#fire night

[willgraysongf]

✦  little devil and the ghost      

(devil´s night - penelope douglas)

[softviolettclouds]

My biggest regret is not buying the Devil’s Night series 3 years ago when I first read it , i love these new covers but the old ones have my heart, I can’t find it anywhere, especially in brazil😭😭😭

*If someone knows anything let me know ❤️

[animezinglife]

Elucien and Calanmai Headcanon

Understandably, Calanmai is a sore subject for Lucien, though he does eventually feel compelled to resume emissary duties with Spring as Tamlin starts to get back on his feet and thinks it's best to at least make an appearance, but that they'll stay away from the actual events of the evening.

Elain doesn't let him out of her sight either way: not leading up to the night of, and not during. She holds his hand or takes his arm the instant she senses any tension arising in him, keeping him tethered to the present and reminding him she's there and that things will never happen the way they did again.

They stay in a small, private cottage during their visit and retreat to it early the night of Calanmai. Despite the celebration they can just make out in the distance, it's quiet there. Peaceful. Safe for them both.

Elain holds him that night, and he reveals to her the sense of shame he still feels over what happened. She listens quietly; lets him get it all out.

She reminds him it's not his fault; offers in her very Elain way that she's glad Ianthe is burning in Hell.

They choose to make a new memory once he's assured her he's okay to: one that's happy and theirs. For a while, they just lie together and kiss: lips, hair, jawline, and neck. That relief and feeling of safety turns into gentle lovemaking: both fully in the present and fully in control of the situation.

They fall asleep holding each other afterwards.

Little do they know another type of magic takes to them, and the next morning, Spring is flourishing and coming back to life. They emerge from their cottage blissful and happy, and Elain is shocked by the vibrant blooms that have sprung to life overnight: something to do with her gifts in nature and his in fire and light.

Lucien figures it out before she does.

When they arrive at Tamlin's manor later that morning, the High Lord of Spring is looking at them both like he hates his life (but in a funny way for once).

[booksmoviesanimalss1]

[bookishpedia]

Michael: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Damon: You people already know too much about me.

Will: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

[darkphilosophies]

Fire Night

Eris Week Day 3: Fire

Fire Night 

Fire Night, was the most anticipated event of the year, a celebration of fire in all its forms and Eris stood at the heart of the festivities, his own flames dancing to the rhythm of the night.

The courtiers swirled around him, their masks concealing their faces, their bodies moving to the rhythm of the drums. Fire lanterns hung from the trees, casting a warm and flickering light upon the revelers. Musicians played their guitars, their music echoing through the night like a siren's call. 

The air was charged with magic, as if the very land itself was alive with anticipation for it was the night when the magic of the land was celebrated, when the bonfires were kindled, and the High Lord's power was replenished. It was a night for passion, a night when even the most reserved among them would let loose and dance in the shadows, their bodies entwined as they gave in to the sensations of the night.

Eris smiled beneath his mask, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. He knew the power he wielded on nights like this, and he reveled in it. He was the embodiment of the fire that burned within all of them, the flame that kindled their passions and their desires. And tonight, he would use that power to its fullest.

As the music grew louder, the rhythm of the drums beating in time with his own heart, Eris scanned the crowd. His gaze fell on a familiar figure, her red hair illuminated by the flames of the bonfire. Her emerald green eyes were sparkling with excitement, and her lips were curved into a smile that made his pulse race. She was a vision, her body draped in a gown of crimson that accentuated her curves.

Eris felt a wave of heat rush through him as he watched her. She was everything he desired, and he would do whatever it took to have her.

As the music continued, he moved through the crowd, his movements as graceful as a predator stalking its prey. The other courtiers stepped aside, their gazes full of admiration and awe as he passed by. Eris finally reached her, his eyes locked on hers. She looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat as she took in his tall, powerful frame. She was no fool, and she knew exactly who he was. But that didn't stop the hunger in her gaze as she met his eyes, a hunger that matched his own.

He held out his hand to her, his voice low and husky as he spoke. "Dance with me."

She didn't hesitate, her small hand slipping into his as she nodded. Eris drew her close, his arms wrapping around her as they began to move to the rhythm of the music. The air between them was electric, the heat of the fire and their desire crackling like a wildfire.

The other courtiers watched, entranced, as Eris and his prey moved together, their bodies entwined in a seductive dance. No one could tear their eyes away, the anticipation building as they waited for the inevitable moment when Eris would claim her.

Eris held her close, his body moving in perfect harmony with hers. She was intoxicating, her scent, her touch, her very presence drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted her, needed her, and he would have her.

As the music reached a fevered pitch, Eris and the female became more daring, their bodies moving in an erotic dance that left no doubt as to their intentions. Eris could feel her desire, her need, and he knew she was his for the taking.

And so, as the music reached its climax, Eris took her in his arms, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. He felt her respond instantly, her body molding against his as she kissed him back.

Eris  lifted her up and carried her away, he pushed her up against a tree, his lips moving to her neck as his hands roamed her body. She gasped, her head falling back as he kissed and licked her sensitive skin. Her body was responding to his touch, her nipples hardening against his chest as he pressed his body against hers.

Eris's fingers found the hem of her gown, pushing it up to reveal her creamy thighs. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he caressed her skin. He could feel the heat between her legs, her desire for him obvious. He was more than ready to give her what she wanted, what they both wanted.

He pushed his hand between her legs and growled at what he found there. She was ready for him, her body aching for him. He couldn't wait any longer. He freed himself from his pants, his cock hard and ready.

"Please," she whispered, her voice full of need.

He didn't hesitate, his body thrusting into hers as they both cried out in pleasure. They were lost in each other, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The heat between them was unbearable, the need for release growing with each thrust.

Eris felt his pleasure mounting, his body craving the release only she could give him. He could feel her body responding, her pleasure growing as he moved within her.

"Yes," she moaned, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.

He couldn't hold back any longer, his body giving in to the pleasure as he came inside her, his cock pulsing with each wave of ecstasy. She followed soon after, her body shuddering as she cried out, her pleasure almost too much to bear.

@erisweek2023

[fourteentrout]

Fire Night sketchy sketch

Not entirely proud of it but hey I was trying something new

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

Rhys on Fire Night

[willgraysongf]

✦  little one and father kai       

(devil´s night - penelope douglas)

[samhatch]

I haven't figured out how/where to post the full nsfw image, so advice is welcome, if you'd like to see the full image! It's hard, since I don't use twitter/X, and that seems to be what most other artists do.

I drew this after finishing chapter five of my Lucien/Tamlin slashfic. Being a Calanmai fic, they should have masks on and be covered in ritual paint, but I'm not that confident in my artistic ability, and was afraid of covering up/ruining what I was already really happy with!

One of these days I'll get a digital art pad so I can be free to make more mistakes without jeopardizing what I've already done. For now, it's just good ol' pencil and paper.

[away-ward]

I know the drama around nightfall is a lot right now but Fire Night got a new cover and it has the key to the Carfax room, and that's pretty cool.

[pro-logue-epi-logue]

REMEMBER!! how i said Present chapters of Nightfall were written for alexaydin and not willemmy?

Yeah this is prime example of that, because when Taylor was hurting Emory REPEATEDLY!, Will didn't do anything and will never not did anything when anyone hurt emmy. But no Will then just watched EVERYTIME!! and here he is saying that because Taylor hurt Emmy that's why je sent him in jail, so why didn't the do anything and was just a statue? When it was Aydin who was always present to defend Emory.

[rooksblvd]

Madden Mori is so Aiden King

[bookishpedia]

Damon, opening a letter: Baby shower invitation? Uh, no thanks, Rika. I can have a regular sized shower whenever I want.

Winter, snatching the card: Give me that-

[kathanislilbitch]

Pretty sure Banks is the son Katsu never had but always wanted (I'm sorry Kai)

[magnoliadalefinds]

No because part of me wants a Damon & Emory fanfic. Can someone please indulge me 😭