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ACOTAR

Chosen not Fated Eris x Fem!Reader: prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 [DISCONTINUED] reason why

What if the High Lords didn't revive Rhysand

The Beast Within (Tamlin x Beron)

Star Wars

CodyWan week 2024

The Hunger Games

She Likes a Boy

The Summer I Turned Pretty

The Wedding Guest , Part 2

Stranger Things

Michael Wheeler There Is Still Time

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Can ao3 come back I skipped the fanfic.net stage and went from quotev to ao3 I don’t feel like starting now

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Michael Wheeler There Is Still Time

link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78484516

Ship: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Summary: Spring 2024, Mike Wheeler’s daughter Willow takes him to see the newly released film I Saw the TV Glow, you can guess the rest

Tags: Internalized Homophobia, Mike Wheeler's Internal Monologue, Mike WHeeler is Bad at Feelings, Mike Wheeler is a Mess, Mike Wheeler loves Will Byers, but it takes him 35 years to be ok with that, Mike Wheeler has internalized homophobia, because of Ted Wheeler, Angst, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, If Chappell Roan's Good Luck Babe would ruin Mike what would happen if Mike watched I Saw the TV Glow, the ending is kinda depressing if you think about the implications, bittersweet, Mike Wheeler's self-deprecating thoughts TM, Canon Compliant, but if you think its in Vecan's mindscape it also works, Mike gets to suffer for that Friends No... Best Friends line, Mike gets karmic damage for naming his kid after Will, Suicidal thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Mentions the quarry jump, Mike is going though it in this fic

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Chosen not Fated Chapter 8

Eris x Fem!Reader

Tags: marriage of convenience, rhysand slander, depression, suicidal ideation, slow burn, fake dating

Summary: Tired of a life in the shadow among the inner circle, Rhysand’s younger sister decides to take her life into her own hands and makes a desperate grab for power.

Chapter Summary: Life in the autumn court, meeting with the lady of autumn to prepare for my future, family dinner evil Beron and murder planning with Eris. Spy from night makes contact with reader

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It was a peaceful day in Autumn, the leaves were falling off the trees, a light breeze in the air, I was sitting with the Lady of Autumn, on her personal balcony, she had requested a meeting as soon as the obligatory honeymoon time was allotted. Eris and I spent the past month in his estate. A month of passing each other and sleeping in separate rooms, the only month we would be allotted that luxury, away from the eyes of court. The estate was small compared to the Forest House, but by no means cozy. I could spend all day never seeing him, all I had to do was avoid his office, being the general of the Autumn army doesn’t give you a day off, it doesn’t matter who your father is. We ate together, a pleasant conversation, nothing more. The Lady was a nice person to be around, the air of sadness clung to her like a newborn.

“I hope the court is treating you well” said the Lady of Autumn

“Yes, you have raised your son well, he is nothing but respectful towards me”

“You needn’t lie to me, we are alone here, I need to know if you are ok”

“I am being truthful my lady”, I say lowering my head to feign embarrassment

“He is respectful, but to say the truth he seems distracted, there is a lot on his mind” “There is a lot on everyone’s mind these days”

“You speak true, my lady” I say “I, I wonder what my brother is thinking of my predicament”

“Why?”

“May I speak my mind, I mean no disrespect” I say, the Lady of Autumn makes a gesture that implies I can speak

“He likes control, being the High Lord gives you that, I’ve lived in Night my whole life, and now I am out of his grasp, I wonder how he is taking it, he hasn’t tried to make contact since the wedding” The words spill out of my mouth, The lady looks at me with pity,

“You think of your old home, there is nothing wrong with that, cast out the thoughts of mind, if what you say of my son is true, you shall be fine, perhaps not good, but fine. You are safe here, from him”, said the Lady of Autumn. “Thank you my lady, your words comfort me” I reply

“Please, dear, call me mother, we are family now” She said

“I haven’t had a mother in many years” “And I won’t ever replace her, you don’t have to call me mother if you wish not, but you deserve some comfort in this house”

“Thank you, you don’t know how much that means to me” I say, relieved that I have control over that, at least

“I do dear, I was like you once, I hope things are different for you”

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In the Forest House I had taken to my, our, I mentally correct myself, chambers, changing out of my day clothes to a fine dress suited for a family dinner, one which is held every night, a dreary affair. The Lady and I remained silent during dinner, offering smiles when needed, seen and not heard. How I wish that I would have a private dinner, one where I could be silent, alone with myself at peace, without the watching eyes of the men in the household. 

Sitting at the vanity, my face staring back at me, Nothing on the outside had changed, physically I looked as I did in Night, wearing different colors, more modest dresses, but my face looked the same, It hadn’t been years since my arrival, Autumn has been my home for barley more than a month, a blip in the lives of the fey. The plot, the deal that was struck, fruition that it would reap could take years, years of living under Beron’s control. Hopefully at Eris’ side, the transfer of power will happen sooner than I fear.

I hear the door creak open and feel his presence enter the room

“I heard you had tea with my mother” Eris announced, tone unreadable.

“It was insightful on the working of the court” I respond, turning in my chair,

“Was it” he questioned

“It was nice talking to her, more people should” I say saddened

“Hey,” Eris said lifting up my chin “everything will be alright”

“It will be once you rule”

Eris laughs, his hand rests on his chest “Why, dear wife, that is treason” he leaned closer and in a low voice 

“So how can I help you, become High Lord”

“Since you asked,” Eris moved to a plush seat near me.

“It is a simple ritual, for the Lordship, you must challenge the previous lord to a duel, The duel can be anything, but my ancestors have always picked a fight to the death, it is a dangerous rite to claim, for only one leaves the ring alive, you must be sure that you will win, and every High Lord fears the day their offspring will gain enough power to destroy them, but wants the court to remain strong after he is gone, it is a battle of the mind as well as steel”

“And you are ready? I’ve lost one husband already, my place would not be secure with you dead, and I won’t be welcomes back to Night, I’ve burnt my bridges there”

Eris laughs “Of course I am ready, you care about your own ends more than anything don’t you” “That was the deal, you agreed to it, have you forgotten so quickly”

“I could never forget,” Eris said before suddenly standing up and making his way to the door, his hand rests on the handle 

“I’ve got some work to do before dinner, don’t wait for me”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” I say, cut off by the door slamming shut.

With a sigh, I turn back to the vanity, the ornate lacquered wood has strewn upon it many tiny glass bottles full of various concoctions to pretty your face and body. A mirror stands tall, attached to the table framed with the same wood, the wood branching off to form a lovely pattern along the edges. 

Out of the corner of my eye I spot a figure in the dark, the shadows not quite right. Knowing at once that this was the mark of the shadow singer, and by extension Rhysand 

“I know you’re in here” I call out to an empty room, “no one can winnow within these walls”. Still silence. 

“If you’ve come to murder me, trust I am not an easy prey,” only then does the shadows materialize into a person, it was a fey I did not recognize but their wardrobe, all in black fabric fading into the shadows of the room, looked like the ones Azriel wore. 

“I have not come here to kill you,” the fey said, his voice scratchy from disuse, “I am here to protect you,”

“I do not need protection.”

“Then you are a fool,”

“How dare you, I could have you executed for that,” I said, more heated then I meant too, 

“And will you?”

“Perhaps later,” I say “I assume my brother sent you,”

“I cannot reveal who sent me,”

“Look at yourself, It’s kind of obvious,” “If it is obvious then why ask?”

“Confirmation, I shouldn’t even be speaking to you, did you think you could follow me around and not be spotted”

“Hubris maybe”

“Brave to admit fault, you must leave”

“Leave?” “I order you to leave and to never return”

“My Master wouldn't allow it” “Are you here not for my protection, for I am safer with you nowhere near, for this is a slight against my Husband, to deem him inappropriate to protect me, a slight against this court. I command you to leave, I will not issue this order once more, for I will reveal you if you disobey,”

“As you wish, my lady,” the fey said before sinking into the shadows of the room, my curtains fluttered out the window as a breeze filled the room but for a moment.

Finally alone. 

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Chosen not Fated Chapter 7

Eris x Fem!Reader

Tags: marriage of convenience, rhysand slander, depression, suicidal ideation, slow burn, fake dating

Summary: Tired of a life in the shadow among the inner circle, Rhysand’s younger sister decides to take her life into her own hands and makes a desperate grab for power.

Chapter Summary: It's the wedding

a/n: The big event you’ve been waiting for, I’m dying from avoiding writing  y/n or making an OC name, also another thing I hate about these books is the use of ‘male’ and ‘female’ instead of ‘man’ and ‘woman’, it icks me out and I DO know why. Tell me why in lectures I have the capacity to write but not out of them.

For the wedding dance I was picturing a tango, with how the dancing is described in the books from the autumn court and with the fire powers I think a Tango is best suited for. while the Night Court I think would be a waltz, I Headcanon that the Winter Court dance with Ice Skates cus duh. 

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My wedding is in a few hours, rumors have been circulating in the realm, no matter how proper the engagement was it was made in haste, there are rumors that I am pregnant and didn’t want the shame of a child out of wedlock, nor a bastard of Autumn, it would mess up the line of succession for them if the rumor was true. In truth we haven't even kissed properly, a few on the cheek and the hand but not on the lips. Maybe I should have brought it up sooner, but by the looks of it our first kiss would be at the altar. It’s not like I haven’t kissed someone before, I found my mate for cauldrons sake I shouldn’t be worried, but what if doesn’t look good, what if it is awkward and wrong, and it shows to the audience, then the farce would be over and a different one would have to be constructed, and I have been planning this one for hundreds of years, I really didn’t want to change it simply because a kiss looked wrong and drew suspicion. 

My future High Lord and father in law is definitely a character, I’ve met him a handful of times in my life and most of those have been over the past three weeks, Cauldron knows what Eris said to Beron to allow this proposal and not to deny the whole arrangement, but I am grateful that he allowed this, apart from that feeling he is a cold man, I feel silenced in front of him, I met him in the throne room of the Autumn Court, being presented to the court as the new Bride of the Heir to the Autumn Court a future Lady of Autumn. 

Lord Beron’s gaze was like molten lava, it burned into my body, boiling my blood, he was judging me, my looks and how I held myself, If I would make a good broodmare and nothing more. 

I’d spent meals eating with the family, smiling at their jokes, sitting next to Eris as the Lady of Autumn sat next to Beron. Playing the role of a doe eyed girl, blinded by love. They know me, they know how I act. How the Night Court acts. I’m hanging off of Eris’s arm the whole time. 

The room I am in is a guest’s chambers, it is finely furnished, I won’t be staying here for another night, instead taking my time in Eris’s chambers, I look in the mirror, the ladies attending to me have left me alone to give me time to mentally prepare, I have nothing left to prepare I am solid in my conviction, I do look beautiful though, my wedding dress is a white gown with long flowing sleeves which since at the wrist, the neckline plunges to below my breasts showing off my cleavage.My hair flowing down my back with a braided crown secured with a tiara.

“I am ready” I call out to the hall, the ladies who helped me get ready re-enter the room before showing me out of the room, flanking me down the halls, until I reach the two large doors that when open will seal my future.

The doors opened, everyone in the hall rose, and a the music swelled as I walked down the aisle for the second time in my life, yet everything is different, I see Eris dressed in traditional autumn garb, a suit of a muted dark green, with bronze embroidery swirling around on his chest the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks make him look even more stunning. 

I hear in the back of my head my brother's voice calling out to me I can get you out of here at a moment's notice I respond no need brother  and promptly shove him out of my head. I notice Rhysand standing close to the front, I ignore him refocusing my gaze on Eris, He is looking at me like a goddess, there is joy in his eyes, a convincing act. 

I walk up to the altar stopping in front of Eris, I look at him, the joy hasn’t left his eye, the officiant started speaking but I wasn’t listening I was only looking in his eyes, seeing his face, how his smile lines form, the crinkling in his eyes. I smile back at him, when he leans in towards me I realize I’ve not been paying attention to the officiant, Eris cups my face pulling me towards him, our noses are touching, I lean in to him and kiss him. It was a chaste kiss, but I yearned for more, to fall into his arms and for Eris to catch me. The kiss ended all too soon, I want more. We turned to the crowd of smiling Autumn Court members and my new family on the left, while my old family acting begrudged of the union on the right. 

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Dinner is a pleasant affair, there is formality and dancing, the air is jovial and full of feasting guests. Eris and I are sitting near the throne, below the dias at a table facing the crowd. Beron and the Lady of Autumn were sitting at a table on the dias, raised above us, making it look like we are mere children. Even on your wedding day no one is better than the High Lord. 

Rhysand, Feyre, Mor, Nesta and Elain were seated with the guests, an insult to Rhysand and Feyre for sure, seated next to the ‘lesser fey’ as if they were commoners.Being guests, is something they never grew accustomed to walking where they pleased. Elain didn’t seem to mind, for as soon as the music began she sprung from her seat to dance the night away. Autumn dancing was unlike Night, where there was structure and rigidity in Night, the moves have a fluidity to them, you fall and rise with the music, there's a type of seduction to it you cannot place, only knowing that it is there. 

“Care for a dance, wife” he said pulling my attention away from the dancers 

“Possessive aren’t you”

“It’s tradition, a public first dance, don’t want to disappoint the crowds do we”

“Then I would love a dance… husband” I say and he chuckled, face dipping low, when he looked back at me his eyes were hard.

As we rose, the room fell silent, all heads turned to us, Eris’s hand in mine I am part led, part dragged down to the center of the room.

With a light spin we faced each other. The orchestra lifted their instruments as the conductor raised their arms signaling the dance is about to begin. A beat, the music began quietly, as we bow to each other. Eris’ eyes bore into me, his gaze intense, the fire that runs through his blood reaching his eyes. Then the music rose, the tempo was fast, elating. Eris grabbed my waist and hand, I placed my free hand on his arm. A tight embrace. My body moves involuntarily, with the feel of the music. This was the closest I had physically been to him for such an extended time, our bodies touching, but definitely not the last. The moves blend from gracefulness into passion 

Our legs moving parallel to each other across the room, occasionally stepping further into each other's space, I lean into him, my weight pressing into him, my foot resting on the other as he leans back, creating a diagonal line before harshly standing straight. 

As we dance I purposefully drag my heel across his leg as I step around him. 

One arm raised high clasped with his as we stalk around each other before spin in place, in and out, moving back together his arm returns to my back we move around the hall, slowly other partners took to the floor.

The music moved quickly from a strong note contoting speed to a more melodic one the next second making our dance move very quickly while holding the pose for longer, We move our legs in serpentine motions, Me stalking towards him while he is heading backwards. Then I head backwards and he’s moving towards me, he moves to my other side, his hand brushing my lower back. 

The music is picking up more and more as the speed of the dance continues, then Eris drips me, I am bent backwards one leg sticking in the air a perfect straight line, His face so close to mine, our noses touching. The music seizes at the crescendo. There are a few precious moments of peace, I see Eris, he is smiling, one that reaches his eyes, it looks nice, we’re both lightly sweating from dancing, breathing heavily. 

Then the clapping begins, Eris pulls me up to face the crowds, the Autumn gentry seem excited, they part towards the great oak doors of the hall. Eris takes my arm and leads me out of the room, I smile at the crowd, they smile back, I smile at Eris, he smiles back.

When the doors close behind us, he drops my arm, we walk in silence down to Eris’ chambers, it's a long walk down winding corridors, it would feel cramped if not for the vast ceilings. I never been inside his chambers, despite being married previously, the traditions of Autumn bride-to-be’s held strong. 

His Chambers were big, far bigger than mine in Night, being the heir to the throne had its perks it seemed, the room was sectioned off, the main area had a large fireplace already lit with plush couches to match, bookshelves lined  the walls and they were overflowing with books. His bedroom area was on a platform, a large bed, writing desk and vanity everything designed to match. A door off to the side left open shows a glimpse of the washroom and his closet.

Eris walked in grabbing one of the many blankets off the bed and placed it on one of the couches. 

“What are you doing?”, I say

“I can take the couch, unless you don’t want to be in my bed, then you can take the couch, I promise it is quite comfortable if I am willing to sleep on it” “No, we are a married couple, we should sleep in the same bed, what if one of the maids walk in and sees trouble in paradise this close to the wedding date”

“I’m not trying to creep you out, we don’t need to keep up appearances here”

“I’m not creeped out, just I’m not stealing you bed, and I’m not sleeping on a couch, no offense”

“Can you help me” I say, Eris looks up, my back is turned to him, I pull my hair off my back, I can hear him walk towards me, then I feel his hands move down my back, I freeze, his hands are warm yet a shiver runs down my spine. I feel him unbutton my dress, the material coming looser, I place my hands on my bust keeping the dress up, Eris’ hands go lower and lower, then they're gone, only to reappear in my hair, taking the tiara out, then the pins holding the braids up. When my hair comes loose he places his hands on my shoulders, it’s strangely comforting, I turn to face him, he is already in his bed clothes, he is shirtless with  loose fitting breeches that are hung at his hips. I am not unused to the naked male form, but it has been a while, and he looked so pretty. 

“Well, Husband, I am going to change if you don’t mind”

“I don’t, do you?” He said questioningly, Two can play at this game

“No, I don’t” I say as I drop the dress leaving my naked form and saunder to the walk in closet to collect my dressing gown, looking back one last time to see Eris, frozen in the spot I left him, his face is one of disbelief, or perhaps pride in my actions, then I shut the door behind.

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Chosen not Fated Chapter 6

Eris x Fem!Reader

Tags: marriage of convenience, rhysand slander, depression, suicidal ideation, slow burn, fake dating

Summary: Tired of a life in the shadow among the inner circle, Rhysand’s younger sister decides to take her life into her own hands and makes a desperate grab for power.

Chapter Summary: Hewn City issues

a/n: SJM wrote herself into a corner with how she has described Hewn City and how Rhysand the all-powerful doesn’t have full control over his court. She has split the night court into a court of dreams and court of nightmares. She has written slums and segregation into her romance books, it makes her leads look ignorant at the best and evil at the worst because she refuses to acknowledge this. I first drafted this chapter after my class on Imperialism.

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News of my engagement spread throughout the Courts, many were wary on if the engagement would last. The news spread fast but rumors spread faster. There were rumors my honor was broken, that I was pregnant and a cover up was created, the pessimistic among the court believed a war was on the horizon and this was some political alliance while the wistful thought it was some star crossed lovers story between the courts that wouldn’t end in tragedy, some fey who believed the pregnancy theory even believed that it wasn’t Eris’s child but would raise the child out of dignity or some other reason, The most ridiculous that I heard, Mor had told me on her visit to Velaris was that we were mates, despite the very public knowledge that I already found and accepted my mate. None of them were true of course. I can only imagine what Eris might be thinking or what rumors have reached his ears, how twisted they would have gotten after traveling miles upon miles. 

On Rhys’ annual visit to Hewn City was when the rumors boiled over. I was accompanying my brother and sister in law, their act was the same as always, act terrifying and murderous in intent, in the crowd of courtesans and in private when discussing Keir’s rule they were calculating and manipulative. I stayed to the side, always their shadow. I’ve always disliked Hewn City, the whole domain was a twisted shadow of what night should be. Here was a city under a mountain, of people who are trapped to never leave, for only the High Lord and those in his favor can move between the domains of Night. A city holding thousands of Night’s people, people who will never see the night sky. Why should one people be living in the utopia of Velaris, simply because of where their ancestors lived when my great-great-grandfather drew the lines? And how could those in power not see that change is needed, that no fey is lesser than any other simply for their birthplace. I was lucky, I won the lottery some would say, I get to live in the ‘court of dreams’ while women just like me are deemed inferior and forced to marry from such a young age, to be raped and assaulted their entire lives. And the High Lord, the most powerful High Lord as he often proclaims, has abandoned the Court of Nightmares, and the Illerians for the comfort of a cushy townhouse and palace, with all the ornate decorations and delicacies one could wish for. How can you be the most powerful when you don’t have control over the majority of your court? His performance has destroyed the hope for relations with the other Courts, ever since the Lady of Autumn was attacked during the High Lord Summet a few years ago had left any relationships between us and the others in a state of disarray. 

How can you dream when others are living a nightmare. 

We are sitting in a war room, the table before us had a map of Prythian and the surrounding countries, Kier was discussing the political climate with Rhysand, with Mor standing next to them despite being the pseudo leader when Rhys is gone, not Keir, but the men in Hewn don’t listen to women, even when they are saying the same thing as men, only the men are listened to, only the men have followers. Rhys tried to keep me naive after the death of our parents, he was being protective, but that protectiveness had barred me from leaving Velaris, from seeing the world, from seeing other courts and their customs, from seeing my own court, my own people. Being pushed aside, to stand in a corner while the men decide the fate of the content, to plan parties while not being allowed to weave political machinations, being a comforting arm for men to hold, to flaunt their power, that's all women are in this world. 

I am not entirely sure why I was invited to this meeting, now I am marrying a rival court member, they wouldn’t want any secrets loose, perhaps they thought I already knew to much, or thought I was weak to remain on my own surrounded by the ‘lesser fey’, Rhysand not wanting me out of his sight as I would be legally out of his control soon. I knew for certain it wasn’t trust. 

“Very well,” says Rhysand, his curt voice drawing me back to the room, to what is at stake. “I shall see you in a month, for the solstice, come up from the mountain see the starfall”

“Perhaps High Lord” responds Keir “perhaps”

The Velaris party departs from the room, As I reached the door Keir spoke up 

“A word my lady”

“What do you want” Feyre snipped her patience wearing thin after the arduous meeting

“Not you, her” he said pointing at me, the party stops Rhysand who was leading the party pushes through the inner circle to face Keir. 

“Anything you can say to her you can say to all of us” “Enough brother” I say defiantly “I can hear what he is going to say” Rhysand reluctantly leaves the room but keeps the door open, he probably told Azriel to keep one of his shadows to slink around the room gathering information.

“If you shall accept my council niece, I must warn you that your heart is weak, you are naive to the world, to men, they will harm you, and this court will not welcome you back once you recognise who you share your bed with”

“I do not welcome your council, I do not need to justify my actions to you. You have not earned my confidence” I say cold as the air surrounding us. “I have listened to you, I have given you my time, for the sake that you are my uncle, family but nothing more. You are no advisor, you have no power over me to force my hand”

“Listen to me girl” he raised his voice 

“No you listen, you abuse the girls, the woman in this city, you let this happen, you let your citizens suffer, But I am not yours to command, I am not a girl, I haven’t been one for years, calling me a child will do nothing but show how weak you truly are” I am now yelling, the whole trip has been a stress in my head, the feelings about Hewn City have been bubbling over to the surface for years, I can’t do anything, I don’t have control over Night, My family, my friends have been pushing me into a formality, they are holding me at a wings length, I can’t take it for much longer, At least this outcry wasn’t in front of them. 

I walk out of the room, mumbling under my breath curses at him and this city. The Inner Circle is standing just down the hall, talking amongst themselves, Azriel could sense that I was approaching and the Circle stopped talking, all looking at me, Rhys was angry, Cassian was worried, Azriel well I couldn’t tell, Mor was concerned and Feyre looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here. 

“Ah, sister, welcome back, ready to leave”

“Yes” I say, 

“Right, sister meet me in my office” He says and one by one everyone winnows out of Hewn, 

Arriving in Velaris was always a splendid scene, the sky full of stars with the bright moon shattering the blanket. 

“The wedding is in two weeks” Rhys said, of course he would talk about that, the  frivolity of it makes me sick after where we were only seconds ago. “you are expected to stay in Autumn for the lead up to the wedding, to make final decisions on the preparations, sister, the dress”

“I wore it already” I say knowing the next question he would ask

“Mother made it” he says his voice breaking 

“Before the war, when mother and father were still alive, did it ever occur to you, you know what probably not. Mother coddled you, you saw her as this deity, to be placed on this pedestal. She could do no wrong, she was a fae, she could do wrong, she could do right, but just because she is dead doesn't mean that I have to honor her memory in everything I do, in what I wear. Besides, if you're worrying about the dress preordained by mother. It was worn, already, when I married my mate, I can’t wear it again, it would be back luck, people will talk” 

“But-” 

“I trust my future mother in law and husband with the preparations” I say reservedly 

“They don’t know you” he pleaded

“And you do?” I yell “You don’t know me, you haven’t known me since the War ended” Perhaps I was being harsh, we all have changed, we all aged, we were all so young during the war but I am so tired. 

“I- I am not ready to let you go” he said

“You already have” I say

“You are leaving Velaris” He said

“I already have” I say

“You aren’t listening” he says taking a deep breath “I just want you to be safe, to be protected and I can’t do that if you are living in a different court” “I am not a little girl anymore, you’ve kept me stuck here, I am not that younger than you, I am older than your wife and my sister in law but I feel like I am being protected more than them, you need to let me go”. 

“I can’t do that, what if you brought someone with you to Autumn”

“I don’t think the High Lord would appreciate that, he is not that tolerant of me yet, perhaps in a few months someone can visit”

“But”

“There is nothing more to be said, goodnight brother” I say turning and leaving the room

“You would make a good Lady of Autumn” He calls out

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About my ACOTAR fic chosen not fated

In 2024 I started writing this fic, my cousin let me borrow her copies of ACOTAR and I read through them so quickly, but I had a lot of critiques about how the political system was run in Prythian being a politics major and all so I started writing this fic as a way of critiquing the world while still expressing my adoration for it as it is a way for me to bond with my family.

Then the curse got to me, I had 2 deaths in the family, was dumped by my long term boyfriend over text the day before I moved abroad and got severely burnt out because of uni, that lasted for nearly a year, but during the winter break last year I started writing this fic again, I wrote 3 chapters in total and drafted parts of the other 7.

However I feel like this fic is holding itself over me, I started writing it as a very different person, and I no longer feel the urge to continue it.

I left chapter 5 hoping I would get back to it, but I think this time I am actually going to discontinue writing it. I will post the final chapters I finished writing, almost a year ago now, and finally be able to move on.

Thank you for all the love I received when I was regularly posting Chosen not Fated, this was the first ever fic I wrote.

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I have a lot of fic ideas to write and I even have some wips I need to edit but I'm in my final year of uni and don't have time for anything but academic writing, I have my normal assignments, a dissertation and an academic article that will be published next year. So there might not be anything till the end of April once all my submissions are in

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YOUR CONRAD STORY WAS SOOOO GOOD!!!!! PLEASE WRITE A PART TWO!!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

The Wedding Guest part 2

Conrad Fisher x f!Reader

Tags: use of y/n, 2nd person POV,

Summery: Conrad finds love again in college, at his brothers wedding, set after the events of season 2, not following season 3 timeline at all

a/n: ask and you shall receive, here is part 2. Sorry for the wait between the two chapters, as I said in the last part I wrote part 1 two years ago so I had to get back into the rhythm of writing again.

Part 1

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It's raining, not a light dusting, but heavy rain, tropical storm-like rain, well, not really, but it's so close to it. It's July, when does it rain in July, in Massachusetts, no less? Who decided this? The Weather Channel has been on since 4am when the bridal party woke up to get ready. Belly's mom, Lauren, ran to the store as soon as it was open to get some waterproof mascara and foundation. The ceremony was meant to be held on the beach; the best-case scenario is a break in the weather, but the weatherman says that won't happen. 

You wake up to the sound of the windows rattling, the rain clattering off the roof. Conrad's bed was comfortable; the mattress was soft, willing you never to get up and stay, but it was probably time to get up and get ready so you could stay out of everyone's way.

Standing up, you make your way through the dark room and quietly out the door, careful not to wake Conrad up, grabbing your things for the day with you. In the hallway, you almost walk straight into the Bride, Belly.

"Oh, hey, sorry I didn't see you", you start

"No, it's fine", Belly says, "I hope it stops raining soon",

"It'll be fine, the rain should stop, well, I haven't checked the weather app, but it's summer, it should be sunny", you said

"I hope so", she says absently "How'd you sleep?"

"Oh, it was good, Conrad gave me the bed, I still kind of feel bad about it", you say 

"So you two aren't really dating?"

"Truly, no, I don't understand why everyone keeps saying that"

"Well, no one's spoken to him for two years, and then he turns up with you, the implications can be made very easily, not to mention how he looked at you at dinner",

"What do  you mean, how he looked at me during dinner?",

"Nothing," she says sweetly, 

"So, do you need any help? With getting ready?" you ask, gesturing at her nightgown. 

"I'll be fine, I just needed someone to speak to that isn't Taylor or my mom, after all the wedding prep, I needed a break from my own romance",

"But it's your big day? It's all about your romance",

"That's later today, I just hope the weather isn't some sign", she said, turning on her heel and heading back down the hall to her room.

"Pathetic Fallacy is a fictional thing, you know that, right?" you call out, and Belly laughs as she closes her bedroom door. 

Well, that was strange, you think, heading into the small bathroom down the hall, shutting the door behind you. You take a deep breath in as you look at your reflection. It is going to be a long day, and hopefully, Lauren and Adam can come to a truce for the ceremony. 

If there even is one.

The rain attacks the small window. You brush your teeth, wash your face, and doll up your face for the wedding, you step into your dress and zip it up as much as possible before heading back to Conrad's room. Slipping back inside the room isn't any brighter than when you left, and if anything, darker because your eyes aren't accustomed to the darkness anymore. Attempting to step carefully, you bravely march onward to almost immediately step on something lumpy, and when it moves, you fall onto the floor. The lump makes a sound. 

"Watch where you're stepping",

"Oh god," you laugh and start to giggle. You try to sit up and get away when Conrad pulls your arm, and you fall into his chest. As your eyes get used to the dark, you could start to make out his features. In the early morning, he looked softer than when he was fully awake; the dim light blended out his complexion in a cute way. His hands settle just above your hips, holding you in place. 

"Hey," he said sweetly

"Hey," you reply

"Good morning, you look nice",

"You've got morning breath", you retort, and he laughs, letting go of your hips and letting you fall, trying to catch yourself before you completely wrinkle your dress. You nearly straddle him, your hands landing next to his head. His lips looked soft. If you leaned forward, you could kiss him. Where did that come from? Get a hold of yourself, this is your friend. Stranger things have happened, you tell your brain to quit it as you scramble off him and retreat onto the bed, still warm from when you slept.

~

"Well, Well, Well, look at you" you say smiling at Conrad, he had walked back into his room, dressed in a white button down shirt and black slacks, his blazer hanging up on the door, an unmade tie hanging around his neck, he looked handsome in an elegant graceful way, in a way you never would have thought he could pull off after spending too much time in labs and clinical training, the tired disheveled student was nothing like the man in front of you now, well rested and clean shaven. Conrad gestures at his tie, then back at you.

"Oh no, don't make me help, I'm awful at this", you start.

"No, no, no, I have faith in you, it can't be much worse than a one-handed suture knot, go for it", he says. You step forward into his personal space, holding the black fabric, adjusting the skinnier side to be shorter than the wider. You deftly maneuver the tie, wrapping the wider side around the shorter, creating the basis of the knot before looping it up the back, sliding the tail into the knot, creating a basic four-in-hand knot. You grab the shorter tail, knot, and tighten the tie around his neck.

"Careful! Careful! You're choking me," he exclaims

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" you laugh

"Want to find out", he says, his voice going much deeper than it was 2 seconds ago. He was attempting a seductive tone that didn't land; it just made him sound funny. Despite this, you blush at the implications of the encounter you started. 

"So… um… could you zip me up?" you ask, suddenly being more shy than you were just seconds prior. You turn around, so your back is facing him, and the zipper you tried to close earlier only made its way halfway up your back. 

Conrad hesitates; you can feel his hands ghosting your bare skin. Carefully he moves the zipper, using his other hand to hold together the two pieces of fabric near your nape. His fingers were warm and comforting, and all too soon the warmth dissipates as the zipper sound ends. 

Turning back towards him you are met with the sight of him, slightly flushed and not willing to meet your eyes. 

“Thank you,” you say, sensing the awkward vibe. The ceremony can’t come quick enough, you wish you were back home and not having to deal with the change of your dynamic with Conrad. It was exhilarating, at the same time, terrifying. 

~

The music from the speakers starts to play as the officiant motions for the crowd to rise, standing up You turn around to see the bride walking down the aisle. She looks beautiful, and her dress is simple in design yet suits her perfectly. Her father walks next to her, holding an umbrella to keep her dry as she approaches the altar. Belly makes it halfway down the aisle before halting in her tracks, although you can't see her face, you know she is looking around the wedding party, and laying her eyes on Jeremiah. Jeremiah, as you can see, looks content, he isn't crying at the sight of her, but not everyone is a public crier, maybe he is holding it in well, but that would mean he would have to be a very good actor, and you severely doubted that fact, he didn't look like a theater kid. 

Belly is still standing there, halfway to the rest of her life. She is now looking around frantically at her friends and family. She squeaks out a, "Give me a second", before she turns and runs back towards the house, and before you could register what is happening, you feel her hand on your arm. Now you are being pulled by the bride (is she still a bride now?) into the Fisher beach home. 

She drags you up the stairs and into her room, locking it behind her

"Am I making a mistake?" she starts

"Girl, I don't know you", you say factually

"Exactly, looking objectively without knowing everything, am I making a mistake? Tell it to me straight",

"Well, you are young. What are you like, 20? It is a big commitment, but if you love and care for him, why not start the rest of your lives together? Relationships  come in highs and lows, I hope what I said about pathetic fallacy didn't get in your head this morning",

"No, it's not that, it just" she trails off

"Go with your heart", you offer

"It's complicated, I don't even know if I am ready for this, I mean, I'm still an undergrad, I haven't even graduated college,"

"Ok, well, if that is your worry, not being old enough and not the person, then I say go for it,"

"But can I trust him?"

"Is there a reason to not trust him?"

"Yes," Belly says dejectedly.

"Then don't", you say, "I don't know, I barely know any of you guys, and now you are asking me about how to live the rest of your life, I don't want to hurt you by making you choose something you'll regret"

"I know what I am going to do," Belly said

"That's sudden,"

"I'm going with my gut, and aren't you always meant to trust your gut? Thank you, I just needed to talk"

"Thanks? I'll let you be alone for a moment," you say, leaving the room and shutting the door behind you. You are hit with the faces of Belly's family, her mother and brother standing outside the door looking desperate to enter. 

"She'll be ok, just give her a minute", you say, and you push past them, leaving the house, and back to the setup for the wedding. While everyone was standing or sitting in shock, the scene before you was pretty different; umbrellas were open, Jeremiah pacing at the altar, the officiant sitting in a vacant chair, and the guests were just milling around, gossiping to each other. You can hear murmurs of I heard she's pregnant, No, I heard she just wants the house, that's why she's getting married, I heard Jeremiah cheated and she just found out before she walked down the aisle. You slip back in spotting Conrad near the front of the aisle, sitting beside him. 

"Is she alright?" he asks.

"Just some cold feet, just wanted to talk it through with someone who doesn't know anything", you explain "She'll be out soon, she made up her mind"

"Are you ok?" he whispers in your ear. 

"It's selfish, but I worry that whatever she decides, I'll be blamed for it."

"I wouldn't put it past them," Conrad says bluntly

"What?" you say, louder than you meant to, and several eyes turn towards the two of you. 

"Hey, hey, " he says, cradling your cheek "It'll be ok, I can go no contact again. It was probably for the best anyway, hell, the best two years of my life happened when I was no contact, and I'm your connection to the rest of them, fuck them"

"That was blunt," you laugh

"It's the truth," 

Laurel cleared her throat, and the crowd turned to look at her,

"The decision to not hold the wedding today has been made, we are dreadfully sorry for taking your time, if you are family of either the bride or groom could you follow me to the house, if you are a guest, again I am truthfully sorry, but refreshments and food is being served at the rec center not far from here,". If the murmuring before wasn't subtle, then the noise from the crowd was an outcry. 

Somehow Laurel herds the Fisher-Conklin family into the beach house. Conrad grabs your hand and pulls me along with him, keeping you from being taken by the tide of people heading towards their cars to the rec center. Conrad is my life line and you are his. 

Belly is sitting at the counter, her wedding dress looking out of place inside the home, Jeremiah sees her and pulls her to another room to talk out what just happened. You are left with the rest of the family, Adam, Laurel and John are standing together talking in hushed tones, discussing what should happen next. Steven is talking to Conrad, explaining what Belly said to them, how she didn’t think she was old enough to get married and wanted to complete college before getting married, that this wasn’t meant to be the end of the relationship, just she wanted to explore the  world maybe apply to that exchange program in Paris, do college not married. Her reasoning seemed sound, but you doubted that her and Jeremiah would get married once all that she wanted to happen, happened. Even if she didn’t literally run away from the altar, people mature during college fast, even in just two years. 

~

Night has fallen on Cousins’ Beach, Massachusetts. You were set to leave in the morning with Conrad, driving back to Connecticut, your bags were packed and sitting inside the trunk of his car. You were in your pajamas, sitting at the end of Conrad’s bed. The house had gone silent hours ago, you were scared to interact with people, the worst thing to happen at a wedding happened and everyone was on edge, Belly and Taylor had left the house 2 hours ago to go on Belly’s honeymoon, making it a girls trip. It was a cruise around the pacific ocean for 3 weeks, or something like that. The groom was moping around the house for a few hours before one of his college buddies came by and picked him up to go to some bar to either lift his mood or drown his sorrows, you couldn’t tell. 

You hear a knock on the door, looking up to see Conrad sneaking into his room, before you could question him about what he is doing, his finger is covering your mouth in a shushing motion, he mouths lets leave, you whisper back

“Why?”

“Don’t feel like staying the night, can I take the offer to crash at yours?”

“Of course” you answer before thinking,

“Grab your stuff, lets go,”

You and Conrad quietly make it down the stairs, through the hall and out the front door, you both break out into giggles as you jump into the car and get onto the road, acting like little children pretending to be super spies. 

Conrad drove for an hour or so before he pulled into a 24hr diner on the side of the road, stating he was hungry and needed to refill the gas. 

He parks the car and you both get out, heading into the diner, the bell rings as you enter the diner, it was a cute little thing with red booths, checkered floor and old memorabilia speckled along the walls, the fluorescent lighting left a soft hum. The Diner was mostly empty, the waitress sitting behind the counter filling out a Sudoku puzzle, 2 teenage girls sitting at a booth giggling away to each other about some book they were reading, a trucker sitting at the counter coffee in hand scrolling away at his phone, a faint sound of metal music played from behind the kitchen door singled that the chef was still there. It was something out of a teen drama show, or a horror film, no in between. 

“Pick your seat peaches,” the waitress chimes towards us in a sickly sweet voice. Conrad motions towards a booth attached to the window, you could see his car from the table, you sat across from each other, the waitress hands a menu over, scanning it over. Not long later the waitress comes over and takes your order. You decide on a shake and some fries, and Conrad goes with a coke and a classic cheeseburger. 

“So while it was fun sneaking out of your summer home, why?”

“Why what?” Conrad says edging you on

“Why leave, like 10 hours before we were meant to leave normally?” you say

“There was no reason for me to stay, I went for the wedding, I stayed for the wedding, the couple split so why shouldn’t we do the same,”

“Won’t your dad be worried you just disappeared in the middle of the night?”

“I don’t give a damn about what he thinks, any of them really. The wedding just proved it that both the families are a mess and I’d like to think I’m better than that,”

“We did run away in the middle of the night,” you point out

“I mean, you saw them at the rehearsal dinner,” he starts before the waitress walks over with our drinks placing them down onto the table “thank you,” he directed at the waitress

“Your welcome sweetheart,” she says as she wanders away back to the till to continue her Sudoku. 

“As I was saying, that dinner was a mess, and Belly waited until literally walking down the aisle to realise that maybe she was too young to get married, I can’t imagine she gave it a second guess in the months of wedding prep she no doubt did, was it choosing the flower or the dress, no it was walking down the aisle,” he vented, sighing he continued

“It’s just I turned up to not cause a scene or gossip, for the people of cousins to not wonder why I didn’t turn up to my brothers own wedding, I turned up for them so their marriage wouldn’t have the air of mystery when they would vacation at Cousin’s, but no, know if any one of us go to cousins, everyone will ask questions of why the wedding was cancelled day of, like you heard them whispering earlier, its just vile,”

“A bunch of rich people with no enough drama in their own lives to stay out of others,” you offer, taking a sip out of your shake. 

“Yes,” he says defeated, placing his head on the cold metal of the table, “I should have just stayed no contact, just binned the invite and this whole thing wouldn’t have happened”

“I don’t think you could have stopped this from happening, even if they did get married, Belly doesn’t fully trust your brother, it wouldn’t have been good for her, mentally I mean, I think this is for the best”

“What do you mean, she doesn’t trust Jere,” he says lifting his head

“I don’t know, but when I spoke to her I said that as long as she trusts and loves him why wait, you’ll grow old regardless, but she said she didn’t trust him, or she had a reason to not trust him, she didn’t go into it with a stranger, ask your brother if you really want to know,”

“I don’t care that much to ask him, especially tonight,” he smiles in a half-joke. 

“Here’s your food darlings,” the waitress says cheerily, placing the fries in front of me and the burger in front of Conrad, “Now I don’t mean to pry,” she starts “but I think you lovely's should leave this discussion till the morning, its much too deep of a conversation for the dead of night,” with that she turns and walks back to her puzzles

“Wow, were we being that loud,” you say smiling at him

“She might be right, Can’t go no contact with thinking about everyone constantly, I should leave this conversation for my therapist,”

“That's probably wise, wait you have a therapist?”

“You met my family, of course I do,” 

You sit and eat in a comfortable silence, the food is as decent as a 24 hour diner can offer at midnight, your shake is much better than the food, but at least your fries are fresh and not a soggy mess. Conrad eats away at his burger, we didn’t get to eat the prepared food for the reception as it was at the rec center and not the house, so you could bet he was starving. 

“Lets start over,” you say surprising yourself as the words come out of your mouth

“What do you mean,” he asks

“I think you know what I mean,” you say sincerely, “I really like you, and I think your really sweet, and you care about others, even when you think your making the worse decisions for yourself, and I really like spending time with you, even in stupidly long labs, road-trips, study sessions, even at your brother's wedding, I want to spend more time with you,”

“Is this  your way of saying you want to be friends,” he says timidly, scared of what you are going to say next 

“No, you idiot, I want to be more than friends with you, I want to date you”

“Isn’t this a date,” he says now smiling at you, his cheeks flushed.

“A date where half the conversation was about someone else's relationship?” you smile back at him.

“No a date where I ask if I can be your boyfriend,” 

You laugh sweetly “Isn’t that a bit forward Fisher,” “Didn’t you just say why wait if you love and trust someone, you’ll grow old regardless” He said sincerely, copying what you said earlier and you flush at his words

“Yes, Conrad, you can be my boyfriend, as long as I can be your girlfriend,”

“Of course,”

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The Wedding Guest

Conrad Fisher x Reader

Tags: use of y/n, second tense,

Summery: Conrad finds love again in college, at his brothers wedding, set after the events of season 2

a/n:  in honour of season 3 being released here's something that's been hiding in my wip folder for 2 years,This was written before season 3 aired so it doesn't follow that timeline like at all.

Part 2

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The invite came one day, in a badly damaged envelope that clearly used to look very pretty, but its journey in the post had done its number on it. Conrad had walked down to the res life office after getting an email about a package he had ordered. A letter waited for him, not a package, as he walked back up the stairs when he opened the envelope two pieces of paper fell into his hands. 

The first read on card-stock with beautiful calligraphy,

Isabel Conklin and Jeremiah Fisher Along with their families cordially invite you to join in the ceremony of their marriage The Fourth of July Twenty Twenty Five At Two o’Clock in the afternoon Cousins Beach, Massachusetts, USA RSVP by the Twenty-Fifth of May This invite is for the addressee and ONE plus one 

The second was on printer paper a familiar writing Conrad had grown up with

Hey Con Listen I know we haven’t spoken in a while and this invite is probably out of nowhere, but we wanted to get married as soon as possible Don’t worry no one is pregnant I tried calling but it went to voicemail anyway I guess I’ll just ask, plead maybe, but could you be my bestman for the wedding,  I know these past few years have been crazy but it would mean the world to me if you could come, the invite still stands if you don’t want to be the best man, it's a big responsibility, but I hope you know it would mean a lot to me, to Belly, to Mom.  Just text me a response, yes, no, just talk to me Jeremiah Fisher P.S. Belly doesn’t know that I slipped this in, nor that I couldn’t reach you otherwise just keep that to ourselves

Conrad sighed, reading the letter, after returning back to school he blocked Jeremiah and Belly, he felt bad about blocking Steven but hadn’t exactly been vocal on keeping in contact with him, no doubt had they known they would have taken Stevens phone to pester him, or recruit him to their cause of breaking the no contact. 

A Wedding though, 

It’s only been two years since they started dating, and he had devoted his time to university. They must think it’s puppy love or some soulmate bullshit. 

It would be a slight to not turn up, everyone would know it, especially in the small town of Cousins, where everyone knows everyone, watched us grow up, He would be missed and whispered about, He could probably not return without the rumours sprouting up. 

It would also make it seem like he was still jealous, a loser. But Conrad was better than that, the no contact was good for him, a chance to step away and grow, away from his childhood. It was nice to breathe without someone overthinking it.

For once his summer wasn’t busy, and he had a break for Independence Day. To make their wedding day the fourth seemed wrong, it would make any future year a double celebration, and with both the families' histories with the day being a massive celebration it felt like an invasion. Conrad pushed the thoughts away, he was overthinking it, it was probably just because of the memories of the day, nothing wrong with that. 

Making it to the dorm, he had thrown the letters onto his bed, pulling out his phone and staring at it, it wasn’t on, but nevertheless he was thinking, It was no doubt he had to attend the wedding, but to be the best man, to stand there on the side with the rest of the wedding party, everyone looking, staring, that invasive thought of waiting for an objection. 

Conrad would prove them wrong.

He had moved on, he was fine with this, surely, he was fine. 

The promise of the plus one, It was standard for wedding invites, usually for partners or a child. He could go alone, but it would be lonely enough with Steven and maybe Lauren being the only ones who he could stand, and he would have to act happy and overjoyed, especially as the best man, for his brother. Someone solely in his corner would be nice. A friend would be nice.

~

Conrad >What are your 4th of July plans<

You were friends with Conrad since sophomore year, we were staying on the same floor and attended a few of the same lectures. Now finishing up with your junior year swamped with exams and essay submissions, Summer was the last thing on your mind

y/n >its may<

y/n >why would I have plans<

Conrad >I’ve got a wedding invite<

y/n >good for you, whos engaged<

Conrad >My brother<

You knew of Conrad’s tentative relationship with his brother and past, you didn’t pry, it seemed like a difficult time, and well in the past, it didn’t matter, Conrad was fun to be around, which was difficult as learning to be doctors was a stressful and a full time degree. 

y/n >oh, are you going<

Conrad > I was asked to be best man, so I kinda have to<

y/n >that sucks, or is great, how do you want me to react<

Conrad >Do you want to come with and come to your own conclusion<

y/n >what<

That was a surprise, you didn’t think that he would want anyone to know about his past, more than what was necessary, and attending a family wedding felt more than necessary.

Conrad >Be my plus one, one weekend that’s all I ask<

y/n >i wouldn’t want to intrude<

Conrad >They asked for a plus one on the invite they’re expecting people they don’t know to show up<

Conrad >It’ll be fine, if your ok coming<

y/n >i’ll come, be your sounding board for complaints,<

y/n >see where you grew up, find out all your secrets<

Conrad >hey<

Conrad >I didn’t say you could do that<

~

Exams came and went, and grades came trickling in. You had gone home for the summer, moved out of your dorm. The last time you saw Conrad in person was a few weeks ago, before you drove home, he had double checked that you were still on for the wedding, his voice sounded nervous, that you would say no, or had changed your mind. 

You told him yes and that he would pick you up and drive us to Cousins, it wasn’t an overly long drive, only two hours. But the longest you would have spent in close quarters with him without escape. 

You had packed way too much than what was needed for one weekend, with one casual outfit per day and 3 different formal dresses, all different colors, with a rehearsal dinner and not knowing which color the bridesmaids would wear, this way you made sure you wouldn’t match, the last thing you wanted was to make a scene, in front of people you didn’t know. 

A car honk draws you out from your thoughts, looking out the front window and smile, seeing Conrad, sitting in his car, window down looking towards the house. 

You grabbed your bags and ran out the home, careful to lock up before heading to the car. 

Seeing you leave the house Conrad got out of the car. Opening the trunk, as you approach, placing your bags into the back. Conrad shuts the trunk and turns to me “What a first date,” he jokes

“Hold on it minute, is this your plan all along,” You say and he laughs

“No no no, but are you sure I’m not some guy trying to kidnap you,”

“Well then you're caught on camera,” You gesture to the security camera fixed on the front of the house. He laughs again and walks over to the passengers seat, 

“I thought you were driving?” You say confused, Conrad looks shocked and over exaggeratedly put his hand on his chest

“I'm trying to be a gentleman and this is the thanks I get,” you walk to the passenger side as he opens the door, you slip into the seat, hand grazing his when you grab the door. Once inside fully he shuts the door with a satisfying click, quickly shifting into his seat and turning on the ignition. We pull out of the parking space and away from my home. 

It was a nice silence, I was staring out the side window looking at the cars and trees marking the highway. Around half way into the drive did you decide to speak up,

“So” You start “What am I to expect from the weekend”

“Well, it's a wedding so the rehearsal dinner is on the saturday, the ceremony is the next day, I’m not staying longer than I need to be, so I’m leaving Monday morning,”

“Thanks, but your family, what should I prepare for?”

“Ah, Well my brother Jeremiah is the groom, my dad will probably be there but we aren’t close,” He laughs “I could say that about all of them now, but me and my dad grew apart well  before that, The bride is Belly, we grew up with her family, we would spend every summer at Cousins together, she has a brother Steven, who is the only one I keep any sort of connection to, he’ll be there, her mom is nice as well, I guess, It’s been two years since I’ve seen any of them,”

“So how were you invited?”

“The good old pen and paper,” He says with a sigh

“Old fashioned, I like it” I joke, Conrad laughs, his laugh, oh his laugh, higher than his normal voice, loud and infectious, it comes out of his mouth in short bursts filling the car with giddiness. 

~ 

Driving into Cousins beach was like entering another world, the never-ending highway left behind as we took the exit down to the shore. Barely any cars driving by anymore, the sun shone brighter, the breeze smelled like the sea, it felt like the summer really began. 

“Your smiling” said Conrad

“Hm” turning your head towards him

“You were smiling”, a smile breaking across his face

“It’s just so nice here,”  You say “It must have been nice to come here every summer,”

“It was, the last time I was here wasn’t the best though, I haven’t seen them since,”

Right, part of the reason why I’m here, now it’s awkward. The picturesque little town had almost made you forget the complex family dynamics you barely grasped. 

“Hopefully it’s better this time,” You offer. The car turns into a road, you can now see the sea through the gaps between the homes.

Pulling into the beach house’s drive made it clear this weekend if not fun was going to at least be pretty. What a place to hold a wedding. 

“Hey, It’s going to be ok, ok,” You say

“Sure,” He said uncertainty 

The car comes to a stop and you notice people coming onto the porch. This must be Conrad’s family, glancing at his face made that clear, he looked uncomfortable seeing them, let a deep breath out and plastered a smile on his face, opening the car door and walking towards them, You take this as your cue to get out as well.

Conrad was standing by the car, he hadn’t moved forward, Someone who looked like his brother had walked to him.

“Con! You made it,” exclaimed his brother, Jeremiah, by the stories Conrad told. He barreled Conrad into a hug making Conrad have to correct his stance to not fall over. 

At this point the others came over, giving greetings to Conrad, His dad, and what you assume is the bride and her family. Feeling left out you take the bags out of the trunk. 

Rounding back to the house, arms full, does the flock seem to notice someone else is there

“Hello!” said the bride “I’m Belly, who are you?”

“Oh, I’m y/n, just a friend from college, you're the one getting married right?”

“Yep, so your Conrad’s… Friend,” She said skeptically, “odd,”

You are confused “how is that odd,”

“I mean who invites a friend as their plus one,”

“A lot of people,”

“Belly quit messing with her, come inside there's still the center table decor to make, let them settle in, freshen up for dinner,” yelled Belly’s mom Laurel, the Fisher-Conklin family backed off of us, Conrad leaned close

“You ok?”

“Yes, of course,” You say “Lets get inside,”

Conrad grabs the bags out of your arms and bids you to follow him inside. 

The inside of the house was something out of a movie, the perfect furniture and picture frames, the decor matching the wallpaper, like a Pinterest board called coastal beach home if not for the wedding supplies strewn on every counter. Conrad leads you upstairs to his room, what you would think would be a typical teen boys room was a clean and tidy room, frozen in time from the last time Conrad was in the house, American football trophies on a shelf, letters from colleges sitting on the desk. You shut the door behind you, Conrad puts down the bags and sighs 

“I’m sorry, there’s no where else in the house so you’ll take the bed, I’ll take the blow up,”

“I’m not stealing your bed,”

“It’s for 2 nights chill, I can rough it up,”

“Fine, but when you wake up on a deflated mattress complaining about back pain, remember this decision”

Conrad’s hand grabbed his chest open mouth in fake shock “I would never,” You raise your eyebrow laughing at him, you throw a pillow at him, he catches it with ease. 

“I’m going to freshen up, you should too,” you say

“Uh, Ok,” he says 

You grab your clothes for the dinner and make your way to the bathroom down the hall, you had a little black dress and kitten heels for the dinner, Out of the window in the bathroom you had a clear view to the back garden, a table was placed outside, fairy lights were strung across the trees and homes, crisscrossing over the table, the sun had begun to set and food was beginning to be set at the table. 

Heading downstairs it became clear what the family dynamic was like, the kitchen was a blur of frenzy, the family were dancing around each other, helping around with each other as they were making the final preparations of dinner, it smelled lovely, you are handed a plate of steamed broccoli and instructions to place them on the table outside, heading outside you feel the breezy air, the weather had broken from earlier and being by the ocean made the air feel nice. 

~

The rehearsal dinner was delicious, there was fluffy rice, garlic steamed broccoli. On top of all that a beautiful fish that was grilled by Mr. Fisher was sitting as the crown jewels of the table. The fish fell off the bone, the taste was light and fresh. And still smelled of the sea. You are sat next to Belly’s friend Taylor and her mother, Conrad sat across from you. 

The dinner passed pleasantly, you didn’t say much, just listening in on the conversation, fearing that if you spoke up it would break the fragile peace, you were the rock thrown into the lake, watching the water ripple outwards without slowing down, one small rock causing mass disturbance for all. 

When the desert came out, the air filled with tension. Conrad’s dad had brought cute little french pastries from some fancy bakery in New York you had never heard of before. But as if the coin had flipped, everyone was put on edge, the easy conversation had stopped, no one spoke, all waiting for the shoe to drop. 

“So were you not charged with bringing a cake? Not pastries” said Lauren flatly

“It's fine mom,” Belly said to Lauren “The pastries are nice,” to Mr. Fisher

“No, on the fourth we always have cake, its tradition, maybe you forgot after all your time away from the beach house but we never stopped, even after” Lauren’s voice trailed off

“Truly it’s fine,” said Jeremiah leaning across the table to pick up a flaky cream puff, taking a bite he says “They are delicious”

“If you’ll excuse me,” said Lauren standing up and walking back into the house, 

“Mom,” yelled out Belly as she also stood and followed after her. The silence stretches over the table, the food remains untouched, no one moves, the crickets and waves being the background sounds to the rehearsal dinner gone wrong. 

“So, umm, how did you two meet?” said Steven pointing at Conrad and You

“I don’t think this is the right time for that, Steven,” said Conrad

“I think we are all curious, you disappear for years and then turn up after no contact with a girlf-” said Jeremiah “We’re friends,” Conrad cut off 

“Regardless, how’d you meet,”

“We met in a group project, at uni, we were the only ones to actually work on the project,” you say

“Oh, fun, well not the group project, but it’s nice you met,”

“Thanks?”

~

The cool air from the lake hit your face as you step out of the fisher house onto their dock, the humid summer air dissipated with the sun, leaving cricket’s chirping and the fireflies flickering near the bank side. 

The dock at the Fisher’s summer home jutted out from the back garden, the old wood weathered by time creaked underneath your feet, the sun had set not too long ago, but it was quite late, Belly and the bridal party had retired to their rooms to get their beauty sleep before the ceremony tomorrow the pre-wedding jitters rampant in the house.  So here you were, leaning against the railing at the end of the dock. Staring into the lake at the lights of the homes across the water flickering off one by one as the world retires for the Fourth of July. You could hear someone walking down the dock, the boards creaking under their feet, Conrad cleared his throat making you turn to face him. The top buttons were undone and his tie was loosened. He looked nice, 

“How you holdn’ up?” You ask

“Its going better than I thought, well the pressure is on dad now but” he sighed “it just feels like something isn’t being said, like everyone’s dancing about something when I enter the room,” he said leaning on the dock railings. 

“Well it has been two years,”

“It’s not just that, it’s, I don’t know”

“You’ll be ok for tomorrow, if you want to flee in the middle of the night, I’ll come with, hell you can crash at mine for a while, if you don’t want to fly back to California straight away,” you offer

“Whoa, talk about jumping to conclusions much,” Conrad laughed, “no I have to stay, I made a promise, and well its a small town, fleeing the wedding, I’m not even a bride, but it would be the talk of the town, I’d be the town pariah”

“Hey, I’m just offering you a way out, it’ll always be available, I’ve got your back, you know that,”

“I know,” he said, turning to look at you, “I know, sorry about earlier” at the confused look in your face he continues “with the dinner, this weekend is a difficult topic for everyone after my mom,” 

Conrad gets a teary look in his eye and turns back to look at the water, you reach out to him, holding his face in your palm

“I know I can’t say anything to make this better, but there is nothing to apologize about, I knew things would be tense coming here and I am still here, hey look at me, none of this is your fault so don’t blame yourself for any of this,” you say to him, his face crumbles as he leans into your hand, he lets out a shaking breath and brings you closer into a tight embrace. 

The two of you stand like this for a long while, Conrad leans into you pressing his forehead into your shoulder, all you can do is hold him as he silently cries into you.

“Hey lovebirds!” yelled a voice from up near the house, the two of you pull apart startled and as you look towards the house you can see Jeremiah,

“What do you want” yelled back Conrad, annoyance breaking through his attempt at a steady voice.

“I just want to chat, to you, mind coming up here so the whole town doesn’t hear my business”

Conrad and you look at each other, you wipe the tears from his cheek, and smile, whispering in his ear,

“Maybe now you can find out the secret?”, 

He smiles back at you, and whispers back “as if”

“You’ll be alright, talking with him?”

“Of course, you’ll be okay being out here on your own”

“Of course,”

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She Likes a Boy

Maysilee Donner x Mrs. Mellark

Summary: In working at her fathers sweet shop she meets the various members of district 12 but one girl keeps catching her eye

a/n: Yes I made Mrs Mellark a Cartwright, what of it, it's not like district 12 has many families named in the series and since she is still without a name after sunrise on the reaping what can you do. And yes I am pushing the Maysilee Donner lesbian agenda. I am right if you think otherwise you are wrong.

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Ding 

The bell above the door rings as Maysilee looks up at the would be customer, Julie Cartwritght, if Maysilee was the most stuck up person in town, Julie would be battling it out for runner up, her family ran the shoe shop a few buildings down and she always flaunted that her shoes were perfectly shined, not brand new but when you mother and father have access to shoe shine you could make your second hand shoes look brand new. 

This poor girl, well she’s not from the seam but instead pining desperately over Otho Mellark, one of their classmates, man is built like a brick, nothing could knock him off his guard, yet Otho was also desperately pining over someone, not Julie but Asterid March, another town girl, who in turn was dating Burdock Everdeen, a seam boy, destined for the coal mines, It was an awful game of telephone which all were destined to call with no answer on the other line. It didn’t matter what Maysilee said to Asterid that their romance was doomed to fail, romance between seam and town were always steeped in tragedy, Asterid stood strong in her conviction that she and Burdock were different, that they would be happy together forever, and who was Maysilee to stand in the way of true love.

“No, Don’t order, let me guess… Lemon Drops,” Maysilee said

“You know me too well,” replied Julie

“It's hard not to we are practically neighbors and your in here like every other week,”

“Well this week I would like Lemon Drops and whatever Otho likes,” 

“Whatever Otho likes, what's your scheme,”

“Oh, you know, it’ll be a gift,”

“Don’t you think a baker's son would be tired of sweet treats, with all the cake decorating he does” “You know as well as I that the Mellarks don’t eat what they sell,”

“Fine, how many grams of mint imperials do you want,”

“Aren’t those a little basic?”

“Bring it up with him, it's not my favourite sweet,”

“Right,” she said, “So what is yours?”

“My what?” Maysilee says

“Your favourite sweets” She said in a sickly sweet tone laced with annoyance

“Cinnamon Taffy”, I say and Julie smiles

“I haven’t heard of that one before”

“Well its new, not on the shelves yet, I’m trialing it, but boy is it delicious” “I’ll keep that in mind when they're in the jars, see you at school Maysilee” she said as she waved and left the shop. The bell rang again signalling her exit.

Maysilee sighed and placed her head on the cool counter, this will be the death of her

~

Ding

Another day, another shift after school,  another customer, always more sweets to sell, I sigh, facing the wall of candy jars turning around and I see Asterid, 

“Hey, hows life treating you”

“Same old, pa’s making me still work here”

“Well only you could make up brilliant stuff like this,” Asterid said pointing at the jar of mint and lemon flavored hard candy shaped like ribbons. 

“One day I’m going to leave this place and never come back,” Maysilee laughed

“The Candy store?”

“Sure, the candy store,”

“And where will you go”

“I don’t know, maybe down the street, the woods, who knows, certainly not me”

Ding

Looking past Asterid, I see Julie, enter the store

“Oh, is this a bad time, I’ll come back later,” Julie said, and turned on her heel and re opened the door and fled down the street.

Ding

“Well that was weird,” Maysilee questioned

“Yes strange, I’ll take 50 grams of licorice and 50 grams of that fudge you make so well,” said Asterid “Coming right up” Maysilee says getting a little striped bag of sweets together, handing it to Asterid, As she turns to leave she says

“Maybe she’ll comeback”

“Oh shove off” Maysilee laughs

It takes 2 weeks before Julie could even look at her at school, a further week for her to speak to her. Maysilee didn’t know what she did to her, what she did wrong.

A month after that weird experience at the sweet store did Julie walk in, like nothing was wrong she pranced into the store.

“What can I get you” said Maysilee apprehensively

“I want to apologise, I shouldn’t have avoided you for so long”

“Ok?”

“So do you have those Cinnamon Taffy treats you mentioned you liked?”

Confused Maysilee said “Ya, just got on the shelves a few days ago, yu want some?”

“Of course, I’d love try, how about 100 grams”

“100 grams!” Maysilee nearly screamed “are you serious”

“Yes, I saved up my money, I can spend it how I want” said Julie matter of factly 

“But on sweets?”

“Why not, here” she said and slid her cash across the counter, “take it,” she smiled

“Ok, let me ring that up for you” said Maysilee smiling back

Handing Julie the bad of taffy, she took one out of the bag, taking a bite and making a satisfied noise, 

“I told you they were good,”

“And I believe you now,” Julie said taking another out of the bag, leaving the rest on the counter, “here so you can have some fresh treats, for after the reaping”

“Oh don’t remind me, here’s this, take the bag come back here after the reaping and we can both have some, to celebrate another year safe,” said Maysilee

“Ok, good plan, at least next year the odds will be better, only 2 of us not 4 like today,” laughed Julie

“If I get reaped next year its your fault,” Maysilee jokes

“See you later, I have to get all primed up and nice for the capitol” 

“Don’t say things like that, I am serious”

Ding

Maybe things are looking up for Maysilee

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CodyWan week 2024 Day 3

Soulmate au (Sharing Injuries)

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When Obi-Wan was 1 he was given to the Jedi Order, the concept of a soulmate wasn’t necessarily forbidden but was frowned upon, but Obi-Wan was too young to even know the concept or even why they would be frowned upon

When Obi-Wan was 5 he learned what a soulmate was, they weren’t always romantic, half the time they were platonic, it was extremely unlikely to even meet as the entire galaxy was a potential option, some people had known their soulmate for years before even realising. As quickly as he learned of the concept he learned why it was frowned upon, as the undivided loyalty one feels towards the soulmate falls in contrast to one of the main testaments of the order, the one that forbade attachments, as the order had to come first in a Jedi’s life, nothing more. 

When Obi-Wan was 16 he became Qui-Gon’s padawan, and his slow change from rebellious youngling to a rebellious to his master, who himself was rebellious of the order, began. Obi-Wan had resigned himself to the face that he was a outlier and would never have a soulmate, it was easier to admit that than having the live with the knowledge of having to turn away his soulmate eventually

When Obi-Wan was 25 his master died and he was suddenly thrust into being a Jedi Master to Anakin, a child, his grief over Qui-Gon changed Obi-Wan, he was willing to trust but to put his love into another person, let alone a soulmate, which he didn’t have. 

When Obi-Wan was 34 he started noticing injuries that weren’t from him, it was a strange feeling, the injured part would feel tingly before falling numb until the wound healed, Obi-Wan could only guess they were in a dangerous profession as the range of injuries were far too disconnected for a normal person, one day when he was walking through the gardens of the Jedi Temple with Anakin, they were late to some meeting or whatever, but in a short span of time Obi-Wan felt the hit of a stun blaster and fainted onto the soft dirt.

When Obi-Wan was 35 The Clone Wars started, after the battle of Geonosis he was told that the Jedi would be joining the war effort and commanding armies to fight the droid armies and keep the peace, this is when he met the 212th. When he met Cody

They became friends fast, they could move around the battlefield with ease, knowing where the other was instinctively. It was part of the reason why Obi-Wan’s lightsaber ended up attached to Cody’s belt by the end of battle. They shared similar injuries by the end of battle but Obi-Wan never fully thought about it.

One day the 212th was stationed on Trandosha, there were reports of bandit and bounty hunters harassing the locals, the battalion was simply a deterrent, to prevent fighting. But then the faint feeling of numbness trickled from his forehead to around his left eye, he moved his hand up to his face, it was wet, looking back at his hand he saw the familiar red shine of blood, the injury quickly was cauterised. Obi-Wan’s soulmate was clearly not in a safe environment. 

When Obi-Wan was 35 he saw Cody, with a fresh scar, the same one that appeared randomly on his face, a little while earlier, when the Squad of troopers came back to the base, they looked at Obi-Wan and promptly looked away, walking at a brisk pace to the barracks, leaving Cody, his hemet was off, resting on his hip, broken and busted, his face had a cauterised wound around his eye. 

When Obi-Wan was 48 he was still getting the occasional bruises and injuries, it was one of the only comforts in his monotonous life, that Cody was alive, probably with the empire, one of the many stormtroopers, but alive.

When Cody was 32, well he looked like he was in his 60s, he was on Yavin 4, joining the rebellion against the empire after the failed clone rebellion. There weren’t many clones left, most went into hiding, wanting to escape the war and stop fighting. A small group of them joined the rebellion to end the empire and bring back democracy, it was a part of the coding in their brains to be loyal to the long dead Republic and democracy. Cody was sitting in the dining hall with his brothers when he felt the burn of a lightsaber in his side before his body went numb, but he knew what that meant.

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CodyWan week 2024 Day 2

Beating rival suitors off with a stick

a/n: I'm not overly happy with this, I might rewrite or delete it later, also I forgot to post this yesterday but whatever

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Cody knew that Jedi’s aren’t meant to form attachments, he knew that Obi-Wan knew, yet here he was standing slightly behind him listening as he was being flirted with by almost every senator walking over.

They were on a diplomatic mission, the senators of both the Republic and the Separatists were meeting for the first time for peace talks, Cody and Obi-Wan were only here for the protection of all involved in case some war profiteer or terrorist wanted to strike. 

Obi-Wan had just been introduced to the Senator from Onderon and started saying “it is a pleasure to meet you master Jedi,” leaning all up into Obi-Wan’s personal space.

Cody’s throat constricted, a familiar feeling rose through his body, it was all the same. Time after time, people would see the Jedi, more specifically Obi-Wan and think maybe they had a shot, like those weird forbidden romance holos and novels written about the order, which Cody definitely has never read. 

The senator placed one of their hands on Obi-Wan’s chest, and he just stood there, Cody stepped forward and placed his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist protectively.

“Excuse me, but we must be going”, Cody said before realising the words were leaving his mouth. Obi-Wan looked over at him, confusion flashing across his face for a moment before making a cordial goodbye to the dignitaries and senators, Cody dragged him across the room away from them, they were now leaning against a wall

“Cody, what are you doing” he questioned

“They were overstepping, didn’t you notice, we’re here for peace talks not flirting” “They didn’t mean anything by it,” said Obi-Wan

“I just don’t like it” said Cody, “How easily people want you, it’s selfish I know”

“We can all be a little selfish sometimes, this is one thing that being a little bit selfish might not be a bad thing”. 

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CodyWan Week 2024 Master List

I will be doing the orange prompts from the list

Day 1 : No/Different Order 66

Day 2 : Beating rival suitors off with a stick

Day 3 : Soulmate AU

Day 4 : ‘Subtitle’ witty banter during the war

Day 5 : Original Kenobi Series Script

Day 6 : Touch starved

Day 7 : Dimension travel (by one character)

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CodyWan week 2024 Day 1

No/Different Order 66

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The War is over, he repeats over and over in his head, but the visions before his eyes were so visceral, the images of his friends, his family fighting and dying in front of him, he couldn’t save them, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t use the force, he was helpless.

That's the funny thing about dreams, even when you know your dreaming, when they go against all that you know is true, there is a part of you that acts like it is real, that the people and objects in the dreams can touch you, sometimes you even feel them, the pressure against your skin, your throat, you know it isn’t real, it can’t be, but it feels real, alive.

For Obi-Wan seeing Anakin, Ahsoka, Cody, his men, being struck down night after night, dream after dream they never let up.

The dreams end the same every night, with whatever is destroying his friends would turn to him and would be about to strike the final blow he would wake with a start, shooting up in bed, in the familiar dark room.

The glare from the clock read 3:10 am, with a sigh Obi-Wan flopped down into the bed, his head hitting the pillow, He heard a soft from the body next to him

“Another dream” said Cody

“Like clockwork” Obi-Wan sighed, Cody moved from next to him to moving Obi-Wan onto his chest, Obi-wan’s head hearing his heartbeats,

beat,

beat,

beat,

In the dreams Obi-Wan knew that the war was over, in Cody’s arms he knew that all would be okay in the end.

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The Beast Within

Tamlin x Beron

Tags : Smut, Sub!Beron, Dom!Tamlin, Blow Job, m!receiving, making out

Summary : Stripped of his power Beron runs into Tamlin’s Court and his arms

18+ Minors do not interact / Read at your own risk

a/n : thank you Elain-Gate for planting this crackship into my brain, I wrote 70% of this on vacation on a literal beach, Welcome to pure shit posting 

wc: 1.6k

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Following Eris’s takeover of the Autumn Court stripping Beron of his former power, He was banished from the lands, never to set foot in Autumn again. 

Beron hearing of Tamlin’s mercy of his ‘son’ his first move once escaping the forest palace was to run to the southern border, his neighbor, Spring.

He was stripped of his royal regalia, his fine clothes, his jewels he fought so hard to keep were ripped off and thrown to the side, forgotten. Like his fate would eventually be. 

For the first time since he was a young boy he felt fear, not of being killed by his own son, it was expected, but of feeling powerless it had been centuries of living with the might of Autumn running through his veins it became second nature to call forward this power. No more.

On foot Beron was running through the forests, the autumn leaves dotting the trees and forest floor, making the world look the same, he was bound to get lost, stumbling over a protruding tree root caused him to tumble to the floor, pain sprung from his hands and knees, looking down Beron could see the skin shredded and the blood beginning to pool, this was bad, more than just being injured but the beasts that lurked in the forests, that Beron himself had let run wild, unchecked, would stalk towards him at lethal speeds, eat him raw and leave only his bones to be retaken by nature. 

Getting up Beron picked a direction and ran he would not have to rest and heal himself using normal fey means, sprinting away the trickles of blood from his hands and knees that marked his movements began to fall, he had to make it to spring to beg for mercy from Tamlin, it was mortifying but the only way to regain his power and give himself a chance to survive.

~ 

Seeing the green in the distance gave him the brief sliver of hope, he was almost at the border, he could hear the footfalls of both beast and fey alike gaining ground he could see his life ahead and his death behind, when had everything gone so wrong 

Reaching the green leaves he could feel the thrum of power wash over him running through the border, the wards over the court allowing him entry looking behind him he could see Autumn soldiers and the mythical bloodthirsty animals in their tow. As they approached the border a spike of fear ran through Berons spine. If he could enter why not them. But they were not granted entry instead being bounced off Beron would have laughed if he was sure the High Lord would house him in the court. 

~ 

After walking through the court the fawna was unlike those in Autumn they were vibrant and lush the dew on the grassy ground supported his steps as he wandered through trying to find a sign of fey life. 

A rustle of the trees was all he needed to know he wasn’t alone. The voice of the High Lord rang through all sides of the forest surrounding him like he was disguised as the green around him, it was unknown how Tamlin’s shapeshifting worked and the limitations of it, it was a well kept secret of the royal family.

“Beron are you blind”

“-what” Beron said confused 

“You seem to have stumbled into the wrong court”

“I was let in, the borders” said Beron, Tamlin walked towards him his beast form was a hulking wolf like form with antlers adorning his head, 

“I hear there is a new High Lord of Autumn, I’m surprised you're still alive” Tamlin said shifting into his high fey form the bones and muscles reshaping in a gruesome display of contortion remaking themselves into form. 

Beron flinched back 

“So am I” Beron said “I hope you will not take it too soon”

“You were a faithful ally, it would be regretful to kill you where you stand”

“I would like to claim sanctuary in your court”

“I assumed so, I accept your claim, follow me”

And with that Tamlin stalked away from Beron leaving him nothing other to do than follow 

~

The day progressed and Beron was wined and dined by the Lord of Spring the ornate dining room had been destroyed when Hybern made their stay in Spring so they ate in one of Tamlin’s private rooms, one of those rooms you would dine with a confidant out of the eye and ear of the courtesans and staff. 

For two people who historically had disagreed on many subject and it was true they had different dispositions and temperament, the dinner was more than amicable but one of the first likable dinners Beron had in years, Tamlin dispute his faults provided a decent meal and his features provided a more than decent display.  

Six glasses deep into Spring wine, truly Beron should have imported more of it into his stores, fey naturally have a higher immunity to alcohol, a high lord even more so, but Beron underestimated his tolerance and was now laughing deeply at Tamlin’s stupid jokes his cheeks were blushed, if he had more sense in his brain he would have been embarrassed at his lack of propriety. Tamlin had held his wine better, with grace, yet his half lidded eyes staring into his dripped with lust, more than the wine warmed Beron’s body as his blood rushed towards his dick.

Berons thoughts were betraying him, he was across from Tamlin the low light from the candles softened Tamlin’s harsh features, his arms resting on the table were cover with sleeves but the toned arms were still clearly there, his hands

oh

his hands

What Beron would do to have those hands wrap around his throat, to squeeze and have his breath constricted, his dick twitched at the thought, Beron saw the monster lurking under the beautiful male’s skin, he knew the stories and rumors about the High King of Spring’s trists, he could only imagine what power that beast would unleash, and he craved it, after years of being the one in control, the domineering one in any relationship, he had lost his centuries long control over Autumn and it was if the dam broke, he needed it, he craved it 

“You see something you like?”, Tamlin said breaking into Berons mind, hearing Tamlin’s voice broke him from his trance the fork in his hand was bent crooked and partially melting in his hand, 

“So what if I do, what are you going to do about that?” leaning forward in challenge

“If you're that desperate why don't you come over and show me what you like so  much”

“You bastard”

Tamlin laughed a deep guttural laugh, which Beron quickly shut up by pouncing over the table, their lips connect, Beron kneeling on the table leaning onto Tamlin for support, One of Tamlin’s hands holding his waist, another palms his face. 

He moans into his mouth, the strong capable hands keeping him in place. 

Breaking apart for a moment, Tamlin breath is as ragged as his arms are tense, Tamins mind and body at war, Beron could smell him, his musk smelled of the dew in the morning and crisp wind

Next thing he knew Tamlin’s mouth was on his neck, his smoothly shaven face attacking his bristly skin. Sucking a purple mark on his pulse point, Beron let out a pathetically loud whine

Tamlin Chuckled into his neck as he pulled Beron onto his lap, straddling him, the contact of their bodies made him moan again, he needed more of him, to feel his bare skin, the thought of that made Beron roll his hips he could feel Tamlin he was hard beneath him and he let out a wanton moan.

“So Needy, Are you truly that desperate” Tamlin laughed

Beron snarled at him but his heart wasn’t behind it it sounded almost like a moan

“Aww, do you like that, the high and mighty Beron Vanserra, do you like to submit” teased Tamlin, Beron lowered his head in embarrassment

“Don’t make me beg” Beron said in a low voice, pleading

“What is it that you want then ” Tamlin said grasping Beron’s chin harshly to make him look at him “Tell me”

Beron tried to speak but his words couldn’t find him instead he palmed at Tamlin’s pants

“Use your words” He said sternly 

“Let me” He grabbed at Tamlin, trying to untie his pants in his fervor failing to do so but getting the point across 

“On your knees” He commanded, Beron quickly shuffled onto the floor in front of Tamlin, looking up at the High Lord he saw a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by a smug smile,“I would have thought you put up more of a fight, with fathering seven children I thought you would be well pleased or are you just a wanton male”

“Perhaps there is not a supply of what I want in Autumn” Beron says now successfully undoing Tamlin’s pants and pulling out his cock. It was long and girthy standing upright it almost slapped Beron in his face. Precum was leaking from the head

Beron thumbed his head smearing precum across him before licking from the base to the head, then he took him whole,  he started at a slow pace wanting to feel all of him but he soon felt Tamlin’s hand grip his now tousled hair, Beron is forced into a relentless pace and it isn’t long before the salty taste of cum in filling up Beron’s mouth, he does his best to swallow what he can but when he forces Tamlin to break his hold on his scalp, the white liquid dribbled from his mouth and onto his shirt.

Beron looks up at what he did to the Lord of Spring, his a sweaty ragged mess looking down at him, and he can’t help but smile at the thought that Tamlin wanted this as well.

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What if the High Lords chose not to revive Rhysand

This is an idea that came to me randomly so I wrote this in about an hour, sorry if there are any spelling or grammer issues.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Warmth seeped across Feyre’s face, only then had she opened her eyes, the Cauldron stood unmoved infront of her, the cracks gone, as if they were never there.

They had done it. 

They.

Feeling out for the familiar bond Feyre had grown used to over the past month she found nothing, as if the cracks of the cauldron had torn into her shredding the connection between her and Rhysand. 

Looking next to her did she see the cause of the skipped beat in her soul.

Rhysand was dead

The world fell silent as the voices in her head faded, she fell to her knees grasping her lover. she began to scream

Screaming and screaming and screaming

The screams were never ending, the screams of grief morphed to screams of pain. 

The emptiness in her chest filled with power, it was overwhelming, it felt worse than becoming fey, like her already heightened senses made it worse, magic burst into her soul filling the space Rhys left, her connection to Night grew, like her life force was tied to the ground. She would come to realize later that the power and magic of the high lord came from the primordial magic of the court, ancient magic needing an outlet to seep out of so it wouldn’t implode. Shadows swirled around Feyre and Rhysand, they emerged from his chest and pierced into hers. Feyre cried out, feeling the shadows enter her soul was like a thousand daggers stabbing again and again and again.

Azriel, Cassian and Mor were just standing there, unsure whether they could approach her, scared of her, they were already deeply injured swaying back and forth, the siphons being the only thing keeping them upright. 

Only when the shadows ceased did they step closer, muttering farewells to their leader. 

Friend.

Brother.

“Healing,” croaked out Feyre “Please”

She was on the ground, as she willed her body to turn to the high lords, they were kettling the Inner Circle, keeping their distance, some knowing what had happened, some with confusion.

When the dust settled, Thesan moved towards Rhysand his hands tough his neck feeling for a pulse, Feyre grabbed towards him in fear and delight. He could heal him, surely. 

Feyre couldn’t live like this, she couldn’t breathe, the emptiness was over taking her senses, her only thought running through her head was how Rhysand was no longer breathing, he needed to be breathing. 

Thesan made to move away, Feyre had grasped his pant legs

“Please, You have to do something.”

“I can’t” he said apologetically

“You did it before, to me, all of you, you did it before”

Trying to get Feyre to let go Thesan respond “That magic, It doesn’t work like that, you were human-”

“You have to try” Feyre cried, tears streaming down her face, eyes red from the exertion, Feyre collapsed onto Rhysand again her fingers scraping against his armor

“I’m Sorry” he said

“Bring him back” Feyre barked at the High Lords

She screamed “BRING HIM BACK”

Nothing, they didn’t move, Mor approached Feyre kneeling in front of her, her arms grasped around Feyre in comfort, She didn’t want her comfort she needed his. 

“There is nothing to be done,” said Helion, “The spell cannot be cast, it breaks the laws of nature”

“What use did you have for nature when I was made” Feyre snarled 

“Your mate, Rhysand was an awful person, why should we bring him back, we have no loyalty to him or your court” Beron spoke up, those words had pierced Feyre’s heart said with such malice and discontent 

Mor pulled out her sword and held it meer millimeters from his throat “Do as the lady wishes” she said, her voice filled with determination

“You hold no power over me nor do your threats scare me, you should know of the limitations on necromancy, the limitations of night” said Beron

“But” whispered Feyre

“Child,” said Kallias her voice was stern and full of power “you are suffering a great loss, one beyond imagine, but Beron speaks true, you do not wish to hear this as you were blinded by love, Rhysand tormented the Prithian before and during Amarantha, in truth he still did so after being released from her clutches, there are lives that can never return to life because of him, children, Feyre, He would continue to live in his narcissism if there was even a sliver of a way to bring him back, I hope that Night becomes better in time, under a different High Lord, but that would be in spite of Rhysand and all he stood for”

Feyre looked at Kallias, at Beron, at Helion, at Thesan, at Tarquin, at Tamlin, feeling hopeless in her request being unheard. She roared in grief

“If you won’t I will” she cried, and in a moment she winnowed her, Rhysand’s dead body, Mor, Azriel, Cassian and her traumatized sisters to the House of Wind.