#THANK YOU ERIS!

[kayfabebabe]

Hi Mitch!!! for the ask thing whats ur opinions/thoughts on Jon Moxley! You can choose which iteration :3

Eris, my dude!

Oh. I've got some big thoughts and feelings about Mox. He's so intriguing that I need to put him under a microscope and study him in a strictly scientific way. And I want to bite him. So. Badly. There's something incredibly G-E-N-D-E-R about Baby Mox (and, technically, Dean Ambrose) although I can't really explain what it is. It's either the long, greasy hair forever in his eyes or the oversized hoodies or… Just everything.

Mox, however, really stole my heart when I read his book after seeing people on Tumblr talk about it and I actually learnt more about him outside of the ring.

[novaneondream]

I love you MHA and I love you Katsuki and Izuku with all my heart. I hope you continue to be heroes and go on many adventures side by side for the rest of your lives.

[extremely-judgemental]

Tarquin offers friendship and peace and Rhysand steals from him.

Helion treats him as a friend and helps him with concealing the trove and Rhysand keeps the truth about his son (with the woman he loves) from him.

Lucien works for him without expecting anything in return and Rhysand baits him with his mate and exploits him against Tamlin and Band of Exiles.

Eris spies on his father risking his life and Rhysand betrays him after promising a marriage alliance and throne and help to find his soldiers.

Tamlin helps bring him back to life and Rhysand repays it by telling him to kill himself.

Nesta sacrifices her powers to save him, his mate and his child, and Rhysand wants to kill her for using the trove (that belongs to her) the way she sees fit.

What an ungrateful fuck.

[freenos]

The way you draw Eris makes me giggle uncontrollably for some reason, she's just so silly and I love her!!!

she's a silly goose!

[surielstea]

Guilty Pleasures

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Vanserra!Reader (fem)

Summary: Readers secret relationship with the Shadow Singer can’t be suppressed when Azriel finds himself in Readers room after a meeting with her brother, Eris.

Warnings: smut | pwp | minors dni | p in v | rough sex | mating press | controlled orgasm | creampie | praise/degradation | name calling | pure filth

3.4k words

The Forest House is crawling with night dwellers. That's what Eris had told me when he woke me up this morning, throwing a gown at me and telling me to get dressed before attending the meeting between Night and Autumn. Since my brother was the new high lord I could do little to argue with him, if he wanted me to participate I would be forced to do so. I was the farthest from the throne, and even less, a girl.

Though Eris seemed to look past the imbalance of power between us, even if it was blatantly obvious I had no choice but to do exactly as said.

I may not have not been the strongest fire wielder in my family, hel, Lucien practically started glowing whenever he conjured fire, but then again he's always been a little different from the rest of us. Without flame, I was dealt with the same cunning tongue as my father. It was a wicked trait to inherit, but also my best weapon. I could do more damage with my words than a sword because let's face it, internal wounds never really heal, and my father made sure he taught me that.

So I put on the deep green dress and tied the corset around my waist and bust tightly, keeping my retorts to myself about the style of the dress, wishing it wasn't so flashy. But this was a meeting with the Lord of Night he was flashy if anything, and so was the rest of his court. So I understand what Eris had been planning.

When I stepped into that meeting room I made sure I was making an entrance. Whatever discussions that had been ongoing before I walked in ceased. As his courtier, I was familiar with the members of Rhysand's court, specifically the two Illyrians flanking his left side. I flash the blue-siphoned male a sinister smile, reveling in the way his eyes drank me in, trekking down me from head to toe with an incomprehensible amount of lust, the kind that's guaranteed to have dropped panties before.

When his eyes return to mine I playfully look away with a smirk, making it clear that I'd caught him in the act. I take my place next to Eris at the other end of the table, his side comparably smaller in group size, void of friends and family like the High Lord of Night. But Eris did what he had to in order to survive, even if that meant pushing everyone else away— well, everyone but me. Because even with sheer determination, he wasn't able to get rid of me, who has been clinging so tightly to him since I was a child.

The meeting had already begun by the time I walked in so I didn't waste my time trying to catch up. I was only there to make an appearance, Eris had claimed it puts people at ease when they see a familiar face, invoking a more positive response. That was all I managed to pick up when he was explaining his schemes, I knew they'd stay true to our alliance. They needed us, we had one of the strongest armies, and even if they were guaranteed a win they didn't need to add bodies to the death toll.

The Shadow Singer's eyes tracked my every movement, he stared as I played with the ends of my hair, and practically started drooling when I flicked my eyes up to look at him every now and then. Gods he was so obvious, and they called him a spymaster?

I smirked down at my lap at the idea, picking at my nails to distract myself but it did little to help when I could practically feel his need for me from across the room.

The meeting went on for what felt like hours. I thought it'd be fairly straightforward when Eris explained it to me yesterday, I guess I underestimated the dramatics of the Night Court's strongest. Not to say it wasn't entertaining, but I found myself nearly laughing at some of the remarks made throughout the meeting.

Eventually, it was brought to an end. Rhysand had inevitably agreed to continue the alliance, just as Eris had suspected, and soon everyone was filing out of the meeting room.

I had beelined straight back towards my bedroom, aching to rip myself free from my revealing dress, in need to slip back beneath my sheets and go back to bed.

But as soon as I entered my room, I noticed there was someone's presence already occupying it. I was startled, staring at the Shadow Singer as he gazed at all the trinkets lined on my shelves. Most of them were souvenirs Lucien had collected for me during his travels across the continent. I was always jealous of him for that. While he was out exploring the world, I was still here, stuck in the same house I was born in.

"What are you doing?" I immediately question and Azriel whirls around, facing me with pure stoicism.

"Got lost," He shrugged.

"This is my room," I say with stern brows. He looked around the space, at the books on the shelves, the messy papers on my desk, and my unmade bed that was calling my name.

"Is it?" His eyes returned to mine and he took a bold step forward.

"Yes, if you need me to call a maid to escort you back to your room I'd be happy to oblige," I offered him a kind smile but he only continued with his strides, another pace, slowly closing the distance.

"That's kind of you," He takes one more step and suddenly I have to crane my neck up to look at him, my chest nearly pressed to his. "But I don't think that's necessary," He leaned against the door, closing it to peering eyes. At the newfound privacy, my smile widens and I practically tackle him to the ground, my arms sling around the nape of his neck as his lips crash onto mine.

I melted into the kiss and I swore for a moment he was holding up most of my weight. His hand comes to the back of my head, pulling slightly at my air and forcing me to back away.

"Gods, I missed you," He confesses through a breath. I beam, rising onto my toes and pecking him, pulling away as quickly as I came.

"I missed you too, Az," I murmur, pulling him so much closer. He stumbled forward and my back came into contact with the door, trapped between him with no exit. I couldn't find it in myself to complain.

His lips find mine again, like magnets pulling us together we slot into each other perfectly, filling every crevice and meeting every rendezvous of his touch. I reacted to his kiss in such a way that the first time our lips collided I thought I had lost my mind. It made me feel powerful and made me feel I was capable of so much more.

"It's been too long," I murmur as his hands trail down my sides, putting pressure on my waist, brushing along my hips, then curving along the side of my ass before reaching my thighs and hoisting me up.

"I know love, I know," He sighed onto my lips. I open my mouth wider, inviting his tongue as I wrap my legs around his torso while he holds me up.

His tongue dances with mine, like the last two warriors left on a battlefield, needy and restrained, torturous and passionate.

"I need you," I confess into his mouth and he grunts lowly at the words. "That meeting was cruel," I mumble while he begins to kiss down my neck.

"I know," He repeats, his voice desperate and raw. "The whole time I've been here I've only wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you on the floor," He admits and the apex of my thighs thrums with a chant of need.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I retort with a foxlike smirk. He pushes off the door, and rather than the floor he carries me over to my bed.

I grin against his lips in anticipation as he begins untying the back of my dress, the corset loosening and allowing me to breathe fully.

He pulls me free from it entirely, tearing my dress off and discarding it to the floor before he mounts over my mostly nude body. He lays me down, his lips coming to mind in a moment of need. I begin unbuckling his pants, tugging at them with needy movements. He helped, taking off his shirt for me while kicking off his pants.

His hands roam my body, over the curve of my breasts, past my waist, then finally to my hips where he found the waistband to my pink undies, toying with the lace.

"You wear these just for me?" He purrs into my mouth and I nod, capturing his lips with mine yet again. He pulls the lace down my thighs, allowing the cool air to hit my soaked cunt. I gasped as two of his fingers immediately delved through my folds, drenching his hand.

"Gods, you're soaked baby," He admires and I flash an embarrassed smile. He smirks at the reaction, pressing his dripping fingers to my clit with rough circles. My breath hitched before I let out a string of moans, pawing at the imprint in his boxers with an unquenchable need.

"Please," I beg.

"I have to stretch you out first," He tuts and I whine in protest. "I know, but it'll hurt otherwise be patient," He explains. Tears well in my eyes as I look up at him with a dramatic pout.

"I want it to hurt," I confess. "Make it hurt, I swear I'll be good." My pleads are met with a stern look from him. I palm him, my hand wrapping around the tent in his boxers, gripping him slightly and he grits his teeth at the feeling.

"I'm not stopping when you tell me it hurts," He threatens and I nod in agreement, my hunger becoming too strong to ignore as I pull down his boxers and his heavy cock slaps up against his abdomen.

My mouth waters at the sight, my pussy thrumming against his hand with anticipation.

He swipes his length through my folds and I revel in the feeling of his warm length running through my cunt, the ridges of his thick member adding friction to my sopping folds as I continue to lube him up.

"You sure?" He says, looking at me pointedly and I nod. "Be a good girl and use your words." He prompts and I swallow thickly.

"Yes, Az," I plead. "I want you," I add and before I know it he's aligning his tip and pushing the head of him inside of me.

I gasped, clawing at his tan back, drawing blood with my nails but he didn't seem to mind the marks I made as he pressed into me.

When Azriel fucked, he fucked good and hard. He didn't relent his pace and he only sped it up. He knew I was teasing him in my dress earlier, how tortuous it was to have me in the same room as him yet he couldn't have me, not how he wanted to have me. Not like this.

He made each of his movements rough and pleasurable. He snapped his hips into mine, my base meeting his as he began to roll his hips into me. "There Az, right there," I cry out as he finds a sensitive bundle of nerves nestled deep inside of me that only he could reach with his impressively long cock that he's molded me to, so it's only him I can seek pleasure with.

"Yeah? Be a good girl and open wider for me," He says and I do just that, spreading my legs as far as I can, allowing him to his me deeper as his balls slap against my ass. "Atta girl, taking me so well," He hummed and I smiled hazily up at him. It didn't hurt, or maybe it did and the pain hadn't settled in over the adrenaline— but all I felt was pleasure, I was too wet for there to be any discomfort.

"You feel so perfect wrapped around my cock baby," He admires, looking down and watching the way he disappeared inside my entrance. "Fuck, you're so tight," He grunts, bringing his scared hand down and pressing it to my stomach. I mewled at the feeling of him rubbing harder against my walls, clamping down around his base and making it harder for him to drive into me.

"You feel that? Feel how deep I'm in your pretty pussy?" He smirks and I nod with a whimper leaving my lips. He continues his brutal pace, pushing me up onto the bed with the force that he was fucking me with.

He grabs the back of my thighs and pulls my legs up, putting me into a mating press.

I wailed at the new position, practically feeling him thrust into my womb. "So good," I murmur and he only smirks.

"Yeah? You like it when I'm using you like this?" He asks and I flutter my lashes up at him, tears dripping down the sides of my face.

"Yes, love it when you use me Az," I confess and he twitches at the words. "All yours," I sigh out.

"That's right," He leans down to press a kiss at the corner of my jaw. "My perfect little slut," He purrs at the shell of my ear and I gasp, my orgasm nearing rapidly. "You like when I call you a slut don't you? Dirty girl," Azriel rolls his hips over mine as he speaks, creating a loss of words to form on the tip of my tongue, being replaced by moans and screams instead.

I pulse against his cock, my puffy pussy twitching around his base as he continues his vile movements.

"I'm gonna— Az, m'close," I warn and he kisses me with a smile, toying with me, seeing how long I can hold myself back from sweet release.

"Not yet baby, want you to cum with me," He directs and a whimper falls from my lips in defiance, the pain beginning to set in as I drag out my climax, forcing it away per his demand. I squeeze around his tighter, attempting to spur him on to find his release quicker.

"Az— s'too much, it hurts," I cry out and he smirks against my skin, nipping at the side of my neck before lifting up to meet my teary gaze with his lustful one.

"Poor girl, you said that's what you wanted." He kissed up the side of my face, licking away my salty tears. "Keep to your promise and I'll let you cum soon, alright?" He offers and I rapidly nod. "Good."

He presses me into the mattress, my thighs still at my sides as he folds me in half and forces his the head of his cock into my cervix. I gripe at the feeling, writing beneath him but fighting off my impending orgasm nevertheless. Moans spilled from my swollen lips and he basked in them, in all the noises I made as his cock pushed deeper into my cunt.

He twitches and I thank the gods, the signal meaning he was close and my torture would end soon.

"My perfect little slut, so good for me," He croons, his words ghosting over my lips but not quite attaching them, loving the way I gasped out with moans into his mouth.

I clench tighter around him and he grunts, his jaw feathering as he grits his teeth.

"Go ahead, make a mess all over yourself." He allows and I immediately meet his request, my release dragging screams out of me. I don't even know when my hands got into his hair but I pull at it as my climax takes me full throttle and I fall beyond words to describe just how glorious the euphoric feeling is.

"That's it, keep milking my cock just like that," He groans in pure pleasure, his warm seed seeping into each and every one of my crevices as his thrusts slow and he attempts to pull out from my tight cunt that was still clenched around him, not wanting him to disappear quite yet.

But eventually, he removed himself from me and I was left panting on the bedspread, pulsing around nothing.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up before I have to leave." He scoops me up into his arms and I whine, my brows bunching into a knot as he carries me into the connected bathing chambers.

"I don't want you to leave," I whine and he settles me down onto the cold bathroom counter.

"I don't want to leave either." He meets my gaze, looking down at me with soft eyes that contrast with his rough movements from only a moment ago. "But I have a mission passing through here next week," He said, grabbing a cloth from beneath the sink and wetting it with warm water. "Maybe we can meet at an inn and stay there for a few days," He plans and a small smile spreads across my face.

"I hope you know I'm not planning to leave that bed the entire time we're together," I hum and he smiles cheekily, his dimples making an appearance. I cup his jaw in my hands, admiring the panes of his face as he begins to wash the insides of my thighs.

"Sounds like a perfect plan to me," He flicked his eyes up to mine, away from my pink folds, still irritated from his harsh actions. I gasp slightly as he runs over my clit with the cloth, my legs jolting with overstimulation.

"Sorry, I was so rough," He uttered, continuing his gentle ministrations. I shake my head, not accepting his apology.

"Felt good," I tilt my head back as if reminiscing about five minutes ago. "I wish you could stay for another round." My fingertips dance down his chest. He looks at me sternly, catching my wrist before it can get too low and placing it on his broad shoulder.

"You know I won't be able to leave if I get back in that bed with you," He stated and I nodded, biting into my lower lip.

"Exactly," I say and he hoists me up into his arms, discarding the dirtied cloth into the hamper and placing me back down onto my bed.

"I'll see you next week, alright?" His shadows bring me a pair of clean panties and the softest nightgown from my wardrobe.

"Next week is too far away," I groan and flop back onto my bed while he hikes my undies up my thighs and snaps them against my hips with a satisfying sound.

"I think you'll survive," He lifts me upright. "Arms up," He casually muttered and I did as he said, lifting my arms so he could slip the comfortable nightgown over my head.

"I don't think I will," I sigh once the gown is past my head and he offers me a soft, reassuring smile.

"Maybe I'll sneak by sooner," He dips down and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. "If you're lucky," He warns as I wrap my arms around the nape of his neck and pull him onto my lips, kissing him with the same amount of heat as earlier, but also with an addition of love, my last ploy of getting him to stay. But he knew what I was doing, and he pulled away before he could fall for it.

"I'm sorry baby," He whispers and I frown. "I'll move things around and I'll come earlier than next week," He says but my frown remains. "And we'll spend days in bed, how's that sound?" He offers and a small smile forms over my pout. "Yeah? Good?" He asks and I nod with a cheeky grin. "Okay, I'll see you soon my love," He presses one last kiss to my lips, relishing the taste of me against him one more time.

"Bye Az," I murmur against his lips. He pecks me once again before shadows swarm around him and he is consumed by darkness, slipping through my grasp and leaving me alone.

But he'll be back sooner than next week, and his promises gave me more than just one thing to look forward to.

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[spineless-lobster]

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[harperbrynne]

Through the holes in the grate, I thought I saw Lucien’s eldest brother chuckle. Hot—so unbearable hot. (ACOTAR, pg363)

Me: yes

[hakusins]

♡ PC Update ♡

Eri the Orphan -> Eri the Veil

In most common mythology/folklore, 'the veil' is often used in reference to the existence of a 'border' between two realities, one of the world of man and the other of the world of those beyond our comprehension. It is not exclusively meant to define a 'border' between worlds, but often the veil refers to the act of also obscuring things from other's gazes.

Auriga, the Dark Elk, the Violet Void - is the taint that threatens to corrupt and destroy the world as we know it. The source of all the depravity of the world and the main culprit to why the Town is the way it is. All that is natural is twisted into a perverted comedy all for the amusement of one cruel entity, and as of late - it threatens to come back into the World from whatever void it has been banished to. The cult of the 'Children of Auriga' has made it their life's mission to gnaw at the locks that keeps Auriga from coming back into their World to cause havoc. But how could they do so, when the 'veil' to Auriga is nowhere to be found?

That is because the 'veil' or also known as the 'gateway' is not a physical border that one can cross, but rather exists as a person. The person of interest that seems to have captivated everyone of the Town. The tether - the bridge for Auriga to find their way back into this world, through the body of one young woman whose dealt the worst hand by the fates. Eri, the Veil of Auriga. The Seed of Ruin. Auriga's Future Vessel.

Edit: ALMOST FORGOT!! big thanks to my good friend Lee for picking out Eri's new title!!!!

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[spiritedstars]

Spirit Meets the Bones XL [40]

Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama Warnings: physical abuse/triggering language. Author’s Note: Only the epilogue remains. Thank you for reading :)

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The High Lord choked and sputtered, trying and failing to spit out the liquid. But with Eris’s blade still buried in him, and Eris’s fist digging into his skull, the High Lord was held in place and the room seemed to hold its breath as his father’s fire weakened and then disappeared entirely. 

A breath and then another as they watched the High Lord cough up blood, steam the only evidence that fire had run through his veins. 

And it was now, that Eris could see the flicker of uncertainty in his father’s gaze. The very slight panic. 

“Look at you now, High Lord,” Eris spat. “On the same power scale as a lowly human.” 

The taunt made Beron’s eyes flash and he staggered back, trying to throw Eris off, swinging blindly but, nothing would get through to Eris now.

His entire body was vibrating and he felt a crazed smirk on his face. Even with his blade in his father’s back, the High Lord was swinging and Eris was eager to meet him hit for hit. 

“Your crown is falling, father.” Eris breathed and slammed his fist of fire into the High Lord’s face. “It’s about time I caught it.” 

No one stopped him. No one interfered as Eris battered every inch of his father with his magic and fists. Swing after swing. Hit after hit. 

This was personal. 

This was retribution and revenge. This was a score that had long needed to be settled and Eris was a volcano that erupted. Every terrible memory he had of his father – of his family being chipped away and pulled apart replayed in his mind. 

He swung for the little boy he had once been. The little boy who had wished for a day when his father’s hand had been soft. Who had craved a world where his mother didn’t die a thousand deaths a day. Where the sounds of a whip didn’t haunt him. Where he didn’t have to hear his baby brothers suffer for breathing the wrong way.

He swung for the life he had lost, for the time that had passed, that had left him with a broken back, carrying this mountain of a weight. 

Eris’s grin was maniacal as the sound of bone crunching became a symphony to his ears, the feeling of his father’s blood coating his knuckles a soothing balm, his father sinking to his knees, weak, as broken as he had made Eris feel, his fist collided again and again and again. Nothing would stop him. He would let his magic consume him as long as it meant he could end his father here. As long as he could make this fucker feel a drop of what he had made them feel. Eris would burn himself to a crisp to end this. He wouldn’t stop until —

“Eris.”

That voice.

The only voice that could say his name like that. That could pull him out of anything.

A gentle hand touched his shoulder and he knew it could only be the one person who would break through his flames, his flames that would burn anyone but her. 

And the scene felt familiar as he paused, a hand gripping his father’s collar, his other fist posed to slam into the bastard’s face again. But he paused, breathing hard, and glanced over his shoulder to find his Iris standing by him.

Without using words, her expression said all that he needed to know, Don’t lose yourself now. This is not how it’ll end.

His gaze returned to his father’s face, bloodied, barely recognizable. He wanted to do more. He wanted to unleash his rage and pain more – return it to the bastard tenfolds. This was nothing. 

But Eris also knew this vengeance wasn’t his alone. With his expression full of disgust, Eris spat at his father’s feet then released his his body, leaning to yank his sword out, relishing in the wet sound of the blade leaving the High Lord’s body and the grunt of pain. 

Eris’s gaze landed on his mother. “Put him in his favorite place.” 

Lady Enya had been waiting. The magic she had been taught to fear, the same magic he had smothered out of her, was now vibrating through her skin. Like a beam of light, her fire wrapped itself around the High Lord and slammed his body into the throne he had stepped on his family to keep. 

Finn didn’t wait for a signal – twin daggers in hand, he leaped onto the dias and slammed a blade in each of his father’s arms, locking him in the throne. “This – this is for all the nightmares, you motherfucker.” 

Emil’s bow and arrow seemed to appear out of thin air as he docked an arrow, then another firing both in succession, in each of his father’s legs. “May your pain follow you into the pits of the hell you’ll rot in.”

Izak’s steps thundered as he swung and then rushed forward to bury his sword in his father’s stomach. “I look forward to pissing on your corpse, you piece of shit.” 

And Lucien – Eris watched as Lucien walked up to the High Lord’s bleeding body and with an expression of no remorse – buried his blade right into his father’s heart. “This is for Jesminda. I never forgave and I never forgot.” 

Eris’s body shook as he watched his father’s whole being tremble, the attacks catching up all at once as the High Lord shook pitifully. He glanced at Iris once and she lifted her chin, a nod of encouragement that made Eris reach for the Made dagger on his side. 

He’d been holding on to the blade, saving it for just this moment. 

He spat blood as he made his way to the dias, his brothers stepping back as he reached it. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Eris had been on his knees here, locked in by his father’s magic. 

Eris stood before Beron, bringing the Made dagger to his throat and the High Lord let out a ragged breath.

“Know that you did this to yourself and males like you will always be your own downfall,” Eris said, his voice like venom. “Rot in hell, father.”

Eris buried the blade in the High Lord’s throat and Beron could do nothing but choke – on his blood, his unspoken words, his rage. Eris stepped back, the garbling of his father’s life leaving his body like a melody to his ears. 

He refused to look away from the High Lord’s struggling body as he allowed his mother to step around him, slowly climbing the dias until she stood in all her fiery glory in front of the male she hated most.

“You will die as you lived,” she began, and though her voice was quiet, it carried across the hall, which still held its breath. “A foolish male with misplaced arrogance, suffering the wrath of your cruelty. You will be missed by no one.”

“E-Enya –” Beron gasped and Eris’s fists clenched but his mother didn’t shift.

“You no longer have the privilege of saying my name.” she continued. “May pain follow you in every lifetime, you bastard.” 

And the Lady of Autumn brought her hands together, eyes locked on Beron, and unleashed a burst of her flames straight into her husband, setting fire to the throne and the male locked in it.

With no magic to protect him, the High Lord’s body burned, his screams echoing in the halls he had haunted for as long as they could all remember. The fire that he had always used as a weapon, that had scorched everything for him, was now the very thing eating away at him.

The brothers stood and watched, bleeding and beaten, and yet could no one move away from this scene. Lady Enya took one step back and when the High Lord’s screams finally died down, she released her magic.

Eris swallowed hard at the sight of what was left of his father. Most of his body was gone and the bastard still wheezed. His body remained pinned by his son's weapons, half of Beron's face ravaged by the fire, yet his one brown eye fixated on Eris.

Eris’s expression was set, his footsteps firm as he moved to the dias. He would not be swayed by the sight and forced himself to feel nothing for his father. Not even an ounce of pity as he stood before the ruined throne, the crown meant to be his gleaming, unscathed upon what remained of his father’s head.

He didn’t let the sight of the decaying body deter him. The end was coming closer with every wheezed breath of the dying High Lord. 

Eris only took another step closer, and with his fist aflame, he gripped the crown off his father’s head, careful not to touch the High Lord himself whose breaths had started to come in quicker, as though he was fighting against the final moments of his miserable life. 

But Eris paid him no mind and turned back to face the room. 

The fighting had ceased, and all who remained stood facing him, watching as the current High Lord took his final breaths, the ending of the blood duel clear. He saw that his sentries had flooded the room, holding down the traitors. His hounds were scattered among the bodies, teeth bared as they waited for his command. He saw his remaining General, Serphan, alongside Henry Adler and the rest of his rebels. 

Forcing himself to take another breath, his eyes found his family, scanning his brothers and mother and finally, his gaze landed on the most important person in the room.

His wife.

His Iris.

Standing there, looking as exhausted as he felt, battered and smeared with blood as he knew he was but she had been there. Through this whole ordeal, she had been here. And they had both made it.

The thought slammed into him so suddenly and Eris sucked in a breath. 

They had made it. 

And it was like Iris could see the thought on his face because her lip trembled and she gave him that same encouraging nod that had spurred him through this fight.

They had made it and the Autumn Court would be given the chance to bloom in different hands.

And it was like the magic of the court heard his thoughts. He felt the ground beneath him thump. 

Glancing one final time at the nightmare of a father that had plagued his life, he didn’t break his gaze as the High Lord took a final breath and Eris fought the feeling of pity. For the male who had lost it all and would die hated. Who would be mourned by no one. 

He didn’t want to allow the feeling and yet, his father was the one who didn’t acknowledge emotions – who beat them out of his sons. And Eris was not his father. 

So he allowed the pity he felt to be fleeting. Only for a moment, as a reminder of what would become of those who succumbed to the dark.

Eris waited, as they all did, as time stood still. No one dared to move.

One final breath and then – he felt it. A slight shift in the very air that surrounded them. 

His father…was finally dead.

The High Lord of the Autumn Court was gone.

Eris’s grip tightened on his father’s crown as he turned to face the room once more, a deafening silence surrounding them. He looked to his family – to his wife.

He glanced at the people of his court now watching him with bated breath and his gaze dropped to the gleaming gold in his hand before holding it up, his fist still aflame. 

Eris swallowed, his mouth bone dry as he spoke, calmly, in a quiet tone that vibrated throughout the room, “I take this crown by blood and only by blood will I abandon it.”   

A breath – a heartbeat and Eris who was as ready as he’d ever been for the title he had coveted, felt the ground beneath his feet thump again. He felt it in his head. In his heart. He felt his entire body begin to beat in time with a magic they couldn’t see – a sacred power he could sense flooding the earth beneath him, traveling at the speed of light and — 

A shuddered breath slipped from the Crown Prince’s lips as the ancient magic of the Autumn Court line slammed into him. 

He gasped as the glorious magic of his court rushed through him and Eris felt his body become weightless. He was everything and nothing all at once as the magic filled his veins, his very blood singing at the sensation of power rushing through him. 

He was the Autumn Court – the High Lord who would bring a new dawn. He would change it for the better. He would be good and just and someone who cared. He would be the High Lord his people needed. 

The High Lord his family had needed. A leader he had needed.

And the magic seemed to hear his thoughts as fire burst out of him, engulfing him and Eris felt himself leave the ground, his body floating as flames licked every inch of him and buzzed beneath his skin.

The Autumn Court would be reborn and like a phoenix that rose from the ashes, so would this court and it would be his hand that led the way. 

Wings of flame burst out of his back and a small sound of surprise slipped from Eris’s lips as the crown in his head burned hot. He released it and before his eyes, the crown shifted then changed shape – no longer resembling the crown his father had worn.

No, this royal adornment was his, made for him and he would carry the weight of this court in his crown. 

Slowly, the magic that had lifted him released him to the ground and he stood aflame, the entire court watching as the ancient magic settled the newly formed crown on his head. 

Eris no longer had power. He was power. 

Power that would serve. Power that would protect. Power that would lead.

And power that would give them all a fighting chance against anything that was to come. 

All the exhaustion he had felt, his well of power that had been depleted – all of it was gone. Replaced with the magic that he had been born for. He felt renewed. Reborn. As the thought crossed his mind, his eyes found his light that had helped guide him to the end of the road. 

Iris stood next to his mother, her expression filled with awe and Eris wanted nothing more than to run to her. He wanted her in his arms where he could breathe her in and kiss her senseless but the ancient magic hadn’t fully released him yet and as Eris took him in the room around him, he knew his next step.

He straightened and addressed the room. “Our court’s magic has chosen me as your new High Lord and by this magic that I have been blessed with, I vow myself to this land and its people. I ask you all to follow as I lead.” 

Without a second of hesitation, his brothers sank to their knees one by one, each thumping a fist against their chests. He watched as his sentries and the rebels who believed his vow for change followed, pledging themselves to their new High Lord.

A wave of mixed emotions unfurled in his chest as his mother gave him a warm smile and bowed her head to her son and finally, Iris stood alone, glancing at him with such pride that it made him want to vomit. 

She moved closer to him and when she was a few feet away, Iris bowed with a hand to her chest. 

And Eris couldn’t take another moment where he didn’t touch her. He closed the distance between them and gently lifted her chin, aware of all the eyes and ears around them. 

“Never you,” he whispered and as Iris slowly stood, she gave him a dazzling smile that had his chest tightening. And what a pleasant surprise for him to find nothing but pure joy coursing through his veins as he looked at her. A feeling he wasn’t particularly familiar with and yet, expected nothing less every time he glanced at his mate.

They now had a lifetime to find more of it.

Taking his hand in hers, Iris shifted so she stood by his side as he faced the crowd. Eris gestured with his hand for his people to raise and as he moved, the flames from the ancient magic dimmed but did not extinguish as he addressed his court.

“Many changes will unfold in the days to come and there is much work to be done.” he began, his gaze sweeping the hall as he licked his lips. “I trust I can count on your cooperation and continue earning your loyalty.”  He allowed the weight of his words to settle before his tone hardened, for everything spoken here would be echoed throughout the land. “And those who decide to foolishly cling to the old way will find out just how swiftly the Vanserra line will be thrilled to eradicate them.” 

At the threat, the room stilled once again. Eris had fulfilled this vow many times as the Crown Prince. As High Lord, the consequences of this promise would be far greater.

It was Finn who spoke first. His second brother grinned, the fresh scar their father had given him adding to the menace in his expression as he thumped his fist to his chest again, and exclaimed loudly, “To the High Lord. May he live long and prosper with our court.” 

The hall echoed the words and Eris was grateful for the flames hiding the shaking in his legs, bowing his head as graciously as he had been taught. 

As he glanced around the room at the noise – the cheers, Eris took a shaky breath. This was it. 

His father was dead. They were all, by some incredible miracle, alive. And quite suddenly, Eris was overwhelmed. As much as he had longed for this moment, he hadn’t allowed himself to believe in it. He hadn’t let himself get too hopeful. His eyes swept the room again and he was filled with a sense of relief so vast, it almost made him stumble. 

There was much to be done. Find that troublesome daemati, free Mikel, clear out the traitors – 

And though Eris hadn’t allowed himself to be too hopeful, he had not wanted to go into a new regime without a plan. He had his new processes ready to go – but gods he could barely believe it. Barely breathe as the magic of High Lord thumped through his veins. He soaked in his people before him, in the various states they were in. His people. His court.

He watched as Izak ran up to Lucien and crushed him in a hug that had Lucien clearly struggling for air, a surprised expression on his youngest brother’s face. He saw Emil and Finn exchange – of all things – a fist bump and then his eyes found his mother again, standing with silent tears streaming down her face, surveying the court she was no longer the lady of.

She met Eris’s gaze and smiled. “I am so very proud of you, my son.” she said softly. “I can’t wait to see what you do.” 

A warmth that had nothing to do with his flames spread across his body, a small smile on his face. “And I look forward to showing you,” he said then nodded towards Lucien. “But I do believe there is someone very eager to see you and your escort is already here.” 

His mother flushed lightly, a small smile blooming on her face. “So quick to ship me off.” she teased, wiping at her face. As though they weren’t all aware of how desperately she had wanted to leave this prison. Even if her jailer was no longer here to haunt her. 

Eris couldn’t help his very tired chuckle. “I’d rather Day didn’t storm my court so soon after I took it.”

Lady Enya laughed softly, her eyes on Lucien as she said, “No, I’d rather we didn’t have that either.”  

Eris could already hear Izak rapidly making plans to join Lucien and his mother to get to his wife but no sooner had he tried to tune into the conversation than he saw Emil run towards the hall entrance.

He had Cosette in his arms faster than Eris had blinked and his brother who never showed his hand was now cupping his lover’s face reverently, as tears streamed down her face. 

Behind Cosette was Theo, his eyes scanning the room wildly, looking for Finn, who for once in his life, stood quietly, almost frozen to his spot. His brother had barely taken a step when Theo launched himself at Finn and it took his brother a few moments of shock before he finally wrapped his arms around the blacksmith and buried his face into his neck.

Eris felt himself about to collapse. 

The vulnerability in the air seemed to stun everyone in the room, especially its new High Lord. 

This was unprecedented. A territory no one in the Autumn Court had ever ventured into. 

All these disgusting feelings surrounded them and Eris wondered what everyone in this fucked up court would do when they didn’t have to be as repressed as they had been. 

But despite that, Eris knew what a lasting image this would leave. He knew this was what they had bled for. This was hard won and this joy was heavily made. He could lead them forward and show them how a blade could be of steel or silk and how both would help this court prosper. 

He would make sure of it. And as he watched everyone around him forget about their new High Lord for a moment to rejoice in this new sense of freedom, he couldn’t stop himself from blinking rapidly, his throat suddenly tight – 

“This is real, right?” he rasped to his other half, his mate, his love, and Iris squeezed his hand until he allowed himself to glance at her. 

“It is real. He’s gone.” she reassured him and Eris allowed himself another breath. 

“And everyone is –”

“Everyone is alive. We are alright.” 

Eris shook his head almost helplessly as he soaked in the sight of her, as if seeing her for the first time. He had almost lost her. He could still see the blood and bruises that had adorned her body. His hands began to shake again. “But you –”

“I am here. I am alright. What you see is real.” Iris confirmed again, feeling her heart break at his expression, squeezing his hand once more.

“I’m –”

“The new High Lord.”

“Because –”

“Your father is dead. You all won the blood duel against him. You took the crown.” she calmly stated. “The Autumn court is yours.” 

“The Autumn Court is mine.” he repeated faintly and Iris’s expression softened. 

“Yes. Yes, it is.” 

“Wife.” he said and the word was so soft, so heartbreakingly tender that Iris felt herself the one about to crumble. 

“Husband.” she whispered back and the bond between them sat there, bright, holding steady as they watched each other, the chaos around them going quiet. 

“I’m going to throw up.” he whispered and Iris couldn’t help her teary-eyed laugh as she took his other hand and held both tightly in hers.

“No, you most certainly will not,” she warned. “You’ll have to wait until we’re alone to do that. For now…let yourself soak it in.”

“Soak it in?” he repeated, almost in a daze and Iris couldn’t help allowing her feelings to finally get the better of her as tears filled her eyes and began to fall.

“Eris.” she began in that tone that always made his wretch heart tremble. “I have never in my life been as terrified as I was watching you today. Nothing could have prepared me and if I spend the rest of my days never seeing you fight again, it’ll still be too soon.” she said and gave him that smile she only ever reserved for him, gently touching his face. “But you kept your promise. You were the one left standing and you were extraordinary.” Her lips trembled and Eris’s heart wanted to cave in on itself, especially when she added, “I am proud of you and proud to be next to you as you move forward.”

Eris’s hand brushed away her tears, the corner of his mouth lifting as every part of him deflated with ease at her presence, at her words. “I told you, nothing would hold my body from crawling back to you and I am grateful to have you with me.” he murmured, nuzzling into her hand, pressing a kiss into it. “My wife. My friend. My mate.” 

Iris’s hand didn’t move from his cheek, the other resting on his chest as she finally, finally said the words she’d been holding onto for him. “Eris,” she began and when his expression shifted, Iris knew he was bracing himself for her next words. The ones he had wanted to come back to. “I love you. I love you and I am proud of you and honored to be here with you,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “You are my friend, my husband, and my home. With everything that I am and will ever be, I love you.” 

He let the words wash over him and for the first time in a long time, Eris felt his lips tremble, his face heating, the words he had craved to hear from her echoing through his bones. 

She loved him and gods, did he love her. Eris yearned for nothing more than to be standing here, with her hands touching him, her words warming him, and for the rest of the world to fade away. 

He wanted to kiss her senselessly. Eris wanted nothing more than to sink into his wife and everything else be damned. He wanted to taste her and love her – to cherish her with everything he had. But not here. Not now. 

When he kissed his wife, he needed them to be alone. Because the moment Eris’s lips touched hers, he would shirk all his duties and nothing would pull him away. It would be filthy, just the way he liked it.

As if she heard his thoughts, Iris’s face flushed beautifully. “Scoundrel.” 

Chuckling, Eris allowed himself to rest his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to do as she suggested – soak it all in. “Careful wife, you sound like like you’re obsessed with me.”

Iris smiled, her hands clinging to the front of his tunic. “How embarrassing, I think you found me out.” 

There was so much to be done. So many tasks to be handled. His mind was already creating list upon list of things to be managed. The next few weeks – months would be full of trials and for anyone else this might seem daunting but for Eris, it was all he ever wanted. 

He had everything he had ever needed. He could handle anything that was to come. 

They were all safe. They could have a moment of peace. 

And with that thought, and after the many years of holding his breath, Eris met his mate’s smile and finally, released his first real sigh of relief. 

[clockwork-ashes]

Shallow Waters

Summary: Lucien spends the day with Eris (short one-shot).

Note: Thank you to everyone who shared plot ideas! Huge thank you to @acourtofladydeath for sending a whole list about a month ago :) I am back in my Eris era <3

Eris had always loved the forest. 

The trees grew tall in Autumn, little sky to be seen. Leaves fell to the ground on crisp winds and everything was constantly in motion, a comfort, like a boat rocking on gentle waves. 

As a child, Eris would spend hours on his own, preferring solitude to the company of others. The woods has been his safe haven, a place he could exist where the weight of his title as the High Lord’s heir lost some of its significance. 

Whenever Eris needed a break from his father, he would go to his home in the eastern territories. The forest was older, the rivers lovelier. If he could have spent his whole life there, Eris would have done so. His whirling thoughts always fell silent, and he felt the most at peace.

“Did you see me, Eris?” His youngest brother called, his laughter ringing, shattering the quiet.

“Mhm,” Eris hummed, not looking up from his book. Using the forest floor as a table, he scribbled a note in the chapter's margins. “Nicely done, Lucien.”

A moment passed before Lucien spoke again. “You weren’t even looking,” he accused, frustration clear in his voice. 

Eris briefly looked up from the page he was reading, leaning more comfortably against the tree he was sitting under. Lucien had his boots thrown off along the riverbank. His pants were rolled up terribly as he stood knee deep in the water, the fabric soaked through. “I was,” Eris lied. In truth, he did not have the slightest clue of what Lucien had been trying to show him, but he decided it was best not to further hurt his feelings. 

For a child not yet a decade old, he certainly had an attitude, Eris thought. Lucien crossed his arms, brows raised in a way that suggested he doubted his eldest brother. Eris flashed him a small smile, hoping he would simply let it go. 

Lucien threw his hands up in the air, defeated and dramatic. “Can I go deeper?” He asked.

“Don’t drown,” Eris replied, turning his attention to the book still in his hands.  

Eris read more, taking in the information and jotting notes so he could remember his ideas for later. After going through a few more pages, he paused, his stillness predatory when he noticed it was unnervingly silent. 

Eris looked up to see that his brother was no longer in front of him.“Lucien?” He called out, waiting. When there was no response, he repeated himself, tossing his book carelessly to the ground as he stood. 

Eris quickly jogged to the river’s edge, looking downstream. The water shimmered in the light filtering in through the leaves, flowing lazily. His mother would kill him, Eris thought, her favourite son dead, and not even at the High Lord’s hands. And Eris would never be able to forgive himself, not if something had happened to little Lucien.

Panic choked Eris as he stepped into the river, trying to reassure himself with the knowledge that nothing dangerous lived within the shallow waters. 

“What are you doing?” Lucien said, appearing next to Eris in a burst of golden light. His eyes shone brightly, lovely and foreign to Autumn.  

A death sentence.

Eris fell to his knees, the water cold as he reached for Lucien, pulled him close. He had never particularly liked affection as a child, and he liked it even less as a grown male, but he could not help holding Lucien to him in relief.

Like Lucien had done countless times, he put his arms around his older brother’s neck. “What’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely caring, able to read the emotions of those around him easily.

“Nothing,” Eris replied, large hand cupping the back of Lucien’s head. 

“Did you see me this time?” Lucien said innocently, unaware of the genuine worry he had caused, pulling away to look up at Eris with wide eyes. 

He nodded, “Yes.” Lucien smiled, dimples showing. “Yes, I saw, I’m very impressed.” 

Lucien shrugged, pretending it was nothing, but Eris saw through the act. There was pride in the way he held back his small shoulders, confidence at the rare words of approval. “All of you can winnow.” 

Eris knew he was referring to their brothers, but he also knew that they happened to be children of a High Lord. Whoever Lucien’s father might be, he was clearly a powerful male, Eris thought. “Lucien, you must keep it a secret,” he warned, voice serious. “Show no one else, you understand?” 

Lucien looked confused, frowning as he searched Eris’s face for any signs of deception. He looked ready to argue, a stubborn tilt to his mouth. 

“I mean it, Lucien, just for a little while,” Eris tried to have some empathy leak into his tone. 

Lucien must have seen something in Eris’s gaze that convinced him not to say anything more on the subject. “Alright,” he promised, russet eyes glowing gold as he hugged his older brother again, resting his chin on Eris’ shoulder. 

The river’s shallow waters continued to flow around them, and Eris held Lucien tightly.

[ichiro-artosaki]

eris jr (durge) appreciation post!

(in game)

[chumett]

Now that we have confirmation that Lucanis is, in fact, a virgin, all I'm imagining is the look on his face when he gives himself to Erie and they have the most passionate, gentle, loving sex and Lucanis can't believe that it was exactly like his favorite romance novels.

He'd always figured the reality would be the way Illario described it: fast, dirty, and purely carnal.

But with Rook? It's different. She loves him and he loves her too. And when they have sex it is nothing like the picture Illario painted and everything Lucanis had hoped it would be.

[palecryptid]

brightest morning star 💫

( @p5mixtape exchange gift for @jinglebellchunk !)

[surielstea]

A Fatherly Fear

Based on this request.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eris has doubts about how good of a father he’ll truly be, Reader eases his mind.

Warnings: pregnant reader | mentions of abuse | mentions of manipulation | basic Vanserra childhood trauma stuff | hurt/comfort | fluff

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I winced as a cold breeze entered my bedroom, huffing as I stirred from sleep and held the blankets to my chin as I shifted closer to my mate, who was always there to warm me up no matter the climate. The fire in his veins had been a blessing throughout the long winter months.

But his side of the mattress had been vacant. I squint one eye open, only to find ruffled sheets. I sit up and open both my eyes as I search for my mate in the dark room.

"Eris?" I murmured, rubbing at my eyelids with the heel of my palms.

When I receive no reply I quietly groan, slipping from the warm bed, padding towards the open balcony doors. That explained the chilling breeze.

I go to slide the glass door closed when I spot a familiar redhead staring out at the crescent moon in the sky, leaning against the railing of the balcony.

I frown and step out into the frigid night, immediately wanting to go back to our heated bed and bundle myself in the blankets, but he had already turned to look at me with despondent eyes and I knew there was no way I'd leave him out here.

"What are you doing awake?" I pace towards him, craving his fire. "Come back to bed," I wrap my arms around one of his biceps as I stare up at him.

He looks down at the golden signet ring in his hands, the one that had belonged to his father, and his father's father before him. "Couldn't sleep," He sighed, looking out at the green forest, vibrant under the moonlight. The smell of spring was unmistakable in the night-chilled mist.

I knew that Eris hadn't been sleeping well since the beginning of my pregnancy, I was unsure if that was because he was paranoid about my safety, or paranoid about becoming a father. I wish I could ease his mind about both.

I simply lean into him, his arm coming around my back as I laid my head on his chest. I watched the trees sway with the wind, and the stars twinkle in the night sky, I even spotted a doe trotting freely in the game park below us. I waited in the comfortable silence, letting him decide if he wanted to talk or not. Eventually, he broke our silence.

"My father," He began. "He used to beat me and my brothers with this ring on," He stated, holding the ring up and over the balcony. It was beautifully crafted, and no doubt solid gold. "I can still remember how cold it felt on my skin," He hummed, putting it back on his fourth finger.

I turned away from the railing, wrapping both my arms tightly around my mate, holding him close and bathing in the warmth he radiated.

I hated the idea of Beron still having an effect on Eris, on anyone living really. The late high lord would be rolling in his grave if he knew he was still tormenting souls.

"He's gone now," I say, propping my chin up onto his chest to stare up at him. "He can't hurt you," I brush a strand of loose hair from his eyes.

"No," He shook his head. "He can't," He placed his hands on my waist.

I cup my hands over his, smiling when I feel the chill of his wedding band. "I much prefer this ring anyway," I said, brushing my thumb against it.

He nodded, leaning down and resting his forehead against mine. "You should go back to bed, you need your rest," He murmured and I shook my head no, turning away from him and back to the rolling hills and mountains in the distance.

"You do too," I spoke stubbornly. "So we'll stay out here until you're ready to go back inside," I finalized, leaning back into his chest while he wrapped his muscular arms firmly around my waist.

The silence danced around us yet again, but it was an easy sort of quiet, the kind where crickets chirped and owls hooted in order to fill it.

"My mother used to tell me stories from the past, when my father was a better man," He began, tightening his hold around me, warming me to my very core. "Before he had power, before he had me, she said he had been so different then." His chin comes down onto the top of my head. "I know now that he was manipulating her, hurling her into a royal marriage when she was freshly twenty," He continues, taking a deep breath between his next words. "But still, a part of me likes to believe he had a soul before he became power-hungry."

I let him talk, let him sift through all the thoughts in his mind.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I'm terrified I'll be just like him when our child is born," He confesses into my hair and my brows bunch. I whirl around to face him with a stern expression.

"Your father was a monster," I state plain and simple. Eris' eyes darken.

"Yes, and I was his favorite son," He stressed and something inside my gut tightened. I hated seeing him like this, so worked up due to his own mind reeling with no one around to tell him it was going to be okay.

"That doesn't make you him," I bring my hands to his jaw. "Look at me," I whispered and he did as I said, his beautiful amber eyes meeting my gaze. "You're not him, you're not your mother, you're Eris Vanserra. My amazing mate, and the father of my child," I argue. "You're just you, who runs through your blood can't affect who you choose to be, do you understand me?" I lifted a brow and he nodded. "Tell me you understand me," I demanded and he smiled.

"I understand you, my love, I understand you," He reassured and my shoulders fell with the release of tension. He inches forward and places a chaste kiss on my lips.

"You're going to be such a good mom," He whispers, holding me achingly close like I might slip from his grasp at any moment. "I hope he turns out more like you," He pulls back to look me in the eye and I beam up at him, thinking about our soon-to-be son, he matches the grin and I swear I fall in love all over again.

"Only if he has your smile," I bargain and he debates it for a moment before muttering, "Deal." Then leaning in again and attaching our lips.

I melt into his touch, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. "But," I pull away for air. "No matter what he looks like, or how he acts, I'm certain you'd tear this continent apart if anything ever happened to him," I remark and his soft smile was an answer enough that I was correct. He pecks me in reply.

"Come back to bed." I intertwine our hands, dangling them between us as I slowly pull away from him, receding towards the glass doors behind me.

"It gets so cold without you," I whine and he smirks knowingly.

"Says a girl from the Summer Court," He teases and I scowl at him playfully.

"She up, you know I can't use magic while I'm pregnant with your baby," I somehow pin the blame on him and he chuckles, allowing me to drag him back into our bedroom.

I let go of his hands and slid the glass door shut, locking it and keeping the persistent cold out. "Gods, I hope our children don't complain as much as you," He sighs, flopping down onto the bed.

"Oh honey, we're going to be the bane of your existence," I taunt, crawling up towards him on the mattress.

"Impossible," He sighs, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me right into him.

He wrapped his arms around me, the blankets covering the both of us and as if he knew exactly what I needed, the comforter began to seep warmth, the way the sun's rays felt after a rainy day.

"Wait," I perked up to look at him.

"What is it?" His brows furrowed.

"You said children, as in, more than one," I recalled and he looked at me confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"You said, I hope our children don't complain as much as you," I say, mocking him with a deep voice.

His confusion remained prominent on his face. "What about it?" He arched a brow. "I mean, whatever you want is fine with me but I wasn't exactly planning on only having one," He frowned.

"Well, how many do you want?" I asked, and you'd think this is something we would have talked about before he put a baby in me.

"I want a girl," He confessed. "Once we have a girl I'll be satisfied," He explained and I paled.

The Vanserra family was known for having a very long lineage of only male offspring. Whether it was a curse, magic, or dumb luck she wasn't quite sure. But he seemed entirely serious.

I stared at him with a fearful look in my eyes and he burst out laughing, chuckling at my expression.

"Gods, you should see your face," He hummed between breaths, cupping my cheeks in his hands.

"My pretty girl," He sighed once he got his amusement under control. "I promise I don't want anything that you wouldn't be comfortable with," He reassured and my anxiety declined. "But I would love to fuck another baby into you," He hummed, throwing his arms back around me.

"For a male so worried about becoming a father, you seem horny at the idea of getting me pregnant," I say and he grins.

"You just, I like the idea of having a family with you," He confesses and I lean upward, kissing him gently.

"I like the idea of having a family with you, too," I reply and he flushes so red that I could see the hue in the dark. I don't say anything, just peck his lips, reveling in the idea of being about to have a kid and still being able to make him blush.

"Get some sleep, Eris," I say softly against his lips. "You can tell me all about your plans for our family in the morning," I murmur through a yawn, furrowing deeper into his chest, melting into his warmth.

"Goodnight, beautiful," He whispered, running a hand through my hair until I drifted off beneath his touch.

It took him a moment to join me in a slumber, but the thoughts of his father were wiped away by my comforting words. And after a moment of reciting them, he was able to finally find some rest.

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Do you think Feyre would have fallen for tamlin and broken the curse if it was not for Lucien teaching him the delicate art of seduction?

Everybody say thank you to Lucien for being the high lord of spring’s wingman