#Leander Vanserra

[itsphoenix0724]

I love your writing. I'm excited your asks are open and I hope you like this idea. I really love Leander and Reader. I was wondering if you could do one where he's asking Rhys for her hand. Eris and Feyre are there because of the intercourt implications, but Leander knows the one he really needs to impress and convince is Rhys because Reader had told him many times how sad Rhys has been getting about the kids growing up and he won't be so happy to let his baby girl go. Especially since she'll have to go to Autumn since Leander is the heir. A second part with their mating ceremony, because of course they're mates, would be so sweet.

Forever After All~(Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: Hi love! Thank you for visiting my inbox! I loved this request, and I hope you love it just as much <3 I combined it all into one fic instead of two separate parts I hope that's okay. Enjoy and please feel free to visit again!

Leander Vanserra often considered himself a brave male. He was the heir to the Autumn Court, a decorated general, and he regularly faced down his explosive sister which is a feat in and of itself. But here, sitting across from the High Lord and High Lady of the night court he felt like a child caught sneaking sweets before dinner. He didn’t tell you he was coming, and he thinks maybe that had been his first mistake as the bond pulls curiously in his chest. He almost keels over with the rush of emotions. You’ve been together for a few years now, but the mating bond is still relatively new. He tries to lock down the bursts of anxiety as he meets Rhysand’s violet gaze. Thankfully his father is there too, offering his quiet support as he battles the snakes coiling in his gut. He’s here to ask for your hand, he’s made his intentions clear from the beginning, but Night’s High Lord doesn’t seem to want to budge. 

“They’re too young.” Rhys rumbles glaring at Leander from across the sitting room. Feyre shoots him an incredulous look as his father rubs out the crease between his eyes. 

“They’re mated.” Feyre offers, staring at the Autumn family with an apologetic smile. Rhysand scoffs and paces in front of the roaring fireplace. You warned Leander something like this might happen. You’ve been complaining to him for weeks about your father being “an overbearing illyrian baby” and that he’s been hovering around you. Leander had laughed you off, it had been funny at the time, but now that he’s sitting across from Rhysand that overprotectiveness seemed much more threatening. 

“They’re barely into their fifties, Feyre darling,” he replies and Feyre rolls her eyes. The High Lord of Autumn finishes his wine before refilling his glass, patting his son on the back sympathetically. 

“Need I remind you, Rhysand, that Feyre was barely 20 when you mated.” Eris offers, and Rhysand turns that fury-filled gaze onto his father, but Eris doesn’t balk he simply just tilts his head and sips his wine. Rhys snarls a terrible thing, night-kissed powers rushing through the room. Leander’s father just sighs again. “We’re too old for showboating, come now, enough with the bullshit power waves.” Feyre looks like she’s trying to choke back laughter. 

“Darling,” Rhys tries again again. “Our baby girl will no longer be a citizen of the Night Court as soon as she’s married off. Are you ready for that?” It’s Feyre’s turn to shoot out of her chair, looking accusatorily between the two High Lords 

“No longer a citizen of this court?!” She prods angrily. “She is our daughter. She will always be a citizen of this court.” Her blue eyes glare at her mate to further explain, but Rhysand remains tight-lipped with a white-knuckled grip against the mantle. Leander mainly wants to disappear, he feels like a child listening to his parents' hushed arguments from the top of the stairwell. He averts his gaze from the silent argument of Night’s Royal family. His eyes dart around the study, and when he sees the portrait of your smiling face hanging above the hearth he remembers what he’s here for. Eris clears his throat making Feyre turn her icy fury onto him. 

“She’s marrying my heir. It’s customary that she would become a citizen of the Autumn Court. That way there can be no biases. She would become my son’s responsibility, where she would take on whatever role she desires.” Eris rumbles, and Leander wants to shrink in his seat. 

His father could have put things more delicately. It made it sound like he owned you and the prospect of that makes his skin crawl. He talked to his grandmother enough to know that he never wanted to be anything like the man who sired his father. 

“Why?” Feyre spits. “Why can they not be citizens of both courts?” She turns her gaze back to her mate. 

“It’s just not how it’s done,” Rhys responds. 

“Well, I seem to recall that there was no such thing as High Lady either,” Feyre replies. “Yet here we are.” Rhysand starts to reply again, but Leander cuts in. 

“If I may. Lord and Lady, I love my mate with everything in my soul. She is my light, and I don’t care what I have to do to marry her officially, but I would never want to take her away from her family.” Leander directs this part specifically at Rhys who gives him a respectful nod. Rhys and Feyre’s eyes go glassy in a way that lets him know they’re having a conversation. He’s seen you and your siblings have that look, and he’s reminded of your smooth voice purring into his mind whenever you feel like causing mischief. 

“It’s settled then,” Feyre says after a short while. “You have our full permission to marry, but both of you will be full citizens of both the Night and Autumn Courts.” She holds her chin high, there is no room for arguments as the High Lady’s eyes drift to his father who smiles in agreement. 

“Well then,” Rhys claps his hands together, “I guess this calls for me to open a bottle of my good wine.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You could tell Leo was nervous. You’re wandering down the streets of the Autumn Court pressed close to his side, he seems like the picture of a male at perfect ease, but the flames in the lanterns keep flickering with waves of the power that’s radiating off of him. The stars are winking brightly as he leads you to the top of a hill where he had set up a picnic blanket with enchanted stained glass orbs floating and glimmering with warm candlelight. You almost keel over at the sight as you gasp, your hands shooting to your heart as the bond in your chest thrums with joy. 

“Is this why you’ve been so jumpy today?” You question as you hook your arms around his neck. His cheeks flood a delightful shade of pink that you want to drink down, but you settle for pressing your lips to his allowing that pleasant dizzy feeling to flood your veins like slow-moving honey. With some effort, you break apart from the kiss and look over at the spread of food he has laid out for the two of you. Plates of fruit and cheese, decadent chocolate, and a bottle of mulled wine rest atop the blanket. You turn back to Leander, “This is making me think you’re apologizing for something?” You raise a brow and he looks alarmed for a second before laughing and shaking his head. 

“No Fawn, I’m not apologizing for anything.”  He leads you over to the blanket and allows you to dig into the mountains of different foods, eyes softening as he contentedly watches you fill your plate. You have your fill, sipping on the mulled wine and admiring Leander as the candlelight bounces off his copper hair, you notice he’s barely picked at his own food as your stomach gives an awful twist. 

“Something is the matter. Why aren’t you eating?” Your brows furrow as you cross the picnic blanket to settle into his side. Leo’s eyes dart nervously to the basket, and you follow his eyes before attempting to reach for it. His hands grab your hips and you stare at him with wide eyes. 

There’s something in that picnic basket. 

“Nothing’s wrong. Why don’t you go back to your chocolate cake my love it’s your favorite.” Leander attempts to sway you, reaching out for your plate and offering it back to you, but you lunge for the basket again. “You’re a mad woman, stop it!” He’s laughing, as he tries to wrangle you back in his lap. 

“What’s in the basket?” You question. He rolls his eyes, but you can feel his fondness radiating down the thread connecting your hearts. 

“You couldn’t just be patient,” he laughs and shakes his head, pulling a small velvet box from inside the picnic basket. He guides you to your feet before dropping down to one knee infront of you. “Fawn, my mate, my heart, will you make me the luckiest man in Prythian and do me the honor of marrying me?” He looks nervous, your confident proud mate looks as if you might actually say no. That thought makes you laugh around the budding tears that flood your eyes, as you frantically nod your head throat clogging around unsaid words. 

“Yes! Yes of course I’ll marry you!” You yank him to his feet, hauling your mouth to his in a fervent kiss before he slips the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, a delicate gold band circles your finger and you admire the massive sparkling ruby that sits in the center framed by delicate golden leaves. It takes your breath away as you watch it sparkle under the moonlight. Warm hands wipe away the tears that flooded your eyes before pulling you into a kiss again. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆. ───

The silk of your dress glides against your skin as your mother laces the ties of the ribbons in the back. Your sister and cousins are fussing with their own hair and makeup as you try to calm your racing heart. 

You’re a bit worried that the anxiety might make you hurl your guts out before you make it down the aisle.

“You look beautiful,” your mother promises as she threads the pins into the intricate style of your updo. They resemble stars and moons, the glimmering diamonds scattering constellations across the crown of your head. “Don’t stress.” Her lips press into your cheek as she admires you in the mirror. 

“I’m not nervous,” you promise, even though her blue eyes lock with yours with that motherly look that says she can see right through you. Your bridesmaids all leave their compliments to you as they leave your suite to walk to the altar. There’s a knock on the door and Eris announces his presence before your mother calls him into the room. 

“There’s my beautiful daughter-in-law.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mother’s hand. “Leander won’t know what to do with himself when he sees you.” That sends a herd of wild horses stampeding through your heart at the thought of your mate waiting for you. A bell rings somewhere in the chapel, signaling from the priestess that the ceremony is about to start. Eris links arms with your mother, leading her to the ceremony. Your father enters the room a moment later, looking the picture of night-dark royalty. His violet eyes well with tears as he takes you in. 

“I can’t believe you’re all grown up.” He sighs, wiping his eyes. “I remember when you were barely taller than my knee, and now look at you.” You blush as he wraps you in his arms, trying not to cry yourself. “Just one more finishing touch.” He winks and with a wave of his hand a sheer cape of shimmering starlight drapes off your shoulders. “Your mother wore it on her wedding day, and my mother wore it on hers, so it’s only right that you wear it today.” You do start crying then, big crocodile tears like the day he first dropped you off at school. “Come now, no tears.” He produces a handkerchief and dabs at your eyes. “Let’s go get you married.” 

You loop arms with your father as he leads you into the chapel and every nervous melancholy thought drains out of your head when you see Leander standing next to the priestess. He’s a vision in his burgundy waistcoat, auburn hair pulled back and styled. You walk to him slowly, your friends and family gasping as you pass them in the pews. Tears well in Leo’s eyes as you reach him and your father presses a kiss on your forehead before sitting down next to your mother. 

“Hello Fawn,” he whispers, reaching to grasp your hands between his. 

“Hello Lion,” you whisper in return, a warm steady feeling falls over you as your stomach flips. You both turn to the priestess and she begins the ceremony, but you’re not even listening. You’re too busy staring at the male standing across from you. You only zone back in as the priestess ties your hands together with the ceremonial ribbon, the symbol binding you together for the rest of your lives. 

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priestess proclaims and cheers pound against the stone, echoing to tenfold the volume. Your mother sends a beam of light that causes the stained glass to send a myriad of colors. Leander hauls you to him dipping you low as he finally draws your lips to his. You all head to the reception, where a feast big enough to feed both your courts awaits. Finally, after dancing into the early hours of the morning you head back into your room and you collapse into the bed. 

“How does it feel to be officially married, My Lady?” Leo purrs, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck trailing your bound hands to rest between your hearts. 

“Perfect My Lord” You mumble into his mouth and that warm comforting feeling settles into your chest, permanently.

[ao3feed-acotar]

Jeszcze nie dzisiaj

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ySNp6L

by Avalissa

Words: 3263, Chapters: 2/5, Language: Polski

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rhysand, Aviana Voirfil (OC), Auberon Vanserra (OC), Sena Vanserra (OC), Leander (OC)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ySNp6L

[itsphoenix0724]

omg omg omg i’m so obsessed with leander x reader, please could there be more??? maybe where they all talk it out and the parents really see how inlove they are and gives them their blessing. So now they don’t have to hide the relationship and everytime Leander and Eris visit, she jumps in his arms and hug him. And her siblings are like ” ew we get it. ” and reader says ” i don’t even care enough to talk back, I love him too much”

and she realizes it’s the first time she says I love you to Leander and she blushes and he looks at her with so much love and he says i love you too, and leanders mother and feyre just look at them with awe. Even rhys and eris seem happy for them, and all the cousins just make fun of them.

The Fawn and Her Lion (Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 840

A/N: Hi love thank you so much for requesting! I genuinely love writing Acotar Next Gen so much, I'm sorry it took so long! I'm sorry it's a short one, but I hope you enjoy none the less! Feel free to visit again <3

Political meetings surprisingly became one of your favorite times of the year. Not because you particularly cared about court relations but because it was an excuse to see Leander. You pinned your curls back with pins of rubies, donning the blood-red dress. Aurelia had come bounding in and out of your room, opening your closets and jewelry boxes. You didn’t even care about the mess she was making this time, your only focus was on getting to see your boyfriend. It still felt unreal to you that you could call him that openly, that you could scream to every corner of Prythian that Leander Vanserra was yours and no one else’s. 

“Darling,” Your father knocks on your door, and creaks it open with your permission. “Are you ready to go?” You stand from your vanity and turn to face your father, whose eyes shine like flecked starlight. He cups your cheeks in both of his hands, “You look so beautiful, just like your mother. You kids are growing so fast.” He shakes his head, looking at your mother who appears behind him arm and arm with Nyx and Aurelia. 

“What is taking the two of you so long,” Your mother drawls, raising an eyebrow at her mate. 

“Nothing dearest.” He turns, “We’re ready now, yes?” He looks at you and you nod. Nyx releases himself from your mother’s hold and links his arm with yours. 

“Come now sister, we mustn’t keep lover boy waiting too long.” Nyx mocks in your ear, You see Aurelia snickering behind her hand. 

“You’re just angry you’re all alone Nyxie. Maybe you should finally settle down,” You taunt back, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow. 

“And leave the ladies of Prythian to grieve my absence. No thank you, little sister, I won’t be shackling myself anytime soon,” Nyx sends you a feral grin that makes you roll your eyes before his night-drenched power washes over you. You appear in the crowded living room of the townhouse, all your cousins and aunts spread out left to their own devices. Everyone is here tonight, even your Uncle Azriel’s mate who doesn’t usually attend court meetings. You sit with the twins as you wait the tortuous hour for the High Family of Autumn to arrive. You feel the spark of power and you turn to see Eris, his mate, and both of his children. Leander’s eyes immediately find yours and it takes every fiber in your being to stop yourself from jumping into his arms. You let him say his introductions and your parents take their leave before you stand to rise and he wraps you up in his arms, lifting you off of your feet with one strong movement. You spy Cordelia silently saying her hellos to Pandora over his shoulder, and you’re just about to say something when Leander pulls your face down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“I’ve missed you, Fawn.” He mumbles, barely pulling himself away from you long enough to mutter the words. He’s wearing Night Court black tonight, which makes you feel like a thousand birds are unrestrained in your chest. Leander smiles at you and you want to swallow it whole. Not seeing each other for months clearly has taken its toll on both of you. 

“I’ve missed you too Leo,” You smile against his mouth, ready to kiss him again, when you hear your brother miming throwing up so hard he loses his balance and almost spills his drink all over Cassandra’s dress. You level Nyx with your fiercest glare, but it doesn’t do much. 

“We get it already, you both are very much deeply infatuated with each other, can we please move on now?” Cassandra pipes leaning back against the couch she’s chosen as a sanctuary for the night.  Leo’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink which makes you want to push him until they light cherry red. 

“I don’t even care,” You cup his cheeks in your hands before brushing back the russet curls that fell into his eyes. “I love him too much to be bothered by your teasing,” You throw back over your shoulder before you even realize your words.  It’s your turn to blush when the gravity of what you just said has hit you. Leander stares at you like you’ve just hung the moon as he smiles at you like sunshine. 

“You love me?” He questions cupping the side of your jaw with one warm hand, his magic stirring under his skin. 

“Well, I thought that would be obvious,” a feline grin splits across your lips as he rushes forward to kiss you again. 

“I love you too,” The words pour over you like melted chocolate, warming your entire body from the inside out. You’re lost in caramel eyes when Nyx starts again with the aggressive gagging. This time it makes you laugh, and you tuck your face into the crook of Leander’s neck breathing in the smell of cinnamon and allspice before you join the rest of your family. 

[itsphoenix0724]

can i please request feysands daughter reader who is in a relationship with eris’s son. They’re sneaking around and when eris and the inner circle are away for a meeting in the townhouse she sneaks her in and they makeout. They’re however caught by the whole inner circle + eris. and they literally throw eachother away and act like nothing happened but everyone knows👀😭 nyx knew already and nessians daughter knew too

Kiss Me In The Quiet. (Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Warnings: Making out, a little spicy

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi love! Thank you so much for your request! I actually had a lot of fun with this, and if anyone is interested I would definitely be willing to write more! I appreciate the visit to my inbox, please come again! As always, constructive criticism is welcome <3

“AURELIA,” You yell down the hall to your little sister's room, and you hear her treading footsteps pad to your door before it creaks open. “You have my emerald hair comb, and I need it back for tonight.” She averts her eyes quickly, her grip tightening on the door. 

“I gave it back to you after I borrowed it.” Her cheeks are turning bright red. Your poor little sister has never been able to lie because of her obvious tell. 

Your Uncle Azriel had politely ruled her out of spy work after that. 

You shoot her an incredulous look, and she cracks immediately. “Please just let me wear it for one more night! You don’t even like emeralds!” You roll your eyes and turn to face her from your vanity chair. 

“I do like emeralds. I need it back, Aurelia.” 

“But you never even wear it. You haven’t worn it in years!” 

“That’s completely irrelevant, it's mine, I need it back!” 

“But-” 

“No buts! Get your own if you like it so much!” 

“Sisters!” Your brother bursts into the room, still looking rumpled, even though you and your sister are almost completely ready to leave. “You both have more jewels than you know what to do with. Aurelia, if you want one so bad, I’m sure Mummy and Daddy dearest will get you one for solstice.” He rubs out the crease in his eyebrows, looking so much like your father at that moment that it scares you a bit. You and Aurelia whirl on your brother, now finding a common enemy. 

“Stay out of this Nyx!” You both yell in unison. Your elder brother holds his hands up in surrender, backing up a step from the budding argument. 

“I’m not trying to intervene,” he promises, “But we’re leaving for the townhouse in twenty minutes with or without the both of you.” He sends one final look before exiting the room. Hopefully, to make himself look presentable.

“The comb, Aurelia.” You send your little sister one final look, and she stomps away in a huff, grumbling all the way, but returns the comb to your room. You pin the comb in place, holding back your hair from your face. The beautiful matching emerald green dress hugged your figure. Applying one final touch to your makeup, you were out the door and down the stairs to meet the rest of your family. Your Mother and Father looked like the pinnacle of night-kissed royalty. Your Father always looked at your Mother like she hand strung every star in the sky, it made your heart lurch in your chest and your thoughts cloud with one male. 

One male who you knew for a fact would be at this meeting tonight. 

Taking your father's arm, you appeared in the cozy living room of the townhouse. Your Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian, along with the twins Cassandra and Cordelia, had already arrived. Your other cousin Atlas is also perched on the arm of a loveseat, shadows whispering in his ears. Nyx immediately flocks to your cousins, Aurelia leaves to find your Aunt Elain to discuss a new baking technique, leaving you alone in the center. You spot the High Lord of Autumn in a Burgandy waistcoat. He shakes hands with your Father and presses a kiss to your Mother’s knuckles. His son stood dutifully beside him, copying the actions of his father. His eyes found you a moment later, and bolts of lightning shot through your body. 

Leander Vanserra affected you, and the asshole knew it too. 

His russet curls were brushed back tonight, and you missed the messy waves framing his face, preferably by your doing. You had to move on before the staring contest between the two of became obvious. You needed to escape the trap of his gaze, maybe get something to drink before the fire lit in the pit of your stomach consumed you whole. You just had to wait for the adults to leave for the meeting, and your cousins and siblings just had to get drunk enough to slip away into your corner of the library.

Disappearing into the kitchen you dip into one of your Father’s expensive bottles of whiskey, pouring yourself three fingers worth, and trying not to remind yourself that the color resembled a certain male’s eyes. A warmth appears at your back and steals the glass of bourbon right before it reaches your lips. Strong hands wrap around your waist, and you turn around to find the offender pressing your cup to his lips, downing the drink. 

“That was mine you know.” The hand rubs soothing circles into the curve of your waist. Despite your admonishment, Leander seems perfectly content to crowd your space and steal your drink. 

“You seem to have misplaced it, it couldn’t have found its way into my possession otherwise.” The feline grin that stretches across his face makes you want to kiss him stupid and chase the burning whiskey down his throat. He seems to agree with your sentiment because his amber eyes haven’t left your lips. “Meet me in the library at eleven-thirty. Our parents are returning at midnight.” His voice drops an octave, pouring into your veins like slow-melting sugar. 

“Only thirty minutes, I feel you may be overestimating yourself Vanserra.” He adds to your high with a dark chuckle, hand coming up to gently clasp your jaw. He tilts your head to the side, and the sight of your obedience lights sparks in his eyes. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a sensual promise. 

“Oh Fawn,” he tuts. Just the right amount of condescending to make you melt. He leans down so his lips are level with your ear, his lips brush against you with every word, and you stomp down every shiver threatening to surface. “We both know I can make you fall apart in five.” After that he pulls away completely, draining the rest of your whiskey, and sets the crystal glass face down on the counter. Your eyes track his tongue as he licks the remainder off his lips, he winks at you once before abandoning your heaving form in the kitchen. 

You really needed a glass of whiskey now, maybe the whole fucking bottle, if you were going to get through this night. It was only eleven. You still had half an hour of making nice to do. Walking back into the living room you found Leander sitting enthralled in conversation with your cousin Cordelia.

Two can play at his little game. If you leaned forward a bit, and if his eyes dipped to the neckline of your dress that was none of your business. 

“Where is Pandora tonight?” Cordelia asked with a slight red tinge to her tan cheeks, hulking wings ruffling behind her. You fail to hide your smugness at the way Leander doesn’t even seem to hear her question, too preoccupied with staring at you. Your cousin calls his name again and he glares at you before answering her. 

“Pandora elected to stay with my mother tonight. She was feeling a bit ill.” You don’t fail to miss the way Cordelia’s wings droop at his response, but you have no time to ponder it further as the large grandfather clock chimes once.

It’s eleven thirty. 

You announce to the group that you have to use the restroom and excuse yourself. Making your way to the library, wandering through the stacks you stop infront of a painting to lean against the small table underneath it. It’s quiet in here, with nothing but piles of books surrounding you and the blanket of moonlight streaming through the windows.  It takes five minutes for Leander to appear out of the shadows. 

“Leo,” you whisper. He’s on you in a second, pinning you in place with a searing kiss. His warm hands trace the curves of your body, lifting you in one solid motion onto the table. You get your earlier wish, hands rushing straight to his hair to get a hold of the curls you love so much. He heaves a breath before moving to kiss down your neck. 

“That was a dirty little trick you played in the living room Fawn.” He bites particularly hard at the crook of your shoulder. You thank the Cauldron for your inherited gift of glamouring because that’s sure to leave a mark. 

“Oh, my poor Lion,” he simpers at the nickname just like he always does, melting like candle wax in warm sunlight. You abuse the spot where his neck meets his ear and drawl in a voice like star-flecked silk, “Payback for what you did to me in the kitchen.” He lets out a laugh that dissolves into a moan. 

“It seems I have some apologizing to do,” His voice drops into that low timber again as he skims his hands along the underside of your breasts. 

“I was promised five minutes,” You smile as his hands start to bunch up the bottom of your dress growling at the sheer amount of layers blocking him from his destination. He’s just about to drop down to his knees and give you exactly what you’ve been waiting all evening for. 

And then the door opens. 

You two snap apart with impressive speed, even by fae standards. You pretend to read a book that had been abandoned on the table and Leander feigns looking at the titles on a nearby bookcase. 

“Alright,” Calls your mother's voice, “would the two of you like to explain something?” She raises one eyebrow at you, looking over at your clearly disheveled state. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You turn a page in the book you’re reading, the random words skimming past your eyes. 

“Sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Mother?” 

“Your book is upside down.” You sighed in defeat, closing the book and leaning your back against the wall. Your mother smiles, blue eyes alighting in victory “You owe me twenty gold marks, Rhys.” You shoot her an incredulous look as Eris appears and claps a hand on his son’s shoulder. 

“How did you find out?” Leander winces eyes darting between your parents. 

“It’s not as if the two of you make a conscious effort to hide it.” Your brother’s voice comes booming from the back, “You two practically eye fuck each other every time you’re in the same room.” Atlas smacks him upside the head as Cassandra’s laughter echoes through the library. 

“Can we please just talk about this later?” You feel your cheeks flame in embarrassment as you jump off the table. Your mother escorts you out arm and arm back into the main area of the townhouse.

“We certainly have a lot of talking to do about this later.” You know it will be a long discussion, even worse when your father starts on about inner court politics. Looking at Leander he seems to be getting a similar discussion if Eris’s muttering whispers are anything to go by, but he’s still sending you that sugar-sweet smile. 

You get the feeling in your gut that everything will turn out okay. Just as long as he keeps smiling at you like that.

[itsphoenix0724]

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Your Heart on a Platter: Series

(On hiatus)

The only way to seek your revenge is to return the heir of Autumn's heart back to a witch in two months time. However, this task proves much more difficult than you presume it to be.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2

All Things Vile -A recon mission to the Autumn Court gets more heated than you intended. They say Autumn males fuck like they have fire in their veins-you guess you're about to find out.

~Cassian x Reader~

Through the Pass- On a quiet night in with his mate Cassian recounts his past lover. A fierce, bold-hearted Valkyrie who perished during the war. (2.1k)

Save A Horse- After a long hard day of work all Cas wants is a cold beer and a pretty girl. (1.9k)

~Rhysand x Reader~

Promises Pt 2-You don't argue with your husband often, and never anything as serious as this. However, some things may be too hard to come back from. (1.7k)

~REQUESTS~

Date Night (Azriel x Reader)

You Lookin'? (Azriel x Reader)

Sit down (Feyre x Reader)

Kiss Me In The Quiet (ACOTAR next-gen, Leander Vanserra x Reader)

The Fawn and Her Lion (ACOTAR next-gen, Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Forever Afterall (ACOTAR next-gen, Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Hate Me (Azriel x Reader)

~WRITING EVENTS~

Build Me A Bouquet -Ongoing

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Perfectly done. I love this so much. Thank you @itsphoenix0724

I love your writing. I'm excited your asks are open and I hope you like this idea. I really love Leander and Reader. I was wondering if you could do one where he's asking Rhys for her hand. Eris and Feyre are there because of the intercourt implications, but Leander knows the one he really needs to impress and convince is Rhys because Reader had told him many times how sad Rhys has been getting about the kids growing up and he won't be so happy to let his baby girl go. Especially since she'll have to go to Autumn since Leander is the heir. A second part with their mating ceremony, because of course they're mates, would be so sweet.

Forever After All~(Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: Hi love! Thank you for visiting my inbox! I loved this request, and I hope you love it just as much <3 I combined it all into one fic instead of two separate parts I hope that's okay. Enjoy and please feel free to visit again!

Leander Vanserra often considered himself a brave male. He was the heir to the Autumn Court, a decorated general, and he regularly faced down his explosive sister which is a feat in and of itself. But here, sitting across from the High Lord and High Lady of the night court he felt like a child caught sneaking sweets before dinner. He didn’t tell you he was coming, and he thinks maybe that had been his first mistake as the bond pulls curiously in his chest. He almost keels over with the rush of emotions. You’ve been together for a few years now, but the mating bond is still relatively new. He tries to lock down the bursts of anxiety as he meets Rhysand’s violet gaze. Thankfully his father is there too, offering his quiet support as he battles the snakes coiling in his gut. He’s here to ask for your hand, he’s made his intentions clear from the beginning, but Night’s High Lord doesn’t seem to want to budge. 

“They’re too young.” Rhys rumbles glaring at Leander from across the sitting room. Feyre shoots him an incredulous look as his father rubs out the crease between his eyes. 

“They’re mated.” Feyre offers, staring at the Autumn family with an apologetic smile. Rhysand scoffs and paces in front of the roaring fireplace. You warned Leander something like this might happen. You’ve been complaining to him for weeks about your father being “an overbearing illyrian baby” and that he’s been hovering around you. Leander had laughed you off, it had been funny at the time, but now that he’s sitting across from Rhysand that overprotectiveness seemed much more threatening. 

“They’re barely into their fifties, Feyre darling,” he replies and Feyre rolls her eyes. The High Lord of Autumn finishes his wine before refilling his glass, patting his son on the back sympathetically. 

“Need I remind you, Rhysand, that Feyre was barely 20 when you mated.” Eris offers, and Rhysand turns that fury-filled gaze onto his father, but Eris doesn’t balk he simply just tilts his head and sips his wine. Rhys snarls a terrible thing, night-kissed powers rushing through the room. Leander’s father just sighs again. “We’re too old for showboating, come now, enough with the bullshit power waves.” Feyre looks like she’s trying to choke back laughter. 

“Darling,” Rhys tries again again. “Our baby girl will no longer be a citizen of the Night Court as soon as she’s married off. Are you ready for that?” It’s Feyre’s turn to shoot out of her chair, looking accusatorily between the two High Lords 

“No longer a citizen of this court?!” She prods angrily. “She is our daughter. She will always be a citizen of this court.” Her blue eyes glare at her mate to further explain, but Rhysand remains tight-lipped with a white-knuckled grip against the mantle. Leander mainly wants to disappear, he feels like a child listening to his parents' hushed arguments from the top of the stairwell. He averts his high from the silent argument of Night’s Royal family. His eyes dart around the study, and when he sees the portrait of your smiling face hanging above the hearth he remembers what he’s here for. Eris clears his throat making Feyre turn her icy fury onto him. 

“She’s marrying my heir. It’s customary that she would become a citizen of the Autumn Court. That way there can be no She would become my son’s responsibility, where she would take on whatever role she desires.” Eris rumbles, and Leander wants to shrink in his seat. 

His father could have put things more delicately. It made it sound like he owned you and the prospect of that makes his skin crawl. He talked to his grandmother enough to know that he never wanted to be anything like the man who sired his father. 

“Why?” Feyre spits. “Why can they not be citizens of both courts?” She turns her gaze back to her mate. 

“It’s just not how it’s done,” Rhys responds. 

“Well, I seem to recall that there was no such thing as High Lady either,” Feyre replies. “Yet here we are.” Rhysand starts to reply again, but Leander cuts in. 

“If I may. Lord and Lady, I love my mate with everything in my soul. She is my light, and I don’t care what I have to do to marry her officially, but I would never want to take her away from her family.” Leander directs this part specifically at Rhys who gives him a respectful nod. Rhys and Feyre’s eyes go glassy in a way that lets him know they’re having a conversation. He’s seen you and your siblings have that look, and he’s reminded of your smooth voice purring into his mind whenever you feel like causing mischief. 

“It’s settled then,” Feyre says after a short while. “You have our full permission to marry, but both of you will be full citizens of both the Night and Autumn Courts.” She holds her chin high, there is no room for arguments as the High Lady’s eyes drift to his father who smiles in agreement. 

“Well then,” Rhys claps his hands together, “I guess this calls for me to open a bottle of my good wine.”

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You could tell Leo was nervous. You’re wandering down the streets of the Autumn Court pressed close to his side, he seems like the picture of a male at perfect ease, but the flames in the lanterns keep flickering with waves of the power that’s radiating off of him. The stars are winking brightly as he leads you to the top of a hill where he had set up a picnic blanket with enchanted stained glass orbs floating and glimmering with warm candlelight. You almost keel over at the sight as you gasp, your hands shooting to your heart as the bond in your chest thrums with joy. 

“Is this why you’ve been so jumpy today?” You question as you look your arms around his neck. His cheeks flood a delightful shade of pink that you want to drink down, but you settle for pressing your lips to his allowing that pleasant dizzy feeling to flood your veins like slow-moving honey. With some effort, you break apart from the kiss and look over at the spread of food he has laid out for the two of you. Plates of fruit and cheese, decadent chocolate, and a bottle of mulled wine rest atop the blanket. You turn back to Leander, “This is making me think you’re apologizing for something?” You raise a brow and he looks alarmed for a second before laughing and shaking his head. 

“No Fawn, I’m not apologizing for anything.”  He leads you over to the blanket and allows you to dig into the mountains of different foods, eyes softening as he contentedly watches you fill your plate. You have your fill, sipping on the mulled wine and admiring Leander as the candlelight bounces off his copper hair, you notice he’s barely picked at his own food as your stomach gives an awful twist. 

“Something is the matter. Why aren’t you eating?” Your brows furrow as you cross the picnic blanker to settle into his side. Leo’s eyes dart nervously to the basket, and you follow his eyes before attempting to reach for it. His hands grab your hips and you stare at him with wide eyes. 

There’s something in that picnic basket. 

“Nothing’s wrong. Why don’t you go back to your chocolate cake my love it’s your favorite.” Leander attempts to sway you, reaching out for your plate and offering it back to you, but you lunge for the basket again. “You’re a mad woman, stop it!” He’s laughing, as he tries to wrangle you back in his lap. 

“What’s in the basket?” You question. He rolls his eyes, but you can feel his fondness radiating down the thread connecting your hearts. 

“You couldn’t just be patient,” he laughs and shakes his head, pulling a small velvet box from inside the picnic basket. He guides you to your feet before dropping down to one knee infront of you. “Fawn, my mate, my heart, will you make me the luckiest man in Prythian and do me the honor of marrying me?” He looks nervous, your confident proud mate looks as if you might actually say no. That thought makes you laugh around the budding tears that flood your eyes, as you frantically nod your head throat clogging around unsaid words. 

“Yes! Yes of course I’ll marry you!” You yank him to his feet, hauling your mouth to his in a fervent kiss before he slips the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, a delicate gold band circles your finger and you admire the massive sparkling ruby that sits in the center framed by delicate golden leaves. It takes your breath away as you watch it sparkle under the moonlight. Warm hands wipe away the tears that flooded your eyes before pulling you into a kiss again. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆. ───

The silk of your dress glides against your skin as your mother laces the ties of the ribbons in the back. Your sister and cousins are fussing with their own hair and makeup as you try to calm your racing heart. 

You’re a bit worried that the anxiety might make you hurl your guts out before you make it down the aisle.

“You look beautiful,” your mother promises as she threads the pins into the intricate style of your updo. They resemble stars and moons, the glimmering diamonds scattering constellations across the crown of your head. “Don’t stress.” Her lips press into your cheek as he admires you in the mirror. 

“I’m not nervous,” you promise, even though her blue eyes lock with yours with that motherly look that says she can see right through you. Your bridesmaids all leave their compliments to you as they leave your suite to walk to the altar. There’s a knock on the door and Eris announces his presence before your mother calls him into the room. 

“There’s my beautiful daughter-in-law.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mother’s hand. “Leander won’t know what to do with himself when he sees you.” That sends a herd of wild horses stampeding through your heart at the thought of your mate waiting for you. A bell rings somewhere in the chapel, signaling from the priestess that the ceremony is about to start. Eris links arms with your mother, leading her to the ceremony. Your father enters the room a moment later, looking the picture of night-dark royalty. His violet eyes well with tears as he takes you in. 

“I can’t believe you’re all grown up.” He sighs, wiping his eyes. “I remember when you were barely taller than my knee, and now look at you.” You blush as he wraps you in his arms, trying not to cry yourself. “Just one more finishing touch.” He winks and with a wave of his hand a sheer cape of shimmering starlight drapes off your shoulders. “Your mother wore it on her wedding day, and my mother wore it on hers, so it’s only right that you wear it today.” You do start crying then, big crocodile tears like the day he first dropped you off at school. “Come now, no tears.” He produces a handkerchief and dabs at your eyes. “Let’s go get you married.” 

You loop arms with your father as he leads you into the chapel and every nervous melancholy thought drains out of your head when you see Leander standing next to the priestess. He’s a vision in his burgundy waistcoat, auburn hair pulled back and styled. You walk to him slowly, your friends and family gasping as you pass them in the pews. Tears well in Leo’s eyes as you reach him and your father presses a kiss on your forehead before sitting down next to your mother. 

“Hello Fawn,” he whispers, reaching to grasp your hands between his. 

“Hello Lion,” you whisper in return, a warm steady feeling falls over you as your stomach flips. You both turn to the priestess and she begins the ceremony, but you’re not even listening. You’re too busy staring at the male standing across from you. You only zone back in as the priestess ties your hands together with the ceremonial ribbon, the symbol binding you together for the rest of your lives. 

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priestess proclaims and cheers pound against the stone, echoing to tenfold the volume. Your mother sends a beam of light that causes the stained glass to send a myriad of colors. Leander hauls you to him dipping you low as he finally draws your lips to his. You all head to the reception, where a feast big enough to feed both your courts awaits. Finally, after dancing into the early hours of the morning you head back into your room and you collapse into the bed. 

“How does it feel to be officially married, My Lady?” Leo purrs, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck trailing your bound hands to rest between your hearts. 

“Perfect My Lord” You mumble into his mouth and that warm comforting feeling settles into your chest, permanently.