. Ginger and cinnamon. The High Lord understood now why so many of his family members complained about the way his and Feyre's scents mix. He could hardly tell who was who anymore but he couldn't stop breathing it in all the same.

“You can go sister, I believe I can hold my own against our dear Eris,” Rhysand dismissed you so easily. Your eyes met his in silent conversation before you stood, black dress swishing as you did and walked out of the room.

Eris felt himself relax then, body melting as he and Rhysand began to show each other vulnerability, “You told me she'd warm up to me by now.”

Rhys pinched his brows, “Y/n is a complex creature. Beautiful as the rising moon, complex as the stars.”

“And crafted from the very darkness between them,” Eris's fingers rolled, nails tapping the table in a pattern of annoyance. “What do I do?”

“Force her into a bargain,” Rhysand was half joking as he struck out a line on Beron's trade agreement. He paused, sharp mind and eyes hitting Eris. “That.. May actually work.”

Eris looked at Rhysand like he had grown two heads, “She would not make a bargain with me, she hates me.”

“She likes knowledge more than she hates you, trust me. And, Eris Vanserra, you live in a court she has never been able to go to.”

Eris fell into a brief moment of silence, “And you believe this could work?”

“It turned out well for me,” Rhysand picked at his jacket. “Make a bargain with her, force her to spend time with you.”

Rhysand slid the contract back over, a look of annoyance on his face as he did, "Your father,” the word spoken with such disdain, “needs to learn what fair terms actually means.”

“I do not believe my Father would know fair if it bit him in the ass,” that snake like smirk came forward. “Luckily, it will be me you deal with soon-”

“Is it not you I deal with already,” Rhys groaned. “Anyways, y/n. Bargain her a week in Autumn in exchange for intel.” He said it so casually, having accepted what the Fates and Cauldron decided would be with you the second the bond snapped during the war with Hybern.

And what a dramatic way for it to have snapped. A fight between Autumn and Night's emissaries leading to you pinning the heir to the ground, dagger at his throat.

It was one thing you and Azriel had in common:

Going for the jugular whenever you two deemed it fit.

Rhys waved a hand dismissing Eris, “I'm sure she is in the hall, waiting to guide you to your room.”

And you were, leathers clinging to every curve, one wing stretched out while you pulled your arm across your body, “Sore, assassin?”

Defiant eyes met his, narrowing slightly as he stared, “Only by the sight of you, heirling.” You began to walk away from him, forcing Eris to follow you to his room in Hewn City. Footsteps fell in time, breathing in sync as the bond between you two pulled and flickered.

It wasn't tense, but the quiet that lingered was thick. There were mountains of emotions between you two. Anger that lingered from years of what he claims was all an act and lies.

“You look beautiful today,” you were the only being he ever spoke this gently to. “Your hair has gotten longer.”

“Are we making casual observations?”

Eris smirked at the way your held a bite yet your eyes were soft. You were truly the most beautiful creature he had ever gotten to lay eyes on. In a dress, armor, casual clothing, leathers. Your confidence was unmatched. You owned every room you walked into. He admired that about you.

Eris opened the door to his room, hand going just above the small of your back to usher you in, “I have an offer for you.”

You leaned against the wall, a shadow coming to check on you. It indicated he was on a time crunch, that your brother would be coming soon. “I am listening.”

“Come with me to Autumn. A week of your time in one of my private residences in exchange for intel on my father.”

Your mind began to race at the possibilities. Bringing home info to Rhysand that the Night Court could use was like dangling a sparkling object infront of a fish. He knew you would bite. “What is in it for you?”

“You. Just one week where I get to see my mate in my court, in our fashion, enjoying our food. Such a small thing to give me in exchange for the knowledge I will give you, and your ability to stay safely in a court you've never enjoyed.”

It was tempting, so tempting the shadow on your shoulder panicked and ran to Azriel. “What's the catch?” You moved to sit on the chair, long legs crossing at the ankles as the two of you continued staring each other down.

“No catch, my lady.” He moved to you, a hand touching the loose hair from your braid. It was a bold and dangerous choice, touching you so freely. “Just a week in exchange for information. That's all I wager.”

His hand raised to you, the freckled skin calloused from training and earning his place as a general, but so soft. Hands spoke volumes to you, and his were so similar to Rhysand's. You raised your hand slowly and took his, feeling the warmth from his skin heating yours.

The bargain mark for you was nothing, a small rune on the inside of your left ring finger, but he flinched slightly before moving to the mirror across the room and pulling up his shirt. He rolled his eyes at the small matching rune above his heart. “What does it say?”

“Agape,” you responded quietly. “We need to leave if you plan on getting out of this alive. Azriel is coming.”

He grabbed your without hesitation, without even putting his shirt back on. Fire and smoke surrounded you before the silence of a cabin. Soft whimpers immediately started before howling. Loud howling. 12 hounds all began to point their noses to the skies they couldn't see. It was a celebration of his arrival home before the smallest then began to pawn at the door.

Eris just smiled as he made his way over, “Be back before dinner,” he told them, patting each one on the head as they can out into the warded clearing. Your feet carried you behind them, eyes wide in wonder as you took in the colors of the trees.

Warmth.

A fireplace with a good book and spiced cider.

Chilled air and pumpkins.

You had always longed to see Autumn, but Beron's prejudice towards Illyrians always got in the way. “Eris..” You were speechless as you admired the woods, the crunchy leaves on the ground. “Its-”

“Home,” he finished as he leaned on the railing watching his hounds. “We're right on the border of Autumn and Winter. There are times where the run rises and sets on the creek and lake near by that makes the snow of Winter appear like it is on fire.” His smile was so soft, eyes relaxed, muscles even slowly loosing tension. “This is my favorite cabin I have. The village nearby is quiet, open minded, hates my father.”

“That seems to be a reoccurring theme,” you jumped in.

Eris smirked but didn't say anything. “Can I offer you more comfortable clothing? A drink?”

Night one with him was filled with you two reading silently, one of his hounds being the first to inch his way into your lap and cuddle. Rhysand had not checked in, Azriel had not searched for you. Not even a mocking letter from Nesta. It was peace, bliss that allowed your guard to fall down.

He allowed you to sleep alone in a spare bed, not even asking as you used your ability to shift to get rid of your wings for the night and stole his sweater to sleep in.

The smell of bacon woke you from your lay in. A rare lazy morning that had you stretching as you walked on in just his sweater.

It felt so domestic, natural to both of them. He wordlessly handed her coffee and sugar, sipping his own. He was shirtless, lean form on display and making your brain spiral to the what ifs. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he continued cooked breakfast, knowing you could not do it.

“How far do you powers as a wild form go?” You glanced at him, not ready to speak without at least getting one sip of coffee in. His hands shot up in defense, a graceful step back as he did. “I am asking because I wanted to leave you with some marks so you could do shopping. Observe the village here.”

You only hummed, reaching for a finished piece of the crispy bacon and bending down to give it to the sweet hound that had attached himself to you. “What's his name?”

Eris sneered as you gave his well trained pet a piece of bacon, dark brown eyes meeting his like it was a victory, “That is Whiskey.” The Hound seemed to skip away as you stood up, “And you will not spoil him.”

“Says the male who had 3 in his bed last night and the rest all in fluffy dog beds that a nicer than what some poor lower fae have.”

“They are orthopedic. Smoke hounds require comfort for their limbs,” his tone was definitely defensive. Almost parental. “They are faithful companions. They deserve comfort.”

You were thankful for your ability to hide laughter, but your eyes began to betray you. This male was not the one you knew, the one who you believed left your dear friend for dead. “To answer the earlier question, it's limitless, like Tamlin's ability, only less effort and my scent is hidden.”

“So you can spend my coin today,” he tossed the bag casually on the counter. He moved the pan from the heat before reaching around you, “You are even beautiful in the morning.” He'd carry the torch for you. He'd carry it even if you rejected the bond, as pathetic as that was.

Day two with him was filled with heated glances that grew the more he showed you who he was. Touches that lingered as he took you from shop to shop, purchasing candies, clothing, books.

He was a handsome male. You'd be a fool to lie if you said otherwise.

The third evening is when things became more. The bond was humming, desperate for anything to happen between you two. Music was playing softly as you two read again. You books on the history of Autumn, Eris a novel he refused to let you see the cover of. His fingers swayed his bookmark in a small dance, the movement as smooth as you had witnessed as he and Nesta glided across the floors of Hewn City.

“You're staring,” He said without looking to you. “Did your high lord never teach you it's impolite to stare?”

“Maybe if your bookmark wasn't waving all over the place while you read your smut,” you muttered back at him. Amber eyes met yours, brows raised as he mouth tried to formulate a response.

“It's not smut. It's a love story!”

You snatched the book from him, the brief contact of your body against his making the bond pound, “Her body sang for him. Each roll of his hips setting fire to her veins,” Your voice reading those lines had the scent in the air shifting. He could no longer mask his need for you as he took a deep breath. “His length filled her, reaching places inside of her she'd never find without him, pulling sob after sob from swollen lips as she held to him.”

“Enough.” He grabbed the novel back and drank his whiskey like a shot as he stared at you now.

No more words passed as you tell held eye contact.

No pointed remarks. No jokes.

The music seemed to fade as the bond began ringing in your ears.

2 years. 2 years if knowing who your mate was. 2 years without even so much as a kiss.

It was finally too much. You had never enjoyed slow burn romances. Why turn this into one when the longing lingered all the same.

Perhaps he closed the gap. Or maybe you did, but it happened. His lips on yours in a passionate kiss, dominating you quickly by tugging your hair back to angle your head.

There was no looming war. No assassinations waiting to happen. No lingering past wounds. Not as he lifted you, laying you down infront of the fire place.

Not as he pulled your shirt off, then his own.

Not as he kissed down your body, nipping and marking his favorite places to remind him to spend more time there later. Neither of you could wait. Neither of you wanted to.

Your bodies were born ready and aching for each other. Like two halves forced apart and just waiting to collide.

Even in the heat of this moment, he looked at you, eyes searching for a sign of doubt, for anything that didn't ring a resounding yes. All he found was lust. Heavy deep want weighing on both of your souls.

He reminded you that you two were nothing more than stardust. Stardust given life and form. Needs and wants. A chance.

You understood the book now as he filled you, stretching you after time spent without a partner. You understood that now, too. Understood why Lucien was all too happy to wait as well.

It had never felt like this. Sex had never felt like coming home. Like your soul was nurtured as he wrapped your legs around his hips. As he moved, he used the bond to instantly get his feedback. He wanted you to sing for him, to cry his name, and when he found that soft spot inside of you, he knew he could have it.

His movements focused on that spot as you grabbed his forearms, back arching off the ground for him, mouth falling into a silent scream.

“Look at me, y/n,” he panted. “Look at me when I make you see the heavens.”

His thumb moved to your clit, circling and rolling it in time with his hips, watching as your breasts bounced.

There wasn't an inch of you Eris wasn't instantly falling in love with. You were exquisite. Not too thin, curves in all the right places. Muscles strong and flexible.

“You are better than I dreamed,” he moaned. “A muse hidden to all but me.”

You whispered his name, eyes squeezing shut as the coil began to build and tighten. He would be the death of you. You of him if he wished, “Eris.”

“Sing for me, my fire.”

The coil built more and more, “Eris!”

He kept pushing and kept hitting that spot. He wouldn't last, not with the way you two fit like a puzzle. With the way your warmth hugged him. But you were also there, dangling from the edge by a string Eris held in his hands.

“Eris, please?”

“What do you need,” he whispered. “I want to hear it. Beg for me it.”

Your hands trembled as you moved his hand that wasn't occupied with your sensitive clit to your throat, eyes looking at him in silent understanding.

Life had not been gentle or kind to you, nor to him, love would not be either.

He squeezed softly, only enough to make you feel the euphoria. His pace picked up, driving hard and faster into you.

It was a chain reaction as you hit your high, screaming his name like you had in all of his dreams. He followed you over, groaning loudly before he praised you and worked you through your heightened state. Screams fell to soft whimpers, whimpers to pants.

Eris waited until the shaking set in, until he knew you were done to pull out before standing to grab a cloth to clean you. Soft kisses were shared as he took care of you before wrapping you both in a blanket.

You two said nothing as you processed what happened.

You didn't even mention the mark on his left hip. One that you knew. That matched Mor’s only hidden mark.

You just processed. Processed that you knew deep down that you loved him. Processed that in few days the bargain mark you shared would disappear from you both, fulfilled and nothing more than a smear on your histories.

In a few days, you'd be going back to the Night Court.

And you couldn't help but you find yourself considering if that was truly home.

How could it be when it wasn't where your mate was?

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