#Eris and Lucien

[elleybug]

Day 7 of Eris week @erisweekofficial free day !

Something fun and cute. Eris ships and Eris making amends with his baby bro :3

Maybe one day manifest allxEris

[lady-of-tearshed]

Just a quick headcanon but...

Imagine Eris healing little Lucien's wounds for the first time, and Lu acting all surprised that his brother could actually make acts of... kindness. Imagine how that would break Eris heart from within.

Yeah, anyway. Enjoy the angst now.🥰 Suffer my friends... Suffer.

Here you go, @erisweekofficial ! For your prompt "Healing" on day 3, I've decided to break everyone's heart. Isn't that great?

Divider made by @tsunami-of-tears 🤎

[littlest-w01f]

Eris Vanserra & Lucien Vanserra

ERIS WEEK MASTERLIST

@erisweekofficial Day 3: Healing/Betrayal

posting my moodboard I made for fun cause it fits the prompts

Lucien's eyes, Eris has betrayed him as a brother over and over again, from everything that happened with Jesminda's murder, hunting him to Spring and from hunting him through Winter, even if he was acting for his father. Their relationship has been strained to say the least.

But as we see in Acosf, with Eris visiting the Band of Exiles, their relationship could be it's way to being bettered, I'd like to think they would soon be well on their way to heal their broken brotherly relationship, especially after Beron will kick the bucket and Eris will be HL of Autumn.

[fieldofdaisiies]

For the Azris fic I wrote the scene where Eris and Lucien finally talk from Eris' perspective and now for the Elucien fic I can do it from Lucien's perspective and you have no idea how much I am enjoying it (although it breaks my heart again).

I can now describe how Lucien sees Eris' reactions and emotions and back then the other way round and it is soooo interesting to explore.

No idea if that makes sense, but I felt like sharing.

[harperbrynne]

Lucien had to wear a mask, so Eris did, too.

[stargirlie25]

Whats your theory for all the bad things Eris has done?

Dont get me wrong i love him. He is funny and a mommas boy.

I dont like Mor. Shes annoying.

Although when the fandom claims she is lying about her trauma it really irks me.

It sometimes involves Eris. I do believe there is a deeper story to it.

Although Eris is 100% not innocent and Mor is the victim.

There is a lot of theories. Although that does not measure up to the canon scene SJM provided Mors memories of Eris. We see how Eris talked to her and hurt her. So unless you guys have a theory that Mor is brainwashed and someone implanted that memory in her head, i need you guys to stop claiming her trauma is fake to uplift Eris.

Also when tamlin said two of his eldest brothers held Lucien back and made him watch jesmenda be executed...That was Eris too.

I know that Eris said that they (ic) knew nothing about what happened that day and i think Eris cares more for Lucien than any of the siblings anyway.

Although would this information not come from Lucien? As in Lucien told Tamlin and that led to the scene of Tam telling feyre about it?

I think Beron abused his sons so bad in different ways that it isnt just broken but can be fixed. I think all of them minus lucien and eris are just pure bad people now. Because of beron.

Eris for sure has the right to have a redemption because Rhysand had one.

Rhys tortured so many people but he was being r@ped for 50 years.

Sure Eris has committed many sins although he faced the wrath with his brothers for his whole life and only SJM knows what kind of torture that was.

Okay well this is mainly asking, What do you think the theory for Eris leaving Mor in the woods without putting down Mor?

I mean there is definitely more because SJM made Cassian acknowledge that himself and made him noted that the ´´bad guy´´ is just an act for eris.

I consider myself an Eris stan probably because he is hot and mommas boy and i know there is more to his sins but i dont know exactly what...

Eris stans LET ME KNOW!

[praetorqueenreyna]

Concession Strategy, Chapter 2

The next chapter of this fic was written by bennylavasbuns, who asked me to post it on tumblr!

Click here to read on AO3, or continue reading below!

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Steam blew from Lucien’s nostrils as he furiously stalked away from the fountain. He kept his head down, avoiding the watchful eyes of servants and stablemen, letting his legs carry him far away from Eris. The audacity his eldest brother had to approach him, especially under the ruse of good tidings. Lucien balled his hands into fists and shoved them into the pockets of his wool coat. It was the color of newly sprouted grass, inadequate against the Autumn chill, and standing out like a beacon against the melancholy of russet brown, burnt orange, and deep reds the hue of blood. He shrugged his ears closer to his collar searching for a warmth he’d never find inside the Forest House walls.

The rough granite stones that built the House had been carved from the very rock on which it sat: monotonous, craggy, and gray. In the darkness, Lucien misstepped on the uneven surface, slipping on the mossy rocks. Square stone slabs were wet and worn from the milenia of mist that rained from the cascading waterfalls surrounding the castle. The tread on his new boots was designed for riding horses and tramping through meadows, smooth and heeled. They would serve no purpose in the forests of the Autumn court. They were no good for running through decaying leaves and mud, scaling towering trees, or hiking slick hills. He caught himself on a damp wall and swore as his skin scraped away from his palm, feeling foolish at how easily he’d already forgotten the long halls and murky nooks where he’d lived the first century and a half of his life. 

His near-tumble shifted the weight of his notebooks inside of the calfskin satchel slung over his shoulder. It wasn’t his, not yet anyway, though he playfully debated returning it to his friend. He’d swiped it off Tamlin as he hurriedly packed for the Autumn Court, shoving stacks of papers inside the soft leather. After begging Tamlin to let him go in his stead, Lucien meticulously studied the dossiers of the Laurellon family,  formal complaints from neighboring residents, land surveys, calculations of damage, and finally Tamlin’s drafted treaty (that Lucien knew needed plenty of revision before Beron would consider it). He was ready.

It wasn’t his first duty as Emissary to the Spring Court, but it was the first official time he would face down his father in a game of political wits. It was the first time he’d returned to the Autumn Court since Jesminda had been murdered. There was nothing he could ever do to bring her back, but to best Beron at his games–something as trivial as ancient family feuds–it would be a start. Lucien needed a small victory. 

The pale moon blanched the descending leaves as they drifted on chestnut scented wind. Long, bare branches arced over the shingles, twigs scraping against the roof like a witch’s spindly fingers. When the wind picked up, the thinner branches would whip against the turrets, signaling war like a drum. The House never rested. Sentries snaked about the larger trees, balancing against the thick trunks, with throwing knives tucked into their boots. Some lurked below in the rings surrounding the mountain; fathomless trenches were carved out of the rock. Soldiers waited within, carrying bows to unleash ash arrows on anyone who dared to scale the steep switchbacks zagging the rockface. Others were stationed in the tall turrets, manning massive crossbows that were mounted to the walls. Lucien turned to the highest tower, noting a set of whimsically swaying legs dangling over the parapet. The cheery guard nodded, his rosy cheeks stuffed full of apple. Lucien only glared. 

Whichever High Lord had built this palace was ingenious. The Forest House was impenetrable and a tyrant like Beron could sleep like a babe despite all the wicked deeds he’d done. Though Lucien lusted for revenge, he would be a fool to try it in the High Lord’s home. 

He bristled against another chilly gust of wind, listening to its ghostly howl barrel down the hallway, before taking a left and pulling open a door. It was even darker inside the stairwell, spiraling deep into the mountain. Lucien knew there were sconces lining the walls, usually lit by servants, but they remained lifeless as he took his first step. He paused a moment, his eyes adjusting to the pitch black, and took a breath. On the exhale, a tiny red flame fizzled into existence in his palm, the first he’d summoned in nearly a year after refusing to use the magic his father’s blood bore him. 

Taking careful steps, he recalled Eris’ warning and bitterly chuckled. Beron already didn’t take him seriously. As if the High Lord of the Autumn Court hadn’t had enough time for negotiation today, Lucien lamented. He knew the tactic well. After all, Beron had taught it to him. It sparked fear and doubt in less confident courtiers. They’d rack their brains with panic, overanalyze and search for any mishaps, making it simple for Beron to spot their weaknesses and lay waste to their hopes of diplomacy. He’d witnessed it plenty before while growing up. After all of the mind-fuckery, anyone would give Beron what he wanted just to get away from him. There were other ways the High Lord ensured he got what he wanted, too. When he was feeling extra cheeky, it wasn’t uncommon for Courts to be left wondering why their emissaries never returned home, their bodies rotting on a pike in the courtyard. One wrong move and it would be Lucien. 

He snuffed the little flame out with a curl of his slim fingers. He didn’t need it anymore, finally reaching the interior of the House. Gilded candelabra lined the corridor, illuminating and heating the space that was blanketed by a plush, crimson carpet. His wet boots left stains on the expensive carpet as he circled the rotunda exiting into another candescent hall on the right. Mucking up the palace gave him a little satisfaction, though he’d find more joy in upending all the candles and watching the place burn. Deciding against the mayhem in hopes of a peaceful evening, Lucien eyed the dancing flames. He swore they burned brighter as he passed them as if greeting an old friend. He walked until he reached the end, noting the aging paint on the portrait of his grandfather on the wall, before instinctively entering the last room. 

Lucien hadn’t gone to the guest quarters as Beron requested. He’d gone to his old room. Lucien wasn’t sure what he had expected, but it certainly wasn’t the pristinely preserved space in front of him. The walnut bed frame gleamed against the bobbing faelight, smelling of fresh citrus and beeswax. The linens were clean, comfortable, and inviting. The entire room was free of dirt and dust, the unused chest of drawers, writing desk and various other pieces of furniture scattered around the room. In fact, the knitted throw blanket he used when reading was carefully folded and draped over his chair placed right next to the fire. Even the olive damask wallpaper was untouched, spotless and reflecting faelight from the accents of silver foil. A lone bottle of wine waited for him atop the mantle, accompanied by a simple, cream-colored card that had been leaned against the label. He already knew who had left it for him, though the scent of crackling flames and roasted chestnuts wafted from the parchment. It was his favorite wine and only his mother paid close enough attention to him to know that. Gingerly, he plucked the card up from the mantle. A lonesome hole in his chest ached at the sight of his mother’s delicate scrawl. 

“As customary with all visitors, I have left you a welcome gift,” the card read. “You will find everything as you left it, waiting for your return. The servants delivered your trunk to this room since I figured you would prefer to sleep here. I hope this means you will stay. ”

Lucien swallowed, massaging at the ache with his knuckles. He hadn’t thought of staying. His indecisiveness was the reason for the large trunk, engraved with Tamlin’s initials and embossed with rose petals and crawling vines. Wanting to strike an intimidating figure, he’d stuffed it full of all the colorful fashion of the Spring Court, most of it new and impeccably tailored to fit his growing frame. But the colors…he glimpsed himself in the gaudy chartreuse coat; the starched, white collar of his tunic peeked out from the lapels and his pants were the color of pine needles. The color worked for him, brightening the copper and ruby tones in his hair, but it was so at odds with what he was used to wearing.  He remembered reading once that the most venomous fauna and poisonous flora were vividly colored, draped in fantastic patterns and vibrant shades of blues, oranges, greens, and reds. Let his clothing serve as a symbol of his intent. The more flamboyant, the better.

Wine forgotten, he stalked over to the trunk and fished out the key from his trouser pocket. With a click, the lid sprang open and he removed his wardrobe, promptly hanging the pieces next to his dull, old clothes in the armoire. A floorboard creaked in protest as he shifted his weight forward. Lucien cocked a brow, kneeling down and spotting a divot in the corner of the hickory wood. Hooking his fingers into the loose space, he yanked, not getting a good enough grip to free it. Lucien unsheathed the sword at his hip and wedged the slim blade between the boards. The board popped free revealing a hole that had been chiseled out of the rock beneath. Inside the hole had been tucked a velvet box, tied with lace. He certainly hadn’t left it there.

Rising, he brushed his knees though not a speck of grime was to be found. It was a habit he’d formed crouching down by bonfires listening while his brothers drank and told stories. To his mother’s dismay, he’d ruined many good pairs of trousers to peat and soot, following his older brothers into dark caves and dangerous woods. That, of course, was decades before he’d learned his brothers were far more dangerous. Lucien shuddered at the memories, all the fondness of them obliterated. 

Lucien fled the Autumn Court with nearly nothing. Only the modest clothes on his back and a short sword he’d stolen from some poor villager. He spent the last year forgetting everything he missed: hundreds of books painstakingly arranged by topic, expertly crafted and embellished weapons, the silly gifts his mother would give him for Equinox every year when he otherwise had every material thing he could want. He supposed he could take those things now, assuming he could fit anything else in the trunk.

Sitting in his chair by the fire, he unwrapped the bow of Chantilly lace that held the lid tight on the little box. His fingers trembled, a breath catching in his throat, wondering how it could have got there and what it could hold.  Eagerly, he discarded the lid to the floor, taking in the items preciously packed inside. A length of ribbon the color of wisteria and a dried flower crown made from hibiscus and baby’s breath. His muscles went slack, the box nearly slipping from his grasp. A tiny rose gold ring, barely large enough to fit on the second joint of his pinky finger, knocked against the side of the box. The sound strengthened his grip, preventing him from dropping its contents. That damn ring that he’d spent months to find. He wanted it to be perfect. The oval diamond was the color of champagne, the size of a coin, and   was surrounded by smaller chocolate diamonds that had been set into a thick band. It was far older than he was, once an heirloom of some unknown Dawn Court family the merchant told him, and he had known when he first saw it that it had been made for Jesminda. A stinging tear slipped down his cheek. She never even got to see it. 

He stroked a hibiscus petal between his thumb and forefinger but it had long since lost its velvety softness and scent. The flowers sprouted from Jesminda’s iridescent skin, a signature of her wood-nymph heritage, beautifully blooming up and down her thin arms and legs. They were fragile as she was, falling loose nearly as quickly as they grew. Lucien remembered what it was like to wake up next to her, on a soft bed of petals and his nose nestled into her chocolatey hair the same color as the diamonds. Another tear grazed his heated cheek, searing as hotly as a fireplace poker. 

Carefully, Lucien arranged the items into the box, replacing the lace ribbon, and exchanged it for the dossier on the Laurellons and the treaty. Snatching the bottle of wine from atop the mantle, he relocated to his writing desk, spreading the documents before him on the lacquered surface. Tamlin’s cramped handwriting melted together, and Lucien scrubbed a hand over his face, into his hair, and secured it back with a bit of leather. Concentrating fire between two fingers aimed at the bottleneck, the heat blasted the cork to the ceiling (a fancy party trick one of his brothers had shown him), and Lucien slugged straight from the bottle. He would never let Beron win again.

[thehighladywrites]

acotar men + twitter nsfw links.

“uh-huh, come play with my pussy!”

pairing: acotar men x f!reader

summary: visual links of how the acotar men fuck 😉

warnings: nsfw, porn links, squirting, handjobs, blowjobs, rough sex, teasing, spitting, slapping, public sex, messy makeout session

amara’s note: yum and if you can’t see the links, remove safe search on web reader then go back to twitter

azriel

when everyone’s out

spitting before eating you out

backshots pov

breeding aftermath

head game goes crazy!

put it in and let’s watch tv!

fingering turns you into a squirting mess

jerking off inside

hungry!

rhysand

can i suck your tits while you ride?

squirting all over his cock while he fucks you

rubbing your clit every morning

slow strokes hit so deep!

arching just the way he likes it

i’ll stroke you if you finger me, deal?

can’t keep my hands off your cock, sorry

take it off, i want it raw

cassian

i miss you, let’s facetime later

sloppy, sloppy makeout session

drooling for a taste

size difference? yes!

let’s make a movie but you gotta be quiet!

you said you were stressed? let me take care of you

creampie compilation

giddy up cowgirl!

throat grab

eris

gotta tease before entering

couch fun

be my personal fucktoy

think you can take it all?

post argument sex

i really, really wanna suck you off

69 double pleasure

deepthroat training

lucien

cumming on his cock

the size difference is crazy

he fucks roughly when he’s mad

no one loves titty fucking more than him

slow handjobs is the quickest way to get bent

lucien found your toy and uses it on you

facial

late night quickie

[imxnotxhere]

Acotar Men Fic Recs

** Updated 03/07/2024 **

I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry

Rhysand

@azsazz

dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au

the lord's work - smut

if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader

just hold on - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass

what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader

lavender haze - fluff, suggestive

@tadpolesonalgae

mine - smut, check warnings!

knocked up - smut

vampire!rhysand drabble - smut

professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut

soothing - fluff, aftercare

@leafsandstarlight

easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut

@azrielbrainrot

my body keeps saying it's yours - smut

all over my skin - smut, rhys x reader x azriel

@writingsbychlo

home to us - fluff

rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?

@azrielscrown

mirror mirror - smut

daylight - fluff

@acourtofwhatthefuck

shrinking violet - smut

@shadowdaddies

if i catch you i fuck you - smut

@fieldofdaisiies

rhysand... - drabble, smut

Cassian

@azsazz

mirror mirror - smut

take it - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@tadpolesonalgae

on the strategy board - smut

pools of sunlight - fluff

@leafsandstarlight

halley's comet - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut - az x cass x reader

@fieldofdaisiies

cassian... - drabble

@illyrianbitch

words of affirmation - fluff

Eris

@acourtofmenandthirst

runaway - angst, smut

fox hunting - smut

closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au

smut blurb

smut blurb II

@leafsandstarlight

destiny's battleground - angst, smut

my lovely throne - smut

despite our differences - angst, smut, series

the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris

@tadpolesonalgae

servitude - smut

thumb prints - smut

@serpentandlily

sly fox, dumb bunny - series

@azsazz

the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut

soul on fire - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@azrielbrainrot

fire on fire - angst?

mind over matter - angst?

@gothicbabydollz

riding eris' face - smut, drabble

riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble

@honeybeefae

cauldron fated - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble

praise kink eris - smut, drabble

@fieldofdaisiies

eris' hands... - drabble

eris... - drabble

@theostrophywife

like you wanna be loved - fluff

Lucien

@tadpolesonalgae

solecist night - smut

@acourtofwhatthefuck

yell at me again - smut

personal problem - smut

the moon on a string - fluff

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut

drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)

@gothicbabydollz

dom lucien - smut, human!reader

@fieldofdaisiies

lucien... - smut

@ceoofyearning

say yes to heaven - fluff

Helion

@leafsandstarlight

a high lord's scholar - fluff

@tadpolesonalgae

new mechanisms - smut

sweet like peaches - smut

[prythianslibrary]

This is @prythianpages. You can find my writing here. I made this little slide blog for all the fics I read & love so I can go back to them ❤️

Heads up, I do reblog things from other fandoms from time to time. I also tag all my posts so if you're looking for something particular, click on the links below:

A C O T A R

Azriel | fluff | angst | smut | series | personal favs

Cassian | fluff | angst | smut | series | personal favs

Rhysand | fluff | angst | smut | personal favs

Eris | fluff | angst | smut | series| personal favs

Lucien | fluff | angst | smut | personal favs

Tamlin | fluff | smut

Helion | fluff | smut

Tarquin | fluff | smut

O T H E R S E R I E S

Aaron Warner

divider by @tsunami-of-tears

[elleybug]

Doodle of Vanserra bros catching fish.

Just a thought i had with them catching fish and what not. Sorta try to bond and unwind but Eris’s brain is like stress 24/7 so Lucien is just seeing his brother going feral and unhinged during the whole thing.

[really-fanny-longbottom]

never yours

summary: azriel never regretted his decisions so much like he does right now.

warnings: angst (like a lot), fluff (also a lot because we need a balance)

pairings: azriel x reader, azriel x elain, lucien x reader

words: 6.1k

you were born in day court during the longest and the warmest day of the year — summer solstice.

even though it's not a custom to exchange gifts on that holiday, your parents always told you that you were their greatest gift and that the sun shined brighter that day like he knew that you would be entering this world very soon. 

your father was helion's best and longest friend, and he had a place in his court as his second in command and advisor. 

your mother was the lead healer of the court. she was one of the most powerful and talented healers of prythian, being a very close second to madja. 

due to your parents' jobs, you grew up in the day court palace and close to helion, who didn't just happen to be your high lord but also your godfather. 

your parents reconsider that maybe making helion your godfather had been a mistake because of how much he spoiled you.

on your 4th birthday, he gave you a black baby pegasus as a present, which you decided to name him blackjack.

when he discovered that you liked reading, he had a private library built in your room with all kinds of books.

when you were seven and heard an old male saying that females should only wear dresses, you only wore pants for the next three months and of course, helion made sure you had every type of pants at your disposal. 

when your parents tried to scold him, he just scoffed with his only response being, 'she's my goddaughter. what else am I supposed to do?' with a big grin plastered in his face.

you weren't helion's child, but he always treated you like one, and that never changed, especially after your parents' death. 

your favorite thing about your parents was their mating bond. after you learned that mates are rare and a blessing, it made every single thing about your parents' love even more unique and pure.

you saw first hand what true love is really like. you saw how much they loved, cared, supported, and protected each other.

you saw loyalty and honesty in their deepest forms. seeing your parents' mating bond made you wish to the stars for a mate, and that one day, you would be blessed enough to find him. 

but you also saw how deep a mating bond could go — you saw it first hand, too.

you saw it when your mother died after getting infected by a rare disease while trying to help her patients.

her death destroyed your father. the pain and the grief of losing your mother — his mate, and the love of his life were so big that your father followed her into the next life a few days later, so they could start their next journey together.

before he died, your father made helion promise him that he would take care of you, which he agreed without hesitation.

he became more protective of you. he couldn't stop thinking how unfair it was for you to lose your parents at such a young age, only eleven years old, when helion had them for centuries.

your godfather made sure to provide you with anything you needed from the best education to the best clothes, and when your healing powers start manifesting and you decide to follow your mother's steps, helion called in a favor to thesan to see if he could teach you himself.

the high lord of dawn was happy to accept, and so were you at the thought of having him as your teacher.

you moved to dawn court for a year where you learned everything about being a healer, not only with the high lord himself but also with his best healers. 

you became one of the best — talented, powerful, gifted, and wise. just like your mother.

madja was looking for an apprentice at the time you returned to day, and when she heard about your skills, she asked for you.

rhysand reached out to helion with madja's offer — you would be her apprentice, work in the clinic with her but you would also assist her if she ever needed to go to a patient's residence, and would learn everything she could teach you. 

it wasn't needed to convince you to agree. you had heard about madja and her healing, after thesan, she was the healer you wanted to work with the most, so of course you were more than happy to have a chance to have her as your mentor.

rhysand added that you would be welcome to stay in one of his personal residences, the house of wind, during your stay in velaris.

you were only supposed to stay in the night court for a year, but that was before you met the shadowsinger. 

however, despite wanting the apprenticeship more than anything, if you had known what would happen when you agreed to go to the night court, you would never have accepted the offer.

•••

azriel couldn't sleep.

no matter how much he tried, he couldn't. not with tomorrow so close, not when he knew what was waiting for him in the morning. 

the past was haunting him tonight, his thoughts hadn't stopped since he had been informed earlier of tomorrow's meeting.

so now, here he was, trying to keep his eyes open even though his body was protesting for him to do the opposite.

but he was fighting that need because every time he closed his eyes, you were all he saw.

your beautiful face with your sparkling eyes, your smooth hair, your pointy ears, your sweet voice, and your soft laughter.

you were haunting his thoughts like a punishment for all those years ago. 

so all he could do now was to sit on the edge of his balcony with his legs hanging off while waiting for the sun to be born, and remember how things used to be before he destroyed everything.

 •••

everything was perfect in the beginning.

velaris was beautiful, the people were kind, and the pastries were absolutely delicious. 

the only thing you actually missed, besides helion, was the warmth of the sun like no other court had but the day court — that was just the day citizen in you talking.

your apprenticeship was going amazing. you and madja had instantly connected, and you were learning so much.

two weeks later, you were already attending your own patients without supervision.

you really had a gift, and every time madja complimented your powers, you gave all the credits to your genes — to your mom.

it warmed your heart knowing that the mother had blessed you with this part of her. In this way, it felt like she was always with you.

the house of wind felt just like home, and you adjusted perfectly.

the inner circle had welcomed you with open arms, and you got along with everyone. they thought you and mor would be the closest of all, but they got a big surprise when it turned out to be you and azriel.

the shadowsinger was different from everyone you ever met.

everyone in day was so loud, extroverted and open.

but not him.

he was calm, reserved, and difficult to read, but with time, you ended up finding out that the two of you were more alike than you thought. you were able to go through the shell that azriel had so perfectly built around him over the centuries. 

a friendship was born.

every day, qzriel would fly you to the clinic and then back to the house. you explored velaris together and made your personal mission to try every single restaurant and bakery from the city of starlight. 

you walked along the sidra and even stopped once in a while to dance along the melodies that the musicians were playing. you would read together whether that was in the library, in your room, or in his. you even started training with him and sometimes, cassian.

you became each other's person. 

when a day at the clinic was hard or you would lose a patient, he was there to hug and comfort you, and you found yourself doing the same for him about his missions.

so you decided to take the next step and spoke about your parents' death, how much still affected you losing them.

and in that moment, azriel realized how much trust you put in him, so he decided to return it and opened about his past, his family, and his hands. you listened to every word, cleaned every tear, and held him for as long as he needed.

tou found yourself falling in love with him a little more day by day, and it only took you a few months to realize that you were completely in love.

the day the bond snapped was one of the happiest days of your life.

it happened during the most beautiful celebration in the night court — starfall.

your hair was tied in a long braid that reached down to your waist, decorating the braid were small yellow daylilies.

you were wearing a golden dress that fit perfectly against your sun-kissed skin. the dress had a slit on the left side that went up to the top of your thigh, a single strap held the dress on your right shoulder and when you turned around, whoever was behind you could have a perfect view of your naked back.

golden jewels rested on your ears and neck. 

you looked like a goddess — one blessed by the sun itself.

you were shining just like a day court citizen should.

azriel standed next to you in the balcony while gazing at the spirits passing.

both of your hands rested on the stone of the balcony, and when you went to adjust your hand, it brushed against azriel's.

at the new feeling, you looked up to find his eyes, only to see the shadowsinger already looking at you.

in that moment, with the touching of your hands and the meeting of your eyes, the world stopped.

your hands start interviewing, and everything else just disappeared.

it was just the two of you and the sound of your heartbeats. and then, a golden thread appeared and started tying your hearts and souls.

azriel held your free hand and pressed it against his own chest, right where his heart laid.

you followed his action, freeing your intertwined hands and putting his hand on your chest, above your heart. 

with the final loop of the golden thread around your hearts, azriel bent down and kissed you. 

that moment couldn't be more beautiful and magical even if you tried.

you had finally found the mate that you had wished to the stars all those years ago. 

everything was perfect.

you had everything you wanted and more.

you lived in a beautiful city that you learned to love and were starting to call it home. 

you had the job of your life, working alongside one of your idols. 

amazing friends that made you feel welcomed and part of a little family.

and finally, your mate, the male you were in love with, long before that beautiful and sacred golden thread.

everything was perfect.

but of course, nothing lasts forever.

and all of that disappeared when elain archeron came into the picture.

•••

ten years.

he couldn't believe that much time had passed. all those years without you.

it had been ten years since the last time he saw you.

ten years since he had heard something regarding you.

ten years since he had broken your heart.

and ten years since he had made the biggest mistake of his entire existence.

you had moved back to day court after that day, after what happened and after what he did. 

the high lord of day had forbidden azriel from seeing you and from trying to contact you in any way.

and months later, when the rumors of a certain shadowsinger flying above the palace in hopes to get a glimpse of you reached his ears, helion banned him from his court.

helion had always been a very charismatic and loving person.

he's kind, generous, and a very good friend. He gets along with almost everyone, always joking around and laughing. 

some people may say that he's the nicest and kindest high lord that prythian has ever seen. 

when problems arise, he always tries to find a solution to solve them or if a solution is not possible, a way to improve them.

but not this time.

not when it comes to you and his son — Lucien.

because your heart wasn't the only one to be shattered that day.

no.

lucien's heart was a victim, too.

so, from that moment, everything that helion did was to protect you and lucien.

to make sure that you felt safe, that you had space and time to heal.

azriel's banishment wasn't the only consequence from the events of that day.

that day also cost the alliance between the day court and the night court, and when the alliance fell apart, so did helion and rhysand's friendship.

but azriel wasn't the only one to blame for all of this.

elain archeron was guilty, too.

she, too, was banished from the day court and forbidden to contact lucien in any way.

but unlike azriel, elain's actions cause far more consequences than his. 

the autumn court followed the same decisions as the day court.

the banishment of azriel and elain and the prohibition of any kind of contact with lucien.

eris, now the new high lord of the autumn court after beron's death, didn't take lightly to what happened to his little brother. 

the two of them had reconnected after eris became high lord.

they talked through everything that had happened in the last centuries, made peace with their past, and decided to move forward together.

now, the brothers were inseparable and had the kind of relationship they had always wanted since they were younger.

so when eris heard what had happened, he considered those actions as a personal attack. 

he went as far as to offer lucien the opportunity to choose the blood duel, which his little brother refused, saying that all of this had already caused enough pain.

eris wasn't angry just because of lucien.

he was angry because of you, too.

you were the first person to give him the benefit of the doubt, the first one to not judge him and unlike the others you tried to get to know him, to be his friend and he let you. 

6ou were the first one to know the real eris, to know what he hid behind the mask.

therefore, you had a special place in his heart. even if you didn't share the same blood, you were part of his family.

but that didn't stop with day and autumn. spring joined them, too. 

despite everything that happened and the fact that they were still working on their friendship, tamlin's loyalty remained with lucien.

spring had been lucien's home for decades, and with that came a brotherhood between the two of them. 

needless to mention that jurian and vassa's loyalties also remained with lucien.

to everyone outside the situation, all of this may seem overreacted and exaggerated.

but to everyone involved, it's not.

after all, you and lucien almost died.

that's what happens when a mating bond is rejected.

•••

azriel couldn't believe things had turned out this way.

he was so sure that the cauldron was wrong, that he belonged with Elain.

three sisters for three brothers.

how more poetic could it be?

there were signals everywhere.

feyre with rhysand.

nesta with cassian.

elain with him.

elain wouldn't go close to lucien or talk to him, but she would sit next to him whether during dinners or on the couch, she would talk to him, and requested his company when she went to the garden or to the city.

even his shadows disappeared every time he was with her.

weren't those signals clear enough?

they were meant to be.

the cauldron was wrong. 

so azriel did what he thought was right.

he rejected the mating bond with you, and elain did the same with lucien. 

he never thought that the rejection of the bond would've almost cost your life.

that memory still gave him nightmares to this day.

how pale you turned, how you sank to your knees with your hand pressed against your chest, tears running free down your cheeks and muffled screams leaving your lips.

how much pain you had suffered and how he had been the cause of it.

how once, not that long ago, he had been the reason for your smiles, laughs, and giggles.

but that memory wasn't his.

it was rhysand's.

rhys, who had to go through your mind shields, and knock you unconscious so the pain would stop and that memory led him to another memory. 

the memory of that day and the things that had followed after he shattered your heart.

•••

azriel wasn't there the moment it happened.

no, he was too busy kissing elain after admitting how much they craved each other. 

and while he kissed elain, he felt that golden thread tying the two of you breaking and start slowly to disappear.

nothing could have prepared him for that last memory of you when he and elain were summoned to the river house a few hours later.

rhys had shown him not as a courtesy but as a lesson of how much his actions can affect others.

but you weren't just some other.

you were his mate — former mate.

azriel made a move to go find you.

he needed to explain it to you, and he needed you to understand, but you were already gone.

rhys told him that after you regained consciousness, lucien took you with him back to day court. 

lucien.

who you had become instantly friends with since the male's arrival in velaris.

you had treated him just like you were when you moved to the night court.

you showed him the city, the good restaurants and the best pastries, and also told him about Helion, now that he knew the high lord was his father and he was his heir.

you wanted him to feel like home, just like you did. 

when Azriel made his intentions clear to go to day and find you, rhys showed him the letter helion had sent.

the one that forbidden him from seeing you and from trying to contact you in any way.

the one that also had the same indications to elain regarding lucien.

and that if any of them tried to disobey his orders, there would be consequences.

azriel knew of protective the male was of you and that he would do anything to protect his family, so for a split second, azriel found himself fearing the high lord. 

rhysand also ordered them to stay away from the two of you, stating that they had already created enough problems and the night court could not afford a war with day. 

after they left his office, rhys sat down on his chair, trying to think how he was gonna solve this.

his mind kept going back to you and lucien. 

he was there when lucien came for you.

the red headed male was also pale and every few minutes, his hand would press to his chest in pain, his eyes were still red, probably from the tears he had shed.

rhys knew that Helion's letter wouldn't be the only one he would receive that day.

and like he was right, three more letters arrived during it.

first from autumn, then spring and the last one from the band of exiles. 

rhys passed a hand through his black hair and released a long sigh.

azriel and elain actions had just cost four allies to the night court.

•••

when you and lucien arrived in day, helion almost fell to his knees at your sight.

you were in lucien's arms, your eyes half open with tears still following down your cheeks.

one of your hands was against your chest, rubbing small circles in a way of trying to get rid of the pain.

lucien wasn't much better.

helion headed towards you and started examining you for injuries, but he found nothing.

when confusion made his way to his features, Lucien told him everything.

the confusion was replaced by anger, but the anger wasn't just directed towards the shadowsinger and the middle archeron sister.

some of it was towards himself. 

towards himself, because seeing you like that, helion felt that he had broken the promise he made to your dad and that this was his fault.

without giving time for any more thoughts to fill his mind, helion led lucien to your room, where the heir laid you on the bed.

you had fallen asleep in his arms with your cheeks still stained. 

lucien sat on the chair by your desk that was placed in front of your bed and said to Helion that he would stay with you.

helion gave him a firm nod, remembering that lucien didn't have a room yet in his palace, but he was about to fix that.

helion didn't waste any time after making sure that the two of you were okay for now. 

he called two of his servants to prepare a room for the young heir and went straight to his office where he wrote the letter and sent it to rhysand.

the next week's were a complicated ones but showed that time was the best healer. 

you no longer spend the days locked in your room alone.

you started to eat properly again and went back to work.

day by day, you were smiling more, sometimes making jokes.

lucien improved as well.

he decided to live in the day court for the time being and took his place as helion's second in command.

his relationship with helion was also getting stronger over time.

they were making up for the lost time.

but that wasn't the only thing that changed. your relationship with lucien also changed.

you got closer than ever, due to the fact you were the only ones who knew what the other was going through.

you found comfort in each other's presence and started spending more time together to the point where you became each other's favorite person. 

little by little, you start helping each other heal.

you started putting back together the pieces that had been broken, and the pain started slowly fading until the day that it didn't hurt anymore.

you two mended your hearts and souls, and for the first time, in a long time, you were full again.

your friendship grew, and so did your feelings for each other.

•••

azriel couldn't believe how wrong he had been.

because the cauldron wasn't wrong, it had never been wrong. 

he was the one who was wrong — right from the beginning.

he and elain had tried a relationship after yours and lucien's departure.

it worked for six months until it didn't.

azriel questioned himself why the relationship was starting to fail and why being with elain was starting to feel wrong.

it didn't take him too long to understand the reason. It was because she wasn't you.

he found out that the reason his shadows disappear every time he was with elain wasn't because they were destined but because they were with you. 

his shadows would leave him and elain to go find you, like they were stating that they wouldn't betray you, that they chose you.

on the day he broke up with elain, he found his shadows in your old room, which once was filled with colors, books, paintings, and light, and now was empty, dusty, and dark.

the shadows were swimming around your starfall dress — the one you wore on the day your bond had snapped.

the sight of the dress was painful, and he understood why it had been left behind.

azriel had tried to apologize.

he flew to day court and around the palace trying to find you but he never did and the next day helion sent a letter with his and elain's banishment, making autumn and spring to make the same decision. 

he understood why.

they were trying to protect you and lucien, and even though he didn't have the right, he just wanted to know if you were okay.

he asked rhys several times if he knew something about you, and thys revealed to him that you weren't talking to him or the other members of the inner circle either.

you had stated that it was too early and still very painful. 

so they respected your decision and kept their distance. 

that had caused azriel's guilt to grow even more.

how he wished for nesta to still have her powers so he could go back in time and repair all of this.

the light of the sun broke his thoughts.

the sun was finally making its appearance in the orange and yellow sky. 

azriel released a long breath and looked at the clock perched on his bedroom wall. 

the morning was here, and he was only two hours away from seeing you.

•••

the inner circle stood at the entrance of the day court palace. 

helion had lifted the banishment for this meeting with yours and lucien consent.

both of you said that it had been a long time and that the past should stay in the past, but that didn't mean you would be accepting any apologies today.

koschei was on the rise again, and prythian needed to come together once more.

right now, your past didn't matter.

the doors swung open, and the inner circle made their way inside.

a servant led them to the conference room located in the same hallway as helion's office on the first floor of the palace.

they sat at the marble table while the servant informed them, "the high lord will be here in a few minutes."

receiving a nod and a 'thank you' from rhysand, the servant left.

rhys started, "y/n and lucien will also be in this meeting. now, helion was nice enough to allow the two of you back here, so do not ruin this."

he finished while looking at azriel and elain, making them both nod their heads.

helion entered the room, and the inner circle raised from their seats.

the high lord of the day court made his way to the head of the table.

he turned to the side where rhys and his inner circle stood, offering his hand to rhys to shake it.

taken by surprise, rhys needed a few seconds to process what was happening before accepting his hand.

once they had shaken hands, everyone returned to their seats, but not before helion sent a disapproving look in azriel's and elain's direction.

a few minutes into the meeting, the door to the conference room opened again.

and there you were. 

you were dressed in day attire. a beautiful white dress that hugged your body, with your hair loosen and golden jewelry adorned your neck and ears.

lucien was by your side also wearing day attire, one that matched helion's, with your hand in his.

the inner circle held their breaths at your sight.

it had been ten years, but all the memories came flashing back to them. 

you looked the same, but when you two approached the table, that's when they saw it and shock spread all over their faces.

azriel couldn't believe what he was seeing.

he didn't know what he was expecting to see at this meeting, but it wasn't this.

it wasn't the golden ring that you and lucien had matching on your left hands informing him that you were married that shocked him.

it was the small and round belly that your free hand was resting on and the sweet vanilla scent that was filling the air — the scent of yours and lucien's baby. 

"apologies for our delay," lucien started, then looking in your direction with a smile continued "someone had a big appetite this morning," he ended with a laugh.

you looked at his gaze, a genuine smile on your lips "shut up," you whispered.

lucien grabs the back of your chair, pulling it to give you enough space to sit. "thank you, my love."

you said while watching him take the seat at your right, making you stay seated between him and Helion.

for the first time since you entered the room, you looked at the people in front of you. "night court," you greeted with a small smile. 

feyre was the first to say, "congratulations, y/n and lucien." 

lucien spoke this time. "thank you, feyre." he rested his hand on your belly.

"how far long are you?" rhysand's voice reached your ears.

looking in his direction, you answered, "23 weeks. lucien thinks it's a girl, but i think it's a boy," you added, making rhys smile.

"i always took you for a boy mom." amren's voice surprised you and couldn't help but smile at her words.

"congratulations to you two. the mother knows you deserve it." she finished with a genuine smile.

lucien looked at azriel and elain before directing his eyes to the ancient one "yes, we do. thank you, amren."

lucien paused for a second before turning in helion's direction and continuing. “let's not keep holding on to the meeting. please go on, father." 

helion proceeded with the meeting, but azriel didn't listen to a word that was said.

he couldn't tear his eyes from you and lucien. 

there was no doubt of the love you two shared, not when it was written in both of your eyes.

he didn't miss Lucien caresing your belly and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, passing his thumb over your jaw, and kissing your cheek after.

or how you rested your right hand on top of his on your belly while your left passed through his long red hair before resting around his shoulders and your smile while doing it.

what bigger proof did he need of your love if not for the baby you were carrying?

lucien's baby, he kept telling himself.

not his.

lucien's.

jealousy invaded his body, but there was nothing he could do.

he made his decision ten years ago, and now he had to live with it.

lost in his thoughts, he only realized the meeting was over when everyone started standing.

rhys and helion were finishing talking, and when the doors opened one more time, eris vanserra walked in with a little ginger boy in his arms.

he couldn't be more than five years old.

he looked exactly like lucien, except for his eyes — those were yours. 

azriel's heart sank, and it sank even more a few seconds later, when the little boy spotted you and lucien.

you already had a baby and you were about to have your second.

with a big smile appearing on his sweet face, the little boy almost shouted, "mommy! daddy!"

the boy jumped from his uncle's arms and ran to you.

you bend down and gather the happy boy in your arms before standing again and passing a hand through his ginger curls and saying, "hi, baby."

you peppered his face with kisses, making him laugh even more. "i thought you were having fun with your uncle," you said, looking at your brother in law.

your son pouted “uncle eris doesn't know how to play. he only wants to do the boring stuff, mommy.”

everyone in the room chuckled. eris gasped with fake hurt “excuse me?”

“elijah.” lucien chuckled and said to your son after joining your side “don't be rude to your uncle.” 

“but it’s the truth, daddy.” elijah hid his face on your neck. 

eris approached the little family with a smile directed to his nephew. "sorry. i tried to keep him entertained, but he just kept asking about you two." 

lucien noticed his older brother had paint and glitter on his white shirt and laughed at the thought of his son giving him a hard time before exclaiming, "it's alright, brother. we were about to leave anyway." 

the little boy settled in your arms and rested his head against yours, lucien started rubbing his back.

when the little boy caught the sight of his grandfather, he asked before anyone could stop him "grandpa, how was the meeting with the idiots from the night court?" 

the room went quiet, and a few gasps escaped.

at your son's words, you turned to look at Helion, now on mom's mood. "helion! how many times do we have to tell you not to speak like that in front of him?" 

the room erupted in laughter at your statement. 

the air became lighter, and helion put his hands in surrender, promising you that it wouldn't happen again. 

you gave him an incredulous look, saying that you didn't believe him.

your son wrapped his tiny arms around your neck and rested his head on your shoulder with a yawn leaving his lips. 

you rubbed your son's back while speaking to him. "C'mon, elijah. let's leave before your grandfather comes up with a new bad word for you to learn." 

“bad grandpa” your son agreed with you while earning new chuckles from the night court. 

even though he was trying to hold his smile, azriel failed. your son was too adorable.

you turned your gaze to the inner circle and gave them a smile. "it was good to see you all." 

"you too, y/n. i missed you." cassian replied.

your smile stretched before telling him, "i missed you too, cass." 

the nickname made his heart ache — maybe there's still a chance for you to reconnect.

you turned to look behind you, meeting your husband's eyes "you're coming, lu?" 

a pink blush made its way to lucien's cheeks "of course, my love."

the heir looked at his father, "we'll see you at dinner, father. night court." he said, giving the inner circle a small nod before joining you and wrapping his arm around your waist and giving a kiss to your now sleeping son.

amren spoke again “see i told you were a boy mom.”

“you're right. if this baby happens to be a boy as well, i'm gonna be in trouble.” you replied with an arm holding your son and while the other made its way to your belly.

“no, you're not. you're gonna be great.” nesta spoke, a genuine smile on her lips “we already can see you are.” she gestured to the little boy sleeping in your arms. 

“thank you, nes.” you were grateful for her words.

on your way out, you met azriel's eyes, but you couldn't find the words, so you simply gave him a nod with a small smile, and azriel returned the gesture.

when the door closed, amren was the first to break the silence "well, the mother has a sense of humor." 

everyone turned to look at her, but she focused her gaze on azriel and elain.

"you rejected them because you believed you belonged with one another only for your relationship to fail six months later. and now," she released a laugh, "your former mates found their way towards each other. fell in love, got married, have a son, and have another baby on the way. ironic isn't it?" she said with the feline smile returning to her lips. 

it was helion who spoke next, amusement all over his face, "indeed. i guess karma is a bitch."

he sent a disapproving look one more time in the direction of the two people who almost cost him his family before exiting the room.

amren's and Helion's words stung, but azriel knew it was nothing but the truth. He realized in that moment that despite your life now and how things turned out, you would never forgive him.

he had lost you forever, and now he had to live with regret for the rest of his life.

after all, you were no longer his. 

a/n: thank you for reading! i'm thinking in making a general taglist so if you wish to be added let me know.

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Eris and Lucien finally talk after centuries of distance between them for @erisweek2023🧡 warning, this is a bit emotional

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~ kodaline - brother ~

Amidst the towering, weathered trees of the large forest, Lucien arrives at Forest House. He hasn't been in here in centuries, but still he remembers the scent of autumn so vividly, the large forest, the big house, the place he once called his home. 

His footsteps sound on the muddy path as he takes one step after the other, through the eerie atmosphere, leaves damp with dew, tiny beads caught in spiderwebs.

Tension weighs heavily in the air, making it hard to breathe despite the freshness of the crips autumn evening. 

The brotherly bond he and his brother, Eris Vanserra, once had is now a fragile thread filled with memories that both bind and divide them. 

The path comes to and end, and looming before Lucien is the old, and majestic Forest House. 

The doors groan and screech as they open slowly, revealing the dimly lit hall that is also all too familiar to Lucien. He remembers running away from his father in these halls. Afraid, anxious, teary. His father. Beron is not his father, he knows this now, but he was the man he considered to be his father for over four hundred years. Helion, High Lord of the Day Court, is his father. But it doesn't make Eris less of a brother. 

Lucien and Eris are brothers, they have always been and they will always be. That is the reason why he is here now. Lucien knows that deep inside Eris has a good heart and that is why he is here. He wants to see it, wants to see his brother's good heart. Wants to see his brother. Wants to have his brother back in his life. Wants to have the brother that protected him from Beron back in his life. 

Lucien steps inside, his heart pounding in the same rhythm as his footsteps sound on the floor. The interior is vast, filled tension, and unspoken revelations, apologies of sort and conversations that should have long ago happened. Fairy-lights and sconces adorn the dark walls, casting shadows along the stone, adding to the eerie atmosphere. 

And then, his hands in his pockets, Lucien slowly lifts his gaze to look straight ahead. 

There, at the far end of the hall, stands his older brother. Eris Vanserra, the new High Lord of the Autumn Court. He looks powerful, and strong, yet torn and…sad. 

His gaze meets Lucien's with a mixture of longing and apprehension. They are brothers, bound by blood, and yet there are centuries of distance between them. 

There is no one else in the court, safe for the sentry that let Lucien through the large gates. Everyone else is gone — Eris must have sent them away, wanting to talk to his brother alone. 

The brothers' eyes lock, and for a moment, the world around them fades away. 

The weight of their unspoken history is palpable, a heavy cloak that lies over both of them and is a heavy weight on their shoulders. The silence is almost unbearable, a tension that stretches between them like an invisible thread threatening to snap.

"You came." The words leave Eris in a breathy whisper. 

His head bows the slightest bit and Lucien says, "You called."

A flicker of unspoken emotions passes between them, a shared feeling of the wounds they have gotten over the years and the time lost between them. 

Lucien takes another step forward, and Eris inhales sharply.

Vulnerability, but also hope is etched into the new High Lord's features as he keeps his gaze on his younger brother. Little Lucien — now a grown male, strong, powerful. And he has missed all of that. Has not seen him grow into the male he now is. 

As their gazes hold, the walls of the Forest House, and the woods outside seem to fade into the background, into insignificance, leaving just the two of them.

"I wasn't sure you would follow the invitation." His throat starts to burn when he sees the pain in Lucien's eyes. His little brother is closer now, and he can make out every little emotion etched upon his features.

"You are my brother, Eris." 

It is not exactly an answer, but it is all Eris needs to here. A single tear rolls down his cheek, the back of his mouth aching. He also takes a step forward, and inhales sharply. 

"We've taken different paths, but somehow I knew we would always end up on the same one when we're older again, Eris." 

Lucien slowly removes his hands from his pockets, not once breaking eye-contact with his older brother. 

"I hurt you, Lucien," Eris' voice trembles, thick with emotion, as if teetering on the edge of tears.

"You ensured I was safe after what…he had done to Jesminda and I had been exiled." 

Eris marvels at the strength his little brother has gained, standing before him now, talking about Beron, Jesminda, and about what had been done to him. 

"I did, but I should've done better. I should have done more, fought for you to stay, protected you better."

"No," Lucien's voice is resolute, a mix of strength and compassion, as he steps closer to Eris. "You did everything you could."

"No, I should have risked my life for my little brother, Lucien. If you were dying on your knees I should be the one to rescue you. If you were drowned at sea I should be the one to give you my lungs so you could breathe. I should have been the one to keep you warm and safe. I should have protected you with my life." Eris' voice breaks, his hands curling into fists at his sides as more tears stream down his cheeks. But he ignores them and continues. "I should have been the bigger brother you deserved."

A small, sad smile tugs on Lucien's lips. "You can be this brother now. From now on, we'll be carrying each other until we say goodbye on our dying day."

In that deeply emotional moment, their past wounds and memories fill the air around them. 

Eris cautiously opens his arms, a mix of regret and longing in his heart. Lucien steps in, his eyes now wet as well, mirroring the emotions Eris feels.

He wraps his own arms around his older brother, and it feels so oddly familiar. 

Their hug is like a strong connection, a way of saying things without speaking. Eris holds his little brother tightly, tears streaming down their faces as they find comfort in each other's presence. It's as if the hug is healing the wounds of the past, of the centuries they lost, the centuries without the other one being present. 

Their tears show how much they care and how they want things to be better.

As they hold onto each other, Eris and Lucien share a moment of understanding, they let their emotions run wild, sobbing and holding onto each other as tightly as possible. 

"Though we don't exactly share the same blood, you're my brother and I love you that's the truth. I never not thought of you, or your safety," Eris says, voice weak and shaky. 

"No matter who my father is," —Lucien leans back a little, leaving the embrace— "I will always be your brother."

"After everything that has happened?" "Everything happens for a reason." He reaches his hand up to grasp Eris' shoulder. His features are stern and slightly cold, but his heart is slowly healing, the wounds finally sealing. 

Slowly they start to let go of the hurt of the past. "But yes, after everything that has happened, Eris."

"Thank you for coming here, it is a big step, I know this. This place…the memories."

Lucien bows his head, his eyes flickering with unspoken words. 

"Let's head into the gardens and speak there, we have a lot to talk about…little brother."

The corner of Lucien's mouth tips up and he nods. "Yes, let us talk…big brother."

We've taken different paths And travelled different roads I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old And when you're in the trenches And you're under fire I will cover youIf I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me And if you were drowned at seaI'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

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[xmalfoyweasleyx]

Calling the acotar men 'good boy'

warnings: smut (18+!), sub!acotarmen (wingplay, hair pulling)

Rhys

Sometimes he gets needy, very needy. And I think Rhys would be very whiny and pleading when the moor is like that

You were on his lap, kissing his neck. His hands holding your hips, pushing you harder against him

You nibble ons his earlobe, making him shudder. “Please touch me already” he pleads.

“So eager, aren’t you?” you tease, slowly stroking the hardening bulge over his pants.

“Please” he whines when you start opening his pants. You grab his hard length, slowly stroking the soft skin. 

Rhys always lets out those high pitched moans when he’s needy like this. His eyes and mouth halfopen when you start tugging in an agonizing pace.

“That’s my good boy” you smile. He lets out another one of those high pitched moans when he hears the nickname.

You get off his lap, lowering on your knees before him.

“Y-you don’t have t-“ he tries, but you cut him off, pressing your lips against his tip. He always acts like this, wanting to give. But you want to give something back, you want to give this to him.

Cassian

He’s a switch, definitely, but his filthy mouth never stops. So when you’re both in the mood and you’re riding him, holding him down against the mattress with your one hand, the other one touching his wings teasingly, he loses it. 

“Yes baby, you look so hot like this” he groans out. You answer with a slow stroke on the inside of his wing. A strangled moan leaves his lips, making you grin. 

You quicken your pace, his hands guiding your hips to move faster. 

The man looks so pretty like this, I swear. He is blushing hard and his hair is so messy, his eyes all droopy and sometimes you can even see some tears on the edges.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” 

The nickname always makes him melt in a puddle for you, he lets out a loud whiny sigh, his eyes closing and head leaning back into the pillows.

“Yes, I’m your good boy”

“You are baby” you smile, your hand tracing his sweaty muscular torso. “You always are”

When he’s in a subby mood, he always comes so hard and so much. “Yes baby, come for me, such a good boy when you moan like that for me” you whisper, guiding him through his orgasm.

Azriel

Az is mostly a dom, but sometimes…sometimes he lets you take control.

He is sitting up on his office chair, you straddling him, slowly riding him. Your one hand is around his neck, softly caressing the hair on his neck. Your other hand is on his thigh behind you, helping you for leverage.

The rare moments you take control, he is so fucked out. His half closed eyes tracing your body, watching the way you move up and down. His hair hangs before his eyes and his mouth is slightly open open.

“Feels so good” he moans. You start moving faster in answer, grabbing his neck harder and leaning in for a passionate kiss.

You had never tried new (subby) nick names before, but you had wanted to for a while now. So that’s when you finally did it.

“Good boy” you mumble against his neck. The only thing he does is grab your ass harshly and stare in your eyes with a confused look. “Huh” he says.

“I said you’re a good boy Azzie, my good boy” you say, licking the soft spot on his neck.

Az lets out a high pitched moan in answer. “Yes, y-yes I am” he stumbles out. “Always so good for me, fucking me so good, filling me up just like the good boy you are” you just can’t stop saying it once it’s out and you see the effect on him.

He comes in you with a loud moan then, grabbing your hips so tightly, pushing his seed into you harshly. His whole body is trembling. He looks at you shyly, he’d never come that fast before.

“Guess I should call you that more often” you smirk

Lucien

You’re in the same position as with Az, but on the couch. It’s one of his all time favourite positions. You riding him, but close enough so your breasts are pushed against his chest. 

He moans into your hair, his big hands on your back, grabbing you tightly to hold you close to him. 

“You’re so pretty” he groans. You smile and tangle your fingers in his soft long hair. 

“Not as pretty as you” you smile, placing kisses all over his face and neck. “So pretty”. And it was true, he looked beautiful. Soft moans on those swollen lips, his golden skin glowing. The hair that was normally so neatly styled, now messy with your hands in it.

You’re surprised when he puts his hand on the one you have in his hair. His eyes are pleading. 

“What do you want baby” you tease. “Please” he sighed “pull it” he says it so quietly, it always gets him shy when he has to admit he likes it when you grab his locks in your hand.

“Only when you are a good boy for me”

“B-but, I.. I am.” he stutters. “Are you sure ‘bout that baby?” you smile.

He doesn’t protest but decides to let his actions talk by grabbing your breasts softly, putting your nipple against his mouth. Sucking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. You moan out.

“Yes, good boy” you sigh. Before he can answer you reward him by increasing your pace, riding him faster. You grab his hair, not that hard, but with enough forse to make him moan out loudly. “Yes, baby, so good, I love you so much” he mumbles out.

Eris

Eris is pounding into you, your legs tightly wrapped around him, skin slapping and moans filling your bedroom. 

He has difficulty with letting his control go sometimes, so you decide to try something, just to get him out of it. To just let him get loose, even if it’s just for a moment.

“Harder” you groan out. He complies, breathing heavily, his hair falling before his eyes.

“Good boy” you moan out, for a moment you’re nervous about his reaction. Will he be repulsed or will it have a good effect on him?

But it was the latter, he unexpectedly lets out a whine, his face falling into your neck. “You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” You smirk.

“Y-yes” he stutters shyly into your neck.

Let's just say, that moment started something. Eris dared do let you take control sometimes and it was amazing

You didn't expect his whines could turn you on so much, but here you were, going feral over the sounds your mate makes.

He looks at you like you were a goddess

He also can't stop playing with your nipples.

He even calls you mommy one night when he's far gone in the pleasure

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I'm thinking about writing for Helion too, let's be honest he's so hot. (or some other high lord)

[secret-third-thing]

For Day 6 of @erisweekofficial: AU | Retellings

Art by @/peachie.mochi (Insta) Commissioned by @secret-third-thing

Regency Eris and Lucien Anyone?

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