#loa x beron vanserra

[achaotichuman]

Wrap Me In Your Skin And Bones

Day 2 of @sjmvillainweek !!! The prompts for day are Planning/Weakness, I decided to go with Weakness, this oneshot is about Beron x Lady of Autumn.

A/N- To clear up any confusion, yes I know Beron was already High lord when he was engaged to the LoA and yes I know it was most likely a politcal alliance, but I have changed it so that they fell in love before he ascended to the throne.

Summary:

“I can’t.” The words were begging. Beron Vanserra, for once in his life, he begged for something.

That had to mean something. Surely, surely it had to mean something. Anything.

Under the moonlight, two lovers meet. One sworn to the throne The other to the freedom of the forest Both born of fire Both too far in love Under the moonlight, two lovers meet. One to say goodbye The other to convince them to stay

Before Beron ascended to the throne, and before their love turned bitter, the Lady of the Autumn Court and the High lord were completely, irrevocably in love.

(Inspired by Skin and Bones by David Kushner)

Read on Ao3 or below the cut!

I fantasize to feel you like a bullet

And all your layers to the fullest

But the heavens won't condone it,

“I can’t,” The words were a hoarse whisper, a plea, spoken into this space of their shared air. The dark corner, hidden under the night’s cloaking shadows. His face was illuminated by the moonlight, those deep, dark eyes bathed in silver. She cupped his cheek, gently forcing him to look her in the eyes. His arms and hands gripped her waist so tightly. Like he was afraid if he let go, she would fade into the darkness never to be seen again. 

“Please,” She whispered back. 

“Andrea-”

“Please.” She repeated, stronger, firmer. She cupped his face with both hands now. Her hands were soft, so soft, too soft. Not scarred, not stained. He screwed his eyes shut, all of it, all of her, it was too much. 

“My father…” He murmured. 

“He never has to know.” Andrea dared to say it, dared to speak the words she had long kept locked in her throat. The idea that she could keep an Heir’s heart captive. 

You deceivin', wayward woman

You're a false prophet at the pulpit

The condition of your soul is erodin'

“Andrea,” He repeated, starting to pull back. 

“Beron.” She said, stepping forward. This couldn’t be lost, it wouldn’t be lost to her. She refused to let this die. 

“I can’t.” The words were begging. Beron Vanserra, for once in his life, he begged for something. 

That had to mean something. Surely, surely it had to mean something. Anything. 

“Why can’t you try?!” Tears sprung from her eyes as she stepped forward again. 

This had to end tonight, it had gone on too long, she knew that. He had told her so, when it started. At the very beginning on that fateful night under the cover of the Autumn leaves, with the cool air on their skin, with his hot lips on her neck, he told her it couldn’t last. For the good of both of them. 

But…

She knew. She knew what had to be done. 

It didn’t stop her heart from aching. 

Her tears, falling down his face made his face twist in pain and frustration. 

Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical

Oh, I'm gonna lose control, yeah, as you pull me close

Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical

Oh, I'm gonna lose control

“Because I cannot be the man you love forever, Andrea!” He finally snapped, “The throne will always come first and with that comes… consequences. Damages to the soul that cannot be undone.”

“I am not afraid!” Andrea shouted. 

“I cannot be weak!” Beron shouted back. 

She laugh-sobbed, nearly doubling over, “Is this what it’s about?”

He did not answer her, only stepped further back, retreating into the forests. The branches groaned and snapped as their curled in towards him, like he would be swallowed in the forest. 

“Love is not weakness!” She screamed, she felt like she was talking to a brick wall. No, a brick wall might have more reason. 

“It is for me.” Beron told her, “It is for me. Love is blind, Andrea. People will make it my weakness. You will be the weapon they use against me.”

“Beron,” She said softly, as more tears poured down her face. She was standing here, watching him walk away from all of this, and she knew it was coming and god it still hurts. 

He swallowed hard, breathing deeply through his nose. As much as he tried to hide it, she still saw the silver pooling in those eyes she loved so much. Too much. 

As your flatter talk shivers down my spine

I hear the Holy One exposin' all the lies

Lord, forgive me, I know my flesh needs to die

“It’s not enough, Andrea.” Beron said, in a clear, strong voice, a forced voice, “You are not enough.”

It felt like a dagger was being driven into her stomach over and over and over. She reached out for him, and he took another step back. 

“Whatever it takes,” She said, “Please, I will do whatever it takes.”

“You will be the ruin of us!” He said, those tears fell, and they turned to vapor on his skin, “You will ruin us and you will ruin me!”

“What will it take?” She dared to continue, his hands began to steam, as fire swirled like fine wine in his eyes. She only summoned the amber of her own burning gaze. His fire was the last thing she was afraid of. 

“You are so bold now, that will be drained from you. You cannot handle what happens in the Vanserra family, Andrea, you are free now, you could never be caged and be happy.” His tone was wistful, he was trying desperately to convince her, and it only hardened her resolve. 

“I will be with you, that is better than anything else.”

“You are naive.”

“I am in love.”

A small smile, “Like I said, love is blind.”

She has the lips red as cherry wine

A poisonous kiss, she's part of the swine

My salvation won't be sacrificed

“Beron.” Andrea reached out, and for once, he didn’t step away. He let her take the Heir’s hand in her own, but he couldn’t meet her eyes. He looked down at his feet, hanging his head, almost ashamed. 

She took his chin between two fingers, lifting his eyes to hers. Andrea leaned in closer. Her lips brushing his own. 

Beron’s breathing hitched, and he barely choked out, “Please.”

“Please what?” She hummed. 

“Anything.” He croaked, “I-”

Beron broke. He broke entirely, his body began to shake uncontrollably and Andrea immediately pulled him into her arms. Wrapping herself entirely around him as his big arms pulled her in, no matter how many times he tried to step back, he always ended up twice as many closer. 

Beron buried his face into her fiery curls, breathing in her scent deeply. Rubbing his calloused hands over every part of her he could reach. Like he were willing them to stay in this moment forever. She would gladly. She’d never leave if it were up to her. 

“This will be the ruin of us both.” He said. 

“I’d have it no other way.”

“You will regret it,” He said, but he held her tighter all the same. 

Wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical

Oh, I'm gonna lose control, yeah, as you pull me close

-Skin and Bones by David Kushner

[olenvasynyt]

A bunch of random Lady of the Autumn Court headcanons! (warning: some are sad)

Loved to ride horses; before she married Beron, she was always travelling the Autumn countryside on horseback, jumping over riverbanks and fallen trees. Beron very rarely lets her ride anymore, and especially not out of the Forest House.

Very religious. She prays the Mother often, and takes to the Forest House temple for several hours, because she knows Beron or any other courtier would bother her while she's praying. She sometimes struggles with her faith in the Mother, but she still clings to her prayers for hope

Loves baking. Her favorite foods are cookies, muffins, cake, any sort of baked good. Doesn't do it as often anymore but the Forest House head cook always spoils her with a tray. When Elain and Lucien accept their bond, Elain and the LoA are always baking together and sharing recipes

Her favorite flowers are chrysanthemums and sunflowers

She sews and embroiders a lot of her sons' clothes. Eris' favorite jacket is this lovely red velvet with black embroidery around the collar and shoulders. He always likes to wear it during court meetings

LoA and her sisters were absolute menaces. When they were younger, they would sneak a bottle of whiskey out of their family's cellar and go on a picnic

Loves to walk barefoot outside. She loves the feeling of moss and soft grass on her feet

Her hair is very long, reaching past her waist. She taught all of her sons how to braid hair with her own: they would sit on her lap and she would drape her hair over them like a curtain

She lost her virginity to Helion, and it wasn't in some grand four-poster bed. Helion was showing her the stables of the Pegasus and they fucked in the hay of an empty stall

Is a very good liar and will lie about the littlest things to trick Beron and the other courtiers. They will fall for her faux weariness and naïvity

Her fire powers were incredibly strong when she was younger, but they have faded over the decades. She doesn't know exactly why, but she has suspicions

She wishes she could be a vegetarian, but Beron "disagrees" with that lifestyle. The head cook will often make her secret vegetarian plates

[readychilledwine]

A Burden To Carry

Villain's Week - Day 2 - Weakness

Summary - He had given her everything, loved her through all her ages, just to have one fight tear his whole world down

Warnings - abuse, infidelity, twisted family situations, love from an abuser's mind

A/n - Happy @sjmvillainweek day 2! For weakness, I decided to do something I've gotten a lot asks about: Lyria and Beron pre him learning she is Helion's daughter and not his. I firmly believe Beron would be a sucker for a daughter in a twisted sense and in a healing sense. If you have not joined Lyria's world, she is my Vanserra OC who put her magic into healing through touch, mainly massage therapy. She is, per Vanserra sister oc Tradition, mated to Azriel. If you are into different forms of poly relationships, acts of service, and smut, peep her masterlist. Otherwise, I did set this to where it can be read alone 💕

I have a pattern this week of drabble and longer fics just due to planning so much content. This is today's drabble.

✨️Lyria’s World✨️

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Beron had never known love like what he felt for his daughter as she bounced over to him. Her hair was in soft curls, her smile bright. Beron held love for so few things, but Lyria? Lyria was his light.

She was a small thing at the tender age of 6, still so curious about how the world worked, how how night became day, where the river went if it left to lands where she could not follow. He picked her up, holding her slightly above him before settling her on his lap.

“Daddy, if the leaves here are red, why are the leaves at Tamtam’s flowers?”

“Different seasons, my love.”

Lyria glared at the simplicity of his answer, “I think Tamtam's leaves are wrong.”

He could only chuckled at her standing with her in his arms, “And how do you suggest we fix them?” Beron had a running list of Lyria’s ideas and mis-speakings. From demanding her crown be more spark-y to stating she felt the solution to court disagreements was a slumber party where she'd play guard and smack high Lord's with her feathered pillow if they were being mean, he cherished that list. Cherished her.

“We take them from him,” she glared, her little voice far too innocent to realize she was implying going to war over trees being different. “Oh! Look what I can do!”

Lyria held her little hand to him, a fire coming to life on her palm.

A fire that looked far too much like a sun spark. Not like a raging hearth.

The image of her small display of magic haunted Beron as they ate that night. 4 sons. 1 daughter. 3 empty chairs.

He would be a fool to pretend the son that sat on one of those chairs was ever his. The skin tanned too easily in the sun, the hair in tighter curls and a deeper shade of red than he had ever seen. The eyes a slightly darker shade than predicted.

Lucien was never Beron's but Beron had played the part until the embarrassment could no longer be ignored. Since that fateful night, Beron had been under the impression his wife, the wife he thought he loved so much, wanted to have another child as an olive branch, an apology.

Now as he looked at that little girl, so glued to Eris's every word, he felt that same rage simmering deep within him.

“Daddy,” a little voice cut him from the thoughts he was having, “can I go play with Eris's puppies tonight?”

“Hounds,” Eris sighed, slightly annoyed. “They are hounds, sister.”

“No,” the answer made the whole table pause. Lyria had never heard no in her short life. “You were already out playing past curfew and conned me into skipping lessons today. You will go to bed early.”

Seeing her soft pout, her eyes watering, it broke his heart. It broke him as he continued looking at her, truly looking at her. Nothing physically indicated she was not his. She was the carbon copy of her mother. Same nose, same eyes, same chin.

Lyria's 16th birthday came in a flash of light and Beron kept his growing suspicious to himself as she sat at the vanity being forced to look the part he truly didn't know if she should have been given. In the past several years, he'd passed her off to Eris. Sighting her brother needing to be more involved with her as the reason. Beron loved her, he loved her more than he'd ever allow anyone to know, but he was not blind to the possibility that somehow she was not his.

“Daddy?”

“Lyria,” he tried to show no emotion in his voice as she stood, the red velvet dress hugging her torso before going to a full skirt, “stunning.” He moved to her, hand on her cheek. “Do you remember the rules?”

She nodded as she nuzzled into the rare contact from her father. A handmaiden forced her head straight, adding a simple tiara in, “No dancing with one suitor for too long. Honor each high lord with their own dance. Keep near Eris and his partner.”

“And,” he gripped her chin lightly.

“No running off with anyone. Male or female. I am to maintain my image.”

He nodded, satisfied, “Who is your first dance?”

“Eris, in place of you, to allow you to continue taking bids for my hand.”

The rules were simple as a hand went to her lower back, escorting her out the dressing room doors and into the hallway where the royal family stood waiting. Lyria was their star tonight. The red velvet dress had a straight neckline with stones leading to long sleeves. They, too, had been adorned with a rotation of diamonds in various sized.

Beron had spared no expense on this gown, not 100% thrilled it was different from traditional fashion, but her face as she had tried it on made it worth it. Eris quickly made the corset slightly tighter before looking her over and adjusting a few pieces of hair. “Aren't you just perfect,” her oldest brother murmured. “Excellent choice in gown father. Suitors will be aching to dance with her.”

His wife was the only one who seemed uncomfortable, “She is 16.” Her voice was soft in Beron's ear. “Perhaps we could wait and present her when-”

“She's of courting age,” Beron cut sharply the room falling silent like it had all those years ago when he first told Lyria no. “Her duty to is provide us with an alliance and grandchildren. She is my daughter. I see this as fit.”

Beron watched from his throne as Lyria charmed her way through every High Lord. She had glanced at him while dancing with Rhysand, a code they'd made to silently indicate when she'd found interest in a male. “Rumor has it that he likes them young,” Eris said bored. “Helion will be next, in place of his father. Prepare yourself, High Lord.” The exchange from Rhysand to Helion killed off that last shred of doubt in Beron's mind.

Where Helion touched Lyria. Lyria's skin faintly began to glow.

The same as it had when Helion's filthy hands touched Lucien.

Beron looked at his wife, what little gentleness he held gone, “Is she mine?” The question had his sons leaving the dais, suddenly very interested in several females in the room. “Is. She. Mine.”

All Lyria could hear from her room that night was screaming and fighting. Eris laid next her, whispering in her ear that none of this was her fault, that she was loved. He kept her behind him as Beron stormed into her room, trying to protect her.

The signs of what happened showed on Lyria's face, her body. Beron would not outright end her life, but there were times in the following years where he made her wish he had. Beron had hoped his love for her would die off, but by her 18th birthday, it was still there.

The affair was quiet, only suitors from Autumn, only males Beron deemed barely worthy. The light that burned so brightly in Lyria had died, diminished by her father as the last pieces of light in him died as well.

They say the best way to kill off a weakness is to stop caring about it.

And Beron, as he looked at the red haired girl going through the motions as she danced herself into exhaustion, realized he would never stop caring. No matter how much he wished he would.

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[acourtofladydeath]

SJM Villain Week '24 Day 4: Behind Closed Doors

When Adriana agreed to marry the youngest Vanserra brother, she had no idea what she was getting herself into... How will she and Beron survive the initiation when his family wants to break them?

In this fourth installment of "To Become A Vanserra," we see a glimpse of where it all began. How was Beron changed behind the closed doors of his own ritual? It's time to find out for @sjmvillainweek day 4.

Thank you to @secret-third-thing, @jules-writes-stories, and @climbthemountain2020 for being my hype women. Thank you to @pippsmcgee for being my beta!

This fic involves rape/non-con, coerced sexual acts, and descriptions of graphic violence. Read a snippet below, or the full fic on AO3!

Twisting her hands in the folds of her simple dress, Adriana stared down at the intricate gown laid before her, golden vines embroidered across the deep maroon velvet. The colors were gorgeous, if not slightly off-putting. Adriana hated wearing red of any shade. A trail of blood careened through her memories, never too far from her mind. She was often able to remove the murder of her father from her mind, but only if she could avoid the color red. This marriage was her chance to support her family, to take some of the load off her grieving mother and sisters. Pushing the memory aside, Adriana ran her hand across the smooth fabric, her fingers along the raised thread as it trailed delicately along the lines that most accentuated her body. She stopped at the high collar, feeling the cuff that would surround her throat like a restraint. “This seems a bit formal for lunch, does it not?” Adriana’s words were directed at no one in particular. There were so many servants in the room Mrs. Vanserra had directed her toward that she figured one would know the answer.  “Tis what the High Lord picked for you, m’lady,” the youngest girl said, her voice soft and slightly hesitant. But Adriana noticed a pair of older servants by the vanity share a look, one that sent apprehension shuddering down her spine.  One of the older servants, a stern woman with her apron tied tightly and an even tighter bun gestured for Adriana to come over. “Sit, girl, we haven’t got all day, and your hair just won’t do.”  Adriana’s hands tentatively touched her hair, the flowing curls she’d tirelessly done herself the night before still soft and voluminous. “What’s wrong with my hair?”  “The better question is what’s not wrong, dearie. No matter, you’ll learn the expectations in time,” the other servant by the vanity added, her hair braided and piled at the base of her neck. “Come sit so we can fix you.” 

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[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

The Lady of Autumn & Helion

"Beron.

He did not like that another male had... taken me from him.

So he took my name.

He took my name so that I could never be free of him."

Olivia Cooke as The Lady of Autumn

Amar Chadha-Patel as Helion Spell-Cleaver

Rumpelstiltskin au

Wikipedia: 'The Law of Names'. Knowledge of a true name allows one to affect another person or being magically. Knowing someone's true name gives the person (who knows the true name) power over them.

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After Helion saves the Lady of Autumn during the war, Beron; in a fit of possessive anger takes her name, forcing her to remain in Autumn.

It is only when her true name is discovered and used to call her again, that she can be freed.

Helion has spent the last 500 years trying to break Beron's snare. But how can he? When he cannot even remember his mate's name?

[maybeiwasjustjade]

The Tragedy that is the Vanserra family

*I just want to preface this by saying that I’m well aware that this might be a controversial opinion. My issue is simply with how that particular pairing was written, because clearly not a lot of thought was put into it when SJM changed canon to fit this pairing in. This was also not written with the intention of victim blaming. Only that this plot genuinely sucks ass because it makes everyone out as uglier than need be.

For such minor characters (sans Lucien, and Eris to an extent), the dynamics SJM has blessed us with paints such an interesting family coated in absolute tragedy. It also doesn’t help that almost all of it was seen through Feyre’s pov—who’s not exactly reliable nor capable of introspection most times.

All we know so far of Beron and his relationship with his children amounts to:

Aside from Helion and Rhysand, Beron’s the only HL that was active during the war 500 years ago.

He abuses his wife, though when it started is still ???

He routinely tortures Eris, and more than likely all his remaining children

He LOATHES Lucien

And it’s so easy to paint Beron as this needlessly cruel, manipulative 2D bastard who only exists to cause pain and carnage over everyone that breathes near him. The male tortures his children and sentenced one of them to death for falling in love with someone ‘lesser’—that alone makes him the worst male to come out of acotar by a landslide.

But there’s an art to Beron’s cruelty that SJM could have fun with. Routinely siccing and manipulating his children against each other, forever ensuring that they’d be too busy fighting and hating each other over him so that they’d be unable to overthrow him. And maybe he does have his reasons. Maybe he thinks that this is the only way possible to raise an heir that would be ruthless and merciless enough to overthrow him and destroy his competitors—probably the same thing Beron did to claim his throne. And if the children are too busy with each other to go after him…all the better.

Show them no compassion. Torture all the disobedience out of them to make them strong. Pit them against each other to please him. Heinous tactics, but evidently it works when Eris and Lucien are the results of it.

But this dynamic only works if that was who Beron is, and how he was raised to be. I don’t suppose we’ll ever really know, not unless a large chunk of Lucien’s future storyline revolves around his roots in Autumn. But knowing sjm and how dirty she did Spring, Lucien’s arc will be about Day.

But back to Beron and the LoA:

Curious how the LoA is still nameless, but SJM purposely and canonically provided a timeline to show how much of a poor victim the LoA is. I want to make it clear that I am not condoning the abuse the LoA is facing from Beron. I don’t think anyone deserves to be abused or tortured the way Berons does his family, nor will anything justify it.

However, I am side-eyeing the way she WROTE Helion and LoA’s affair. I think what she little she wrote yet specifically gave painted them both as absolute fucking morons.

Canonically, we have no idea if Beron knows without doubt that Lucien isn’t his. Hell, we have no proof that he even knew about Helion at all; only that Helion certainly believes so, and what Feyre perceives as the truth. And that truth is ugly.

My opinion is that for the story to work, Beron can’t have known about Helion specifically. An affair perhaps, but not specifically who. Why? Because I wouldn’t doubt Beron would have killed Helion for it the moment he found out. Helion wasn’t High Lord until <50 years pre-Acotar. If Beron wanted Helion dead for having an affair with his wife, I doubt even the previous HL would have stopped Beron from lobbing of Helion’s head. Now assuming Beron knew about the affair specifically, but not about Lucien, I can see canon coming to fruition.

The only issue is Lucien’s features. He needs to look very, very similar to the LoA and not at all Helion. If Beron knew it was Helion, he’d be paying double attention on Lucien’s features to see who sired him. But say he doesn’t care who did it, only that it did. Lucien was screwed from the getgo as a possible affair baby. But that’s hardly the biggest issue with how the affair was written.

According to Helion’s recount of his affair, it started during the war when he rescued the LoA. Sure, rumor has it they met before her marriage, but it wasn’t until then that it became an actual affair. And it lasted decades. We don’t know how old Lucien is. Most have guessed that he can’t be older than ~400 at series starts. Following the timeline provided by Helion, there’s about 130 years age gap between Eris and Lucien, and five sons between. The LoA had at least two more kids born before the war started, leaving three sans Lucien to be born after.

See where I’m going with this?

If the affair only ended because Beron found out, preferably before Lucien was born or he’d be dead at birth, then on-off or no, that affair lasted a century. My question is: did Beron begin tormenting his wife before or after he found out about the affair? And was he already torturing his children before he found out, or was that punishment for what their mother did?

If Beron only began abusing and assaulting the LoA after Helion, then there’s a chance he only started hurting his sons around that time too. It also begs the question on whether or not Helion sired more than one Vanserra child. Even if the answer was no, it’s not like Beron would believe the LoA. Not after she cuckolded him. So he hurts her as punishment, doubling that pain by going after all their children too.

Lucien especially, for being mama’s favorite. I doubt Beron ever had to do much to encourage the torment Lucien faced from his brothers. He never had to; she did it to him all on her own by loving him best. And in a household where everything is a competition and love a weakness, Lucien was weakest by being the most loved. Oh, how they must’ve loathed him for it. His birth was the reason their lives became a living hell. A mother that perhaps loved them, but not enough if she outright favored the youngest, knowing his existence was their punishment.

But that’s the kinder story, if you can believe it. A female who was never happy, who found happiness outside her wedded husband, and was punished for it terribly. Her cold husband turned cruel bastard, who punished her for the crime of finding joy outside of him and their children. She didn’t know this was going to be her future.

Yet, the alternative is so much worse.

Because it implies that Beron already was a cruel and abusive bastard, who already hurt his wife and children immensely, and the LoA went and had an affair anyway. I can’t blame her for wanting to escape from Beron. Perhaps she was actually happy with Helion. But she did it knowing that the punishment would be so much worse if Beron found out, and he did.

Helion couldn’t have protected her. Claiming Lucien as his son would’ve been a death sentence to both from Beron’s wrath. And with a century long affair, there was no proof that Lucien was the only one that wasn’t Beron’s child. Not unless most of the Vanserras look like their father more, and we don’t even know that because they have no names or features described. And even then, the LoA was lucky that Lucien’s skin tone and features favored her instead.

I don’t care that a woman cheated on her abusive husband repeatedly. You do you, and all that. I care that the LoA is written as knowing what an absolute monster her husband already was to their living children, and clearly not thinking of what he’d do to them if she’s caught. This is Beron—he could’ve killed all their children as punishment. The man tortures his son bloody—I wouldn’t put it past him to kill them all and start fresh. She put them in so much danger by having Lucien.

I don’t like the way Helion knows what a bastard Beron is, yet not caring when he had a century long affair with a HL’s wife, knowing that she might be killed if found out. And he would be powerless to stop it.

I don’t like how neither of them even considered that she might’ve gotten pregnant from their affair, especially knowing that the LoA already had SIX CHILDREN.

I hate how their affair is going to be spun into some kind of romance of the ages, mates who were forcibly separated by a monster, when in reality it’s more like the love story of two morons who didn’t spare a single braincell to actually think before going back to each other often enough to have a whole ass CHILD.

Jfc, SJM definitely didn’t think through enough when she decided to add this into the story. Too many plot holes, and not enough sense to justify the absolute stupidity of cuckolding a High Lord with someone who couldn’t even protect her if they were caught. She wanted drama but spared no thought to logic, per usual.

[alicentsaegon]

Beron & LoA Mates au part 3 (?)

[bookish-brainrot-00]

☼❝𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑼𝑴𝑵❞☼

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Just saying that Eris has Helion’s eyes

[veenvss]

Autumn Court

The Family 1/8

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ACOTAR to me has always had so much potential but it was just ruined by it's execution. however, I am a grown woman (I'm 18) and I also have free time so I though, "Huh, why not do it myself?"

Hi.

This is a post on the Autumn Court and it's royal family.

What we know canonically of the Autumn Court, is that it's one of the Seasonal Courts in the south of Prythian and it's current High Lord is Beron Vanserra. Beron has a wife, who is canonically unnamed, and six sons. He also unknowingly adopted Lucien, who is actually the secret love child of his wife and another High Lord (who wasn't even a High Lord at the time of the affair... like talk about ego)

I did a quick google search (which was really just reading the AI answer at the top of the page) and found nothing on the meaning of "Vanserra" however, there was an answer on Beron. Could be an altered form of the French "Biron" or a Germanic pet name for the name "Bero". I decided to choose the German, so from here on out, the Autumn Court High Fae has German names.

Beron's wife, Lady of Autumn, I've called Friederike Vanserra (nee Sommer). As you can probably see, it's the German feminine form of Frederick. It means "peaceful ruler" and her maiden name, very obviously, means "summer". I specifically chose that name cause I like to think of Friederike as the complete opposite of her husband. She's always kind and gentle and is generous towards other people, even if they are meant to be "beneath her", such as Feyre in ACOTAR. In my mind, ACOMAF Feyre where she gives away her jewellery is an alternate Friederike if she wasn't married to Beron. And I like to think that as a child, her sisters called her Fritzi.

Beron's oldest son is canonically called Eris but I'm changing that. He was born Ekkehard Vanserra. He's the eldest son and has to deal with a lot of responsibility and he is canonically tortured by his father, as Cassian figured out in ACOSF. There are multiple different ways to spell this name, such as Ekkehardt or Eckhart. The name is comprised of the Old German "ekka" meaning "edge" and "hart" meaning "hard". I think this name is good for Eris, who has to be hard and strong in order to survive to kill his father and survive his brothers and just the overall court dynamics in Autumn. However, I do like the idea of Eris as a name. I like to think that Lucien changed his name after he fled the Autumn Court and Eris did so as well, as some sort of solidarity with his brother, and he just used the idea of "names have power" to throw off his father. Eris is actually feminine and she's the Goddess of Strife in Greek Mythology and she's either the sister of Ares, the God of War, or the daughter of Nyx, the Primordial Goddess of the Night.

Beron's other sons: Meinrad Vanserra, the second son. From the Old German "megin" meaning "power, strength" and "rat" meaning "counsel, advice".

Siegfried Vanserra, the third son. From the Old German "sigu" meaning "victory" and "fridu" meaning "peace". This is one of the sons Tamlin murdered when he saved Lucien, and I chose that because this is the same name as an old Germanic hero who was killed and I thought "Why not?".

Kunibert Vanserra, the fourth son. From the Old German "kunni" meaning "clan, family" or the similar "kuni" meaning "royal" and "beraht" meaning "bright".

Otmar Vanserra, the fifth son. From the Old Frankish "aud" or the Old German "to" both meaning "wealth, fortune" and the Old German "mari" meaning "famous".

Jost Vanserra, Beron's final son. From what I found, this name is the German form of the name Joyce which has quite a few variations. I also chose him to be the second son that Tamlin killed because what's more tragic than Friederike losing her two youngest children.

and finally: Lucien Vanserra. Lucien as a name is French, and it's the French form of Lucianus or Lucius, which were both derived from "lux" which means "light" so haha SJM his name means light and he's the son of the High Lord of Day. And as I said before, and as was seen before with Eris, I think that because no one knew that Lucien is actually Helion's son, and Beron thought he was his own, he was born with an Autumn Court name which he changed when he fled. I chose Levin, which is a version of the Old German name "Leobwin" which is "liob" meaning "dear, beloved" and "wini" meaning "friend." Because that's what is he is, a sweetie pie close friend to quite a few people.

I think the Autumn Court is so cool and interesting and if this were to take place in the modern times and they were just a rich family, I would hope to think that they'd be posting family drama on tiktok or reddit so we get to enjoy their drama.

[darkphilosophies]

I’m in a mood to write some cursed ships. Drop your suggestions and I’ll write a little drabble for each one. Smut or no smut based on your preference :)

[olenvasynyt]

I really need to know that Lady of Autumn’s name is, but I do like that it’s a mystery right now. SJM has a habit of just not naming characters lmao (Papa and Mama Archeron, King of Hybern, for example), but LoA just being called her title is an excellent way of stripping her of her anatomy. She is not her own person, she is simply the Lady of Autumn. Aka Beron’s property, since Beron basically is Autumn.

I think it would be incredible to either 1. Find out her name in Lucien’s pov because she is more than just the Lady of Autumn to him, or find out her name when Beron is dead. Because she wouldn’t be the Lady of Autumn anymore: she would be free to see her son Lucien, to see Helion and have a life with him in Day.

Lady of Autumn becomes [insert her first name here], High Lady of Day ☀️

[acourtofladydeath]

SJM Villain Week Day 7: Free Day

This is a follow up to my omegaverse week fic "Hate and Heat" and you'll want to read that first! I've put both these fics in a series called "Vanserra Omegaverse".

Lost in his heat, Beron finally agrees to Adriana's and Eris' suggestions and let's the High Lord of the Day Court give him what he so desperately needs.

Thank you to @queercontrarian for betaing!

Find out exactly how Helion helps for day 7 of @sjmvillainweek. Read a snippet below or the full fic on AO3!

Groans drifted through the heavy oak door as Adriana approached, her arms heavily laden with blankets from her bed. She sighed, tilting her head back toward the ceiling as she shook it slowly. Each heat her husband worsened, refusing to give his body what it so desperately needed to survive. The stubborn ass would be the death of himself. Another breath later, the Lady of Autumn pushed through the door and entered the throne room.  Beron writhed on the throne, tearing at his cloak to adjust it around himself more comfortably. He whimpered as it caught on the arm of the chair, unable to position it in the way his body craved. Adriana fought the roll of her eyes; he never could get comfortable on the throne. A small part of her felt bad for the High Lord, so tormented by his designation he denied its physiology.  “You can’t keep going on like this,” she said as she unfolded each blanket and tucked it around Beron in the throne. He took to adjusting them properly as soon as they touched his heated skin. “It’s getting worse every cycle. You need more help than I can give.”  The High Lord simply grunted in response, shuffling around to try and get some relief. As his legs rubbed together just so he let out a desperate, needy keening sound from the back of his throat.  “You need an alpha, Beron.”

Finish reading on AO3.

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[antipinkkitten]

Act 3 kicks off with a POV switch. I hope you all enjoy the other perspective for awhile.

[seleneprince]

My girl Nesta is out there living my dream (good for her, good for her)

Crackship throuple.

A scandalous entanglement in the House of Vanserra

LoA / Nesta / Beron

The dolls that get it, get it. And if you don't, that's okay but I don't wanna hear about it