#beron's death fanfiction

[lady-of-tearshed]

Tea?

@thehouseofvanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x OC! Alessia Mors

Summary: Alessia Mors has a discussion with Beron. Something unexpected happens.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: death of a character, mention of infertility, Beron making a servant poison testing, mention of someone throwing a cup at someone else's face in a fight.

A/N: I'm so SO happy to be partaking in this event! While reading this story, you might be confused. It's okay, it's normal, that's the goal. Eris is confused, and so are yall! But don't worry, I'll link an explanation post at the end of this fic. Enjoy ;)

Also! This fic is part of this series universe, if you're interested in reading more about Eris and Alessia Mors' relationship.

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears

Today’s a beautiful day in the Autumn Court. The sun is high up in the sky, shinning brightly with no clouds up there to hide it’s beauty. Alessia Mor can’t possibly be be happier than she is now, basking in the pleasant heat, enjoying it while it last. Gloomy and cold weathers are far more frequent than warm and bright ones in this Court of mud and dead leaves. 

She bunches up her dress to kneel on the humid soil, the gardeners just watered the plants, as expected of them. Excitement bubbles in her stomach as she takes in the sight of the beautiful plant standing before her. The earth has been very generous this year, all the plants in the garden looked healthy. The leaves big and green and the flowers in full bloom. 

There’s one kind of flower in this garden Alessia particularly likes: foxgloves. She had requested those to be added to the garden just bellow her and Eris’ bedroom window the day after their wedding night. The gardeners hadn’t complained, all of the Forest House laborers were, rightfully, terrified of even just crossing her eyes back then. When Eris first brought her here, people had heard the rumors of this terrorizing and mysterious female with powers she could not control from the Court of Nightmares that was travelling by horse with the heir of Autumn. 

Now, some of these people have learned to appreciate Alessia, to be less scared of her imposing presence. Some of them Alessia trusts enough to lower her shield and let them see past her barriers. They greet her when she walks by, now. She can even have a normal discussion without anyone shaking in their boots with most people working in this house. 

Without them, and the generosity of the Mother for giving them such fertile grounds, she doesn’t think she would’ve been able to make these flowers bloom. The myriads of tiny pink flowers on each plant is astonishing. Never in her life she would’ve thought possible for her to actually grow a flower without making it die. 

She smiles, looking proudly at her work as she slips her gloves on. She starts to pick up the flowers delicately, being careful as to not damage the stems so the plant stays healthy. These flowers really do look pretty, they resemble of little bells, or hats. There’s a tale from the Autumn Court locals that tells it’s little creature called fairies that gifted foxes these flowers, so they would ring the bells to warn each other of approaching hunters. 

Alessia’s ears twitch at the sound of footsteps approaching. She puts her basket down and stands up to greet her interruption. 

“Good afternoon, Lissy.” 

Her nose scrunches in disgust at the nickname. 

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why?” Eris says, resting his weight on one leg as he rests a hand on his waist. “The color on your cheeks matches the one of your flowers when I call you that. I think it’s adorable.” 

Alessia rolls her eyes. She could tell Eris that the pink on her cheeks was not from the use of the nickname, but from the way his hunting boots molds his delicious looking calves… but she won’t grant him that pleasure.

“Well I don’t like this nickname.”

“Liar,” Eris purrs, his voice making butterflies flutter in the pit of her stomach.

Liar, liar, liar…

Eris takes a few step closer, the smoke hounds chasing after your powers around the two of you. He pulls the glove off your right hand and pockets it. His fingers gently brings the back of your hand to his lips, and he kisses each of the freckles sprawled onto your fingers. 

This is the kind of action that makes Alessia question how casual their marriage of convenience really is. Sometimes, they would fight and throw insults (or teacups) at each other faces like sworn enemies, or even ignore each other for days, but sometimes, Eris would come up to her and kiss her hand in the most gentle way possible, or brush their fingers together under the dinner table, away from his family’s sight… like a real and loving husband would. 

“Hey!” Alessia snaps, frowning at the hound that got a little bit too close from her garden to her liking. “Get your dogs away from my garden, they’ll ruin it.” 

“I think the chances of you ruining it are higher than them,” Eris winks, but whistles his hounds back to his feets despite the teasing. “What are these for?” He asks, his chin pointing in the direction of the wicker basket on the ground. 

“Tea. I thought your father would like these, they’re local flowers, I’ve heard.”

“Mh, sounds like a delightful activity, my dear,” He chuckles, taking her glove out of his pocket to slide it back onto her hand. “Well, I won’t hold you back much longer, then. I had planned to come an bug you a little between my meeting with our emissary and hunting with my brothers. But now that it’s done…”

“Yeah, yeah, go. You Vanserras get cranky when someone makes you wait.” Alessia urges him with a poke on his chest, her cheek flushing once more at how sturdy it felt beneath her finger, his body not moving from an inch. 

The smile and slight bow Eris makes before turning his back to her and walking away nearly makes her knees buckling. She clenches her fists at her side as she takes deep breaths in, regaining her composure to avoid a burst of magic, just like Eris taught her. 

She shakes her head, now was not the time to get distracted. She have to get ready and brew the tea before Beron joins her in the tea room. 

Alessia quickly makes her way into the Forest house, the doors opening for her as she walks in. Eris keeps saying it’s just a coincidence, that maybe it’s her powers that pushes the door open, but she doesn’t believe that. She wants to believe that this is not just a coincidence. Sometimes, it feels like this house has a soul, she hears it whispering secrets in her dreams at night… It feels alive. 

She smirks to herself, maybe she’s just crazy, but she likes to believe she’s not, and that she’s right and this house really has a soul. 

She walks through the tall oak doors, and heads straight to her bedroom with one goal in mind: getting ready (both physically and mentally) for tea with her oh-so-pleasant father-in-law. 

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“You had some matters to discuss?” Beron says as a form of greeting, sighing deeply as he plops down ungraciously on a deep maroon chaise. 

Alessia, settled in her own seat with her hands neatly folded on her thighs, bows her head respectfully despite the male’s ungraceful demeanour. “Good afternoon, my Lord,” She bends forward, her smile too tight as she reaches for the teapot on the coffee table separating her and Beron. “Yes I… It’s about Eris and I, actually.” 

At the mention of his eldest son, the High Lord lifts a brow, his posture straightening as his eyes scans his son’s wife. “And what, pray tell, is the matter between the two of you again?” 

Alessia bites her lower lip, a habit she is known for having when stress consumes her. The room is coated with a small cloud of smoke, her powers humming around them as her unease creeps up within her. Her hands tremble softly as she starts pouring tea in both hers and Beron’s teacup. 

Sensing her struggle, Oliver -Beron’s personal guard and Alessia’s favorite servant- places a hand above hers. “Do you require my help, milady?” 

Alessia shakes her head, refusing his help. She can do it herself. She takes a deep breath to steady her fingers, then keeps pouring the warm liquid into the mugs until they’re full. 

Beron takes his mug, Alessia following him. They both sit still, cups of tea in hands as the room around them basks in a tensed quietness. 

“You’re not one to beat around the bush, Miss Mors,” Beron lifts his chin, his eyes looking all around him, wary. “Why don’t you drink that tea of yours?” He asks, his voice low, challenging. “Smells delicious.”

“It’s hard to swallow anything when I’m trying to find the words to announce this terrible news…” She clears her throat, trying to hide the sway in her voice. 

Beron gestures for Oliver to come over and lifts his tea for him to take. “Sip,” He orders, his eyes watching Alessia’s reactions closely.

Oliver obeys, like the good servant he is. 

Alessia’s eyes widen as she looks up at Beron. “You thought I would’ve tried to poison you?” She snaps, outraged. 

Beron shrugs, taking his cup back from Oliver. He downs his cup, then places it in front of her to refill it, seemingly unable to just do it himself. 

Alessia pours him another cup, and they drink in silence as time passes. 

“So,” Alessia starts, noticing the exhaustion of the day starting to wear on the High Lord before her. “About me and Eris… I went to the healers.” 

Beron’s face suddenly turns pale, his brows covered in sweat as he waits for her to continue. 

“I won’t be able to conceive an heir.” 

At that, a choked sound escapes Beron. His mug drops to the floor, the porcelain exploding at the contact. His hand shots up to his heart, and before anyone can react, his body dives to the ground. His body cracks when it meets with the carpet, and immediately Oliver springs into action. 

He kneels to the ground beside his High Lord, his fingers tracing his neck in search of a pulse. He pulls back, his face severe. 

He looks at the other guards in the room, his face severe. “We need the healers. Take Miss Mors out of the room and keep an eye on her until Lord Eris comes back.” 

–

To say that Eris is frustrated when he storms into the Forest House, not even taking the time to take of his muddied boots, is an understatement. He’s looking like a wild and feral creature. His curls messy at the top of his head from the wind when he galloped back to the house at full speed when the messenger told him something had happened to his father and his wife. 

He halts when he spots Alessia, back pressed against the wall as healers work some tests around her. 

“What happened.” He snaps. When Alessia opens her mouth to speak, he shushes her up with a gesture of his hand. “No. I don’t want to hear it from you,” He snaps, his eyes squeezed in frustration. “What.the fuck. happened.” He nearly growls at Oliver. 

The poor male twitches on his spot, clearly uncomfortable to stand between you and Eris. His hands are clutching onto his stomach as if trying to keep its content from spilling on his boots. The healers move away from Alessia, staying close to the tea room closed doors, but far enough to give Alessia, Oliver and Eris some privacy. 

“They were having tea,” Oliver voice shakes, seemingly worried that Eris would start showing teeth and coming at his neck. He gulps. 

“Beron died.” Alessia completes for him. 

“What?!”

“I-It hasn’t been confirmed yet!” Oliver starts to shake, taking a step back as Alessia hides her amusement behind her fist covering her mouth. 

“Well, he crashed on the floor, then.” She shrugs, making Eris face fuming. 

Eris looks between the two of them, then he locks eyes with Alessia. 

Her husband’s pupils are wide, the russet of his eyes nearly all swallowed up by the blackness. 

“I… he learned some… shocking news,” Olivers swallows, hard. Feeling the need to keep talking in a poor attempt to ease the awkward silence, he adds, “I think … his heart was old, and Faes are not immune to-” 

“I don’t recall asking you for your Gods damned opinion.” Eris snaps at Oliver. He tugs on Alessia’s arm, and bringing his mouth to her ear, his lips brushing against the shell of her delicate ear, he murmurs, “We’ll talk about it later. And I’m expecting you to stop lying or whatever it is you’re doing, Alessia Mors.” 

Her back straightens, but only just slightly. She turns her head to face Eris, their face mere inches from one another. She can feel the heat of his body seeping through the many layers of her dress. Her gaze drops down to his jaw, a muscle twitching there, then her eyes drift to his lips. His tongue pokes through his lips, wetting them…

The door of the tea room finally open, the sudden movement breaking whatever spell Eris and Alessia were under, putting distance between them. 

In the corner of her eyes, she sees Eris toying with his golden cuff links, the same ones she saw him wore on their wedding day, she notices. Eris always toy with his cuff links when he’s anxious, or especially annoyed. 

“Beron Vanserra is dead.” The healer announces, the revelation making all of this even more real. 

Good, Alessia thinks. It’s what she wanted, what a lot of people wanted, what Eris wished for, worked for… 

She looks back at Eris, who seems to be determined to not give her an ounce of his attention. He simply nods, telling the healer to deal with the body, and to leave the rest for him to handle. 

Before he leaves the corridor, Alessia watches as he stares at her over his shoulder. 

Later, his russet eyes seem to tell her. We’ll talk about this later.

Alessia nods, and simply stares as Eris walks away, leaving her on her own in this house where the walls call to her, and murmur dark, dark secrets in her dreams. 

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FLOWERS SERIES MAIN MASTERLIST

Eris Vanserra x Pregnant Reader

When you show up on the doorstep of The Autumn Court pregnant and in tatters, Eris can't seem to help himself and agrees to take you in. Little does he know that your unborn babe might be a little closer in relation than he would like.

Content Warnings Include: pregnancy trope, single mother, violence, abuse, fire, Beron (those who get it, get it), Tampon- sorry I mean Tamlin, death, murder.

FINISHED!

Daffodils | a, h/c (?) | Desperately in need of a new place to call home, you accidentally end up in Eris Vanserra's care. |

Forget Me Nots | a, h/c, s, f | Eris shows you his favorite place in the gardens, and in the quiet, you reflect on how you got to where you are. |

Tulips | f, h/c (slight) | Dinner with the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court was going well- if not better- than you expected… until it wasn't. |

Snapdragons | a, h/c, d, f | Eris returns from a council meeting angry and hurt. Something has to give, will it be you or your friendship? |

Dicentras | a (!!) | Lucien shows up to the Autumn Court and secrets are soon revealed. |

Lilies | a (!!!), h/c, d (?!) | Moving on from Eris is impossible, the grief you carry around is unbearable even with the help of your new (ish) friend Lucien. |

Clematises | a, d, h/c | Eris processes new revelations while in a secluded cabin, when he finally makes his choice he ends up running into his father and learning the truth about what happened after he left. |

Rhododendrons | a, f, d, h/c | Lucien has found a healer whom he knows well enough to wake in the middle of the night. After ushering you in, you start to realize with a startling clarity that your baby is in much more danger than you had originally anticipated. |

Roses | f | Eris is settling into both life as a High Lord and a new parent while also juggling the repairs needed for your relationship. Good thing he's tenacious. |

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LOVE THIS SERIES? Check out the spin-off COURTS SERIES with Lucien! Or you can look for more characters on my MASTERLIST <3

[mirandasidefics]

Its more as if why Rhysand and Azriel behaves in a certain hostile way and passive aggressive towards reader. Especially Rhysand is so short tempered and quick to be angered when it comes to reader because he's scared he might lose everything he earned due to him suspecting reader of being smth

I think I had answered a similar question to this previously here, but I can expand or clarify in this post.

Rhysand:

Rhysand's actions regarding Reader are 99% driven by fear. He fully believes that she is in Prythian for a reason and was very likely brought to their world by a higher power. This is based on the fact that time and time again she has failed to demonstrate any capability to use magic and has showed no signs of having magical power.

This is a frightening notion for someone like Rhysand. He finally has everything he wanted in life and suddenly there's all these fucking people showing up in his court that aren't supposed to be there.

Bryce arrived by accident! And after she arrived she tells Rhysand that, oh by the way, the beings that used to enslave the Fae are wanting to come back to conquer your world again. Thus, they are very likely going to kill you (which would then in turn mean the death of his mate because of that asinine mutual death agreement they made in ACOWAR), the death of his son who's his only heir, and the enslavement and/or death of the rest of his loved ones. Rhysand recognizes that he is at risk of losing EVERYTHING now that people from other worlds have the ability to randomly arrive.

Those from Midgard are working on a plan to take out the Asteri before the Asteri find a way to return to Prythian. So, he offers them aid and doesn't pick a fight because they could just allow the Asteri right through the portal(s) and its on sight for all involved and likely ends with the destruction of Prythian as they know it.

The same cannot be said for Reader. For all Rhysand knows there is a stronger more formidable foe waiting for the right chance to strike because of Reader's presence. Therefore, she is the only target that Rhysand can take his fear fueled emotions out on. To his knowledge there is no reasonable explanation for Reader being there (even if he recognizes that the reason has just not yet been revealed).

Unfortunately, his frustrations and fear end up transferring over to Prythian's "on world" problems such as Beron and the Autumn Court, Tamlin and the Spring Court, and Koschei. So, he also starts blaming Reader's presence/existence for those issues having not yet been resolved. She effectively becomes the scape goat for EVERYTHING.

Does any of this make his actions right or justified? Hell no. Does it make for an interesting narrative that is not exactly the standard for how Rhys is portrayed in fanfiction. I'll let all of you be the judge. I will say that there is room for growth regarding his and Reader's dynamic, which may or may not include Rhys getting his ass handed to him by certain individuals.

Azriel:

Azriel does not hate nor dislike Reader to any extent. He was following orders when he interrogated Reader because that is part of his job as Spy Master. He didn't like having to torture her, especially when it became apparent that she knew absolutely nothing about how she got there.

He is, however, frustrated at the situation. He feels a pull towards her but cannot for the life of himself figure out what that is. This results in Azriel becoming jealous of Reader's relationship with Lucien and Ruhn. He sees how she has sought them out for comfort so easily and wishes that he could provide the same. He has convinced himself that he wants to make up for the pain he initially caused her. So, there are times when his jealousy unfortunately makes him be an asshole towards her via snide comments.

Reader has pointed out this behavior and explained what the differences and barriers are to them becoming close in the same capacity she is with the other males. Azriel is trying to be more mindful of her trauma that is directly in correlation to him and his actions early on in their shared history. He is also learning to adjust his behaviors and the way he interacts with her to ensure that she does start to feel safe and respected when in his company.

I personally feel that when it comes to matters of the heart, Azriel's personality and intelligence go out the window entirely. He is a different person from the calculating and intimidating spy master and mindful and courteous friend we all know he is capable of being in canon. His self-loathing and feelings of being unworthy take center stage and he becomes his own worst enemy. (I could write a whole post about how this is most apparent in his interactions with Mor and Elain, but I won't).

TL:DR- Rhysand's behaviors are based on fear. Azriel's behaviors are based on jealousy.

I hope that answers your question and provides some clarity on Reader's dynamics with Rhysand and Azriel.

[zenkindoflove]

ACOTAR OCs*: Canon Characters

*While this is a part of my ACOTAR OC series, these are technically minor characters in canon. What I've included here are head canons I've developed in fanfics they're featured in where they are more of a presence than is seen in canon. All art displayed was created by the Crowesn Tiefling Maker Picrew.

Nuan: Master Tinkerer and Emissary to the Dawn Court, Nuan is well known for her creative inventions, specifically when it comes to replacing body parts. Nuan has studied the human form from many lenses: artist, healer, and engineer. Outside of tinkering, she enjoys her friendships with others the most, collecting interesting people from the different courts, including Lucien Vanserra and Alexius (male OC; See Autumn Partners).

Orla the Lady of Autumn: Lady, wife, mother: this has been Orla's life for centuries. From a strong-line of fire wielders, since she was a young girl, she knew she was promised to the High Lord. In her early days, she was able to explore, visiting different courts to learn to be a lady. That is where she met her best friend Eleni (see Day Court) and the male who would define the rest of her life, Helion. But Beron is unstoppable and possessive, and Orla would sacrifice her happiness if it meant she could protect her children (see Vanserra Brothers).

Jesminda (deceased): Jesminda's faerie race knows the forest better than the High Fae that since in their House built in the trees. Where the High Fae control fire, bringer of death, Jesminda's race know that death is only an illusion of spirit. A powerful shaman herself, when Jesminda falls for Lucien Vanserra, she knows that her very life may be at risk. And when the executioner's ax comes down on her, she only needs to say a few words to make sure the veil between the living and the dead is thin.

Cyrus Archeron (deceased): All headcanons, including his name, belong to the magnificent @crazy-ache . You can read about her depictions of Cryus Archeron, father to the Archeron Sisters and the Prince of Merchants, in several of her fics but especially in eternal bloom and ACOWAR (Elucien's version). I love his depiction so much, I've adopted him into my own fanfics as apart of the crazykindoflove extended universe.

Cyrus is a complicated man, energetic, quick-witted, and innovative in his approach to relationships and business. He prides himself in his ability to do so when he can't anymore, his humiliation and depression pull him to his worst self, paralyzed and incapable. When he finally has a chance again, he makes it his mission to become the Prince of Merchants and do right by his girls, even if its the last thing he ever does.

Read fanfictions featuring these characters on my Masterlist

Other OC Lists: Vanserra Brothers | Autumn Partners | Day Court | The Continent

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Summary: Lucien is tasked with rebuilding the fractured Spring Court, but getting Tamlin back on his feet proves more difficult than anticipated. With the help of an unexpected ally from the Day Court, they must work together to revive not only the lands but also the broken souls that once ruled them...

Pairings: Tamlin/OFC, Lucien/Elain, Cassian/OFC

Words: 110,107 (28 chapters)

Status: Complete

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Oathbreaker

Summary: Tamlin has always struggled between his father’s expectations and his need for freedom, especially with political tensions heating up across the courts. When he arrives at the Day Court for another round of negotiations, he meets Helion’s fiery daughter. She’s wild, uninterested in power, and dismissive of tradition—everything Tamlin’s not used to. But, with everything on the line, they’ll have to decide whether to join forces or go their separate ways…[arranged marriage arc]

Pairings: Tamlin/OFC, 

Words: 74,514 (20 chapters)

Status: Complete

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Pairings: Azriel/OFC, Tamlin/OFC

Words: 71,105 (20 chapters)

Status: Complete

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Pairings: Tamlin/Fem!Eris, Lucien/Nesta, Jurian/Vassa

Words: 63,438 (20 chapters)

Status: Complete

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Summary: Bryn is a witch. Banished from the Night Coven, she wanders without a home. When Illyria offers no future, she journeys to the Spring Court, seeking refuge under a High Lord rumored to be both just and kind. With a sharp-tongued cursed warlock and a deadly Illyrian girl by her side, Bryn steps into a path of adventure, foreign magic and finds where she belongs…

*introduction to the witch lore that I've developed

Pairings: Tamlin/OFC, Andras/OFC, Lucien/OMC

Words: 117,416 (35 chapters)

Status: Complete

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Summary: Once the Night Court proves useless to Eris's vision for his court's future, he is forced to seek help elsewhere. He turns to Tamlin—neither friend nor foe—to find the one person Beron fears more than death itself…

Pairings: Tamlin/OFC

Words: 66,354 (20 chapters)

Status: Complete

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SJM ViIllain Week Day 1 Masterlist (Prompts: Villain Origin Story/Sacrifice)

Fanfiction

Rubies (Amarantha) by @highlordofkrypton (AO3 Link) Veil of Deceit (Amarantha x Ianthe) by @sonics-atelier (AO3 Link) Till Death Do Us Part (Beron Vanserra x Reader) by @readychilledwine Cursed Daughter (Ianthe) by @achaotichuman (AO3 Link) Beron Vanserra by @shadowqueenjude "My Name..." Side A (Keir) by @merwgue "My Name..." Side B (Keir) by @merwgue (Don't) Bring Me Down (Beron Vanserra & Eris Vanserra) by @fourteentrout (AO3 Link) What We've Lost And What We've Found (Maeve x Reader) by @readychilledwine Ascension- A Beron Origin Story by @queercontrarian (AO3 Link)

Fanart

Amarantha by @loonylooly Amarantha by @copypastus

Moodboards/Headcanons/Playlists

Heartless (Beron Vanserra Moodboard) by @matrixsss Attor Headcanons by @merwgue

[readychilledwine]

do you ever feel awkward writing for Eris? I saw your poll about doing an SJM bad guys week, so I'm guessing not.

Warning - This is going to become SJM critical. Please know I am not anti any of these characters. I am, however, critical of SJM as a long-time fantasy reader.

You answered your own question in your ask there, friend.

I do not have issues writing for Eris. The main issue the fandom has with him is the situation with Mor, and here's my stance on that:

We have an issue with the timeline around this incident, so I will make my judgement call when SJM does her eventual retcon and fixes it.

We know Eris is younger than Mor and Rhys, who are around the same age. Mor was sold to Autumn as Eris's bride at the tender age of 17. When Helion is giving us his gorgeous monolog talking about his love for Momma Autumn, we find out that she and Beron were married young and had barely been married for two decades around the start of the first war. Meaning Eris was around 19 at the time.

This passage from Rhys is a little hazy and unclear, but from how I and several other people took it, he was around 28 at the start of that war, meaning Mor was also around 27 to 28. That makes Mor at least 8 to 9 years older than Eris. Meaning, he potentially was a LITERAL child when he and Mor were engaged. He would have been around the age of 7 to 9 and already had the mindset to fear Beron.

This where I am going to look SJM critical. She is great at a few things, creating plotholes by retconing, and fucking up timelines due to her retconing.

Let's say she retcons to correct that issue. We still know Eris is younger than Mor by a year or two. So, let's say he was 15 to 16. At 15 to 16 years old, I want you to think about what you would have done in this situation:

You are a young prince or princess. Your father is a known abuser and racist. You all have just found out your betrothed has sullied themselves with a person your father considers below all of you, and you know it was done to get out of a marriage she did not want to be in. You and your men find her on the border of your father's court, beaten and with a nail in her womb. Here are your options:

1. You take her back to your father, the known racist and abuser. Thus making her, in reality, his problem. You have witnessed how your father likes to handle his problems. You also know he's angry and embarrassed this female made the choice to sleep with a lesser born bastard Illyrian over marry his high fae princeling.

2. You cannot risk touching her, so leave her somewhere her friends can find her without risking her or them having to enter Autumn. This will allow her to go home, where she is safe, and heal.

In both scenarios, Eris could not win. He either took Mor to his father and risked her death and was blamed for that, or he left her knowing her friends were more than likely coming and be blamed for that as well. He was now the villain in Mor's story regardless of what actions he took, and he was that villain as a teen. A literal child. As a child he picked to allow Morrigan life. To allow her to live without being trapped the way he and his mother are.

Eris, in theory, made a selfless choice. He made the choice to damn himself and his reputation for the sake of Mor and as he says, it cost him..

As for me being willing to write other SJM bad guys-

It is perfectly normal and acceptable in every other fandom to be attracted to the bad guys and to write dark fanfiction about them. You see it all time in Tolkien, Harry Potter, and (grossly since they are all children) it has resurged in the Percy Jackson fandom. Please have several seats and let me, and the several other people who are excited for it, enjoy my little story about Pollux, my reader, and his heavy cock that sways to and fro.

It's also, as someone pumping out the amount of content I am right now, really nice to get to write a dark fic with a villain here and there for a change of pace, so thank you to everyone who is supportive and open to me doing that.

[fueledpurelybyspite]

Just try to IMAGINE what would happen if Nesta and Cassian had a daughter and it came out that Eris's son was her mate like. The family angst. The pure chaos. The enemies to lovers bullshit of the century. The repeat of the ICONIC Dorian/Manon princeling/witchling dynamic. The flavour. The taste

(the war lords of the illyrian camps referred to nesta as 'witch' so I guess that's what they would call her daughter as well)

Anyways where are my fanfic writers at i need this

[foxybananaaaz]

Why dot you write something other then eluciens it's getting old

Don’t you get tired of this Anon?

I didn’t think this would be so offensive. Elucien is the pairing I enjoy writing. I understand them, and feel comfortable writing them. Yes, I write almost exclusively Elucien fanfiction. But that does not mean I have not written for other pairings.

For example, here are some single character centric works

We have Finding Peace.

It is from Jesminda’s point of view after she dies. True, there is hint’s of Elucien towards the end, but that is not the main point. The main point is this is a story that follows Jesminda’s journey after death.

Some say your heart will always be tied in some way to your first love. Jesminda had not immediately found the the promised eternity after passing.

And Lucien returning to the Forest House.

Yes there are some mentions of Elucien, but like Finding Peace, they are not the main focus of this work. The main focus of this work is Lucien realizing that the Forest House has changed, and is a welcoming warm place now that Beron has died.

Going home for the first time, in a long time.

Moving on to ship centric works

Then there’s Two Sides of the Same Coin.

This is a one-shot written for my friend, dedicated for my them, featuring Eris Vanserra, along with my own Original Character Bitki. As soon as I created Bitki, my friend had immediately shipped her with Eris, and because of that it got stuck in my head, so I had to write this for them.

The bed is big enough for two people without two people without touching, but unfortunately there is only one blanket.

I have two for Nessian, one being a very short, very quick Drabble answering a question, and one being a slightly longer Drabble.

Halloween Costume Mixup.

This one came from an ask, the question being if my favouite ACOTAR characters went to a Halloween party, how do I think they would dress up. I had actually answered in fanfic style for Nessian, where as I described plainly for Elucien.

Nesta and Cassian decide to go to the families Halloween party as Luke and Leia. They have very different ideas though.

Proposal.

This one is the centre of my contribution for SJM Romance Week, and I’m quite pleased with how it turned out. Especially how it was the first time I had written the pair with intent, and it had not happened spontaneously, like how Halloween Costume Mixup had. I am quite happy with how it turned out.

Cassian surprises Nesta with a proposal.

Like Nessian, I have two for Emorie, though they connect together to form one single piece. They’re both short as I am still feeling the pair out while writing them, but I have written them.

Love Letters.

Grand Gestures.

Love Letters comes first, with Grand Gestures following behind. It is angst, with a happy ending. It is sweet. It shows the friendship of the Valkyries. It shows me trying to figure out other characters. No, it may not be perfect, or in character, but it is the first time I am writing these character, I am branching out. I am proud of it.

Mor has been stuck working at the continent, sending Emerie letters, though the frequency has been growing far longer in between as time goes on.

Even ships I do not like.

Soulmates.

My loathing for Rhysand is no secret. I do not hide it, I have made it known. The only person he truly cares for is Feyre, and even that is questionable at this point with the way he refused to tell her, and ordered everyone else to keep it hidden the very real life threatening risk of her pregnancy. The way he will always sacrifice his friends and families feelings for politics, and wont even take two minutes to give a few minutes warning said friend or family member of what’s going to happen, like giving Keir and Eris what they wanted without letting Mor know ahead of time in Wings and Ruin. It’s no secret I very much dislike Rhys. He plays an amazing political game, but how he does so at the expense of everyone around him is despicable to me.

That being said, I have managed to write this Faysand one-shot, and not in any sort of negative light. I wrote them happy, in love. I wrote them in a very good place in their lives. My pro-Rhys, Feysand shipper friend gave it a seal of approval, and it makes me proud that I have accomplished writing the two so well. I don’t even know if someone read it without knowing me, if they could tell I am anti-Rhys.

Feyre realizes how long it’s been since she’s been in Velaris, and has a heartwarming conversation with Rhysand.

Confessions.

Just as I despise Rhys, I also do Azriel. I wont go quite so in detail with this one, because I got carried away with explaining why with Rhys, but I’ll mention possibly the biggest thing that has me disliking him. This is the fact that dispute the fact that Mor has made it perfectly clear through her actions she was never romantically interested in Azriel, he had kept pining for five hundred years. He would get so intense at times where Mor would have to go sleep with another male to remind Azriel she wasn’t interested. It had gotten to the point where Mor needed Cassian as a buffer between Azriel and Mor. I could go on about how Mor doesn’t really owe Azriel any kind of explanation, despite what many of the fandom thinks. Sure it would be nice for her to explain vocally, but it is not owed. But this isn’t the place or post for that.

I don’t like Azriel. I truly don’t. But I wrote Confessions, as a Gwynriel piece. I wrote it as a happy piece. A sweet piece. I wrote it to bring joy. I I believe I succeeded, because I’ve had at least one Gwynriel blog follow me after reading it(I am so sorry, you will find a very very little amount of Gwynriel here.) I’m proud that I wrote it. Show’s that I am able to write characters and ships that I don’t particularity like.

Gwyn works up the courage to tell Azriel how she feels.

So Anon, I know you’ve been on my page the past few days, and I know you’ve been seeing me posting the works for SJM Romance Week. Tell me. What was this post about? Trying to get me to write for YOUR ship? Not a chance. Not gonna happen.

You came here for me to react in anger, or to get a rise out of me. But instead, I give you a list of everything I’ve written so far that is NOT Elucien, or solely focused on Elucien.

I’d say ‘Happy reading.’ But let’s be honest here, you’re probably not going to read any of it are you. Can’t allow yourself to get tainted by the shit Elucien writer can you?

If you think it’s “getting old” just scroll. It’s not that hard. You use more energy clicking on my profile and typing poorly written asks than scrolling.

A real doorknob aren’t you?

[strangecreationchaos]

fanfictions aside. the possible story line for the next book revolves around

1. elain as rhysand said she is being intresting and feyre said lets focus on one sister before we move to another! and she has her whole seer power to explore!

2. azriel ,as he is the one who saved eris right infront of koschai the death lord!

3. vassa being cursed and her converting to fire bird and feyre remembering her promise to help vassa!

4. eris's story ! as the last interaction between him and cassian tells that eris has a lot to share about his past!

5. lucien and his heritage ! which again leads to beron and eris and his family and helion and his mother's relationship and his hidden powers!

6. possible war and rhysand being the king of prythian concept as amren is still motivating him and sarah is never done with feysand! she will bring them back to highlights.

7. tamlin and his Destroyed court.

8. mor and her tale with eris ,what happened that day, what she is hiding? and what information she gathered when she was away!

9. the band of exile! their Bonding and story that lucien expressed during the solistice!

10. the upcoming war and the valkarie troop!

[novacomette]

You can also read it on Fanfiction Press, AO3

Check the Masterlist

The plot centers on Nesta Archeron, an executive who learns that she may face deportation back to Canada from the U.S. because of her expired VISA. Determined to retain her position as editor-in-cheif of a publishing house, she convinces her assistant, Cassian Paxton, to temporarily act as her fiancé.

Previous: Chapter 2

Next: Chapter 4

Chapter 3: We are getting WHAT?

Nesta couldn't shake off the feeling of deja vu. Couldn't shake the thought that she'll get in pure trouble and yet, somehow, the slight joke Cassian gave her about her being the Lady of Death somehow calmed her down a bit. Why was she thinking of his stupid joke? Nothing to worry about, it's just a small meeting, she thought. Just as she entered the doors, she walked past the receptionist, quite older than her friend Gwyn.

"Good morning, Miss Archeron." She smiled but she ignored her completely and entered the office.

"Graysen, Tomas." She said in a way of greeting, no excitement to deal with the two of them. And judging by their looks of boredom, they weren't excited either.

Tomas was the first one to speak. "Congratulations on the Oprah thing." He said and held his hand to her in a gesture of acknowledgement. "That's terrific news."

Nesta bowed her head slightly. "Thank you, thank you." She then held his stare before saying with all the sarcasm. "This isn't about my second raise, is it?" Seeing the joke didn't cause any effect, she shot quickly. "Just kidding." She took a seat.

"Yeah, I figured" Tomas mumbled and cleared his voice. "Nesta, do you remember when we agreed you wouldn't go to the Frankfurt Book Fair because you weren't allowed out of the country while your visa application was being processed?" He stared. Nesta knew that by the harsh look on his eyes, she was in deep shit.

Nesta's throat slightly bobbed. "Uh, yes. Yes, I do." She replied as she held her composure.

"And…" Tomas leaned forward on his desk, twining his hands together. He was not happy, and Nesta swore that Graysen had a mild smug on his face. She fought the urge to spit an insult at his face. "You went to Frankfurt." Tomas finished his sentence, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Yes. We were going to lose DeLillo to Beron." Nesta said, voice slightly sharp. "So... really didn't have a choice, did I?" She shrugged it off like it was no big deal but Tomas said otherwise.

"Seems the United States Government doesn't care who publishes Don DeLillo." Tomas said while throwing a bunch of paperwork, which he had in hand for a while, at her. Nesta saw a familiar phone number and was hoping she would not think what she thought she was called for in the first place.

"Tomas… What is this?" She asked anyway.

"We just spoke to your immigration attorney." Graysen answers this time. He stood straight and crossed his arms. Nesta was now panicking and was doing too much of a great job to keep her strong mask on.

"Great. So, we're all good?" She asked but the two of them were very serious about the situation. "Everything good?" She asked again.

"Nesta, your VISA application has been denied." Tomas snapped at her.

"And you are being deported." Graysen added. Nesta's confidence shattered, feeling the heavy fall of her gut. She was now in shambles.

No no no no no. She could feel the bundle of panic growing. "Deported!?"

"And there was also some paperwork you didn't fill out in time." Graysen said in amusement. At this point, Nesta was back in the old wreckage of a house she and her sisters had to survive for most of their teenage lives.

"Come on. Come on!" She tried to reason with them. "It's not like I'm even an immigrant! I'm from Canada, for Christ's sake!" She stood up, now almost unable to contain herself. "There's gotta be… something we can do." She said, now panting for some reason.

"We can reapply, but unfortunately you have to leave the country for at least a year." Tomas said to her.

Nope, a year is far too long, she thought. "Ok! Ok, well, that's not ideal, but I can... I can manage everything from Toronto…" She tried to bargain.

"No." Tomas shook his head. Graysen was rather enjoying her panic.

"With...with videoconferencing, Internet-" Nesta kept going. She wasn't going back to her hometown but she was running out of cards to play.

"Unfortunately, if you're deported, you can't work for an American company." Graysen replied as he held his hands in defense.

It was Tomas' turn to reply. "And until this is resolved I'm going to turn operations over to Balthazar Spaulding." He said. Nesta was now dumbfould.

"Balthazar Spaulding? The guy I just fired?" She pointed her thumb to the door as if Balthazar was right behind her.

"We need an editor in chief." Tomas replied. "He is the only person who has enough experience."

"You cannot be serious!" Nesta was losing it. "I beg of you."

"Nesta, listen. We are desperate to have you stay." Grayen said. Obviously a lie from his part but Nesta wasn't having it.

You're one to talk, asshole! She almost shouted.

"If there was any way, any way at all we could make this work, we'd be doing it." Tomas said with genuine concern even if he was to get rid of her. Nesta knew this company meant alot to him and was not risking one of his best chief editors.

Nesta begged. "There is no way... I am begging you." She could hardly hear the knocking on the door, she was too distracted to turn to see who was interrupting.

"No. Excuse me, we're in a meeting." Tomas glanced at the person lingering on the door. Nesta heard a familiar voice as he cleared his voice. Has it passed ten minutes already?

"Sorry to interrupt." Cassian spoke, doing the job to get her out as she was instructed.

"What?! What?!" Nesta asked. At this point she didn't care if he saved her, she would do anything to stay in that office and stay in New York, even if it was her getting on her knees, begging hopelessly.

"Ianthe, from her office, called. She's on the line." Cassian said, trying to get her out of there.

"I know." Nesta nodded and waved her hands, telling him to keep talking when in reality was to give her time. She knew Her and Ianthe weren't even associated and couldn't thank Cassian enough for this made-up story. But right now she needed time to think of a plan.

"She's on hold." Cassian understood the sign and kept up with the excuse. "She needs to speak with you." Cassian was running out of ideas. "I told her you were otherwise engaged." He picked up another lie. "She insisted, so…" He stopped when she suddenly couldn't read the expression on her face. "Sorry…. so… um" He shifted on his feet a bit uncomfortable.

Bingo! Nesta thought and motioned her finger for him to come inside. "Come here." She whispered urgently, almost an order, but Cassian obliged and closed the door behind him.

"Uh.. Gentlemen, I understand-" She cleared her voice. "I understand the predicament that we are in." She stumbled on her words as she slowly walked next to Cassian, who had no idea what was happening. "And… And there's... Well…" She struggled as she was now regretting this idea. "I think there's something that you should know." She nodded to Cassian. He wasn't sure what he was agreeing to when he nodded. "We're getting married." She almost blurted, forcing a smile as she patted his red tie.

Cassian gave her a look of disbelief. "Who is getting married?" He asked in a whisper. His confusion was almost visible but she patted his tie again, slightly stronger this time, still the forced smile plastered on her face. "I mean, yes-"

"Yes! We getting married!" Nesta said with fake excitement.

"We are… Getting married." Cassian was genuinely shocked. What did I get himself into? He had thought.

"We are getting married." Nesta repeated his words.

Cassian nodded. "Yes."

Graysen was shot back but almost didn't believe a single word they were saying. "Isn't he your secretary?" He sounded accusatory.

Cassian tried to clarify. "Assistant-" Before he was cut off by Nesta.

"Executive... assistant secretary." She chuckled a bit but Cassian could hear the nervousness, without mentioning how stiff she was as she held his hand. "Titles. But, wouldn't be the first time one of us fell for our secretaries. Would it, Graysen? With my sister Elain. Remember?" She Glared at him, to which Graysen only flinched. Nesta could count the amount of times Feyre had to kick his balls for what he did.

"So, yeah." She was reassured and kept on talking. "The truth is, you know, Cassian and I, we're…" Nesta hoped Cassian would follow her act. "We are just two people who weren't meant to fall in love but we did."

Cassian shook his head and tried to object. "No-"

Nesta squeezed his hand to the point of pain. "All those late nights at the office" She said as she sighed romantically at him. Cassian stiffened but couldn't stop his cheeks from flushing to crimson. "And weekend book fairs."

Cassian tried to object again. "Yeah… No-"

"Something happened." Nesta utted him off again and held his gaze with a smile. Cassian saw the pleading and lingering tears in her eyes and he just gave up at this point. He thought to himself that this was gonna end in deep shit.

"Something." Cassian slightly faked a grin at her with small nods, confirming her fake statements.

"Yeah-" Nesta half hugged him with one arm around his torso, but as she made her attempt to pull away, she held her by the shoulder. "Tried to fight it and… Can't fight a…" She tried to speak over this action but he beat her to it.

"Can't fight… Can't fight a love like ours! Ain't that right… Sweetheart?~" He grinned at her. His acting is perfect, she thought but she was gonna scold him later.

"Uh- Yes! You're absolutely right!" Nesta blurted. "So uh… A-Are we good with this? Are you happy?" She asked both Tomas and Graysen, which still had the look of disbelief. "Because, well, we are happy. So happy." She said as the two of them smiled. Cassian cursed mentally for the deep lie he was in right now.

"Nesta." Tomas' throat bobbed.

"Yes?" Nesta smiled nervously, hoping they didn't sense the lie.

"It's terrific." Tomas smiled a bit before pointing his ring finger. "Just make it legal." He said.

Nesta felt a knee wobbling relief as she now held Cassian's hand "Legal. Yeah, well, then that means we…" She slowly dragged him with her to the door. "We need to get ourselves to the immigration office." She almost panted. "So we can work this whole mess out. Right?" She pointed at Cassian's tie again. "Thank you very much, gentlemen. We will do that right away." She smiled, still dragging Cassian out of the office. Graysen narrowed his eyes at her. "Thank you very much, gentlemen. Thank you." She repeated.

"Gentlemen." Cassian said with a forced smile.

"Thank you." Nesta said one last time before fully leaving the office, now yanking Cassian out of there.

It hasn't even been twenty minutes and now the whole building knows about their mirage. Apparently someone snooped near the office and heard everything, sending it to the chat: Nesta and Cassian are getting married!?!?!? And the whispers started to spread as the two of them walked past everyone.

"What is that about?"

"Lady Death! Here they come."

"What is he thinking?"

Cassian can just ignore the pointing looks of either smug approval in his taste in women or a disapproving glance. He was about to head to Nesta's office when Azriel and Lucien dragged him to somewhere more private.

"Dude, for real. Her?" Lucien was the first one to speak.

"Married? Didn't even know you two were dating. What else have you've been keeping from us, brother?" Azriel gave a smirk of his own. Cassian could think of a million things to say just to wipe that smirk of his face but he has his own questions to be answered.

"I'll tell you everything once things are sorted out, ok? Just wait for me after work, we can go get some beers and talk about it. Sounds good?" Cassian said.

"Fine by me." Azriel shrugged.

"Only if you take us as your bestmens." Lucien joked but Cassian just huffed a laugh.

"Oh you will." He walked right past then and entered Nesta's office. Completely ignoring everyone as he gave her a glare of disbelief as she was fixing a rather large staff of papers.

"What?" She almost growled. Cassian was full of confidence at this point.

"I don't understand what's happening, Sweetheart~ So! Do. Explain." He said in a strict tone. Nesta was either suprised or taken aback by his sharp tone of voice.

"Relax. This is for you, too." She said vaguely but she crossed his arms, without tearing the glare from her eyes. She swore those hazel eyes would eat her alive if she wasnt fully prepared, but it somehow gave her goosebumps. "They were going to make Balthazar chief."

"Oh ho!" Cassian was now losing it. "And naturally I would have to marry you?"

"And what's the problem?" Nesta leaned on her office chair and crossed her arms. "Like you were saving yourself for someone special?" She asked sarcastically.

"I like to think so myself! Besides, it's illegal!" Cassian threw his arms at the craziness of her idea.

"They're looking for terrorists, not for book publishers." Nesta said lamely. Cassian scratched his neck hysterically.

"Nesta." He said but then stopped when he realized she was still looking at him with ferocious eyes.

"Yes?" She asked him.

"I'm not gonna marry you." Cassian blurted. Knowing that if his brothers hear about this, not only he's gonna hear the end of it, but because he'll know Rhys will do anything in his power to set up a wedding for his brother.

"Sure you are." Nesta said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Because if you don't, your dreams of touching the lives of millions with the written word are dead." She said with a smug face. Well shit, Cassian started to consider it. Nesta stood up, and slowly walked around her desk before leaning from it, right in front of him. "Balthazar is gonna fire you the second I'm gone. Guaranteed. That means you're out on the street looking for a job. That means the time that we spent together, the lattes, the canceled dates, the midnight Tampax runs, were all for nothing and all your dreams of being an editor are gone." She said.

Well FUCK, Cassian thought to himself. She was right, but he can't really risk his job. Granted, even if he did want to be his husband, it's still wrong.

"Don't worry, after the required allotment of time, we'll get a divorce and you'll be done with me." Nesta closed the distance between them. "But until then, like it or not, your wagon is hitched to mine" She gave him a smile and patted his cheek once. Twice. She then pointed at the ringing phone. "Phone.~"

Cassian stood rigid there, analyzing everything she told him. Not only is he risking his status, but he's already at risk of losing his job, ending up on the street as a hot dog seller, in the worst case scenario, and not only that but has to play along with her for who knows how long. I'm in a complete mess, he thought to himself before leaving her office before cursing lowly. "Fucking shit…"

[ecileh]

writing

ACOTAR fics

A Court of Rage and Fire (AO3) 24/? — Neris + Azris (Nezris? Azrista?) — Nesta ditching the IC, accepting Eris Vanserra’s marriage proposal, and becoming a death goddess in a love triangle with Azriel while fighting a civil war. (mostly setting off all the chekhov’s guns SJM forgot about)

Fireless (AO3) 2/ — Azris — Prequel to ACORAF but stands alone as canon-compliant backstory, the story of star-crossed lovers Eris and Azriel during the first war against Hybern.

Queen of Harlots (AO3) 11/? — Nesta/basically everyone — Porn with plot full-series rewrite in which Nesta actually goes through with doing sex work to feed her family at the beginning of ACOTAR.

Nesta and the Mercenary (AO3) (Tumblr) — Nesta’s journey to try to rescue Feyre from the Wall, because it’s headcanon to me that she had a fling with that merc. Edited from QoH to stand alone.

You (AO3) (Tumblr) — absolutely deranged Azriel POV where he’s such a nice guy that it comes full circle to him being a misogynist stalker freak. Inspired by Joe Goldberg of You.

Original extremely unserious crack outline of ACORAF before it became a serious fic (Tumblr)

Feyre teaches Nesta how to paint when Feyre comes home in ACOTAR (Tumblr) — Excerpt from QoH edited to stand alone.

Neris bratty chess sex (Tumblr) — Excerpt from ACORAF for Neris week.

The Autumn Corp (AO3) (Tumblr) — Neris rivals/office smut in Succession-esque modern AU. Not that good but I wrote it in like an hour on my lunch break for Neris Week.

ACOTAR Meta

Illyrians should be mothmen, not bat boys

The Azris Manifesto: or, the importance of protecting queer ships in fanfiction

Why “Bad Girls” like Nesta and Amren don’t get to keep their powers

Another “Good Girl” rant

Beron is part human?

Elain might be devious and that’s not a bad thing and in fact makes me like her better than if she were completely willfully helpless (Textual evidence)

[mac-writes-fanfiction]

Assassination: Part 2

Here’s Part 2! If you haven’t noticed, I started a tumblr for just my fanfiction. I’m planning on doing a lot more. The rest of the chapter of Slow Burn are on my other tumblr @im-a-dragon-kind-of-girl. But were switching to this one. I’ll try and come up with a Masterlist soon! I appreciate you guys so much! I also started a tag list! Thanks @heyyitsangie for reaching out!

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

The floors were scolded and steaked with soot. The ornate room was filled with golden candelabras and rich fall colors saturated by the fire burning. There was shouting and cries of pain. Where were they coming from? The beautiful hand was dripping blood against the floor like a frozen water fall dripping water droplets in a pond.

   Visions never came more than once. Elain, in her garden kneeling under the hydrangea bush, gasped herself awake. She threw the trowel out of her hand like the metal had scolded her, falling back from her knees.

   It had been three days since the Azriel had flown off on for a forced assassination with a man not one of them had trusted. Elain ran into the townhouse and straight into a large, solid wall of chest. Warm hands reached up to grip her arms her fingers curled into the leather. Cassian's smile faded, and his brow furrowed.    "Elain, what happened? Are you okay?" Elain vaguely noticed Amren dropping the large tome in her lap onto floor from where she was draped on the couch.    "Something will go wrong. He's by himself and something will go wrong."    Cassian's hands tightened on her arms. His tone sharpened, not from anger but from fear, "Did you see him? What happened?"    "Everything was on fire. His hands, Cassian. There was blood dripping from his hands. He didn't have any shadows, there was too much fire. He wasn't supposed to be in the throne room, he wasn't supposed to be inside the estate at all."    Eris was supposed to lure Beron out of the castle, they were supposed to have a hunt. However, Beron was to be the prey. Why did he not make it outside? How could the plan have been changed so drastically?    By the time she had finished talking, the golden face staring down at her paled. He dropped her arms and left the room at a quickened pace. Elain's breathing turned shallow and the scene repeated, and repeated, and repeated.    There was no time, she knew in her mind the vision had come only minutes before the scene in her mind was occurring. Elain's mind warped with fury. The damned Cauldron had sent it to her too late. Angry tears gathered in her eyes. What good were her visions if there was no time to stop what was happening. The more Elain had tried to master her visions, it seemed the less time she had to until they became reality.    And no matter how powerful any of them were, they were no match for time itself.    The worst form of torture was knowing someone she loved could die, and nothing she could do could stop it. And yes, Elain loved him. As her chest constricted and her lungs heaved, she knew it deep in her bones. It had not been immediate, but throughout the months she had spent in the shadow of Azriel's care, tenderness, and support her heart had become his to care for.    Elain's knees grew weak and she crumpled against the wall. In the moments to come Elain's gaze ticked to those gathered around her. Cassian grabbed the nearest object and flung it across the room. Feyre flinched at the sound. Nesta's angular face sharpened. Amren swore. Mor's trembling hands circled on her temples. Rhys became stone.    Elain voice quivered, she caught the eyes of her younger sister, "Please, Feyre."    Feyre inclined her head. Her mate's face grew grim as she turned to Cassian, "Let's go get our damsel in distress, then."    Cassian head tilted back, "Can't wait to tell him that one."    Elain's choked sob broke from her body. Cassian passed behind Nesta, a hand cupping her hip, "Try not to pine for me too hard, sweetheart."    "In your dreams, Brute."    "Too late. You're already there, Ness."    Feyre and Rhys separated from a lingering kiss. Feyre's hand slid to Cassian's shoulder. And they were gone.    It was Nesta who slid down the wall next to her. Despite her initial aversion to training, Nesta quite loved the Illyrian leathers, and had come to appreciate the pants and tunic look that Feyre often favored. Elain looked down at her own outfit. She wore pants and the tunic Azriel had given her, when she had been burned in training. A shirt she knew belonged to him.    Nesta's arm wrapped around Elain's shaking knees.    "I hate these powers, Nesta. I hate them so much."    Nesta said nothing in return, only squeezing her a little bit harder. The sister who understood what happened to her more than anyone, did not give her words of comfort, which was oddly comforting itself.    Elain watched as Rhys cleaned the broken glass on the floor. He could've done it with magic, but she suspected he wanted to occupy himself more than anything. At some point, Amren had gone to fetch the healer. Just in case, she had said. Mor had ended up on the floor beside Elain. She felt the females long finger grab her hand, petting it. Rhys sat across from them all, his back against the side of the couch, his arms draped over his knees.    None of them talked, there was only this horrible limbo. And of course, the cauldron was silent, when she wanted to know now more than ever what the future held. That the vision she had of those beautiful wings and strong arms wrapped around her had not been a trick all those weeks ago. Elain ran the images in her head, yet again. Picking apart each second, each image that her mind had captured. Amren had returned with Madja, who had asked to see the garden. Not all wounds should be healed by magic, Elain had heard her say once. Amren led her to see the plants Elain had tended to. Elain had slowly been adding medicinal plants, she found she quite enjoyed learning their uses.    Meanwhile, the sun faded. It felt like time was moving all at once too slowly and too quickly. Why had the vision not come to her before he left? Why could she not see this future to tell Eris to go to Hell and Azriel to stay.     Next thing she knew, Rhys' rumbling voice sounded from directly across her, "Elain, no matter what happens, these powers are the only way we had of knowing anything. You may hate them, the knowledge of what is to come can be cruel to the bearer, but you were built for the burden the cauldron gave you," his head nodded toward her sister, "Just as Nesta was built for hers."    Nesta cleared her throat, "How could you possibly know what it is like to carry death? To carry hellfire?"    Rhys smirked, "You forget I am Death Incarnate, dear sister."    "Misting isn't the same as what I can do."    "No, it is not. But the end result is the same. These powers are the embodiment of who you are."    "Am I just destruction and devastation?"    Rhys looked fixedly into her eyes, "Yes, but who's to say that destruction cannot breathe new life, that devastation cannot also save? It has never been about the nature of your power, Nesta. It's about what and who you use that power to protect."    Elain felt Nesta stiffen, caught off guard by the words Rhysand had said. Nesta's mouth opened, maybe to say something scathing in response to her uncomfortableness, yet instead several deep thuds sounded from the door. A door slammed open, and Elain was on her feet. They all were. Cassian entered first, dragging someone at his side. Dragging Azriel, whose eyes were closed, his golden face pale. There was so much blood, at first glance you wouldn't be able to tell where it came from. At second glance, a deep cut to his brow gaped, raw skin was exposed from his side, another cut to his shoulder, another to his thigh.    Her legs and hands moved by themselves, wanting to staunch the flow from somewhere. Anywhere.    No one stopped her from running to prop his other side up.    Madja from in front of her said, "The kitchen table, quickly."    Elain didn't feel his weight, suddenly the large male in her arms was light as a feather for all she knew. They laid him on the table as gently as they could for how swiftly they moved. As soon as the table weight was under him, Madja went to work, untying laces or ripping were the leathers were already torn. Elain stepped back, fists clenching and unclenching. She jumped at the arm wrapping around her shoulder following the limb to Mor's face.    "Come on, she works best with less company."    Elain stopped in her tracks when she found Lucien and Feyre staring at her, both looking ragged, with their own fair share of blood on their outfits. She had not even seen them come in. Honestly, she had not cared.    Rhys inclined his head to the male in front of him, "Lucien, thanks are in order it would seem. Again."    "It not something I'd like to make a habit of," was his only reply. Elain knew the reply was not annoyance at being party to a rescue, rather he did not want there to be a rescue at all. Images flashed in her mind of a letter signed by Eris, fighting fire with fire, supporting Azriel just before winnowing. Lucien saved him. Elain felt her heart turn on end. She may not love the man that the Mother and Caldron would have be her mate, but she felt an overwhelming since of warmth for the male. Lucien was cunning, quick, but he had a heart that burned to do right. For that alone she wasn't so ashamed that this male was in some way her equal. She was flattered and grateful.    Lucien held her gaze for a split second before a serene if subdued smile crossed his face, and she knew that he knew. He knew that even if they were mates, that their futures did not belong with one another, not when looked at the male laying on the kitchen table like that. She let herself feel a kernel of guilt and sadness for the future they could have had. Yet, she knew they would both be thankful in the end. She could feel the same warmth from him towards her, not in words like Rhysand and Feyre, but in general errant thought.    She spoke what she felt most in her heart, putting all the feeling into the two words, "Thank you."    In return, his two words were just as simple, with just as much feeling, "You're welcome."    In the following time, they learned of the plans demise. For as smart as Eris was, he had not considered the fact his father had planned contingency for when one of his own bloodthirsty children would carry out an assassination attempt. Eris, who had managed to send word to Lucien of his plan, had been captured and thrown in prison by his brothers. Azriel not only killed Beron and two of his half-brothers, but freed Eris from the dungeon as well. Lucien, who arrived somewhere in the middle of battle, had killed the other one.    Only Azriel, according to Lucien could explain what had happened in between Eris' imprisonment and Lucien's arrival.    Why did he not just leave to try the attempt another time? She could throttle him, at the same time as never let him go.    Madja had finished her work. Most of him was healed, only the burn would need more care, but would not scar. She had instructed Cassian to carry Azriel to a bedroom.    It was Feyre who said, "Put him in Elain's room." Elain flushed, Rhysand gave his mate a side long glance as if to reprimand her. Of course, she was completely unapologetic.    Nesta quietly murmured to her, "Don't forget to sleep in between your incessant worry over him."    After depositing Azriel on the bed, Cassian laid a hand on Elain, gently rubbing his thumb where her arm met her shoulder.    "If you need anything let me know, I'll be downstairs." In reply, Elain gave him a quick grateful smile.    Grabbing the chair that accompanied the writing desk, she slid it all the way up to the bed, where she could be closest to him. Her eyes rolled over his face, still pale but gaining color, and his chest, beautiful and breathing. She couldn't help her eyes from memorizing every arch, dip, swell, and line. He was here, he was safe. Her hand moved up his arm and down, her eyes grew wet, yet again. His face looked at ease, peaceful even. At some point, there had to be peace outside of sleep, even for him. With his hand in hers and her head next to his hip she dozed.    Elain woke to a hand on her face, stroking along her brow moving to her jaw. She nuzzled into the slightly cool palm. It was the quiet chuckle that made her eyes blink open rapidly to see Azriel's barely there smile.    Her chest cracked with relief, and a whimper escaped her mouth. She scrambled to throw her arms around him, pulled even closer by his own. By the steady thud underneath her ears, her head landed somewhere on his chest. She was proud the sob that had reappeared had not broken out, but tears still silently felt from her face while her shoulders shook.    She felt his nose in her hair and his chest rumbled when he said, "You got blood on my shirt."    Unable to look at his face, she didn't stop herself from saying, "No, you got blood on your shirt."    She heard him suck on his teeth, "Semantics, Sunshine."    His arms rubbed along the top of her back. She gave a short laugh, followed by a sniff. Clutching him tighter, she said, "I saw you in that room."    Putting together the equation he noted, "That's why Feyre and Cassian came."    Her position was becoming uncomfortable half on Azriel, half off the bed. Suddenly she became incredibly aware and a little embarrassed at her actions and moved back to sitting on the chair. He let her, but his hand grasped onto her forearm and slid down to fit her hand in his.    "Why didn't you leave, Azriel?"    It seemed like hours before he finally breathed out and said, "Partly because I didn't want this hanging over everyone's future any longer. Partly because it needed to happen, even if the plan was ruined Beron and his sons needed to be dealt with. Eris and Lucien are the only two even capable of not being evil. Eris will make a better High Lord," his eyes turned slightly softer, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles, "I did it because if I had the slightest chance of making this world safer for you, for everyone in this house, I will always carry through."    How could she fault him for something any of them would do? "I still want to be at least a little bit angry with you and you're making it very difficult."    His return smile was catastrophic to the rhythm of her heart. Even though her heart rivaled a humming bird's, Elain's mouth dragged out a yawn, drained from the day, the fear of losing the male she was gripping so tightly in her hand.    "It isn't morning yet and that chair can't be comfortable."    She shook her head, "No, you need to rest more comfortably than I do."    He glanced at the ceiling for an instant, his neck and ears flushed, "If you don't mind sharing with me, I-" his throat clearing, "Can I just hold you? Just until morning?"    Elain felt like a second passed by like an hour until she moved to invade the space next to him. Like it had happened a thousand times before, they slid against each other, fitting like a key into its matched lock. Her hand on his heart, his hand spread along her lower back.    She felt him relax against her. Maybe he needed to know just like she did that he was home, that he was safe.    His lips found her forehead, not like the graze that could have been missed if not paid attention too. This one was unmistakable, desperate, deliberate. In response she stretched her neck, just as unmistakably planting the kisses partner to the underside of his jaw. Too tired to think about how his breathe had hitched her eyes drifted closed.    She had almost missed the whispered, "Goodnight, Sunshine."

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ACOTAR OCs: Vanserra Brothers

This is apart of a series of posts where I share depictions and short bios of Original Characters I have developed in various fanfics. All art displayed was created using the Crowesn Tiefling Maker Picrew.

This is a deep dive into my depiction of the Vanserra Brothers. I've also included Eris and Lucien Vanserra because I couldn't make the other five brothers without making them too. They are listed oldest to youngest.

Eris Vanserra (not an OC): Oldest brother and presumed heir to Autumn, Eris has the weight of his family on his shoulders. He toes the line, holding his spot as heir by slipping under his father's thumb to protect his family and his mate, Alexius (male OC; see Autumn Partners), meticulously moving every chess piece across the board.

Conan Vanserra (deceased): As the second oldest, Conan was shaped by Beron's hand as the spare. Brutal and cut throat, Conan is Beron's strongest weapon, living in his image, and being twisted into a male who has little regard for others. After the murder of Jesminda (see Canon Characters) which Conan played executioner, he is killed by Lucien and Tamlin at the border of Spring.

Kian Vanserra: Kian leans more into being a scholar and courtier in Beron's court. His skills lie in his charm and ability to make friends anywhere he goes. However, his charm only goes so far, as his cunning ways sometimes gets him into hot water with those he double crosses in gambling halls. He's sarcastic and a thrill seeker, which includes taking risks with lovers that brings him to a place that not even his older brother Eris can save him.

Cael Vanserra (deceased): Fraternal twin with Rory, Cael is team Conan in the rivalry between the oldest brothers. Court citizens refer to him as Conan's henchmen, as Conan is the only one able to tame him. He is known for terrorizing small folk, especially on drunken tirades leaving taverns, and rumors swirl about his involvement in the bodies that appear around the Blood Tree that mysteriously end after his death at the border of Spring.

Rory Vanserra: Stoic and severe, Rory used to have a defined place in Conan's crew, but in his new reality where Eris rules them all, he feels caught between the living and the dead. He follows orders, inheriting the role as Beron's fist after his brothers' deaths. Living on the border of Autumn and Winter, Rory secretly visits Ada (female OC; see Autumn Partners), widow to Conan and now banished from Autumn.

Callum Vanserra: Decades younger than his brothers and the last son of Beron and Orla (see Canon Characters), Callum is "the useless one" in Beron's eyes. Callum devotes himself as Eris' right hand, eager to see his brother on the Autumn throne. Although Eris keeps him at arms length, Callum sees than his older brother realizes. When his arranged marriage to Lorna (female OC; see Autumn Partners) becomes more than a political match, his loyalties are tested.

Lucien Vanserra (not an OC): Banished from Autumn, the fateful night of Jesminda's death (see Canon Characters) haunts Lucien. He once loved the Autumn forests, as he called them his home escaping the horrors of The Forest House as the seventh and presumed bastard brother of his mother Orla (see Canon Characters). In his eyes, each of his living brothers were complicit in her death, but destiny has plans for Lucien that brings him back to Autumn centuries later, this time with his mate Elain Archeron.

Read fanfictions featuring these OCs on my Masterlist

Other OC Lists: Autumn Partners | Day Court | The Continent | Canon Characters

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Fire and Water (1/?)

pairings: Eris & Nikki(OC) eventually Tarquin & Nikki(OC)

Warnings: Gore/Violence, near sexual assault, language

Words: 1022

Tagged: @unabashedfandomlover

A/N: This is my first every fanfiction so hope y’all enjoy it. If you want to be tagged let me know.

As I opened my eyes the scene before me isn’t a nightmare but a mere memory of my first few months Under the Mountain. My parents had chains bound to their ankles and wrist; they were all beaten and bruised. My mother was beaten and had dried blood on her face; her wings, once a beautiful sight now were bloody with feathers missing and bones broken in the wings. The once white feathers with gold at the tips were faded and bloody. My father who was chained beside my mother was nearly worse then she was. Angry red welts littered his chest from the hours of torturing Amarantha ordered done to him.

“Rhysand, if you only tell me the information I want to hear I will not kill these two people from your court.” Amarantha says from her throne.

“Even if I do tell you what you wish to hear, you will kill them.” He replied back.

“Fine, if that’s the way you want it to be,” She motioned to the guards, “Kill them. I do know that these are your most trusted advisors. I’m completely shocked that you will not tell me why they are.”

My mother looked at me, and as our eyes connected she pleaded, “Nikki, go. Go to Rhysand he will keep you safe.”

My father looked at me and simple told me, “Nikki do as your mother says and always remember we love you. We will never stop loving you.”

I ran to Rhysand and clung to him as I heard my parents scream out in pain and then the sicken sound of steel severing flesh and bone.

I rose up in bed with sweat coating my body while shaking in fear. Every night I have the same nightmare, having to relive my parents’ death. I looked to my left and saw my lover still asleep. I swear it would take an earthquake to wake him up sometimes. The way the light dances off of his shoulder length fiery red hair reminds me of the fire that flows through his veins as the heir to Autumn Court.

“Eris, darling I have to go.” I say softly.

“Hmm…” He mumbled while wrapping his arms around my waist and locking me in a tight embrace.

“Eris. Let me go. If I’m caught I could get killed.”

He huffed “Fine, you win as usual.”

I get out of bed grabbing my fighting leathers off the floor as I walk into the bathroom to wash up. When a sharp three knocks on the heavy walnut door, I start panicking wondering who the hell it can be.

“What do you want Rhysand?” Eris questions.

I let out a shaky breath that I didn’t know I was holding. I step out of the bathroom and look at my closest friend and smile sweetly at him.

“Good morning, Rhys. How are you today?” I say sweetly.

“Better that I now know that you’re safe. When I went to your chambers this morning to talk to you and found that you were not there I started panicking. I promised your parents I would protect you. At least you’re okay. Wait... why the hell are you in Eris’ chambers? You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, Nicole.”

“Fuck” I mutter, Rhys never uses my real name unless I’m in trouble. “Well, um. You see me and Eris um we are together.”

“I’m not stupid Nikki I can see that. I’m fine with you two being together but who else knows about this thing between you two?”

“Rhysand, I swear friend of Nikki’s are not if you tell Amarantha I will personally kill you.”

“Eris” I hissed, “Rhys I know you would never betray me, but please let this stay between us if Amarantha or Beron find out I could be killed. Rhys you know me I never beg but I’m begging you know please don’t tell anyone I love him.”  

Rhys looked at me with sad eyes saying, “That love can get you killed, Nikki. It is time for you to make an appearance.”

I nodded my head, knowing very well that Rhys was correct and as reluctant as I wanted to go I knew it was for the best. Rhys walked out the door just as quietly as he came in. I turned around to bid Eris farewell, but when I looked into his amber eyes I remembered the first time we ever met: It was ten years after my parents were killed at the hands of Amarantha and much to her disappointment I still haven’t broke. Once again I have to attend a “party”, which in my opinion is just another excuse to show what would happen to a fairy who steps out of line. After putting on my dress, I made my way towards the throne room. In the empty corridors I could hear the faint scrap of boots on the cold stone floor. I quickened my pass so that my pursuer didn’t catch me, but with a floor length dress and heels I was still too slow. A hand grabbed my left forearm while another hand grabbed my right. The male on my right used his right hand to cover my mouth so I couldn’t scream for help. The male on my left was tall had pale skin and dark eyes that held a sort of cruelty that wasn’t good.

The first male said, “How about we show this sweet little thing what happens when you walk these halls alone.”

The second male replied with a cruel smile, “Oh, we shall have fun with her.”

The second male still had his hand over my mouth, so I bit down as hard as I could on it. The male let out a shriek and dropped his hand from my right forearm.

The first male slapped me across the face hard, I know I’ll have a bruise tomorrow, and hissed, “You bitch. You think your so- “

My assaulter never got to finish his sentence because a hand was around his throat and the other male had a sword pointed at his chest.

[cherrycatexe]

A Feysand Family fanfic (pt 1)

So this fiction is about Feyre and Rhysand’s family, where they have two kids and are happy!  But they decide to adopt a baby illyrian girl who got orphaned because of a war, this series will be about Feysand and Family (inner court) and how they make the little girl feel at home. I thought it’d be good to have a feysand family fanfiction,so here’s the first part! Lemme know if you like it! I would love to know your feedbacks! Please like and reblog guys! And who ever is reading this, thanks for reading! Hope you like it!

Feyre woke up to the feel of the sun on her cheek, the curtains were open, Rhysand was still asleep beside her, lying with his arms around her. Then who opened the curtains? She lifted her head to find their 7 year old son and 5 year old daughter beaming at her. Her son, Cazriel and daughter, Morein greeted her with “morning mommy!” she smiled at them, gently slipped out of Rhys’ arms and embraced her kids, kissed them on cheeks and whispered to them “go kiddos wakey wakey daddy!”Morein crawled up to him and gently nudged his shoulder with her soft hands and said softly “Daddy? Wakey wakey time! Wake up!” Rhys woke up to her gentle, soothing voice, but pretended to be sound asleep, he knew what was coming. Cazriel came leaping at Rhys and Rhys was ready, he caught him, dropped him on bed and started tickling him, they all were laughing and Cazriel was laughing and shrieking “st-stop- Dad-daddy-stop!” Morein almost rolled off the bed laughing, but came to her brothers rescue, she walked across the bed summoned a feather from somewhere and tickled her dad’s foot with it, Rhysand was most sensitive there, he started rolling with laughter, and his son got a chance to tackled him down again. Feyre was looking at them all this while laughing and smiling at them, her own family. Obviously the whole Inner court is her family including her sisters and their family, and she loved each one of them fiercely, they belonged to her just as much she belonged to them….but this…they were her, and only her. They had planned to add a member to this family, today they were going to adopt a child, that’s why the kids were so excited that they got up before their parents. They wanted to adopt a baby Illyrian girl who had been orphaned as a result of recent war with the autumn Court, because Beron wanted the Cauldron, the night court was informed of his intentions and plans by Azriel’s spies and Eris himself confirmed. The war took place, so they could overthrow Beron and place Eris as the Highlord of Autumn ensuring peace ensured without Beron and his cauldron damned plans and strategies. But this resulted in loss of life, damage to people and property and nature and it ruined lives like every war does. The loss of soldiers on the Illyrian side was very less…but lives were lost…precious lives and families ruined…one of such ruined family was that of this girl, her parents were the only family she had, no one else, no brother no sister, no one…all alone in this cruel world, Cassian found her at their home sleeping curled up on the floor by the door, most probably waiting for her parents to return, who would never return…

The girl she maybe did not exactly understand what death meant, but she was definitely aware something was amiss. She cried for her parents, even without exactly knowing where they were, the Illirian camp where she belonged to, decided to keep her, when Cass told Rhys and Feyre about the kid, they immediately wanted to adopt her as their daughter, they thought a little girl of her age did not have any reason to spend the rest of her life, specially her growing years, the most important years of her life, without a family. Cassian had informed the Illyrians there that the Highlord and Highlady of night will themselves come with their younglings to receive the baby girl.

On reaching the Illirian war camp, they could see Illyrians sparing and being trained for combat. There were a group of children training separately in an area, Cazriel and Morein looked around with excited eyes. High lady and High lord of night along with their younglings went towards a waterfall guided by Cassian and an Illirian lady who was in-charge of the girl for last night. She informed them that the girl was which their house was. On reaching the place, they discovered a little girl sitting kneeling near the lake into which the water from the waterfall was tumbling into. It was a beautiful scene, clear water falling on the blue lake with such impact, it resulted in the tiny water droplets creating a misty effect, lush greenery around, birds chirping and the girl sitting amidst all this as if in the lap of mother nature, her golden brown hair tumbling down her head in curly waves falling past her shoulders. On hearing them approach, she glanced back with her almond shaped rich brown eyes, got up, turned around and smoothed her light blue frock dress she was wearing. She gazed up at them at first then bowed to them lightly. Despite being only a child, she was well groomed. She greeted them in her sweet baby voice “hello! I am Adriana! Do you know where my parents are? They say they are far away and can’t come… ” Then added rather remorsefully “….I feel so lonely without them...”  Feyre walked to her and bent down and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear “you don’t have to be lonely anymore sweetie, you’ll stay with us, you will have an elder brother and a little sister” “really?” Adriana asked looking up, with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes “but what about mommy and daddy?” and a drop of tear rolled down her cheek. “Will they never come to me?”

To be continued....

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