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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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Vassa x Jurian | Safe With Me

type: drabble warning(s): vomiting I guess, talk about harmful past, nightmare word count: 880 words summary: Vassa wakes form a nightmare, Jurian is there for her.

this is for @velidewrites. You are such a wonderful human bean (yes bean) and I love you a lot and I am very grateful that we have become mutuals. I know you had a bit of a not so easy time recently, so this will hopefully brighten your days a little.💛💛💛

“Sssh, it is fine.” Jurian’s voice is soft, soothing when it caresses the side of his wife’s head. His hand fists her hair tighter, the firebird still bent over the toilet. Jurian has crouched down behind her, his thighs caging her, steading her.

“Will this ever get better?" Vassa bubbles and empties the rest of her stomach into the toilet, cringing over the fact that Jurian has to witness this all.

Her whole body shudders when her stomach cramps. She is so cold, so robbed of energy and happiness in this moment. All memories have come crashing in on her in a nightmare. She has shrieked up and run to the bathroom in the next moment.

“They will, my love. I promise it will get better,” Jurian assures her. Her pain is so acute it draws tears to the former general’s eyes. His heart squeezes, beating sadly in his chest when the back of his throat starts to ache.

Jassa’s knees hurt from how hard she presses them into the cool, hard floor, her legs feeling wobbly and whole body like jelly. She has managed a few nights without nightmares, until tonight. Tonight the memories came in tidal waves, washed over her, drowned her. Memories of being trapped, of Koschei, the war…

Soft lips brush over her temple, Jurian’s scent of pine, fresh apples and something woodsy, filling her nostrils when she allows herself to lean into him. “You shouldn’t see this. You shouldn’t be here,” the firebird huffs and brings one hand up to wipe it over her mouth. She feels Jurian curl one arm around her, his other hand reaching up to the sink from where he gathers a cup of water.

The former general kisses Vassa’s hair and brings the glass to her lips. Tipping it up and Vassa parting her lips, Jurian says, “I should be exactly here. Right here, with you, holding you. I belong at your side. Always."

Vassa lets one hand drop, squeezing her husband’s thigh when taking another sip from the cool water. It is like balm to her soul, so is Jurian’s voice, his warmth, his presence. He is here — here for her. He is her anchor, her rock against which the wave crashes. Her lover, her husband, her home. And he his here, here with her, holding her, protecting her.

“Let’s get you back to bed, hm?”

Her lips pursed, Vassa slowly nods her head. She hears Jurian place the glass on the sink again and before she knows what happens she is scooped up in his strong arms, perfectly fitting against his chest. She revels in his warmth, having felt so cold in the past minutes, dressed just in this thin nightgown, sitting on the cold bathroom floor.

When climbing into bed, Jurian does not let go of her, holding her close to her body until both of them under the sheets, tightly cuddled together. He wedges his leg between Vassa’s thighs, both his arms curled around her, holding her as tightly as possible, pampering her skin with soft kisses while whispering sweet nothings.

No one would have expected the former general to have such a soft side, but the firebird brings out the best in him. He can let his true self show and that for the first time. There is no hiding when he is with Vassa, he can be fully himself.

“You are safe with me, V,” Jurian whispers against the shell of his wife’s ear. “You are always safe with me. In this house, this bed, in my arms. I will never let anything happen to you, you know that, right?” A silent sob leaves Vassa and she even moves an inch closer to her husband, fisting his night shirt and burring her face in his chest. “I know. That is why I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my lovely firebird,” Jurian coos and kisses the top of Vassa’s head.

“Not possible. I love you endlessly.” “And still I love you a little more.” This makes Vassa giggle, easing some of her former tension. She finds so much peace in Jurian’s presence, in his love and knows that he is the only reason she will be able to find rest that night. Vassa feels her lids get heavy, her hand moving over Jurian’s chest, right above where his heart his. His heartbeat is a calming melody, luring her into a peaceful slumber. “And you are safe with me, J,” she says and it is the last thing Jurian hears before darkness wraps around him.

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tags: @aayo-whatt @moonlightazriel @brekkershadowsinger @ladyelain

#jurian and vassa #vassa acotar #jurian acotar #vassa and jurian #jassa #acotar #acosf

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offtorivendell · 1 month ago

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You and me, still waiting for Jurian to reveal he's a double - triple? - agent. Guy is suss. 😂

Jurian's Betrayal

“Queen Vassa offered me a place within her court.”

“Are you going to accept?”

“What sort of court can a cursed queen have? She’s bound to that death-lord—she has to go back to his lake on the continent at some point.”

"I think he’d (Jurian) have been crowned king by now if it wasn’t for Vassa.”

"Vassa and Jurian are two sides of the same coin. Mercifully, their vision for the future of the human territories is mostly aligned. But the methods on how to attain that…”

Jurian crossed an ankle over a knee, his muddy boots dull in the firelight. “Last I heard, your kingdom was no longer yours. Are you still a queen?”

Seems like to me Jurian is going to snatch up Vassa's throne and is just waiting for Koschei to call her back. After all, to quote him, "what sort of court can a cursed queen have?"

I'll make a longer post at some point, but I'm fully expecting a betrayal from Jurian in the next book.

#jurian acotar #jurian and vassa #jurian and koschei

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onlymexsarah · 18 days ago

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Burning Flames III | Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron!reader Summary: Since you became High Fae there were only two things that scared you: your deadly power and your attraction toward the male you should hate most after Tamlin, Eris Vanserra. Warnings: just Eris Vanserra and my english A/n: I would have never imagined that this story could ever be liked by someone, especially for my writing, but you are all so amazing and I thank you for all the sweet comments, they really make my day🫶🏻 if you want to be add at the taglist just ask!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Cold.

Darkness.

Water.

Everywhere around you was cold and dark. You were drowning in what felt like an endless pound of icy water.

You needed to get out.

Something ancient whispered in your ear, What do you need?

Fire. You almost screamed underwater. You wanted to pull away the water, to make it disappear. Give me fire.

The darkness around you almost laughed. I shall give you fire, then. It will make you protect and be protected. To heal, and to hurt. To joy, and to fear.

Then, something inside you exploded, and the whole word turned red.

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"Why would you make Cassian your curtier just for me to be his babysitter?" You asked confused at Rhysand. "A babysitter who has not experience, by the way."

Cassian protested beside you, but Rhysand only grinned amused. "Because, dear Y/n, Queen Vassa had clearly expressed her wishes to deal with you as our human emissary."

That was true. As soon as the war had been over and the meeting had been going on for days, the human queen had approached you and said that she would consider you their human emissary. She had said that Feyre's story about your time of poverty had made her understand you were the right one for the job.

You hadn't complained. If there was a way you could help the Night Court and the human lands than you would do it blindly.

"We'll have fun." grinned wolfish Cassian at your side.

"I have no interest in telling you how to do your work..." Rhysand said casually. "But, if I may suggest, try not to kill Lucien on sight. He is trying to redeem his mistakes."

You rolled your eyes annoyed. It wasn't that you hated Lucien, but it was just that every time you saw him the memories of that day in Hybern come back in your head. How he had stood there doing nothing, for then declaring that your sister was his mate and pretended to be spared alive because of that. And of course the fact that he had left Tamlin hurting both physically and mentally your sister Feyre, without doing anything there too.

"I'll try my best." You gave Rhysand a fake smile before walking toward Mor, who would winnow you and Cassian to the house where Jurian, Vassa and Lucien lived.

As soon as you arrived in front of the house a strong scent of honey and burned wood hit your nose. Lucien must have just arrived, you thought annoyed. Beside you Mor made a face, declaring that she would not come with you but Rhysand would wait you for your return.

You and Cassian shared a curious look, but said nothing, knowing that Mor must had her reasons.

"Do you think she is fine?" you asked Cassian as soon as she vanished.

Cassian gave her a shrug. "She's Mor. She will speak when she feels ready."

You inclined your head slightly to one side confused. "It's not the first time I hear one of you saying 'they'll speak when they are ready', but sometime people need to be asked, you know?"

Cassian gave you a grin before knocking at the door. "Oh, Y/n. When you live centuries like us you start to prefer privacy more than you think. Sometime having few secrets is good."

You were about to answer when the door opened and Lucien looked at the two of you. "I thought I sensed someone else arriving."

It was stronger than you. You couldn't look at his face without seeing the King of Hybern, the cauldron, and your sisters throwed in it. So you just looked away, following Cassian inside the house where the scent grew stronger.

"You just got there?" asked Cassian casually, as if making small talk.

"No." Lucien said tightly as he lead them through the house. "Eris is here."

Every muscle in you almost froze at his words. Suddenly, you weren't so eager to enter the room and do the emissary. Suddenly, you felt too small. But you noticed that Cassian showed no emotions, even though you knew that deep inside he must be boiling with rage, and so you tried to do the same.

You noticed how Cassian's wings sprawled a bit wider, just enough to slightly cover you from any potential harm. And that harm, you guessed, would be the handsome redhaired male seated on a golden chair beside the fireplace. His legs was elegantly crossed, his clothes were far more finer than the ruined fighting leathers you had last seen him in. Everything about him screamed royalty, and your mind pointed out that your should stop staring.

"Cassian." Eris said with his usual arrogant voice, then his eyes shifted on you and even thought you betrayd nothing, something inside you stirred. "Older Archeron."

Your eyes narrowed. Older Archeron? Was he too full of himself that he thought you weren't important enought to acknowledge you? Surely a change from the day you had healed his wounds and he told you to go to him if you ever needed anything.

You felt Lucien's golden eyes studying the interaction between you, but thankfully a sweet, yet firm, voice took your attention. "Thank goddess you came." said Vassa from your left, making your eyes shift on her. "I thought I had to deal with all this testosterone alone."

A grin was quick to appear on your lips as the human Queen hugged you. "I think you would have handled them just fine." When you broke the hug you gave her a quick, respectful bow and Cassian followed you. "Your Majesty."

You heard Jurian scoffing from the sofa. "It only goes to her head when you call her that."

You watched amused as the two humans in the room started backering, and something about Lucien's behaviour told you that they always did that.

"Did you come with news or orders?" asked Lucien to the two of you while he sat on the sofa beside Jurian.

You had to hold a scoff at his tone. Lucien could fool everyone in the Inner Circle that he was on their side because of Elain, but you would never trust him completely. It was clear where his true alliance lay, mated or not mated.

“We give you orders as our emissary.” Cassian nodded to Jurian and Vassa. “But when you are with your friends, we only give suggestions.” Eris snorted, but Cassian ignored him. "How's the Spring Court."

Lucien’s face revealed nothing of how Tamlin and his court fared. “It’s fine.”

This time, you snorted crossing your arms, and to your surprise Eris did the same. You were almost offended that you had shared the same reaction as him.

Cassian turned toward Eris, annoyed. "What are you doing here?"

You were wondering the same, but you didn't dare to voice it, not really sure if it was safe to talk to him at all.

Eris didn’t so much as shift in his seat. “Several dozen of my soldiers were out on patrol in my lands several days ago and have not reported back. We found no sign of battle. Even my hounds couldn’t track them beyond their last known location.”

Cauldron boils you. You had happily forgotten how his voice seemed to pull some invisible strings all over your body, and you had to mentally slap yourself for even think that.

Vassa said, “Eris came to see if I could think of any reason why his soldiers might have gotten into trouble with humans. His hounds detected strange scents at the site of the abduction. Ones that seemed human, but were … odd, somehow.”

"Odd how?" you asked immediately looking at Vassa. If the humans were concerned then it was your job to keep track of what was happening.

"Odd like human but with something else." Eris answered, making your gaze shift on him. You were ashamed about how you had to stop the shiver that run through your spine as your eyes locked with his. "Like you." he sniffed the air to make a point. "High Fae, with something else."

You felt your cheeks getting warmer, and you hated that everyone was there to see it. So, you decided to shift the attention back on the matter at hand. "You mean like...Made? Like Jurian?" You said pointing to the human General with your chin.

"Not Made." Eris shook slightly his head, his eyes never leaving yours, as if you two were the only people in the room. "But something was off. I think plenty of parties are interested in triggering another war, and this would be the start of it. Though perhaps your court did it. I wouldn’t put it past Rhysand to winnow my soldiers away and plant some mysterious scents to throw us off.”

Cassian flashed him a savage grin. “We’re allies, remember?”

You could suddenly breath when Eris' attention shifted on Cassian and gave him an identical smile. “Always.”

Cassian couldn’t stop himself. “Maybe you made your own soldiers vanish, if they even vanished at all, and are just making this up for the same bullshit reason you just spewed out.”

Eris chuckled, and something inside you stirred. How many times had he been accused of being the villain? How many times people had pointed at him? He seemed so used to it, even when it was clear that he was not behind the disappearence of his soldiers.

Jurian cut in, “There have been tensions amongst the humans regarding your kind. But as far as we know, as far as we’ve heard from Lord Graysen’s forces, the humans here have kept to the old demarcation lines, and have no interest in starting trouble.”

Eris uncrossed his legs, and you had to call all your self control to not stare at him. “I suppose this could be to sow tensions amongst us. To make us eye each other with suspicion. Weaken our bonds.”

"Who would do something so bold?" asked Cassian beside you.

There were only one person who still sought revenge, who still hold a grudge so big that would risk a war.

"Briallyn." you said darkly. Images of the day in Hybern flashed before your eyes, and you stared at the blooming fireplace, hoping to wash them away. "She was the one who demanded for me and my sisters to be put in the Cauldron." A shiver run through your spine. "The Cauldron turned her into a crone. I wouldn't put past her to have some kind of weird power."

"Powers like yours?" asked Jurian watching you carefully.

Your eyes slowly rose to meet his, and you gave at the human a ironic smirk. "No power for me anymore." You lied smoothly, as you had done for the past months. You showed your hands in the air, as to make a point. "When the Cauldron was broken my powers left with him. I'm a normal, boring High Fae now."

If they had rose the sleeves of your dress they would have found burned flesh all over your wrists. The only sign that your power still remained in you, needing to be leashed out as you pushed it down everytime. The burnings were its way to warn you that it could not be contained for much longer.

When your sisters had declared that their powers had gone away, you found the perfect excuse to never use it again. It was punishing you, though. But burning up instead of risking to kill someone you care about seemed the right prize.

"Gone, you say?" Eris' inquiring voice made your blood almost froze. He was the only one who had seen you using your power after the Cauldron had been broken. You had been foolish, driven by some internal desire that was only dangerous and wrong.

You met his eyes, and despite the terror you were feeling inside at the thought that he might calling you out, you rose your chin and showed him nothing of that.

"Pity." he said with his velvet voice. "It would have been curious to see what you would be capable of."

His smirk. His damned smirk. He remembered it perfectly, you could see it in his flickering eyes. And now he was toying with you, seeing how far he could push.

"Tell your father he can sleep sweet dreams." I said matching his smirk. "I won't be humiliating him again any time soon."

"I bet he will." murmured Eris while he brought a finger to his lips.

His movements were so casual, so calculated, but at the same time so sensual. Were you the only one who found him attractive in everything he did? You surely hoped not, otherwise you would need Maja to check on you.

“Send that shadowsinger of yours to track Briallyn,” Jurian ordered, his face grave. “If she’s somehow capable of capturing a unit of Fae soldiers, we need to know how. Swiftly.”

Cassian said to Vassa, “You really think Briallyn would do something like this? Be that blatant? Someone has to be trying to fool us into going after her.”

Apparently the other queens had left Briallyn alone, informed Eris, and that excluded the option of winnowing for the queen.

“You wonder who is capable of making a unit of Fae soldiers across the sea vanish? Who could give Briallyn the power to winnow—or do it for her? Who could aid Briallyn so she’d be bold enough to do such a thing? Look to Koschei.” said Vassa darkly.

Something about the name made even the fire going quiet. As Vassa explained thet Koshei was a Death Lord you couldn't stop yourself but thinking about how you could protect Nesta from them. It was clear that Briallyn wanted revenge on your twin, and if she dared to ask to a Death Lord for help then you should prepare better.

You looked over Cassian, a hint of worry flickered in your gazes, and he silently gestured for the two of you to go away and warn Rhys.

"Thank you, Vassa." You said kindly with a quick bow. "We'll return with more informations."

You did to follow Cassian when a voice stopped you. "Wait..." Lucien said tentately. You watched him over your shoulder raising an eyebrow. "How is she?"

You narrowed your eyes and lifted your chin. "How is your precious friend?"

The words found easily their marks and you could see the moment they hit Lucien as if you had slapped him. The point was clear, as long as he devoted himself to the male who sold you and your sisters, you would never spare him the misery of knowing nothing about Elain.

You walked out of that house without saying another word, and saw Cassian waiting for you with a wolvish grin. "Poor Lucien, having you as sister-in-law must be a nightmare."

You rolled your eyes, used to Cassian's teasing. "Elain doesn't want him. He will never be my brother-in-law, thank the Mother."

"Your sister might be the luckiest of the four of you." A warm, luring voice said behind you. "Lucien had always been a good male. Propably better that any of your mates will ever be."

You scoffed turning around and facing Eris. He was leaning casually against the wall of the house with his usual grin on his face. You hated how the moolight made him look like the sort of dreams that must be kept secrets, but mostly you hated how you noticed those kind of things.

"As far as I am corcened only two of my sisters have a mate, and I would choose Rhysand over Lucien anytime." You challenged him crossing your arms.

A shadow crossed his eyes, but he hide it quickly with an amused face. "I see why Rhysand sent you to babysit the new courtier, you are indeed charming." You heard the mock in his voice, and you wanted to talk back, to annoy him as much as he annoyed you, but he spoke to Cassian next. "What do you know?"

"As little as you." offered Cassian, watching him carefully.

Eris sniffed the night breeze, and smiled. "She couldn't be bothered to come inside to say hello?"

You understood immediately that he was talking about Mor, and something inside you twisted. You felt ashamed. Ashamed that after what he had done to Mor, the one who helped you with your new body, with your new home and new life, you couldn't bring yourself to be repulsed by him, as you should have been.

As Eris proceeded to tell about how his father was helping Briallyn and Koshei, about how he didn't want to reveal anything in front of Vassa and Jurian, but still revealed it to you, you tried hard to find the monster that everyone pictured him to be. To find the selfish, horrible male that no one trusted. But the only thing you saw was a heir who wanted his court to be better, to overthrow a cruel father.

But you were young, the people around you had known him for five hundreds years, surely they would know him better than you could ever do.

The fact that under the cold mask you could see a good male meant nothing. You were imagining it. It was his velvet, seductive voice that made you think those things, that made you believe things that weren't real.

“Stick to fighting battles, General. Leave the ruling to those capable of playing the game.” said lastly Eris to Cassian. Did it make you crazy the fact that despite everything you found him amusing? "And, Little Flame?" you eyes snapped up to met his, the pet name made your eyes widing a little for the surprise. "Careful to whom you share your secrets. While secrecy suits you, lies don't."

Then, he vanished.

taglist: @adventure-awaits13 @blueeclipsepaperstudent @huffleruffplant @azysmate @bia-wayne-west @babypeapoddd @lady-targaryens-world

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #acotar #acowar #rhysand #cassian #night court #velaris #sarah j maas #azriel #eris acotar #eris x reader #feyra archeron #nesta archeron #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #vassa #jurian

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littlefireling · 2 months ago

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For @lucienweekofficial Day 5 - Home

Featuring our fox and his Band of Exiles. Because Lucien can always come home to his friends who understand what it’s like to have no one and nowhere to turn to and they will always make sure to make him feel a little less alone 💗

Art by: @pist4chi0

Commissioned by me (@littlefireling)

Tysm for this artwork! They are so adorable!! 😭💗

**Reposts are okay with proper credit**

#lucienweek2024 #acotar #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vandaddy #pro lucien #a court of thorns and roses #band of exiles #jurian acotar #vassa acotar #queen vassa #lucien week 2024

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copypastus · 5 months ago

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I believe Tamlin would get better much faster if given some rest, love and care instead of people coming to his house and lands to yell at him.

Another piece I ran out of time to finish for @tamlinweek

#my art #acotar #acotar fanart #tamlin #lucien vanserra #jurian acotar #vassa acotar #the band of exiles #tamlinweek2024 #tired tamlin is me after drawing for 3 character weeks in a row #i too needed some rest love and care #i wanted to finish it right after tamlin week and make that joke right away #but burnout hit me so hard it took me this long >_>#i'm getting my groove back now tho #and if i can so can tamlin!

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ennawrite · 7 months ago

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”Tell my Vassa I’m waiting” lives in my head rent free cause WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!!!

#acotar #acosf #koschei acotar #vassa acotar #band of exiles #pro lucien vanserra #jurian and vassa

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jassaweek · 2 months ago

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ARTIST CREDIT poppypola_ COMMISSION BY @cauldronblssd

Welcome to the Jassa Week Commission Giveaway! We are so incredibly excited to be partnering with some phenomenal artists within our community to host a giveaway for four free commissions! This giveaway will run from today until midnight EST on November 1st, 2024. The winners will be announced on November 3rd, 2024! The giveaway will take place on both Instagram and Tumblr, but we ask that participants choose one of the platforms to engage with to be fair and considerate to those who may only use one of the two platforms—following, there will be two artists per platform for this giveaway.

For the Tumblr portion of the giveaway, we are so very excited to have @majuandrad and @tuluaart as our artists! @majuandrad will be offering the full body Jassa commission and @tuluaart will be offering the half body Jassa commission!

To enter into the giveaway, please be following @jassaweek and the two artists listed above. Like and reblog this post. For additional entries, tag friends who may be interested in participating in Jassa Week—you are able to tag as many friends as you’d like, as one tag is one additional entry. Another additional entry opportunity is to reblog/tag us in a post explaining what intrigues you about Jassa, or any theories/headcanons that you may have for them! Please find the rules and guidelines below the cut line.

C O M M I S I O N R U L E S

You are allowed two minor changes during the sketch process—anything additional (extra characters, complex details, etc.) will be an additional charge at the discretion of the artist.

The commission must be used during Jassa Week with credit given to the artist.

The commission will be allowed a simple background—anything complex will be an additional charge at the discretion of the artist.

Only SFW commissions are allowed for this giveaway—NSFW will be at the discretion of the artist.

The commission must be created for personal use—if intended for commercial usage, that will be an additional charge at the discretion of the artist.

In the case that you no longer wish to participate in Jassa Week, you will forfeit your commission and the runner up will be offered your place with the artist.

If the artist expresses any negativity from the giveaway winner, it will be at the discretion of the artist on whether they would want to continue the giveaway process with you. In the case that they do not, you will forfeit your spot to a runner up.

For those wanting to engage with the Instagram version of the giveaway, please find our page here. For any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to reach out to us—not the artists—on either social media!

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velidewrites · 9 months ago

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Jurian: I told Elain her ears flush when she lies Vassa: What why Jurian: Watch this Jurian: Elain, do you like Lucien? Elain, covering her ears: No! Jurian: *smiles triumphantly*

#incorrect acotar quotes #the band of exiles #elucien #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #elain archeron #elain acotar #jurian acotar #vassa acotar #acotar memes #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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bandofexilesofficial · 2 months ago

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Art commissioned by sanktadu1, art by nyastellar on instagram of the Band of Exiles playing poker at Emerie’s house.

👀you up for some visitors? @valkyrieappreciationweek @emerieweekofficial

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#Instagram #band of exiles #jurian acotar #acotar #lucien vanserra #vassa acotar #queen vassa #pro lucien vanserra #the band of exiles #nesta archeron #gwyneth berdara #emerie of illyria #the valkyries

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cassenador · 3 months ago

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Being a person who likes Rhysand and Nesta in this fandom is not for the weak. Like anyone else like them? In fact anyone else like Feysand AND Nessian? Love the IC AND the Valkyries AND hell even the BOE?

It seems like they’re all different factions at this point.

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positivewitch · 2 months ago

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Lucien Vanserra Week | Day 5 - Home 🏡

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Elain Archeron,

Queen Vassa,

Jurian,

Eris Vanserra

#Instagram #If Band of exiles find a phone #lucienweek2024 #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #acotar #elucien #band of exiles #queen vassa #jurian acotar #eris vanserra #eris vandaddy #elain archeron #acotar fanart #no ai art #Ella art✨

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shadowdaddies · 3 months ago

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Holiday Traditions

Lucien x fem!Reader fluff

Summary: Reader finds Lucien preparing for some of his childhood Autumn Equinox traditions, and decides to surprise him.

Wind whipped softly at your cheeks, late September air bringing a much needed reprieve from the exhausting heat August had brought this year. You smiled at the sight of a leaf, twirling in the breeze as it floated down from its branch to join the others scattered about the forest floor in a kaleidoscope of greens, oranges, and yellows.

The sound of rustling foliage pulled your attention from the path to the Exiles’ Manor. A familiar head of long flaming hair brought a smile to your lips, his presence drawing you like a moth to the flame.

Hearing the sound of your approach, Lucien looked over his shoulder from where he knelt on the ground, his returning smile sending heat pooling in your belly. You glanced beyond him to the small structure in front of him. A small structure had been built, its fine craftsmanship an indication of who had crafted the object. Lucien’s golden complexion flushed slightly at your curious gaze, your eyes roving eagerly over the small pyre he’d built, decorated beautifully with an assortment of berries, nuts, and what seized your attention most - two cornhusk dolls laid together at the front.

Kneeling in front of the arrangement, you reached a hand out and twined Lucien’s fingers through your own. “What is this?” you whispered, voice soft with awe.

Lucien squirmed slightly, a rare moment of self consciousness showing behind his charming facade. “It’s a Mabon Altar,” he nodded, reaching out to brush away a leaf that had fallen over the display. “It’s an Autumn Court tradition.”

His gaze flicked to yours, studying your reaction. “Each year, we - they - celebrate the Equinox with rituals, to honor the Mother, and to ask her for prosperity, protection, and balance.” He laughed dryly at his own words, mouth twisting into a wry smile as you carefully picked up one of the corn husk dolls.

“My mother holds the traditions very sacred. The dolls are supposed to represent those we love, to pray for their good fortune.” Gaze swinging to the other doll which still sat on the earth, amber eye swam with emotion. “I hardly believe that,” he swallowed thickly, “but my mother always made dolls for each of my brothers and me. And one like this.”

He held the doll, pulling it closer so you could see the intricate details Lucien had worked to cut and carve. The doll was darker than the one in your hand, the corn husk itself nearly as dark as the soil, while parts of it were painted gold as though to resemble the doll’s clothing. You looked to the doll in your own hand, studying the lighter hue of its husk, shades of red so much like Lucien’s. “This one is your mother?” you questioned softly.

Lucien nodded, a mournful smile playing on his lips. “It meant so much to her to create these each year. It makes me feel closer to her - even if I can’t be there in Autumn with her.”

Pulling your hand from his, you intertwined your arms and leaned against his warm frame. “And who is that?” you prodded, gently taking the other doll from him.

“I don’t know. I think it was just an idea of my mother’s - a symbol of hope for protection, or her future.”

Setting the corn husk back in its place, you leaned to press a kiss to Lucien’s cheek. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I hope I can be here to celebrate the Equinox with you, if that is okay.”

His answering smile stole the air from your lungs, unbridled joy casting a ray of sunshine through him as Lucien stole your lips for another, deep kiss. “I can think of nothing that I would love more,” he purred, your insides melting at the suggestive tone.

~~~

You were lounging on the pink sofa in Lucien’s lap days later when Twilight began to darken the sky. Flashing a conspiratorial grin to Vassa and Jurian, you excused yourself to your room, smiling at Lucien’s groan when the other two quickly did the same.

In your room, you hurriedly grabbed the burgundy dress from your wardrobe, applying rouge to your lips before giving yourself an assessing look in the mirror.

Yesterday during your visit to the Day Court on emissary business, you had asked Helion about the library’s books on Autumn Court’s Equinox traditions. The High Lord had shocked you by knowing plenty about their traditions himself, recalling the feast they had each year with different foods to represent the different Houses.

The way in which Helion spoke about the rituals held such a reverence, you couldn’t help but grow more excited to surprise Lucien with a party. You had thanked Helion - who bid you farewell with a mournful smile that oddly reminded you of Lucien’s - eager to race home and begin planning.

Exhaling a nervous breath, you swiped the final touches of makeup across your eyes before turning back to the living room.

“My vixen, you couldn’t stay away for-“

Whatever witty remark Lucien had planned died in his throat, mouth agape as he took you in. You were indeed the vixen, your dark red lips matching the tight fabric that donned your figure like a siren’s call to the male in front of you. Moving as though in a trance, Lucien swiftly stood from the couch, his hands finding purchase on your waist, shamelessly trailing up your body to feel the curves you’d put on display.

“What is this?” Lucien asked, his voice practically a growl with the self restraint he barely clung to.

“This,” you purred, stepping back to offer him the full view of your body once more, “is what I wear to a party.”

“A party?” he echoed, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip in intrigue. You simply hummed in response, lacing his fingers in your own as you led him towards the front door with a playful wink over your shoulder.

Opening the door of the manor, you smiled at how incredibly Vassa had pulled together the evening. Fae lights glowed like fireflies throughout the trees, illuminating the table that was set with an ornate dinner and fae wine. A symphonia played the gentle tune of a familiar orchestra, setting the mood for Jurian and Vassa as they swayed on the makeshift dance floor.

“What is this?” Lucien breathed, hand still tight around your own.

Smiling brightly at the wonder in his expression, you led him to the table where the others were now taking their seats. “I learned a bit more about Equinox traditions, and I wanted to surprise you with some new memories of a special holiday for you.”

Jurian coughed from across the table, earning an elbow to the ribs from Vassa and an eye roll from you. “Vassa helped a lot... And Jurian a little bit, as well,” you teased in response to the latter’s outraged expression.

“Thank you all, very much,” Lucien murmured, voice thick with emotion. You leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek before filling his plate with traditional Autumn celebration foods, laughing and drinking with your friends late into the night until the moon was high in the sky.

“It’s time,” you whispered from where you leaned against Lucien’s warm chest. As midnight approached, you followed the path to Lucien’s altar, whispering your own silent prayers from behind as he lit the pyre with a flick of his wrist.

Turning to face you, Lucien stood aglow in the firelight, his amber eyes and bright hair glowing like the sun. You smiled bashfully at his beauty, still in place as he walked up to you, and right past you.

Stunned, you turned over your shoulder to find him standing on the dance floor, poised in a dramatic bow with his hand outstretched in askance. “My cunning vixen, will you do me the greatest honor of dancing with me?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, earning a mischievous wink as Lucien spun you into his arms, your chest flush against his, hearts beating as one. The fire burned a soft crackle, illuminating the dark night as the symphonia began to play a slower sort of melody. “Thank you for sharing your holiday with me,” you murmured, cheek laid against Lucien’s chest as you swayed.

Lips pressed gently to the top of your head, lingering there for a long moment. Pulling away slightly, Lucien’s hand tucked under your chin as he guided your face to look at his. “Thank you for giving me new, sweet memories, every day,” he murmured, eyes glowing with emotion before they flicked downward, suddenly turning dark.

Wandering hands found their way back to you, Lucien pulling you impossibly close as his hands squeezed your ass appreciatively. “There is one part of you that will always be the sweetest, though,” he purred, leaning down to tug your earlobe between his teeth. “And I won’t be sleeping until I’ve had a taste.” Before you could react, Lucien tossed you over his shoulder, one hand holding you still as the other moved precariously further beneath your dress while he strode back towards the manor.

A Happy Equinox, indeed.

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