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We need more guillotined effigies.

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HOLY SHIT THIS IS NOT A DRILLLL

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Peaceful moments🌼

[ld-666]

He's doing his part.

[inky-writing]

Reunion

Eris Vanserra x reader

Warnings: blood, fear, torture, death, possible SA (not explicit)

Word count: 928

The scent of blood lingered in the air as Eris stood in the ruins of what had once been his father’s. Beron’s reign of terror had ended by his hand, but the weight of centuries spent under the High Lord’s reign was heavy on his chest.

Eris had no illusions that his life would be simple after this. He had spent decades gathering his strength, sharpening his mind, waiting for the moment when Beron would finally fall. And yet, standing here in the ashes, he felt no triumph, only exhaustion and something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years: hope.

The dungeons were his next destination, a place he had always avoided out of necessity, not cowardice. Beron’s cruelty had extended far beyond his own family, and Eris knew that whatever lay behind those iron doors would haunt him for the rest of his days. But he needed to see it, to ensure no remnants of his father’s darkness remained.

Torchlight flickered against the cold stone walls as he descended the stairs. The air grew colder with each step, and the faint sound of breathing echoed through the silence. Prisoners. He hadn’t expected any to survive.

His steps faltered when he reached the last cell.

A figure sat curled in the corner, cloaked in shadow. Tangled hair hung limply around her face, her body draped in tattered fabric that barely qualified as clothing. Her breathing was shallow, and she flinched as the light from his torch fell on her.

“Who…” Eris’s voice caught, a tremor he hadn’t felt in centuries ripping through him.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Y/N?” he whispered, his knees nearly buckling as he stepped closer.

Her head shot up at the sound of his voice, but there was no recognition in her eyes. Only fear.

“Stay back!” she hissed, her voice hoarse from years not speaking. She scrambled further into the corner, her wrists bound with rusted chains that had rubbed her skin raw.

Eris froze, the torchlight illuminating her face. It was her. The mate he had thought he’d lost centuries ago. The mate he had mourned every day since the fire that had supposedly taken her from him.

He had dreamed of this moment, imagined it countless times in the long years since her death. But this? This was a nightmare.

“It’s me” he said softly, dropping to his knees just outside the cell. “It’s me, Eris”

Her eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a snarl. “Don’t lie to me. I know who you are, Beron”.

The name struck him like a blow, his breath hitching as he saw the way she recoiled, trembling. She didn’t recognize him. Worse, she thought he was his father.

Eris’s hands clenched into fists, the fire in his veins threatening to consume him. What had Beron done to her? What had he allowed to happen while he had been blind to her survival?

“Y/N,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m not him. I swear to you, I’m not him”.

She didn’t respond, her gaze darting to the torch in his hand as though she expected him to strike her with it. The realization shattered what was left of his composure.

It took hours to convince her to let him enter the cell. Days to gain enough of her trust to touch her chains. And months, agonizing, endless months, to begin to repair what Beron had broken.

Eris had always thought of himself as a patient male, but this was something else entirely. He couldn’t rush her recovery, couldn’t force her to remember him or believe his words. All he could do was be there, to prove to her every day that he was not his father, that he would never hurt her.

At night, he sat by her bed in the forest house he had taken her to after her rescue, watching over her as she slept. Sometimes she would wake screaming, her eyes wild with terror, and he would hold her until her fear eased.

Other times, she would look at him with something other than fear, curiosity, perhaps, or even recognition. Those moments kept him going, even when his heart felt like it was breaking all over again.

It took her nearly two years before she finally said his name, her voice trembling but clear.

“Eris?”

He had turned to her so quickly he nearly knocked over the chair he was sitting in. “I’m here”, he said, his hands trembling as he reached for hers.

Her fingers brushed against his, tentative but deliberate, “I… I remember”. She was crying, but those weren’t tears of sadness, no, those were tears of Joy, “I remember you. You’re my mate, I can feel you Eris, I…”, she broke down once again, she couldn’t believe it.

Tears streamed down his face as he pulled her into his arms, holding her as though she might disappear if he let go. For the first time in centuries, he felt whole.

Their wedding was held six months after. It as a quiet affair, held under the light of the full moon in the heart of the forest. It was a new beginning, a chance to build a life together free from sorrow and fear.

Eris knew there would always be scars, on both of them. But as he stood in front of her, his mate, her hands in his and her smile brighter than the sun, he knew one thing with absolute certainty.

They had survived. Together, they would heal. And together, they would burn brighter than the radiant sun.

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Truly a perfect cross-section cut of why I love this site.

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[luizaknd]

Carpe Diem

Quando nossos corpos se encontram,

o sangue ferve

os pelos arrepiam

e as luzes se apagam.

A mão se move pela carne,

o corpo treme

o suor escoa

e uma mistura de emoções se aflora.

Nesse momento nem sei onde estou,

só sei o que fazer

que é te dar carinho

em nome do meu amor.

Ana Luiza

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THE ORIGINAL I LIKE YOUR SHOELACES POST???!!! IN THE YEAR 2025???!!!

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#blessed boop day to all who celebrate

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