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Eris Vanserra x Rheana (See Rheana here)
For @erisweekofficial
Eris Week 2024 Masterlist
Day 6: AU
Summary: Turning 25, Eris is revisiting his most frequented bars, something unpleasant follows him on his aging milestone of not being under his father's protection anymore
Cw: Guns, fighting, dark elements, drinking, roofies, blood, description of being drugged, mentions of trafficking, torture, also way too much plot
As the blinding lights cast a kaleidoscope of colours across the crowded dance floor, the pulsating beat of electronic music reverberated through every molecule of air within Velaris' cavernous interior. The scent of sweat, perfume, and liquor mingled in a heady aroma that seemed to heighten the senses, drawing revellers deeper into the throbbing heart of the night.
The night was young as people had already started to fill up the Night Club, Velaris, the most popular place for miles, everyone partied there at least once. The drinks, food, music, everything was to die for.
As the night wore on, the pulsing beats reverberated through the club, drawing more and more revellers onto the dance floor. Sweat glistened on the skin under the kaleidoscope of lights. Drinks flowed freely from the bar as laughter and chatter filled the air.
Eris Vanserra walked through the crowd, towards the secluded corners of the club, women in both arms, drunk and falling all over him.
The atmosphere inside Velaris was electric, the energy palpable. Eris Vanserra, the man who oozed charisma and confidence, moved effortlessly through the crowd, his presence commanding attention despite the cacophony around him. His strikingly handsome face, framed by wavy red hair, was lit up by the flashing red neon lights, accentuating his piercing amber eyes.
He held two women close to him, one on each arm, both clearly intoxicated and clinging to him like vines. Their giggles and slurred words were drowned out by the thumping bass of the music, but they didn't seem to mind. They were simply happy to be in the orbit of such a magnetic force.
Eris, however, appeared unbothered by their antics. He navigated through the sea of bodies with ease, weaving through the crowd like a shark through water.
He almost rolled his eyes as the woman under his right hand tried to hide the fact that she was grinding herself against the gun in his hip holster. Eris couldn't help but smirk at the brazen display of the woman. She was obviously trying to distract him, her hips swaying provocatively against his holstered weapon.
Her actions were nothing new to him, though, he'd seen countless attempts at seduction aimed at his guns before. It was a strange fetish, to say the least. One he didn't quite appreciate, after all, he respected his duel-wielded weapons the way they deserved to be, and on a woman for pleasure was certainly not where they belonged.
But Eris wasn't easily flustered. He gently pried the woman's hand off his holster, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of his gun. With a deft move, he maneuvered her away from his weapon, effectively ending her little game.
As he did so, his left arm tightened around the other woman, pulling her closer against his side. Her slender frame pressed flush against his muscular body, her curves moulding perfectly to his form, "Now, now, ladies, keep a little for later."
His words carried a teasing tone, but there was also a clear hint of warning in them. Eris knew how to handle these situations, and he always maintained a certain level of control, even when surrounded by women throwing themselves at him, he left those ladies behind.
He reached the secluded part of the Club, one not many knew about, with Velaris, no one cared to think about what lay beneath the Night Club, what the group of friends who called themselves The Inner Circle actually did, Velaris was just hiding in plane sight how the Darling siblings were as rich as they were, the sights changed, from bright welcoming lights, here was something darker, the place Eris actually frequented, where every dark and twisted thing played.
Velaris was a huge Night Club, The Hewn City was bigger, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively atmosphere above. Here, in the depths below Velaris, the air was thick with an unsettling silence broken only by music echoing off the damp stone walls. The light was dim, casting eerie shadows that danced along the uneven ground.
There were guards at the entrance, "Well, hello, sunshine." Eris announced his presence, facing one of the stoic-faced man who stood there. Cassain was, easily said, built like a truck, and was never really too friendly to Eris.
"Ah, the birthday boy," Cassian smirked, looking Eris over, he was one of the plenty security, and the one personally in charge of checking men like Eris for anything they might try to sneak in. Everyone knew when someone in a crime family turned of age for crime, because it meant they weren't in direct protection of their families, left to defend themselves, a silent law many respected.
Eris said nothing as he held his arms open, and Cassian inspected him thoroughly. Cassian's search was nothing new to Eris, patting him down, shoving his gloved fingers inside his mouth to check his throat, cupping his crotch, not leaving a thing unchecked.
Once Cassian was satisfied with his inspection, he unclipped the holster around Eris' hips, removing his guns. The action caused a brief moment of unease, but Eris quickly suppressed it, knowing full well that he would have to retrieve his weapons later.
With a curt nod, Cassian tossed Eris a small plastic chip. "Pick up your shit when you're done," he grunted, turning back to his post without another word.
Eris caught the chip deftly, tucking it into his pocket. Once inside, Eris took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. This was his element, the darkness, the danger, the thrill of the unknown. He loved it.
The Hewn City lived up to it's name, it was as big as it's own underground city, with a maze of tunnels and chambers, each one more depraved than the last. There were rooms dedicated to gambling, fighting, drugs, sex, and anything and everything that could be found here, it was all for Eris. While in the floor above, everything was licenced and legal, nothing here was.
The celebrations were in full swing, and Eris found himself surrounded by beautiful women, eager to please him in any way he desired with how popular he was. But he wasn't interested in them. Not yet.
He looked over the exotic dancers, in skimpy clothing, dancing on a pole, giving the people the best show, a large sign "look, don't touch!" was written over the main floorboard they were situated on, a sign everyone followed if they wanted to keep their lives.
The first time he had been here, he'd seen the co-owner, Rheana, dancing among those very people, and one of the patrons had been stupid enough to touch her up her leg, the man had ended up with Rheana's pencil heel fully embedded in his eye socket and Eris was sure that's when he'd fallen in love, or pure unfiltered lust, with her.
That moment marked the beginning of Eris' fascination with Rheana. Over time, his admiration blossomed into something more intense, a desire that consumed him.
"Hmm? What would you like?" Rheana asked, standing behind the bar, looking straight into Eris' eyes like she could hear his thoughts.
Eris' gaze locked onto Rheana's, a smouldering intensity burning in his amber eyes. He felt his pulse quicken, his blood singe in his veins, a raw, primal hunger coursing through him.
She was the epitome of beauty, grace, and strength, all wrapped up in a tantalizing package that drove men wild. And yet, she was untouchable.
"You," he breathed out, his voice low and husky, laced with a raw need. He stepped closer to the bar, closing the distance between them. The air around him crackled with tension.
Rheana's lips curled into a sly smile, already mixing Eris' usual instead, her violet eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I'd suggest something a little more age appropriate, darling." She taunted.
Eris chuckled softly, a sound filled with both amusement and undeniable desire. "But I'm old enough to know what I want, aren't I?" he countered smoothly, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on the polished wooden counter.
He watched her intently, noting every flicker of emotion that crossed her face, every subtle movement of her body. Every inch of her was a work of art, each curve and contour etched into his memory.
He was used to women falling at his feet, but Rheana, she was different. She was the fire that burned hottest, the storm that raged fiercest, the night that swallowed the day. And she was utterly unattainable. And that made her all the more enticing.
"Sure you are," Rheana's voice was gentle and condescending as she passed him his drink, a classic whiskey cocktail, "Here. Now go."
Eris accepted the glass with a nod of thanks, his fingers grazing Rheana's as she handed it over. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, a spark that ignited the flames of his desire.
He raised the glass in a silent toast, his amber eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a final, lingering look, he turned and walked away, the heels of his boots clicking sharply against the stone floor.
As Eris walked away, he couldn't help but notice the sway of Rheana's hips, the way her skirt clung to her thick thighs, her muscular arms, the curve of her ass. He cursed under his breath, a string of profanities slipping through his teeth.
Damn her. Damn her for being so fucking perfect. He wanted her, craved her, needed her. And that craving only intensified with every step he took away from her. He found a quiet corner, a booth nestled in the shadows where he could watch the festivities without being seen. He settled into the plush seat, taking a sip of his drink, savouring the burn as it slid down his throat.
He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Rheana in his bed, to taste her sweetness, to explore every inch of her perfect body, to be inside her, to have her over him.
Rheana sighed, moving out from behind the bar, keeping her eyes on Eris. It wasn't that she and her friends didn't trust the man, they just didn't trust the Vanserras as a whole.
As the minutes passed on his lonely birthday, Eris refused to feel sad about it, he had cut a cake with his mother present, who had got him a little keychain as a gift, nothing too much but sweet and sentimental enough, she'd been the only one who celebrated with him, otherwise, he was alone.
No one cared about his birthday, not truly. His father pretended to celebrate because it was expected of him, as the next in line to his father's criminal empire.
He looked up when a woman with a tray approached, he'd never seen her around before, setting a drink down beside him and taking the empty glass. "This is from Rheana. On the house." She said with a smile.
Eris' heart skipped a beat as he registered the message, his mind racing with possibilities. A gift from Rheana? Was this some kind of olive branch, a gesture of goodwill after their earlier exchange?
He reached for the glass, his curiosity piqued. It was a rich, crimson liquid, almost black in the dim lighting. He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, savouring the heady aroma of dark fruit and spices. With a raised eyebrow, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a slow, deliberate sip.
The flavour exploded on his tongue, a complex blend of sweet and bitter notes that left him wanting more. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth spread through him, a soothing balm for the ache in his chest.
"Are you Eris Vanserra?" A man had taken a seat beside him, he was rough-looking, with scars and burns all over him.
Eris opened his eyes, turning to regard the man who had sat down beside him. He sized him up quickly, taking in the array of scars and burns that marred the other man's skin. There was a rugged, battle-hardened quality to him.
"Yes, I am," Eris replied, his tone neutral, neither welcoming nor hostile. He kept his hand firmly on the stem of his glass, a subtle reminder that he was not to be trifled with.
"And you are…?" he prompted, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for the man's response. There was something about this stranger that set off alarm bells in the back of his mind, a prickling sense of unease that he couldn't quite shake.
Eris' words got caught in his throat, his head suddenly dizzy, Eris felt a sudden, searing pain lance through his skull, radiating outward until it threatened to consume him. His vision blurred, colours swirling and spinning in a maze of chaos. His tongue felt heavy, and thick, as though it had swollen to twice its size. His limbs grew weak, numbness creeping up his legs, paralyzing them.
"Wha-what did y-you g-give me?" he managed to rasp out, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands trembled, gripping the edge of the table for support. He tried to stand, to flee, but his body betrayed him, collapsing back into the booth with a thud. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, each beat echoing the terror that gripped him.
Eris felt himself being lifted, carried like a ragdoll, his senses overwhelmed by the world around him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, sounds distorted, smells amplified. He could hear the rustle of leaves overhead, the hum of insects buzzing around him, the distant laughter of revelers drifting towards him like a haunting melody.
Yet, at the same time, he felt detached from it all, as if he were observing these sensations from afar rather than experiencing them directly. His body felt heavy and leaden, his muscles refusing to cooperate with his commands. He could see the ground rushing past beneath him, the stars twinkling above, yet he felt nothing, no pain, no fear, no anticipation.
And then there was the silence. An eerie, deafening silence that enveloped him completely, cutting off any chance of communication as he was held up by the man, the woman who had given him the drink was among the people who now surrounded him too.
One of the men cried out as a sword embedded itself in his head, dead instantly. "Ah, now, we don't drabble in date-rape drugs or sex trafficking, so who let people like you in here?"
Eris felt a glimmer of hope surge within him, a flicker of light in the abyss of his despair. That voice, Rheana's voice, filled him with a strange comfort, even amidst the chaos.
"Rhea…" he managed to croak out, his voice barely audible above the murmurs of the crowd. He struggled to open his eyes fully, the lids feeling impossibly heavy. But he forced them open, squinting against the brightness of the torches and lanterns surrounding him.
The crowd surrounding him shifted, murmurs of discontent rippling through their ranks. Eris recognized some of them, loyalists, enforcers, and men who owed their allegiance to his family, his father. They eyed Rheana warily, hands drifting towards hidden weapons. "This doesn't concern you, Rheana."
"Well, it happened in my bar, under my watch so it does concern me," Rheana shot forward, her sword raised. When she brought it down, the guns the closest to her had held were cut in half.
Eris watched, transfixed through blured vision, as Rheana deftly dispatched the armed men surrounding them. Her movements were fluid, and precise, a deadly dance of steel and skill. Each strike landed true, severing limbs, slicing through bone, and sending bodies crashing to the ground in bloody heaps.
A sense of awe washed over him, mingling with the lingering effects of the drug coursing through his veins. He had always known Rheana was dangerous, lethal even, but witnessing her in action like this was something else entirely. She moved with a grace and power that belied her delicate appearance, a stark contrast to the brutish thugs she was effortlessly dispatching.
Eris watched, his vision blurring once again as Rheana charged forward, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. He saw the shock register on the faces of those around him, the disbelief etched onto their features as their weapons crumbled into useless pieces at their touch.
His eyes followed the path of Rheana's blade, drawn inexorably to the man holding him. The man who had probably slipped him the drink, the drug that now coursed through his veins. The man faltered, stumbling backwards, dropping Eris unceremoniously to the ground. Eris hit the dirt hard, his head spinning, his body still heavy and unresponsive.
"Eris!" Rheana's voice pierced through the fog of confusion clouding his mind. He turned his head slowly, painfully, towards the sound, his gaze locking onto hers. She picked him up and almost too smoothly snuck away behind a brick wall, "How much can you move?" She asked, her voice actually gentle.
Eris clung to Rheana, his entire body trembling as she scooped him up effortlessly. He buried his face in her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and smoke that clung to her clothing. Her arms encircled him, providing a comforting warmth that seeped into his chilled bones.
Suddenly a few gunshots went by, and Rheana paused, those people must have called for backup, and she knew those people would want to discard her off, since she had seen their faces, but she still stayed with Eris. "Ugh, fuck!" Rheana swore as a bullet had hit her triceps, she dug her long acrylic nails in to dig the bullet out, the rest of what she wore was pretty bullet resistant. The pain wasn't something new to her. "These people are Hybern... I've seen this drug in effect before, it's new in the black market."
"I… I don't... Don't know," he managed to stammer out, his voice muffled against her skin. He pushed himself upright, leaning heavily on Rheana for support. His legs wobbled, threatening to give way beneath him, but he gritted his teeth and stood tall, determined not to show weakness. Tears in his eyes from how helpless he felt.
And she had, Mor had busted an operation of theirs, where they had been transporting drugged innocent people for skin trade, some of them children, and The Inner Circle did not play about children or innocents, not since Rheana and Rhysand's mother and sister had been victims to their late father's crime life, and they certainly didn't now that Rhysand had a secret wife and baby no one outside their Circle knew of.
And Rheana knew Eris Vanserra wouldn't either when he took over his father, since someone even making a comment about how his mother was 16 years older than him would have said person riddled with bullets yet still not quite dead.
"Here," Rheana pulled out a small syringe from her pocket, tapping it twice with her fingers and removing the plastic over the needle, "This will hurt." She unceremoniously jabbed the thick needle in Eris's bicep, delivering the dose, "This will counteract the drug, you'll be good in a few minutes."
Eris winced as the needle pierced his skin, a sharp, burning sensation shooting through his arm. He clenched his jaw, biting back a groan, determined not to show how much it hurt. But even as he braced himself for the worst, he found himself oddly comforted by Rheana's presence, her actions quick and decisive despite the danger they faced.
He felt the cool liquid coursing through his veins, spreading warmth throughout his body. Gradually, his vision cleared, the spinning and blurring ceasing abruptly. His tongue returned to normal, no longer thick and clumsy. And finally, his limbs regained some measure of control, the numbing paralysis receding bit by bit as he slid down the wall.
"That feels…" He swallowed hard, trying to find the right word. "Better already," he said finally, his voice stronger, more certain.
Rheana stood up, handing him his holster he had deposited when he entered the bar, "Don't die." With that, she walked out of the shield of the brick wall they were against.
Eris watched Rheana disappear into the night, leaving him alone once more. He hugged his holstered guns close, drawing strength from the familiar weight of the weapon. His fingers traced the contours of the grip, the cold metal a reassuring presence against his palm.
Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, testing his balance. The drug had left him shaken, but he was functional once more. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. There was no doubt that his father's men would be looking for him, seeking revenge for the humiliation he'd dealt them tonight. But Eris was ready for them.
He glanced down at the syringe lying discarded on the ground, a grim reminder of the drug's potent hold. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the way it had made him feel, disconnected from reality, vulnerable and powerless. With a deep breath, Eris stood up, testing his balance and finding it steadier now. He holstered his guns and surveyed the scene before him, taking stock of the carnage left in the wake of the altercation.
Eris's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the spectacle unfold, a mix of fear and awe gripping him tightly. He had never seen anyone fight like Rheana, with such raw power and unbridled fury. It was as if she had been born for this moment, her very existence defined by the need to protect and defend.
He raised his hand, gripping his amber desert eagle, customised for him, firing shots at someone who tried to get advantage on Rheana from her blind spot. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the deserted alleyway, cutting through the tense silence like a hot knife through butter. The bullet whizzed past Rheana, narrowly missing her head, and struck the assailant square in the chest, throwing him backward onto the ground.
"Watch my head." Rheana spun around, her eyes flashing dangerously as she took in the sight of the fallen man. When another of the assailants shot at her, with a little pistole she brought her sword down, breaking the bullet into two, the bullet halves breathed past her head and to Eris' neck, leaving behind a streak of blood from either side.
"Hey!" Eris growled, firing shots at the people who weren't quite dead but still thought they could fight, "Mind mine too." He fired several shots in rapid succession, aiming for the heads of the attackers who were still standing. He was sure Rheana was laughing at him.
The eerie silence that followed the final gunshot was shattered by the sound of Rheana's boots crunching over broken glass and pooling blood as she turned to face Eris. Her sword, slick with crimson, was pulled free from the last attacker's chest with a wet squelch.
Rheana's gaze bore into Eris, her expression hard and unyielding. "Now that you're better," she spat, her tone dripping with disdain digging her nails in the bullet would of her shoulder to pull the bullet out, "The fact that you drank a drink given by a stranger is precisely the reason you aren't old enough and I wouldn't fuck you."
Her words stung, but Eris knew she spoke the truth. His foolish trust in the mysterious beverage that he didn't watch being made had nearly cost him everything, he knew well enough to always be watching out for everyone's moves. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache in his gut and the throbbing pain in his temples. "I... I took it cause she told me it was from you... That was stupid of me, I accept that."
Rheana's eyes softened at his confession, she reached an arm to squeeze his shoulder, "I'm sorry this happened to you, no one deserves this."
"You know, I've never been in an attempted kidnapping before," He tried to lighten the mood, a grin on his face.
"Also, the fact that you've never been in the middle of a kidnapping or assassination attempt, is another." Rheana turned, walking to a whimpering male, who was still alive, cut up by her.
She walked over to the whimpering male, whose body was riddled with cuts and gashes courtesy of her swordwork. Despite his injuries, he seemed to be clinging to life, though barely. Rheana knelt beside him, her grip on the hilt of her sword tightening as she studied him with cold calculation.
Eris chuckled at her words despite the carnage surrounding them. "Oh, so does that mean now you'll date me? Because I was nearly taken?" he asked, a playful glint in his eye.
Rheana rolled her eyes, "Should I do the honour or do you want to?" Rheana offered.
Eris sighed, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. "I'll do it," he said, his voice steady despite the circumstances. With a deep breath, he stepped forward, squaring his shoulders as he faced the wounded man.
"Alright, then," Eris said, his voice steady despite the circumstances. "Who sent you? Who hired you?" He demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation or refusal.
The man whimpered, blood seeping from his wounds and staining the ground beneath him. "Please…" He begged, his voice weak and strained. "Don't kill me… I don't know anything… We were just paid to take care of you…"
Eris scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now..." Eris flipped the man over as Rheana watched with a smile, "I might miss the fatal shot a few times, since, you know, you lot drugged me." He rested his gun over the man's chest. "What do you know?"
The man trembled under Eris's grip, his pleas falling on deaf ears. Rheana watched with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the prospect of extracting information from their captive. Also tapping away on her phone with a smile after commenting how the blood made touch screen or unlocking with a fingerprint hard.
The man's eyes widened in terror, his body shaking violently as he struggled to breathe beneath the weight of the gun. "P-please… I swear, I don't know anything! We were just hired to take care of you, nothing more!"
Eris narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "Then tell me who hired you," He gave the man a moment to answer.
A pained scream filled the air as Eris fired, the bullet tearing through the man's knee with brutal efficiency. The sudden explosion of pain caused the man to arch his back, his hands clutching at his ruined leg as blood began to pool around him.
"Oops," Eris muttered, his tone dry and devoid of any real remorse. He watched as the man writhed on the ground, his screams echoing off the walls of the alleyway. "That's not your heart," he added, his voice carrying a note of amusement.
Despite the horrific scene before her, Rheana couldn't help but chuckle softly, her laughter cutting through the tense atmosphere like a sharp blade. "Well, that certainly got his attention," She quipped, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she approached the man, her leg raised high.
Rheana's heel dug deeper into the man's wound, causing him to howl in agony as she applied pressure, forcing the bullet further into his ravaged knee. Blood spurted between her boot and his skin
"He asked you something," She reminded the man, her voice calm and detached, even as she continued to torment their captive.
The man's scream pierced the night air, his voice cracking as he finally relented to their demands. "BERON VANSERRA!" He shrieked, his eyes wide with terror as he stared up at Eris. "It was Beron Vanserra who hired us! Please, I'm telling the truth, just make it stop!"
Eris's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of interest sparked in his eyes at the mention of his father. "Hmm..." Eris twirled his gun on his fingers, shooting the man in his head.
"You know, most fathers don't gift death on their son's birthday." Rheana joked, to lighten the mood, shaking her head in disbelief. "Yours seems to have a rather twisted sense of what makes a good present," she quipped, stepping away from the corpse and wiping her boot clean on the man's shirt.
Eris shook his head, a grimace twisting his lips. "I suppose that's one way to celebrate," he replied, his tone heavy with irony.
"We should clean up... Come up to my room." Rheana offered Eris her hand to stand up.
Eris took the offered hand, "Your room?" He looked up at her, questioning.
"I'm inviting you into my room, are you not taking the chance, huh?" Rheana smirked, teasing, a playful spark igniting in her eyes. "You can decide what to do later. I called Azriel to take care of the bodies, no one will find them."
"Well, when you put it like that," Eris responded with a small grin, "How can I resist?"
"I'm still too old for you, Vanserra." Rheana comments, walking in front of him.
Eris trailed behind, "8 years... What's 8 years when we're both adults!?"
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✨Moaning✨
Some unhinged men whimpering audios showed up in my fyp on insta (don't look at me, idk how they got there)
And that's how Eris sounds under Rhea <3
"Please... Please... Please"
"I.. Wa-want"
"Mmm... Mommy~"
AAAAHHHHHHH
God Eris is such a sub in bed in my eyes, especially with my Rheana
#flames and darkness#oc rheana#eris x rheana#eris x oc#eris vanserra smut#eris vanserra#eris headcanons
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✨Mafia✨
A little no context spoiler (??) about what trope one @erisweekofficial AU is about 👀 with the help of incorrect quotes
Eris: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?
Rheana, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.
#flames and darkness#oc rheana#eris x rheana#acotar#eris vanserra#eris x oc#eris vanserra x oc#acotar incorrect quotes
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✨Passenger Princess✨
Just thought about Rheana lifting Feyre up bridal style calling her her "passenger princess" as a joke...
But now I can't stop thinking about Eris being her passenger princess and she just flies him around everywhere 🤭 like that's so adorable
#flames and darkness#oc rheana#eris x rheana#feyre archeron#acotar#eris x oc#eris vanserra#feyre x oc#eris vanserra x oc#eris headcanons
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Cakes
Eris Vanserra x his (and Rhea's) daughter
For @erisweekofficial
Eris Week 2024 Masterlist
Day 2: Childhood/Legacy
Summary: Eris takes a step towards not being like his father while putting firm boundaries with his daughter.
Cw: Fluff, a lil angst
"Dalia Cersei Vanserra." Eris crossed his arms over his chest, watching his daughter sitting in the middle of the kitchen, chocolate cakes on the floor, his daughter's chubby cheeks and lips covered in the desert. "Why are you up at this hour?"
The little girl gasps and looks up at him, her violet eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, "Da!" Dalia giggles, her small hands trying to wipe off some of the chocolate from her face but only smearing it further. "Da! Hi Da!" She says again, looking at her father with bright eyes full of excitement.
He chuckles softly, reaching down to scoop her up into his strong arms, feeling her tiny body squirming against him as he holds her close. "What are you doing awake, sweetheart? It's the middle of the night."
Her eyes light up even more at the sound of his voice, she starts babbling something about cakes and rolls and milk while pointing towards the open door leading out to the kitchen.
Dalia was always full of energy, especially when there was food involved, anything sweet had the girl on a roll. Dalia's tiny hands flew up to her mouth as she tried to stifle a giggle, her body shaking with suppressed laughter. The sight of her father's stern look, only made the situation more comical in her innocent mind. She couldn't help but let out a snort.
Eris raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging despite the adorable scene before him. He held Dalia closer as he walked, his bare feet thudding against the tile floor. "Did you hear me, young lady?" he asked firmly, trying to maintain his authoritative tone amidst the chaos of his daughter's antics, refusing to smile and let her get away with being way past her sleep time and sending herself into a sugar rush.
He tried to recall what his mate had said, that if he wouldn't even try to discipline their daughter he might end up at the other extreme opposite to his father, he sighed softly, looking at the precious girl he had made with his lovely Rheana, the said girl was happily licking her fingers to clean the chocolate. He would explain to her how what she did was wrong, make sure she understood it, it should be easy enough, instead of whatever his father would've done, which was strike at him in different ways. Eris' eyes darkened at the thought of any harm like that coming to the precious bundle in his arms.
He felt the darkness shifting in the room, his love was watching, there for him if he needed help, but Eris refused to call upon her, determined to handle this situation himself. he set his girl down in her bed in her cosy room.
Eris sat down in front of Dalia, his large frame towering over her yet maintaining eye contact, ensuring he had her full attention. He took one of her small, sticky hands in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. His voice softened, yet remained firm, "Little one, what you're doing is called sneaking out of your bed in the middle of the night, remember? We decided it wasn't a good thing, right?"
Dalia nodded, her eyes still wide but filled with curiosity rather than fear. She tilted her head slightly, her braided red hair swaying gently behind her. "But… I just wanted a treat, dada."
Eris smiled warmly at her honesty, then explained, "It's not about wanting a treat, sweetheart. It's about following rules. You see, your Mama and I work hard to keep you safe and healthy."
His words were calm, as he looked at her, he couldn't understand how his father had done what he did while looking into the eyes on his daughter, if he too had looked up this innocently at his father for answers and was met with torture instead, "And part of keeping you safe means making sure you're sleeping soundly in your bed."
He stroked her chocolate-covered hands. "This," he emphasized, pointing at the sweet desert remains, "Is delicious, yes? But we need to be careful when we eat things like these because they give us energy, and too much energy all at once could make our bodies sick."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, his magic cleaning his daughter fully. "So, while having a taste is okay sometimes, we shouldn��t fill ourselves up so late at night. That’s why bedtime snacks aren’t allowed, okay?"
Dalia's eyes squinted a little in confusion, "But you and Mama say I can get anything I want in life if I try hard enough... And I really wanted some chocolate cake."
Eris let out a hearty laugh at his daughter's innocent bewilderment, "Well, my love, you still have a sleep time, don't you? If you don't sleep at night, you will be tired in the morning and miss the sparrows." He then only noticed the door of her room, scorch marks on the handle, she had used her budding power to open the door to her room, like mother like daughter for sure.
Dalia gasped at the thought of missing her sparrows, setting herself back in bed and closing her eyes, mumbling something about the birdies. After a moment she opened a single eye to see Eris still standing there, then closed them again, pretending to be asleep.
His heart melted at the sight of his little girl faking sleep, another trick she'd learned from her mother. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, murmuring, "Goodnight, princess."
"I'm sorry, Da." Dalia called out as Eris stood at the door to her room, "I'll be good and rest... Can we play together in the morning with the sparrows?"
Eris turned around, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazed lovingly at his daughter. "Of course we can, sweetheart. In fact, after breakfast, we'll go outside and build a special feeder just for those feathered friends of yours. But first, you must promise to stay in bed until the sun rises. No sneaking out for midnight treats, deal?"
Dalia's eyelids fluttered open, her violet eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of spending time with her father. "Deal, Da! I promise!"
With that, Eris quietly exited the room, leaving a contented and sleepy little girl to drift off into slumber, dreaming of sparrow-filled mornings ahead.
With one last lingering glance at his babe, he left the room quietly, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. As he walked back to his bedroom, he found his Rheana waiting for him. "Everything alright?" She asked, concern etched on her beautiful features.
He smiled reassuringly at his mate, pulling her close and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Everything's fine, my love. Our little troublemaker is fast asleep now, dreaming of birds and chocolate cake."
Rheana let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing against his touch. "I wasn't worried for a moment. You handled that beautifully."
Eris tensed slightly as he remembered his childhood, memories of his abusive upbringing threatening to resurface. However, he quickly pushed them aside, focusing instead on the warmth and comfort of his mate's embrace. "Yes, well… I refuse to repeat history. Our children will know nothing but love and understanding under our roof."
Eris snuggled into Rheana's arms, his head resting under her chin, arms wrapped around her muscular form, he couldn't help his memories as they threatened to drown him.
"Hey..." Rheana whispered softly, feeling his distress, "Would you like to talk about it?" She asked, wrapping her arms around him, knowing his needed to be held without even asking.
"No," He finally answered, "Let's leave it where it belongs, in the past. There's no point dwelling on the mistakes of our fathers."
But still, as he said, he couldn't help but think of his own childhood, how he enjoyed nature, the red falling leaves, jumping on them to see how hard they would crunch, but his father had not liked it, that he was having fun. The first time Beron had raised his hand on him, he had beaten him bloody for having fun with his brothers on the autumn leaves
Memories flooded Eris' mind, each one a painful reminder of the cruelty he endured growing up. He recalled the countless times his father's fists had connected with his skin, whips, knives, the blood dripping down his face, the searing pain that never seemed to subside. Even now, centuries later, the scars ran deep, both physical and emotional.
As he lay there, lost in the darkness of his past, Rheana's soothing presence brought him back to the present. Her gentle strokes along his back and the comforting weight of her body against his own served as a balm to his troubled soul.
"I remember when you first told me about your childhood," Rheana murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "It broke my heart to know you suffered through such torment. But you're strong, Eris."
"You're worth so much, my love." Rheana kissed his cheek and neck, "My precious fire. Beron is dead. Our children have an advantage of never knowing him. Yes, we'll make mistakes, it's inevitable to, but what's most important is for her to have her safe place with us, the rest we'll figure out as we go."
Her words, laced with love and affection, worked their magic, slowly drawing him out of the depths of despair. The sensation of her lips against his skin sent a tingling sensation coursing through his veins, reminding him of the warmth and safety he found in her arms. "I love you, Rhea."
Slowly, the shadows of his past receded, replaced by the bright glow of his future with Rheana. He knew he could overcome any hardship as long as he had her by his side.
"I love you too," Rheana smiled softly, cupping his cheeks, planting kisses all over his face, "For anything you might need from me. Forever."
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Eris x Rheana (See Rheana here)
For @acotar-omegaverse-week
Omegaverse week 2024 Masterlist
Day 2: Turning Up The Heat
Summary: Eris had kept this side of him a secret for so long that he didn't think he'd get so desperate for his mate when his heat hit
Cw: Heat, pegging, Alpha!Rheana, Omega!Eris, FxM, mentions of B*ron's abuse of Eris at the end, Smut 18+ MDNI
A/n: I would like to really thank the week mods for giving me an excuse for writing Rheana pegging Eris cause I've been dreaming about this moment since day one
Rheana walked the halls of the Autumn palace, looking for Eris, she could sense his distress through their bond, and should've known something was wrong with him when he excused himself from a very important meeting, something he normally wouldn't do, she found him in their shared chambers.
Eris lay on the bed, gasping for breath, as Rheana entered the chamber, her keen senses immediately picked up on the change in Eris's scent. The normal aroma was now laced with a heady sweetness, unmistakable evidence of his heat. His body glistened with sweat, each muscle taut and quivering as he struggled to catch his breath.
She reached out a hand, gently brushing back a strand of damp hair from his forehead. "Eris," she whispered softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "It's okay, my love. I'm here for you."
"Rhea..." Eris whined, chest rising as her skilled hands worked his tunic off, "I... I don't... I don't know what's wrong with me."
Rheana's eyes softened, "Oh baby, nothing is wrong with you... You've just gone into heat."
Eris groaned at Rheana's words, his body writhing under her touch. He tried to speak but all that came out were guttural sounds of need and desire. His eyes fluttered open, revealing dark eyes clouded with lust, reflecting the burning fire within him.
Rheana's fingers deftly removed his tunic, exposing his chiselled torso. Every inch of him seemed to burn hotter than usual, every nerve ending screaming for relief. His cock twitched against his pants, straining.
"Rhea," he moaned again, reaching out for her. "Please… help me."
Rheana nodded, her fingers deftly working at Eris's pants, freeing his hard cock. His clothes fell away, and he lay bare, body burning with arousal, the scent of his slick thick in the air.
"I know it must seem overwhelming," Rheana continued, her voice low and comforting. "But we'll get through this. Just remember how good it feels once we're through, alright?"
Eris nodded weakly, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. All he could focus on was the throbbing ache between his legs, begging for release. His cock sprang free, standing proud and eager, dripping precum wherever it could reach.
Rheana's hands were gentle yet firm as they caressed his thighs, spreading them wide to give her better access. Her touch sent sparks shooting through his veins, making him buck his hips upwards instinctively as she gave his cock a few strokes before leaning in to lick at the head, sucking softly.
"Oh-" he breathed out, watching as Rheana leaned down to take him into her mouth.
Eris's back arched off the bed as Rheana's warm, wet mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, teasing and coaxing out more precum. She took him deeper, her mouth massaging his cock as she bobbed up and down.
"E-ahh! Rhea!" Eris cried out, his hands tangling in her hair to have some semblance of hold. His hips rocked in time with her strokes, trying to fuck her face with desperate abandon, but she moved at her own pace. The sensation was intense, bordering on pain, but he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. Not until he exploded down her throat and from the scent of his pheromones, Rheana knew he wouldn't last long at all.
The pleasure coursing through Eris's body was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Each stroke of Rheana's talented tongue sent waves of ecstasy crashing over him. He pulled her closer, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.
His breathing grew ragged, his moans turning into pleas for release. "Rhea… I'm close," he panted out, feeling the coil inside him tightening rapidly.
Rheana hummed around his cock, her hand moving to the curve of his ass, fingers trailing till they found his hole wet with slick, watching his reaction she plunged a single finger in.
The unexpected intrusion made Eris cry out loudly, his entire body tensing up. But the shock quickly turned into pleasure as Rheana's finger began to move inside him, stretching and preparing him for what was to come and he exploded down her throat. He bucked wildly against her mouth as Rheana drank his release, licking him clean, the dual sensations of her lips working his cock and her finger probing his ass nearly too much to bear in his aftershock, twitching slightly. "Fuck! Rheana… please…"
She pulled off his cock, giving the underside a few long licks, "Please what, my sweet omega?" She teased, her finger still moving in his ass.
Eris's mind was foggy with lust, his thoughts fragmented and incoherent. All he knew was that he needed more, needed Rheana to fill him completely. "Please… fuck me," he begged, his voice strained and desperate. "I need you inside me, now."
"Aww, look at you, you've leaned to beg so sweet," Rheana cooed, using her free hand to stroke his cock as she added another finger in his ass, stretching him
The addition of a second finger sent Eris spiralling even further into madness. He screamed out loud, his body shaking violently under Rheana's relentless assault. His cock throbbed in her hand, slowly growing hard again.
"Cauldron… yes!" he roared, feeling her fingers curl inside him, stroking that sweet spot that drove him insane. "I'm…!"
The second orgasm hit Eris like a sudden tidal wave, sweeping him off his feet and carrying him away on its crest. His cock pulsed violently in Rheana's hand, his seed spurting forth in thick ropes that landed on his own chest and stomach. His cries echoed throughout the room, raw and primal, as he rode out the waves of pleasure that racked his body.
As the spasms finally subsided, leaving him panting heavily, Eris managed to open his eyes. He looked down at himself, covered in his own cum, and then at Rheana who was still there between his spread legs. A lazy smile crept onto his lips, satisfaction painting his features.
"Feeling better, my darling?" Rheana cooed, asking softly, still stroking him in his after-shock, "Do you want more?"
Eris let out a content sigh, feeling utterly spent but also incredibly sated. His muscles relaxed, the tension seeping out of him slowly. "Yes," he admitted breathlessly, looking into Rheana's eyes. "I always want more when it comes to you."
Rheana stood up to her full height, pulling her fingers out of his ass, he didn't know when, but she had removed her clothes, his eyes wide as he sees her wearing her strap, deep purple in colour and fit her taste perfectly, "Well then, hope you're prepared." She smiled sweetly.
Eris watched, captivated, as Rheana stood up. His gaze drifted lower, taking in the sight of her naked body, curves highlighted in the dim lighting of their bedroom. His eyes widened further when he saw the strap hanging from her hips. He swallowed hard, anticipation coursing through his veins.
"I'm ready," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "For whatever you want to do to me."
She smiled, getting on top of him to position herself on him, Eris gasped as he felt the tip of the strap against his ass, she pushed in fully, stretching his ass completely he groaned sharply as Rheana impaled him on her strap-on, the thick shaft stretching his ass to its limits. He felt every inch of her penetrate him, filling him completely. The pressure was intense, almost painful, but it was a good kind of pain, one that only served to heighten his arousal.
His hands flew to her hips, gripping tightly as he tried to adjust to the sudden invasion. Rheana started to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Eris moaning in ecstasy. With each thrust, he felt himself being driven deeper into the mattress, his body submitting completely to hers.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Rheana pumped her hips, driving the glass strap in and out of Eris's stretched asshole. The slickness of his own fluids provided the perfect lubrication, allowing her to move with ease.
Eris's moans grew louder, more desperate, as he surrendered to the pleasure. His hands gripped her hips harder, urging her on, pleading silently for more. The sensation of being filled so completely, of having his ass pounded by Rheana's strap, hitting the sweet spot inside him with every stroke, was intoxicating, driving him closer and closer to the brink of another orgasm.
Eris loved every moment of being pegged by Rheana, relishing in the way her hips ground against his ass, the way her strap filled him completely. He could feel every ridge and bump of the glass toy, each movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.
His moans were constant, his body writhing beneath hers as he gave himself over to the pleasure entirely. His cock throbbed with need, precum leaking steadily from the tip. He was so close, teetering on the edge of another powerful orgasm, pain and pleasure twisting in his belly.
Eris' eyes filled with tears as Rheana leaned forward to kiss his eyes, kissing all over his face, his eyes rolled back in pleasure as Rheana leaned forward to claim his lips in a hard kiss, his legs locked around her as she claimed him with every thrust, "Shhh... Baby, just feel me."
The kiss was hard and passionate, matching the intensity of their lovemaking. As Rheana continued to pound into him, her movements became more erratic, less controlled. Her grip on his hips tightened, her nails digging into his skin slightly.
Eris tried to meet her every thrust, his legs locking around her waist to pull her even closer. The sensation of her strap plunging into him, coupled with the taste of her lips on his, the taste of his cum on her lips and tongue, was enough to send him spiralling towards climax once again.
After several more minutes of relentless pounding, Eris's body finally succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out loudly, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. His cock twitched and spasmed, releasing yet another load of cum onto his stomach.
He went limp underneath Rheana, completely spent and satisfied. His body was covered in a layer of his own sticky fluid, making him look like a work of art. But despite his exhaustion, he couldn't help but reach out for her, wanting to hold onto her as he both came down from his high.
Rheana gently touched his cheeks bringing a small smile to Eris's lips, despite the exhaustion clouding his mind. As she slowly pulled out of him, he let out a low groan, feeling the stretch of his ass as she withdrew.
She took care not to hurt him, her movements slow and measured. She slid off to the side, waving her strap away the way she had done with her clothes, cleaning him fully with the same motion, laying beside him and pulling him into a tender embrace. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath.
Eris clung to Rheana's muscular arms, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held onto her tightly. Soft tears left his eyes, trickling down over the bridge of his nose, his temples and onto the pillow beneath him. He wasn't sure why he was crying, maybe it was just relief from the intense session they'd just had.
Regardless of the reason, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of her, mixed with the lingering smell of sweat and sex, was comforting.
"Eris, you never have to be embarrassed about your needs ever again." Rheana sighed, holding her omega close to her, still sensing his heat, stroking his back gently, "I know you were never allowed to feel your urges fully, but now you can..." She knew, his father had forced him on supplements after whipping him through his heats to try to force him to control his pheromones, but he had failed, because no omega could hold their urges during their heat forever, it wasn't natural to.
He snuggled closer to her, enjoying the warmth of her body and the steady beat of her heart. Despite everything, he felt safe and loved in her arms, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. "You didn't get to cum..." He whispered, his eyes heavy.
"We can worry about me late," Rheana kissed his temple, sending him off to sleep. "Rest well, my love,"
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Eris Week 2024
ERIS MASTERLIST
ACOTAR MASTERLIST
For @erisweekofficial
Day 1 - Protection
Day 2 - Cakes
Day 3 - Cures
Day 4 - Parents/Waterfall
Day 5 - Tangled
Day 6 - Healing Fires/Birthday/Dreams
Day 7 - Sleepy/Hold
Moodboard(s): Brothers
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Chapter Three
Series Masterlist
CW: None
Rheana stood in her parents' shared room in the townhouse, it had been a few weeks since their death. She was in a black dress she'd worn to the Court of Nightmares, for her family's funeral. She decided to take a seat on her parent's bed. A room that was joined to 3 other rooms, the rooms of all their children.
She was looking through her parents' things, deciding on what to do with their things while Rhysand, now High Lord was still with Keir, their uncle. She started looking through her mother's jewellery box and her eyes caught a band, one her father had set down after the death of their mother, saying it was painful to wear it. His mating ceremony band, she recognised it instantly, picking it up. It hummed with power in her hand, glowing bright like starlight.
"Why hello..." She whispered softly to the power in the ring. She tried to put it on her finger, but it didn't fit on her finger, her brow furrowed as she tried again to put the ring on another finger. Her brow furrowed in confusion when the ring wouldn't fit on her fingers, no matter which finger she tried to put her father's mating band on, it would hum with power and refuse to fit.
"Dad told me his ring is magic." A voice filled her mind. Rhysand. "He used to say it would only fit his finger. He would have wanted you to have it, he spelled it would fit his daughters' mate, or just someone who he thought would deserve them."
Hearing those words she decided to search in her mother's jewellery box and found a chain, she looped the ring in it and clasped the chain behind her neck.
She then felt it, a soft humming of power from behind her, she turned around just in time to see Rhysand winnow in, he was wearing a simple tunic, faded dark circles under his violet eyes, just like her's. "Rhys..." She stepped forward and they held each other.
Rheana gasped, feeling Rhysand vibrate with the new powers of being High Lord. As if every cell in his body was vibrating faster than ever before. Rhysand chuckled at her gasp, "Yeah I feel it too, all the time now. It's like all the cells in my body are vibrating with some new power."
Rhysand sighed, feeling their blood pumping hard, he could feel a new power in her sister too, something different from what he had.
"Rhys? What do you think will happen now?" She whispered, holding onto him, the ring on her neck, resting right in the middle of her collarbone, humming with the power.
"I don't know, Rhe. But we'll get through it." Rhysand whispered, pulling away. "I swear, you and I, we will survive this. Together."
Both their eyes were tired, tired of everything. Everything had ended in the first 80 years of their lives. Rheana looked into his eyes as she sighed. "Deal?" She asked, "We will never let each other hurt alone. I'll always be there for you."
"I'll always be there for you, too." Rhysand lifted their joint right hands up, locking their little fingers together. "Deal."
The two looked at ther fingers, at their new tattoo, their bargain, something their father had told was too important to take casually. But they made one now, they promised something important.
They looked at the words tattoed on the side of their little finger in an ancient fae language, surrounded by stars.
Rheana chuckled, pulling her hand away to read the word, "Always." She read with a smile.
"Forever," Rhysand instantly said the word on his tattoo.
"Always and Forever?" Rheana asked softly, taking a seat on the bed.
"I suppose that sounds better than "Forever and Always"." Rhysand sighed, taking a seat next to her.
The two give each other soft smiles as they keep nudging each other with their shoulders until one of them shoves the other off the giant bed. In this case, it was Rheana on the floor with an 'ooff'. Rhysand started to laugh, Rheana smiled at the sound, using her legs to make him fall on the bed on his face.
"Ha! Eat dirt!" Rheana exclaimed, getting up and now laughing at him groaning while getting up.
Silence falls again, but now it's slightly more comfortable, the air isn't as tight.
"So... Do you want help me go through our things." She waved around their parents' room.
Rhysand shook his head, "Not now, maybe tomorrow." He frowned a little, "Or never."
Rheana gave a soft sigh, "Alright, maybe we could..." She looked at the perfume cabinet that was in the room near the grand doors, which held every scent their family had owned. She walked over to the cabinet and Rhysand followed after her.
Rheana pulled out the scents they knew were their fallen family's favourite. Rhysand smiled, lying down on the giant bed in the room, having grabbed his father's favourite fragrance. He sprayed it beside him.
Their sensitive noses caught the scent instantly. It smelled like their mother. Of course, it was their father's favourite.
Rheana layed down next to him, sighing at the smell of their mother that now coated the air.
Soon, the air was filled with the scent of their family, Rhysand and Rheana got closer on the bed and in time, they held each other. Silent tears fell from their violet eyes, onto their tanned cheeks, they were silent, holding each other, their head into each other's shoulder till they passed out.
3 months had passed since Rhysand had returned, Rheana had been living with Rhysand in the townhouse, taking care of everything for him. She noticed how he faked a smile around everyone, herself included. The only time he would get a smile show was when he would talk of his mate.
"Feyre, her name is Feyre." He'd told her with a child-like smile while they ate at the dining table, and he looked like a happy little babe whenever he talked about her.
She had smiled and nodded at everything he told her about his mate. She just agreed to everything. Yes, his Feyre darling was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen, yes, his Feyre darling would be the most powerful High Fae since he had convinced the other High Lords to give her their powers when she had been killed...
Then, some things got upsetting, namely that Feyre was with Tamlin of all High Lords. Out of all 6 other High Lords, his mate was with the one male who they had the worst relations with.
Almost every night Rhysand would wake up screaming, throwing up on the floor beside his nightstand. Rheana would winnow behind him, holding him and rubbing his back to calm him while he threw up anything he had eaten.
The same had happened tonight, but this time, Rhysand had managed to make it to his bathroom, throwing up over the porcelain sink basin.
"Rhysie?" Rheana appeared almost instantly, rubbing his back up and down while she summoned some water for him. She calms him down and helps him sit on his bed. She holds the glass of water to his lips for him after he has washed his mouth.
She waits for him to talk, but he doesn't. "What was it this time, Rhys...?" She asks, knowing that his dear mate didn't know how to not shove everything she was feeling down the bargain, and he felt whatever she was feeling, which recently was a lot of pain and sorrow, hence Rhysand throwing up of pain.
"She. She's about to marry him in a few days. It's making her nervous." He says after finishing the water.
Now it was Rheana's time to gag and dry heave, "That asshole? She's planning to marry that?"
Rhysand chuckled at his sister's dramatic antics, "If she really wants to marry him, I won't stop her. I just want her to be happy."
She had not wanted to marry Tamlin. That much was sure when Rhysand was filled with regret and pain not his own the next day, it only increased as the evening drew near.
The two siblings had decided that Rhysand needed to get her out of there, especially as Feyre's panic went through their bargain with Rhysand. A bargain they had made Under the Mountain, was to live one week every month of her life with him, in exchange for him healing her.
Rhysand had gone to mess up the wedding by calling in their bargain, only to get her away from Spring. While Rheana was busy setting up the house that they'd be using on Feyre's stays, she was setting the pillows in Feyre's room when she heard her brother winnow in on the balcony, she inched closer and she saw them.
Rhysand in his Court of Nightmare's attire, and the female she assumed was his mate, Feyre, in the most hideous and overdone wedding dress known to faekind. She watched with a smile that kept getting bigger and bigger as the two squabbled and tried to one-up each other, Rhysand wanted a thank you for saving her while Feyre just wished to go home.
"I'm willing to accept your thanks any time, you know." Her brother had said after minutes of telling Feyre how he knew she needed help and claimed that now everyone could blame the wedding not going well on him when it happened. Rheana's new favourite memory was made as Feyre took off her shoe and flung it as hard as she could and it hit right at the back of Rhysand's head.
Rheana couldn't help the loud bark of a laugh that came from her throat, giving up her position to the two standing there glaring daggers at each other, Feyre with her other shoe in hand. "Oh cauldron boil me, that was wonderful!"
Rheana looked up to her brother now glaring at her and Feyre looked a little shocked to see her, setting her shoe down when Rheana made her way close to them after getting caught lurking.
"Hi, I'm Rheana!" She exclaimed now standing between the mates, her eyes on Feyre. She could feel a power in Feyre, not normal Fea powers, but there was something different in her after she had received just a kernel of power from all the High Lords to be brought back as High Fae. "This shithead's sister." Rhysand simply rolled his eyes.
Feyre chuckled at her wording and seemed to finally smile. "Hello, I'm Feyre." Rheana could see the female looking at her, her new Fae body carried her with a level of elegance and grace as her eyes downcast completely before tilting her head back to her head, seeing her tall frame and then met back up to her eyes.
A blush appeared on Feyre's cheeks when she saw that Rheana had caught her staring, "Well, nice to meet you..." She said rather awkwardly, "I didn't think I'd be around anyone else this week, I don't know if I could have handled a week of just Rhysand."
Rhysand glared at his sister as she laughed "Oh, I don't know how I handle it now, when I was younger I would just travel around Prythian almost every other day. I'm quite a diplomat." She winked at her.
Rhysand cleared his throat to get their attention and then he gave Rheana a pointed look, "Sister, get back. It's enough of this little chit chat."
Rheana sighed, turning to Feyre she gave a big fake frown, "Well, big brother's orders. Good bye." Feyre nodded at her as she winnowed away.
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Chapter Four
Series Masterlist
Cw: Mentions of blood and torture
Rheana sat in a room filled with clothes, dresses and tunics, some fully done, some half made while some were just drawings on parchment of papers. She sat in this place whenever she wanted peace and silence, the room in the House of Winds where her mother had made their clothes when she was alive.
While she and Rhysand had been going through their parents' things, she had found this room and had wanted to keep it as it was. Rheana, a female who wasn't quite into the art of dressmaking but in a way of carrying her mother with her, she had chosen to get into it.
Taking over her mother's work made her feel close to her even in death, being in that very room made her feel as if her mother was looking down at what she was looking over her shoulder and commenting on how well she had learned to draw, how she could improve the design of the skirts of the dresses. What magic she had put in the room made Rheana think that a part of her mother was still living on, and she would carry it for as long as she could, stay in this room for as long as she could
There had been many incomplete drawings that her mother had done before she passed, which she had decided to try to complete. Rheana had taken over her seamstress work even if she never sold them, she only made clothes for their inner Circle.
Rheana held a drawing of some Illyrian fighting gear, something she had added to the collection of clothes her mother made. A collection that had several grand dresses and tunics, even some shirts and pants to them.
Some clothes were always kept in the room, washed, steamed and pressed to perfect to be preserved, She sat in the chair in front of some drawings scattered on the table. She looked at the intricate handmade dresses that hung in a charmed dresser, she wondered if Feyre would fit in those dresses and coats. If her mother's magic would acknowledge her as Rhysand's mate. If the dresses would find a permanent owner.
She smiled softly, her brother's mate. Rhysand had found his mate. Rheana's eyes then went to another dresser, a pair of fancy tunics, cloaks and coats that her mother had made for her mate. Her mate. Rheana gave the same bittersweet smile she had on her lips every time she opened that dresser and felt the fabric of those clothes.
Her hand trailed over the sleeves of a tunic, the fabric soft in her hands. A mate. Someone who was made to fit with her perfectly, her equal.
She looked up to the sunrise through the window and simply hoped, hoped that she would come across her mate.
It had been a week since Feyre had gotten to the Night Court, Rhysand had decided to spend the week he had with Feyre in his court away from the house where she stayed. Rheana was sure she had been in that place more times than Rhysand, even if she was in the shadows and didn't interact with Feyre.
They spend their time in the House of Winds, war planning with their inner circle, in a room of the House there was a giant map of their world, Hybern was enemy territory, and Prythian was divided after Amarantha. Something they were sure of was a trial of how long Hybern could have their courts under their control.
Rheana and Azriel were in charge of catching the Illyrians who had sided with Amarantha for their selfish reason to expand their already large territories in the mountains, Cassian sometimes joined their hunting when he wished to distract himself with Devlon and his unhelpful nature, especially regarding the three of them.
Rheana flared her winds as she stared down Velaris from the House before Azriel joined her, a few cold shadows of his stroking her cheeks and neck, some on her waist, the darkness holding her like her lover, she'd felt the shadows before she knew Azriel had snuck up next to her, and the two shared a look before diving to fly, his shadows returning to sit on his shoulders. Azriel had gotten intel from his spies where some Illyrian males were hiding. Hiding because they knew they had tried to hurt the members of their court. Hiding because they were simply waiting to be caught. They knew they would be.
Rheana flew, her wings flapping to carry her in the wind, she flew slightly faster than Azriel. She was sure she had bigger wings than him but she would never say it to his face. Azriel kept up with her well, flying just beside her. They were soon out of Velaris, diving around the mountains, their eyes scanning the peaks, narrowing to see movement in a cave of the mountains.
She had had a conversation with Rhysand about this with Mor when Feyre thought she had snuck up on them, while they had heard her steps loud and clear. She shuddered at the thought of how many priestesses the destruction of the temple in Cesere had lost their lives, she was upset with herself, they had been too late if it was Hybern who had attacked, which they were sure it was given that the trove that had gone missing.
Mor was still in charge of the Court of Nightmares while Rhysand had too much on his plate, with him discovering how strong Feyre might end up being with proper training, and his own healing. He had told her about how all seven High Lords had come together to give her a piece of their power to bring the human back as High Fae.
Rhysand had not been able to hide from her how worried he was over his mate, it took a day or two before he had made her the drink of her choice, a drink that looked like a galaxy of stars in a fancy wineglass, the scent of vodka and tequila in the air from the drink. It was something she'd drank while at Rita's. Then Rhysand had opened up about how much he hated how thin she had gotten, how he hated that Tamlin had done nothing to help her in any way, not with her literacy or her night terrors. Rhysand used making her drinks as an excuse to line all his thoughts up and get some alcohol in her system before he shared every thought that had been bothering him.
"She's tinner than it should be healthy, she's not happy, she's not healthy, and that damn Ianthe is controlling her so much that she's not herself." Rhysand had paced around in front of her in the middle of the townhouse, his body quite literally shaking in anger. "And don't even get me started on Tamlin."
"You can't control her Rhys, not when so many people are already trying to." She sighed, setting her drink down on a table near her, "Besides, all you can do is let her know she can trust you. And with how you tell me she's been treated, she'll now that she's be safer here than the court she considers home. If you push her too much, you might end up pushing her away."
She had comforted him, and he had told her he was helping her learn to read and write, and she had smacked his shoulder at the sentences he was making her write. But that had soon turned into her going into a fit of laughter.
"Well, I do suppose if you saw something long enough of becomes the truth." She had teased her brother, making him roll his eyes and flip her off before leaving her.
While she and Azriel were out hunting, Rhsyand had winnowed to Spring Court to return Feyre. After a week she was certainly a little better. They had decided to share as minimum information with her, despite Rheana's hatred for Tamlin, they needed his forces on their side, and they needed Feyre to convince him to join them with as little chance of an inter-court war.
Rheana slammed down in front of a cave on a large mountain, she could scent the Illyrian males that were inside it, a coat of fear on them, with the scent of chilled mist, a little cider, Azriel following behind them. She knew Azriel was playing a game when he had wanted them to split up, she knew he knew exactly where they were. There was a sadistic part of him that liked the fear that came from the people he was after when they couldn't see him, but feel him. Just like she knew he was with them inside.
She waited for an Illyrian to show up, getting in a stance to cage them between her and Azriel. With each step they got closer, panicked feet pressing against the soil. Rheana raised her hands, ready to summon her sword, then in an instant a few males were in front of her, sweat on their foreheads. She brought out her sword a whisp of wind blowing by as a blade made of glass was in her hands, vibrating with a dark power.
Seraphim. Firey. With a swing of her sword, the males were frozen standing from the sudden heat that was released from her sword. "Why, hello. We would like to talk." A smirk appeared on her lips.
Rheana had finally managed to get the blood off her from a visit to Azriel's little dungeon in a cave in the mountain the House of Winds was built on. She had just gotten out of her bath, stepping out of the giant tub after cleaning the blood and grime on her. The place now smelled like a chilly night.
She had successfully rubbed the dirt and torture she had caused and watched Azriel do off her body, the Illyrian males they had caught were now nothing more than pieces of limbs she had chopped up. They had gotten to know where the last of the Illyrians who had wanted to hurt someone Under the Mountain and taken Amarantha's orders to torture people of her. Something Rheana had forced out of Rhysand in the past months that he had done out of pressure.
The two siblings had talked and opened up about how they had hurt in the fifty years they had been away from each other like it was just a casual conversation. They had sat together in the library of the House of Winds and Rhysand had chosen to talk to the priestesses about it, Clotho had seen something in his eyes that Rheana would've never even guessed was there the first time he had showed up there. In those months, if she had wanted to find Rhysand, she knew exactly where to look.
She paused a little to look at herself in the mirror, an almost routine to see the scars on her body, the little scars littered all over her body, from afar, not many of them would be visible, but to her, she knew every one of them. And everyone who had put a permanent scar on her had not lived long after that. There was one gash going over her abs, as faint as it was, a few tiny cuts on her thighs and chest.
She didn't turn to see her back, she simply summoned her Illyrian wings, trying to relax. You are ok. She reminded herself, her wings wrapped around her body.
She stared into her eyes in her mirror, and she was brought back to herself at the feeling of black fur by her legs. Her pet. something made purely of fluff.
"Hello, Kallos." She chuckled at the bunny-like creature trying to climb her leg, their furs so dark they were swallowing light, gripping the back of her leg, the claws they had digging into her calf muscles. She looked up, back at herself but now with a smile on her face. Kallos, was a creature with their own power, something that Rheana was one to bring life to.
She snapped her fingers and changed into some comfortable silks to sleep in, "I missed you, Kal." She picked them up and smiled, carrying them both out of the bathroom. She sat the little bunny on her lap to stroke their fur, she began talking to them, Kallos giving little nudges and twitches in replies.
"...and so Feyre, Rhysie's mate, hit him with a shoe..." She snorted softly, "You should have been there when I told Cass and Az, they died laughing."
She summoned some food for Kallos, feeding them some vegetables and their liquids. After they had finished their food, with a wave of her hand, Kallos turned from a bunny to a dragon, a smaller form of a full-grown dragon while still being one, their dark eyes were now a little clearer to see when they were not covered with fur.
Kallos, now a dragon rubbed their back against her stomach, sighs of content leaving their snout as Rheana scratched their head. "Would you like some meat now, Kallie?" She cooed softly.
Even if Kallos could get their food themself, go out hunting or bother the other members of the inner circle, Rheana tried to find time to give them food herself. Rheana then summoned some slabs of raw Illyrian meat that Kallos devoured the second they appeared in the air. She smiled watching their wings flutter to make them fly to get the meat as she summoned the pieces higher and higher to make Kallos fly as she sat near her window of the House of Winds, her legs tucked close to her chest.
Kallos joined her in her seat after, their head nuzzling into her cheeks making her cringe slightly from the scent of raw meat. "Come now... Clean yourself after you've eaten." She tuts, but smiled when Kallos poked their tongue out at her, a spark making their entire body freshly clean.
"See! You don't even need to even take a proper bath." She pet Kallos' head, "My beauty," She mused as they rested their head on her lap.
She rested her head back against the window, looking at the twinkling stars. The stars glowed brighter in the acknowledgement of the starlight in her eyes.
"Good Night, Kallos. Sleep well." She sighed, summoning a blanket for the dragon in her lap as they began to fall asleep.
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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
MAIN MASTERLIST
Happy Kinktober everyone! Enjoy <3 (not posting in order)
Heart (Autassassinophilia with Rheana (Oc) x Eris)
Summary: Rheana is jealous watching Eris charm a court female, she sets out to make sure he knows who his heart belongs to.
Shifter (Futanari with Feyre x Reader, Rhysand mentioned) pt 2 of Rita's
Summary: After taking you home, Feyre has more fun with you
Naughty kitten (Pet play with Sylus x Reader)
Summary: Sending a pic of yourself laying in Sylus' bed half naked to him gets you in trouble when he gets home earlier than planned.
Dark (Shadow play with The Darkling x Reader)
Summary: The Darkling uses a merzost creature to take care of you after an intense training session. Using you as practice for the magic.
Berkin (Gangbang with Cazriel x Elsie (Oc) x Feysand)
Summary: Elsie and Feyre get invited to join their mates in the berkin on their annual Winter Solstice traditions.
Cold (Temperature play with Zayne x Reader)
Summary: After suffering from a little heatstroke, Zayne takes on the responsibility of cooling you down.
Firsts (Parthenophillia with Tamsand x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhysand teach Tamlin how to give and receive pleasure.
Demonic (Monsterfucking with Sylus x Reader)
Summary: After hearing what the common folk of the N109 zone think Sylus truly looks like, you didn't believe them, then, you took him up on his offer to take his brooch the easier way.
Moonlight (Spectrophilia with Azriel x Reader)
Summary: No one sees him, no one feels him but you, and your mate is quite a jealous male over those who you can see
Sharing (Free Use with Cassian x Fia (Oc), Nesta mentioned, Feysand's partner)
Summary: While her partners are busy, Fia knocked on Cassian and Nesta's door for company, Cassian answered.
Ease (Blood play with Rafayel x Reader)
Summary: Missing his bodyguard, Rafayel decides to visit you and ends up comforting you through your cramps.
Shaken (Overstimulation with Stermhond x Reader)
Summary: Being unable to sleep at night on the Volkvolny, the Stermhond provides you with the perfect distraction.
Session (Role play with Zayne x Reader)
Summary: Your appointment with your doctor.
Ruined (Femdom with Rafayel x Reader)
Summary: Gem Affection Au, having a little peace and quiet with Rafayel after a long day socialising
Clubs (Triple penetration with Batboys x Reader)
Summary: Morden AU, working in a strip club, you got your fair share of customers who offered you payment for vip services even when you never did, until you finally chose to.
As you all can see, I did not post it soon... But still, here it is :)
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My personal fav was
"He knew if she did kill him here and now, she would drag him back from death's clutches by his ankle just to take him all over again."
Like... Me next pls, Rhea <3
Heart
"Autassassinophilia" with:
Rheana x Eris (See Rheana here)
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Summary: Rheana is jealous watching Eris charm a court female, she sets out to make sure he knows who his heart belongs to.
Cw: Blood, claws, death kink, MxF, Smut 18+ MDNI
Rheana was sure there was steam coming out from her ears, watching a female set her arm on Eris' biceps, her Eris. Her violet eyes were dark in anger as Eris played along, the female was of some noble line, and Rheana didn't care to know the exact descendance of the female, who was too close to her mate. Hers. Eris was hers. Not of this random bitch who didn't get any hints. This was the third event where she kept trying to flirt with Rheana's Eris. She knew they needed the support of the female's father so Eris was entertaining her, but it didn't make it any easier to watch.
As Rheana gripped her wine glass too hard, she felt a wave of jealousy wash over her. The sight of Eris playing nice with another female who was all over him was almost unbearable for her. She could feel her cheeks burning up with rage, yet she maintained an outward composure. She took a long sip from her glass, savouring the cool liquid as it slid down her throat.
Meanwhile, across the room, Eris engaged in small talk with the noble female. The female had her hand resting on Eris' bicep, too close for his liking, seemingly oblivious to the tension brewing between him and Rheana. Eris smiled and nodded at whatever she was saying. Feeling the heat radiating off of Rheana, Eris shot her a quick glance, his amber eyes filled with worry and love, feeling her jealousy down their mating bond.
Rheana stormed towards Eris, her violet eyes were aflame with fury. She had reached her limit, her patience wearing thin like a thread about to snap. She didn't even bother to hide her disdain for the noble female, her every step heavy and purposeful.
Eris watched her approach, his heart pounding in his chest, not only from the sight of her advancing wrathfully, but also from the undeniable attraction he felt for her, dressed in deep red that complimented her tanned brown skin beautifully. His eyes met hers, and he quickly disengaged himself from the noble female, offering her a polite smile before turning fully to face Rheana.
"Rhea," He murmured softly, reaching out to touch her arm gently, trying to soothe her with his presence alone.
Hearing her name from his lips eased her instantly, feeling him press his concern and comfort into the bond they shared, "Eris, darling. Walk with me." Without waiting for a response from her mate, she pulled him with her.
As Rheana dragged Eris away from the gathering, her grip on his hand was firm, almost possessive. She led him through the winding corridors of the estate, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The air around them seemed to vibrate with tension and unspoken desire.
Once they reached a secluded alcove, Rheana turned to face Eris, her hands finding purchase in his broad chest. Her violet eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. "I couldn't stand seeing you with her," She hissed, her voice low and husky, "She doesn't deserve your attention." She smashed her lips against his.
"Seeing her hands all over you," She continued, her lips and tongue aggressive against his, her hands gripping onto him, "I wanted to rip her apart for touching what's mine." She bit down on his lips, pulling them with her, nearly drawing blood.
Eris groaned under her aggressive touch, his cock twitching to life under his formal trousers, his thumb brushing against her cheekbone. "Oh, Rhea. Please-"
Eris groaned again as Rheana's nails dug into his chest, leaving faint red marks on his skin over his tunic. He could feel his cock hardening rapidly, straining against the confines of his pants. Rheana's aggressive nature always drove him wild with desire.
"Please what, darling?" Rheana purred, her hand trailing down his body until she cupped the growing bulge in his trousers. She squeezed it roughly, eliciting another moan from Eris. "Please stop? Or please continue?"
"More-" Eris gasped, "Please more."
Her other hand found its way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. She nipped at his earlobe, whispering heatedly, "I want everyone to know that you're mine. That you belong to me and no one else."
The moment of restraint snapped, and without another word, Rheana pressed herself against Eris, wrapping her strong arms around his neck. Her lips crashed into his once again, her tongue tangling with his in a heated dance of lust and possession.
Rheana winnowed Eris to their shared chambers, removing both their formal wear with a wave of her hand, drinking in the sight of Eris naked under her.
His amber eyes traced every curve and contour of her body, having committed each detail to memory. The sight of her bare before him ignited a fire within him, his cock already throbbing with need.
His hands roamed over her body, starting from her shoulders and trailing down to her waist. He lingered on her abdomen, taking pleasure in every ripple of muscle he found there. The sensation of his fingertips tracing over her skin sent jolts of electricity coursing through his veins, fueling his arousal.
He leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting over her earlobe as he whispered, "Your body is a work of art, Rhea." Eris' words were barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. He was lost in the depths of her violet gaze, mesmerized by the hunger he saw reflected back at him. With a growl, he captured her lips once more, kissing her with a fervour that bordered on desperation.
As their tongues danced, Eris' hands continued their exploration, slipping lower to cup the plush curves of Rheana's ass. He squeezed the supple skin, pulling her flush against his body. The rigid length of his cock rubbed against her stomach, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.
"As is yours, my love." Rheana purred, her nails shifting into claws from the darkness within, "Inside and out." She brought her claws down on his pale scarred chest. As Rheana's claws descended upon Eris' chest, he let out a sharp cry, his back arching involuntarily. The pain was intense, but it only served to heighten his arousal. His blood began to seep from the wounds, staining Rheana's nails crimson.
Eris, despite the pain, found himself drawn to her primal display of dominance. He reached out, his hands gripping her hips firmly. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, his throbbing cock, painfully hard nestled against her stomach.
"My mate," He breathed, his voice husky with desire. "Take me. Please."
A feral grin spread across Rheana's face as she watched Eris writhe beneath her claws in his chest, his cries of pain mingling with his pleas for her touch. The sight of his blood dripping from her nails only fueled her desire, and she revelled in the power she held over him.
"Oh I plan to..." Rheana smirked, her eyes black with the darkness in her blood, her skin losing its colour, leaving her paler, her clawed hand dug further into his chest, palm wrapping around his frantically beating heart. "Who does this belong to?"
Rheana's hand tightened around Eris' heart, squeezing it rhythmically, mimicking the act of normal beats. With a guttural moan, Eris nodded, his amber eyes glazed over with lust and pain. He knew better than to resist Rheana when she was wild, untamed, and completely in control, not that he ever wanted to.
The sensation of her claws digging deeper into his chest, her hand wrapped around his heart, made his head spin. It was an intoxicating blend of agony and pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge. "Yours," He gasped out, his voice laced with both pain and desire. "Every inch of me belongs to you, Rhea."
Eris gasped sharply, his body trembling beneath Rheana's touch. The sensation of her claws wrapped around his heart sent shockwaves of painful pleasure coursing through his veins. His cock twitched and pulsed, smearing pre-cum over her abdomen as she tightened her grip on his vital organ.
"Only your," he managed to choke out again, his voice strained with a mixture of agony and ecstasy. "My heart belongs to you, always."
Despite the excruciating pain, Eris found himself lost in the depths of Rheana's obsidian eyes. The darkness within her called to something primal inside him, awakening a hunger that demanded to be satisfied. He craved her touch, her domination, her complete control over him.
"Good boy," Rheana purred, her hand pumping blood throughout his body, a thrill coursed through her, feeling his twisted pleasure at her actions, "All mine."
As Rheana pumped his heart, Eris could do nothing but surrender to the exquisite torment. His body trembled uncontrollably, his mind clouded by the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. Each pump of her hand elicited a choked moan from his lips, spurring her on.
Rheana's hand continued its rhythmic pulsing, pumping blood through Eris' veins and forcing him to endure the exquisite torture, it felt to him that each pump of blood was going straight to his cock. His body convulsed with each heartbeat, his muscles taut with strain, his teeth clenched so hard they ached.
Despite the overwhelming sensations, Eris' mind remained lucid enough to appreciate the erotic beauty of the scene. Rheana, his mate, dominated him with such raw intensity, it was a fantasy come to life. Her dark beauty, her feral grace, the way her claws glistened with his blood, it all combined to create a vision of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Yes… Yours," he groaned, his head thrown back in rapture, body aching all over. "Use me however you please."
Rheana reached her free hand down, finding his cock, she chuckled. "Just me, remember, no random female can make you feel this way, get you this hard. Just me. I could kill you like this but you'd die oh so happy, won't you?"
With her free hand, Rheana began to stroke Eris' cock, her movements slow and deliberate. Each pass of her fingers along his length sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, mixing with the pain of her clutching hand. Her chuckle was low and sultry, sending chills racing across his skin.
A strangled gasp escaped Eris' lips as Rheana's skilled fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. The dual sensations of her stroking hand and the relentless pumping of her other, still clutched around his heart, pushed him to the brink of madness.
"Yes, just you," He rasped, his voice hoarse with desire and pain. Eris' hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of her touch, craving the exquisite torment she inflicted upon him. "Just you..."
Her words about killing him sent a shiver down his spine, both terrifying and arousing. The thought of dying in her arms, overwhelmed by the intensity of their bond, was almost too much to bear. Almost. The reality of her threat hung heavily between them, adding an edge of danger to their passionate exchange. Yet, instead of fear, Eris felt only a deeper longing for her.
The knowledge that she could end his life at any moment only heightened his arousal. Every brush of her fingers against his skin, every look in her eyes, was a promise of the ultimate surrender.
As Rheana continued to stroke him, Eris let out a shuddering sigh. His cock throbbed in her hand, leaking precum freely. "Gods, Rhea," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I'm yours."
"That's a good boy," Rheana hummed, Eris' world narrowed to the sensations coursing through his body as Rheana worked him toward climax. Her skilled fingers milked his cock, coaxing forth ropes of hot cum that splattered across them. The twist of her claws on his heart as he reached his peak sent waves of agonized bliss crashing over him, quite literally tugging on his heartstrings.
Eris was sure he saw the gates of the afterlife behind his eyelids, he would happily land there, Rheana's touch, his cock and heart in her fists, was branded in his being. He knew if she did kill him here and now, she would drag him back from death's clutches by his ankle just to take him all over again.
A hoarse cry tore from his throat, echoing through the room as he surrendered to the intensity of his release, blood and cum mixing over his abdomen. His vision blurred, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he rode the crest of prolonged ecstasy. At that moment, he belonged entirely to her, his very essence pouring out in an offering to the female who held his fate in her hands, floating in limbo as she drew every single drop of release from his cock.
Rheana watched as Eris came undone under her touch, his cock spasming in her hand as hot spurts of cum painted his stomach and hers. She gave a wicked smile as she felt his heart flutter in her grasp, slowing down as he reached his orgasm.
"That's it," she whispered, continuing to stroke him until he had nothing left to give. Only then did she release him, letting his cock soften. "Such a good boy," She cooed, brushing her thumb across his sensitive tip as she admired her handy work.
His blood on his chest was a stark contrast against his pale skin, her hand still deep in his chest, a memento of their intimate play. Rheana couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what she had created of him.
Eris melted into their bed, spent and panting, breaths coming in short gasps. His heart raced wildly in her grasp, still pounding out a desperate rhythm that begged for her mercy.
"Aww, look at you, all spent," As Rheana's mouth met his in a soft, tender kiss, Eris melted against her, weak from his orgasm and blood loss. The contrast between her gentle caress and the brutal strength she wielded was intoxicating. It was a dance of contrasts, the sweetness of her kiss versus the raw power of her grip on his heart.
She tasted like sin and salvation, her lips moving against his in a rhythm that spoke volumes about her desires. Eris returned the kiss with equal parts desperation and devotion.
Rheana savoured the taste of Eris' lips, her tongue delving into his mouth to claim him once more. Their tongues danced in a sensual waltz, each twist and stroke igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.
As their kiss deepened, Rheana's claws gently retracted from Eris' chest, allowing his heart to resume its natural rhythm. However, the lingering ache served as a poignant reminder of the intensity of their passion.
"I love you, Rh- Rhea." He murmured against her lips, his voice laced with adoration and desire, tired.
Rheana watched his chest heal back, and smiled softly at Eris' declaration, her eyes gleaming with emotion and satisfaction. She brought her blood-stained hand up to cup his cheek, smearing a streak of crimson across his skin. "And I love you, my mate," she replied, her voice a husky whisper filled with devotion and primal possession.
Eris leaned into her touch, his gaze locking onto hers as he basked in the warmth of her affection. The smear of blood on his cheek only added to the raw, animalistic intimacy of the moment. He felt claimed, possessed, and utterly cherished by the female above him.
As Rheana's lips touched his own again, Eris' senses went haywire. The taste of her, the softness of her mouth, and the lingering warmth of her cruel embrace were intoxicating. Each word spoken between their locked lips sent a jolt straight to his core, stirring him from the exhausted slump he'd fallen into. He matched her passion, plunging his tongue into her warm mouth, twining it with hers in a dance of desire and devotion.
"We should return to the party soon," Rheana kissed down his jaw sweetly, cleaning both of them up with a wave of her hand. "If you're lucky, I'll ride you tonight."
Eris shivered at the promise in her voice, his spent body already responding to the mere suggestion of her riding him. He nodded, knowing they needed to rejoin the festivities, but also aware that their time apart would only serve to heighten the anticipation.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, despite the exhaustion etched across his face. "Then I'll be the luckiest male alive," He breathed out. "I already am."
With a final, searing kiss, Rheana helped Eris to his feet, steadying him as he regained his balance. The evidence of their tryst had vanished, leaving no trace save for the lingering scent of sex and the satisfied glint in their eyes.
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Flames And Darkness
Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Original Female Character
ACOTAR MASTERLIST
In the world of boundaries and expectations, a spirit powered by the magic of Night found her way to blur the lines a map of her world had given. To learn everything the world had to offer.
In the dark, their eyes met, and a forbidden path lay before them. A path The Cauldron and The Mother themselves had woven for them to walk on together
Content Table:
Moodboard
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen (coming soon)
(all characters belong to SJM, the writer of the ACOTAR series, except for Rheana, my original character)
(any images/gifs used in the series do not belong to me until stated otherwise)
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Parents
Eris Vanserra x Rheana (See Rheana here)
For @erisweekofficial
Eris week 2024 Masterlist
Day 4: Traditions
Summary: Eris and Rheana celebrate being parents the night before their daughter's birthday
Cw: Cute mate shit, slightly sexual, mention of Eris obsessed with Rheana's mom body
"Is it a tradition if we do it more than once?"
Rheana asked as she chuckled, leaning into Eris who poured wine into her glass, filling it with the expensive golden liquid. Eris wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her close as he kissed her temple.
"I think so," Eris smiled lovingly at her, "We can make it a proper tradition if we do it continuously for years to come." He sipped from his own glass, humming at the taste.
"To us, Mrs Vanserra." Eris smiles, clinking his wine glass with hers. "And our little family."
"To us and our little family." Rheana smiled, drinking in her wine.
Both the mates were sitting on the floor of their chambers, a lively fire awake from Eris' peaceful mood, crackling gently. It had been two years since they had been blessed with a child, a daughter and even if the birth of their child wasn't as uneventful as they had hoped it could be, it didn't stop them from celebrating a new milestone in their relationship, just had they had done when she turned one. It was nearly sunset when they had put her to sleep and were now having dinner in the comfort of their room.
Since then, they would snuggle near a cosy fire, food and drinks near them, the night when she was born they would have their own little celebration, where they were expected to always be formal, they would be sitting on the floor, food from a fancy place with them in their sleep clothes.
Rheana leaned over slightly, her hand gently brushing against Eris's as she reached for a piece of fruit. "She's such sweet babe. Just like her mother." She winked at Eris, who chuckled softly.
Eris returned the smile, his fingers tracing circles on the back of Rheana's hand. "Yes, just like her mother. But don't forget, she also takes after her father in many ways." His gaze softened as he looked into Rheana's eyes, a gentle warmth spreading through him, pressing her closer to him by her shoulder. "She's got her father's hair, you know." He smiled identically to her.
"I like this..." Rheana buried her face in Eris' shoulder chuckling softly as he brought a forkful of casserole, she opened her mouth to take it, moaning softly at the taste. "And I love you."
"I love you too, my gorgeous High Lady." Eris chuckled, taking a bite of his own, smiling as Rheana offered him her fitter, something she had grown to love in her time in Autumn.
Eris smirked, resting his head back, "You have to admit, Rhea, Autumn food is way better than Night's."
"Oh please, Night court cuisines, it's not authentic here, you loved the Illyrian dishes I made while we were there." Rheana rolled her eyes. "Also we have better desserts... Like the cocoa is so rich back home, nothing compares to it..."
"You're so gorgeous..." Eris whispered watching her ramble on about Night Court desserts, eyes soft in admiration as he looked down at her body.
Rheana paused, then smirked at the sudden change of conversation, "Yeah?"
Eris sighed, leaning into her, face pressed into her shoulder, "I've been fascinated by you the instant I laid eyes on you, you are devine."
Rheana chuckled leaning back a little, "Er..." She ran her hand through his long hair, squealing as Eris buried his face in her breasts, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses on her cleavage.
As Eris buried his face into Rheana's chest, she felt a rush of warmth and excitement coursing through her veins. His words, filled with adoration and desire, echo in her ears, stirring something deep within her.
She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer, her fingers tracing patterns along his shoulder blades and neck. The sensation of his breath against her skin sends shivers down her spine, causing her nipples to harden beneath the fabric of her dress
"I'm so obsessed with you, how your body has changed," Eris kissed over the exposed part of her breasts from her nightgown, hands reaching down to feel her widened hips, "The gorgeous mother of my child."
As Eris spoke, Rheana felt a shiver run through her body, her heart pounding in her chest. She leaned into his touch, letting out a soft moan as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips against her skin.
"You're even more beautiful now," Eris's hands roam over Rheana's curves, exploring every inch of her newly formed body. He takes in the sight of her swollen breasts, the faint softness of her stomach with muscles that she had regained, and the slight wideness of her hips that had never been there before. A low growl escapes his throat, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. His kisses trail lower, following the curve of her collarbone until they reach the top of her dress. "I didn't think it was possible."
Rheana was smiling, letting Eris pull her under him, hands reaching up her nightdress, "You're so obsessed with me." She teased him, dragging the words, her voice singing, holding his jaw and pulling him in a kiss.
Feeling Rheana's hands on his face, Eris deepens their kiss, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her lips. His grip on her hips tightens, his nails biting into her skin just enough to send a thrill of pleasure up her spine. "You have no idea how much," He murmurs against her lips, pulling away from the kiss only to pepper her face with small, teasing bites. "How could anyone resist the beautiful female you are?" He moves one hand from her hip, allowing his fingers to trace a path down her body until they find the hem of her nightdress.
With a tender smile, Rheana looked at Eris, her heart fluttering with love and affection. "I couldn't be more happy than I am right now." She leaned into Eris's embrace, feeling the warmth of her mate's body against hers.
Eris smiled warmly, his cheeks blushing with fire slightly at Rheana's words. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her cheeks before whispering, "I'm so grateful to have you by my side, my dearest mate. You've given me everything I could ever ask for... Our beautiful daughter, a life filled with love and happiness... You've loved me so much more than I have felt in my life in just a mere decade of it." He laughed lightly, nuzzling his nose with hers.
The crackling of the fire and the soft sound of rain outside created a soothing melody that seemed to enhance the intimate moment between them, the lively fire gentle.
Eris pulled himself off her, pulling his mate to straddle his lap and cuddling close to each other as the moon rose higher, and the rain continued its gentle patter outside. Eris gently ran his fingers through Rheana's hair, occasionally planting soft kisses on her forehead, her cheek, and her lips. The atmosphere between them was peaceful and romantic, making both of them feel relaxed and loved.
Eris, feeling content and satisfied, looked into the depths of Rheana's endless violet eyes. His hand moved to cradle her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate yet tender kiss that conveyed all the love he felt for her. The gentle rhythm of their breathing mingled with the soft sounds of the night around them, the distant rumble of thunder, and the soothing lullaby of the rain. They were cocooned in their own world, oblivious to everything else but each other. As they broke away from the kiss, Eris whispered, "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Rheana."
"You are too romantic, Eris darling." Rheana smiles, tasting the food and alcohol on his lips.
Eris chuckled at her response. He wrapped his arms around Rheana, holding her close as he spoke, "And you, my love, are the reason why I wake up every morning with a smile on my face."
"Sap." Rheana snorted, playfully hitting Eris' head, "I like it a lot"
Eris laughed at her playful attack, ducking slightly to avoid her hit. "Well, I'm glad you do," he said, grinning widely as he pulled her further onto his lap. "Because I plan on being just as mushy in the future, now that I freely have you." He smiled as Rheana cooed and kissed over his face.
As the night wore on, Eris and Rheana sat together on the bed, lost in conversation and laughter. The storm outside passed, leaving behind a calm and peaceful night, the air scent with petrichor. Eris reached over to grab a blanket, wrapping it around both of them as they settled in closer. Rheana rested her head on his shoulder, feeling safe and content in each other's embrace.
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{Eris Taglist- @fxckmiup @slut4acotar @secret-third-thing @shadowsingers-mate @fieldofdaisiies @st4r-girl-official}
{Flames and Darkness Taglist - @anuttellaa @tuggboatfishin @inloveallthetime}
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Defence
Elain x Rheana (See Rheana here)
For @elainarcheronweek
Elain Week 2024 Masterlist
Day 1: Visions
Summary: Rheana wanted to see how far Elain's powers could help her in battle after teaching her some moves to defend herself.
Cw: Fighting, magic, a little blood
Everything was different about the new night, mostly because Elain had been given weapons. She was against the idea of carrying around a sword so Rheana had provided her with a few knives and daggers to pick from, Elain knew that battle was coming, with everything surrounding the mortal queen's death after the Blood Rite by Nesta, Beron's league with the Death God, whatever it was that Eris was secretly planning. She knew that another war was coming, so she had taken up Rheana on her offer to teach her some defence since offence wasn't her style, it was only their third training that Elain had a dagger with her.
She stood in her gardens, the nervousness knawing at her. Elain's fingers danced over the hilt of the dagger, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The cool metal offered little comfort as she felt the weight of impending danger pressing down on her. Despite her reservations, she knew she needed this training. It was more than just self-defence now, it was survival.
Rheana watched her student intently, noting every twitch of anxiety and each hesitant movement. She was a patient teacher, understanding the need for caution when dealing with someone who had never had any training before.
"Relax your grip," Rheana instructed gently, "you're not trying to strangle the blade." Her voice was calm and soothing, but there was an underlying steel in her tone that spoke volumes about her own experience in combat.
Elain took a deep breath, relaxing her grip on the Illyrian dagger. "Okay... How... How do we do this?"
"We start with hand to hand combat like always." Rheana gave a reassuring grin, watching Elain stand in a correct stance, "Remember, the best offence is a good defence. Simple moves like I've shown you before, alright?"
Rheana circled Elain slowly, her eyes locked onto her student's form. With lightning speed, she lunged forward, aiming a punch towards Elain's ribs. At the last second, Rheana pulled back her punches as much as she could, allowing Elain to practice her evasion techniques.
Elain reacted instinctively, shifting her weight to the side and raising her arms to block the incoming blow. The movement wasn't as clumsy and slow as before but not well enough compared to Rheana's fluid grace, but it was a start.
Rheana nodded approvingly, "Good girl." Rheana praised the second time Elain evaded her attack, and then the third. "A little tougher now. Again!"
Elain stepped back again to move out of the way of the punch, but Rheana swiftly landed another punch to her gut. Elain doubled over, gasping for air as pain exploded in her abdomen. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes but she blinked them away stubbornly, refusing to let them fall. Rheana was right beside her in an instant, steadying Elain with a firm hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Rheana apologized sincerely, "Are you alright?" Her brow furrowed with concern as she examined Elain's face closely, she was holding back her punches, but those hits would still bruise her.
Elain looked pale and shaken but determined to continue. "No, no I'm fine," Elain insisted through gritted teeth, straightening up slowly. "Let's try again." She stood in her proper stance again. This time, she would be ready. This time, she wouldn't fail.
"You are a seer." Rheana said firmly, "The Cauldron gave you the ability to see the future. You can see my move before I make it."
"I don't know how!" Elain gasped, moving out of the way of Rheana's punch.
Rheana winnowed behind the female, "You've pushed your power down without even knowing it." Elain stumbled back when Rheana was behind him, "Fell your power. It's not good for you to not suppress yourself."
Elain turned around, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of fear. She hadn't expected Rheana to bring up her abilities during their defence sessions, she hadn't before. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus on Rheana's words rather than the pain radiating from her midsection. "How do I feel my powers? What does it even mean to 'feel' them?"
"It means trusting your instincts, trusting your intuition." She explained, stepping closer to Elain and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Your powers aren't something you should fear, they're part of who you are."
Elain closed her eyes, focusing inward. She reached out with her mind, searching for that familiar tingle of magic that always accompanied her. At first, there was nothing, only the sound of her own ragged breathing and the distant chirping of birdsong. Help me, I'm sorry I pushed you away, please. She begged herself.
Then, a flicker. A shimmering thread of energy unfurled deep within her core. It pulsed with warmth and vitality, thrumming in time with her heartbeat. Elain grasped hold of it mentally, drawing it upwards and outwards until it suffused her entire being with its radiant glow.
Opening her eyes, Elain saw the world transformed. Colours were brighter, edges sharper. Most importantly, she could perceive the faintest outline of Rheana's where she wasn't even standing, like a ghostly echo playing out ahead of reality itself.
Rheana took a step back when Elain opened her eyes, the seer's eyes were milky white, leaving a soft exhale, there was something about Elain now, almost ethereal in her appearance. Rheana's expression was a mix of awe and trepidation as she beheld Elain in this state. She had seen very few seers throughout her life, but enough to know one who was mastering their abilities to such a degree at the first try, but then again, Elain was Made, different.
"You've done it," Rheana breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've truly connected with your powers."
Elain's gaze drifted back to Rheana, her vision still tinged with that otherworldly glow. She could sense the Illyrian warrior's movements before they happened, Rheana was standing still, but Elain could see a faint move in three different directions, a silent dance unfolding in the space between them. It was both exhilarating and unnerving, this newfound awareness, when this had happened for the first time, she had been pushed away in her own mind, but now she was her power, she could feel her control.
"What happens now?" Elain asked, her voice airy slightly as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of her discovery. "Will I always see like this?"
"You're in control now." Rheana smirked, lunging forward.
Everything zeroed in on one of the visons in Elain's eyes, with a sigh she saw it all, how Rheana was aiming for her jaw, then she saw herself evading it, getting hit, hitting Rheana back. She was floating in the possibilities of the future, while standing in the present.
In the blink of an eye, Rheana's fist streaked towards Elain's jaw, the young seer sidestepped neatly, allowing the punch to whiff harmlessly past her. But instead of dodging entirely, she pivoted gracefully, extending her elbow in a sweeping hit aimed squarely at Rheana's side.
The impact was barely hurting for Rheana, some impacts barely tickled. But the unexpected move had thrown off her timing, and the sight of Elain so fully embracing her abilities made her smile nonetheless. "Well fought," Rheana complimented with a genuine smile, "That's the spirit!"
Rheana lunged at Elain again, strike, strike, strike, she let a little of her control go with each hit. Hitting harder. Elain could see her future, see where she would hit, how she would hit, she moved out of the way or block the attack.
With every passing moment, the attacks grew more powerful and more aggressive. Rheana's strikes were landing with jarring force, each one causing Elain's body to jerk under the impact. Still, she managed to dodge and weave out of the way, her connection to her powers guiding her every move.
Elain's body ached with each blow she took, her skin was marred with red marks where Rheana's fists had still managed to strike in the times when Elain took too long to react. But with every strike that did hit her, there were plenty she dogged and blocked. She was lost in her visions, not thinking before following through.
As her body moved without thinking, turning and twisting around Rheana, the dagger in her belt was in her hand, aimed for Rheana's chest and in a blink, it was embedded in Rheana's forearm from where she'd dodged the attack.
Rheana stumbled backwards, her forearm throbbing where the blade had sunk into her muscular arm. The seer's eyes widened in shock, her lovely brown eyes replacing the milky emptiness, her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage. She'd never intended to hurt Rheana, yet here she was, the knife Rheana had given her sticking out of her arms.
"Rhea!" Elain cried out, approaching the wounded female. "I… I didn't mean…" Her voice trailed off, delicately holding the female's arm.
"Hey... It's alright..." Rheana said softly, pulling the knife out, black blood coating the knife as none spilt from the already healing wound. "See... I'm not hurt."
Elain watched in amazement as the wound quickly knitted itself shut, leaving nothing in its wake. She released a shuddering breath, relief flooding through her veins. "Thank the gods," she whispered.
"But what if I hadn't healed so fast?" Rheana questioned gently, her tone serious despite no accusation in her voice. "What if it had been someone else, someplace more vital? You have to learn to control these impulses, Elain. Your visions may guide you, but you must still think before acting upon them. You can weave the future of yourself in any way you want, but you need to think with every move." She stepped closer, cupping Elain's chin tenderly, looking over the gentle healed skin, making the female look up at her. "I understand the thrill of tapping into your powers so fully more than anyone, but you cannot allow it to consume you. Next time we'll train restraint, little seer."
Elain nodded, feeling the shimmer of her powers roaring in her. Despite not wanting to attack Rheana, listening to her powers had her feeling more confident, it had her feeling stronger. "I'll practice... Be better."
Rheana smiled warmly, pleased by Elain's response. She knew all too well the temptation of letting one's powers guide them, the intoxicating rush of surrendering control to something greater than oneself. But she also knew the dangers that came with losing oneself in those powers, and the potential for harm to oneself and others.
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Moodboards
Series Masterlist
Rheana Princess Night, My OC
(made by me)
Rheana x Eris Vanserra (Rheris)
(made by me)
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5, 8 and 10 for your writing ask
5) What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?
For smut, I don't tag the kinks I put in them, for no particular reason honestly, I just don't.
8) How slow is a slow burn?
Maybe they hold hands in ch 20 or smth
10) Top three favourite fic tropes.
Forbidden love, forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine (Rheana x Eris, Rhysand x Evelyn and Novali x Nyx in order lmaoo)
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