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1 year after Eris successfully overthrow his father, Rhysand sends Lucien & his daughter to scout the autumn court seeing as Eris has asked for an alliance. Unfortunately a mating bond seems to complicate everything further..
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Word count: 5k
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Warnings: breif mentions of injustices to Lucien, not much in this one.
Author's note: Hello!!! So ive been gone for just under a year which is fucking crazy to be honest but im just glad to be alive an kicking considering last year was kinda hell for me. Anyway😅 I really hope you enjoy this series cuz I know im having a lot of fun writing it. Also if Eris or Lucien seem a little once I apologize, its been a bit since I read the books. Also I named LoA Rohali, just cuz she needed a name and it was pretty. Enjoy Lovelies!
The Autumn Court is a blur of searing oranges and deep, blood-reds. The air here is thick, tasting of dry leaves and old smoke. You walk a half-step behind your uncle, your boots clicking against the polished marble of the great hall. Lucien moves with his usual sharp, feline grace, his mechanical eye whirring faintly as he scans the room.
Working as an emissary is more exhausting than you expected. It's not your preferred line of work but for the sake of the mission, you try to fit the part. Your days are filled with tedious scrolls and the careful navigation of courtly egos. You wanted something beyond the velvet curtains of your father's court, something that felt like your own, but this isn't what you meant...
"Keep your head up," Lucien murmurs, his voice low and cautious. "And for the love of the Cauldron, try to look like you're enjoying the politics. It makes the vipers think you're one of them."
He stops abruptly and you almost walk into his back as he plants his feet. You follow his gaze and your eyes widen as you stand straight.
At the far end of the hall, seated upon a throne that looks more like a jagged shard of obsidian than a chair, is Eris. He doesn't look like the monster your family described in hushed tones. He looks like a masterpiece of cruelty. His posture is relaxed, one arm draped over the side of the throne, his eyes tracing the room with a cold, bored expression. He was... beautiful...
As the two of you approach, Eris shifts. His gaze lands on you, and for a second, the boredom vanishes. His eyes narrow, flickering with a sudden, sharp curiosity.
"Lucien," Eris says, his voice a smooth, dangerous silk. "I don't remember you mentioning an assistant. Who is this that's finally decided to grace us with her presence?" You offer a polite, measured nod, keeping your expression neutral. Beside you, Lucien stiffens, his shoulders squaring as he faces his brother. The tension between them is a physical thing, a static charge that makes the fine hairs on your arms stand up.
"This is Y/n Archeron, Rhysand, and Feyre's daughter. I'm training her to be an emissary, Eris," Lucien says, his voice clipped. "And she is here on official business for the Night Court with me."
Eris leans forward, his gaze lingering on you. There's an edge to his curiosity, the look of a male who enjoys finding the weak point in a fortress. He doesn't look at Lucien as he speaks; his focus remains entirely on you.
"An emissary. How quaint," Eris purrs. "I wonder if the High Lord of Night thinks his daughter is suited for the filth of the Autumn Court, or if this is simply a way to keep her occupied."
Lucien's hand twitches toward the hilt of his blade, but he holds himself back. He glances at you, a silent warning to stay out of the crossfire.
Eris rises from the throne. His movements are slow and possess a lethal elegance. He descends the steps of the dais, stopping just a few feet away. He smells of cedar and whiskey.
"Tell me, girl," he says, the name sounding like a secret on his tongue. "What do you think of my father's court, or oh should I say my court now?"
"It's a beautiful estate," you say honestly. Your voice is steady, but beneath the surface, your power stirs. You let a thin, invisible needle of your power towards Eris's mind. You only want a glimpse-a flicker of truth to see if the man standing before you is truly an ally or if you're both walking into a trap of Beron's making.
The moment your power touches him, you hit a wall. It's not a passive barrier; it's a violent, shimmering shield of mental iron. Your magic claws at the edge of his consciousness, scraping against a surface looking for an opening but his shield was so reinforced that it feels like trying to pierce a mountain.
You snap your power back instantly, pulling the threads of your magic tight against your own mind. Eris doesn't flinch. He doesn't even blink. But a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips. He tilts his head, his eyes darkening with an amused glint.
He knows exactly what you just tried to do.
"A little spy in the making," he says. "Treading into places she doesn't belong. You seem to have inherited your father's curiosity. And your mother's lack of patience."
Lucien shifts beside you, his gaze darting between you and his brother. "Eris, enough."
"Am I being unfair, Lucien?" Eris asks, though he keeps his eyes locked on yours. "I asked Rhysand for an alliance and I was told you were coming to see how I run my court, not for snooping through my mind."
"We're here under my father's orders to decide if you're truly different from Beron," you say bluntly. You cut off Lucien mid-breath, your voice sharp and devoid of the diplomatic fluff he's been trying to maintain. A flicker of irritation burns in your chest; you hate the feeling of being locked out, the frustration of a door slammed in your face by that mental shield.
"If you are, we can ally as you asked," you continue, stepping slightly forward. "If not... we report back." Lucien looks at you, wide-eyed and momentarily speechless. He looks like he wants to apologize for your lack of tact, but knows you will open your mouth again and his apologies will do no good..
Eris remains still, but the smirk on his face deepens. He doesn't seem offended by your bluntness; if anything, he looks delighted.
"Such fire," Eris says, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register. "The High Lord of Night has raised a little wolf, how adorable...."
He glances over to Lucien, then back to you, his amber eyes scanning your face with an intensity that feels like a physical touch.
"I am very different from my father," Eris says, though the way he says it suggests he might just be better at hiding the darkness. "But I suspect you'll find that 'different' doesn't necessarily mean 'kind.' I'd be happy to show you that during your stay." Eris says, his tone almost snide as if he just knows you'll find fault in him somewhere.
You open your mouth to retort, a sharp comment already forming on your tongue, but Lucien's hand closes around your arm. His grip is firm, pulling you back as he steps forward. The mask of the professional emissary cracks over his face. The stiff posture and the calculated distance vanish, leaving behind something raw and aching.
"Eris..."
Lucien's voice is cut, brittle. He stops just short of his brother, his gaze searching Eris's face with a desperation that makes your chest tighten. In this moment, he isn't the confident warrior or the seasoned diplomatic male who has spent a lifetime longing for the family that was ripped away from him. He looks at Eris as if he's a ghost, praying for a sign -any sign-that a brother has truly replaced the monster who ruled this court.
Eris remains perfectly still. The amusement is still there, but it's dampened by a flicker of something complex-something that looks like a memory of a different life. He looks at Lucien, his eyes tracing the scars and the lines of tension in his brother's face.
The silence in the hall grows heavy. The court attendants in the periphery seem to fade away, leaving the three of you in a bubble of suffocating tension. Eris lets out a breath, a sound that is almost a sigh. He doesn't reach out, or try to hug him as you both had hoped but he nods to himself.
"You always were sentimental, Lucien. Even when we were children."You stand perfectly still, watching them in silence. You stay a few steps back, your gaze shifting between the two brothers. The contrast is stark. Lucien looks fragile, stripped of his armor, his eyes searching for a ghost of a bond to his eldest brother. Eris stands like a statue of salt and ice, his expression a mask of polished indifference.
The silence stretches, filled only by the distant, rhythmic clicking of the court attendants' jewelry and the faint whistle of the wind through the high arches of the hall. Lucien's shoulders sag slightly. He looks like he's waiting for a blow to land or a hand to reach out, and the uncertainty of which one will come seems to be eating him alive.
Eris finally breaks the tension. He shifts his weight, a hand coming to grip Lucien's shoulder, the fine fabric of his coat snapping with the movement. He looks at Lucien, then glances back at you, as if remembering you're even there. Seems to be the only true greeting he will give his brother.
"Since you've come all this way to judge my character," Eris says, his voice returning to that smooth purr, "I suppose it would be hospitable of me to offer you both a tour. Or perhaps a drink. The wine in the Autumn Court is far more potent than the watered-down swill they serve in the City of Starlight."
You bristle at the jab and take a step to say something, but Lucien clears his throat, straightening his posture as he tries to pull the professional mask back over his face and turn his attention. "We are here for business, Eris. If you can show us ou-"
"Business can wait for an hour," Eris interrupts. He turns his head toward you, a sharp, challenging glint in his amber eyes. "It almost seems like you'd rather be anywhere but here little brother." He says, his tone aloof and pointed at the same time.
"We were informed you had offered a week's stay, or was that your mother's generosity?" you ask, your tone flat and professional. The mention of Rohali causes a subtle shift in Eris's posture. He doesn't move, but the air around him seems to sharpen.
Gods, he's a bitch, you think, but you keep the thought locked behind your teeth. Your face remains a mask of cool indifference, though a flicker of pity stirs in your chest for your uncle. Lucien has traveled across courts and risked his pride just to receive a cutting remark and a smirk.
With Eris remaining unmated, his mother holds significant sway as the active High Lady of the court, and the invitation is a formal gesture of diplomacy- one that provides the perfect cover for the tension currently thick enough to choke on.
Honestly, the fact that he appointed his mother to the position of High Lady was the only reason you agreed to come with Lucien in the first place considering he had absolutely no need to do so but chose to anyway. Eris turns his gaze back to you, his amber eyes scanning your features. He seems to be weighing your bluntness against your status.
"My mother is always fond of a guest," Eris says, his voice smooth. "Especially one who knows how to speak her mind. It saves so much time on the pleasantries."
He gestures with a long, elegant hand toward the wide hallway leading deeper into the palace.
"Come then. I'll show you to your quarters before the wine takes hold and Lucien starts reciting poetry about his lost childhood."
Lucien stiffens beside you, his jaw tight. He doesn't say a word, but the way he glances at you suggests he's grateful you're the one handling the conversation. As Eris leads the way, his stride is confident, you can't help but wonder who taught him to keep such impenetrable mental shields. He abruptly stops at a set of heavy oak doors and looks back at you over his shoulder.
"Tell me, Y/n. In a week, do you think you'll have found enough evidence to tell your father I'm a monster like my father?" You leave his question hanging in the air, choosing silence over a retort. You know that anything you say right now would be biting, and you have no desire to give Lucien any worse of a migraine.
Instead, you keep your gaze fixed forward, your thoughts drifting to Rohali. You've heard stories of her. A timid, gentle female who lived in the shadow of Beron's cruelty. From what you were told she seems to have life in her again and you hope she welcomes her youngest son with the warmth that his brother is clearly incapable of providing.
Eris's eyes flicker toward you, his expression unreadable. He seems almost disappointed that you've denied him a reaction, but he doesn't push further. He pushes open the heavy oak doors, revealing a lavish corridor lined with gold-leafed molding and deep crimson carpets that swallow the sound of your footsteps.
"My mother is currently in the solarium. I suggest you both compose yourselves before you enter. She has a fondness for harmony, Lucien remembers..." Lucien just lets out a sharp, tired breath. He glances at you, his expression softening for a fraction of a second, a silent acknowledgment of the shared burden of dealing with Eris.
You step into the room and immediately turn to your uncle as the heavy door clicks shut, sealing you both in the silence of the room.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Lu," you say, your voice soft and genuine. "I know I was supposed to let you take the lead. I just... he is so insufferable! Why is daddy considering tying our court to him?!" You say venting as you start to pace but try to hold it as Eris is technically still his brother and you don't want to make your uncle feel any worse.
You look at him, seeing the way he still looks a bit frayed, the ghost of his father's presence clinging to him like a shroud. You know how deep those wounds go- the trauma of a childhood spent in fear, the scars that never quite fade. This trip was partly supposed to be a step toward healing, a chance for him to find some peace with his family, and you hate the thought that your impatience might have derailed that.
Lucien stands by the door for a moment, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere across the room. He slowly exhales, the tension in his shoulders dropping an inch.
"It's alright, kiddo," he says, though his voice is still thick with exhaustion. He turns to you, a small, tired smile touching his lips. "To be honest, I think Eris needed someone to push back. He's spent too long being the only predator in the room, except for father of course..."
He walks further into the room, glancing at the opulent furniture and the rich tapestries.
"Just... try to be patient with him. And with me. This place has a way of bringing out the worst in all of us." He pauses, looking back at you. "Are you alright? I swear somewhere deep down, he's not like this. Beron made him into this..."
"Daddy taught me to expect it, I just didn't expect his shields to be so strong. I thought I could just slip in and we could be on our way but nope..." you say. The reminder is a grounding one. In your world, the ability to slip into a mind is a rare gift, and your father ensured you knew exactly how to handle a locked door before you ever set foot outside the Night Court on a mission.
You step forward and wrap your arms around your uncle in a tight hug. Lucien freezes for a heartbeat, his body stiff with the lingering residue of the encounter with Eris, before he relaxes and rests a hand on your shoulder.
"I hope your mother and other brother are kinder," you say against his coat. You can feel the slight tremble in him. It's been two centuries since he's walked these halls. two hundred years of carrying the weight of his father's hatred, deaths, and trauma like ghosts in these halls for him. The hope in your voice is a fragile thing, but it seems to be the only thing keeping him upright.
Lucien pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression weary but filled with a genuine, soft affection.
"I hope so too, kiddo," he says quietly. "I really do." He looks toward the door, his gaze distant.
"We should probably head to the solarium. Rohali is expecting us. I'd rather not keep her waiting if you don't mind." He offers you a small, encouraging nod, signaling that it's time to face the rest of the Autumn Court. You nod, though you notice he hasn't actually called her "mother" yet. You keep the observation to yourself, knowing that pushing him towards familial tensions he isn't ready for would only make him retreat.
The two of you take a few minutes to freshen up, smoothing out your clothes and adjusting your composure. When you finally step back into the hall, Lucien leads the way, offering his arm to you. He was a gentleman as always, one of his ways of covering his own discomfort probably.
The manor is a strange blend of architectural grandeur and untamed nature. Thick, emerald-green ivy clings to the gold-veined walls, and potted ferns spill over the edges of marble pedestals. Tiny, pale flowers bloom in the crevices of the stone floor, scenting the air with a sweetness that cuts through the smell of cedar and smoke.
"Aunt Elain would love this place," you say, glancing at a particularly lush wall of climbing vines. Lucien's expression softens as he thinks of Elain, her love for the earth, and the quiet patience she has for growing things. "She would," he agrees, his voice barely a whisper. "She'd probably try to rearrange the entire garden within an hour."
"To be fair it would probably look better if she did." You say with a chuckle and smile, as you glance up at him, just glad you found something to make him smile. He gives a small, genuine huff of a laugh, the first one you've heard since you arrived.
As you approach the solarium, the light shifts, becoming a warm, diffused gold. The double doors are made of glass and white wood, and through them, you can see the silhouette of a female sitting in a high-backed chair, surrounded by a sea of blooming orange lilies. Lucien stops. He takes a deep, shuddering breath. His hand tightened slightly on
"Uncle Lu," you say, stepping into his space. You wrap your arms around him again, leaning your head against his chest just as you did when you were a child. You stay there for a moment, offering him the kind of simple, grounding comfort that doesn't require words. You can feel the rapid thrum of his heart beneath the fabric of his coat, the way his breath hitches as he tries to steady himself.
Lucien's arms wind around you, squeezing tight. He closes his eyes, setting his chin on top of your head. For a few seconds, the politics of the Autumn Court and the cruelty of Eris fade away, leaving only the two of you in the golden light of the hallway.
He pulls back, taking a final, deep breath to settle his nerves. He straightens his tunic and looks at the glass doors of the solarium. The vulnerability is still there, but it's tempered now by a flicker of resolve.
"Thank you," he whispers as he reaches out and pushes the doors open.
The solarium is a cathedral of glass and greenery. Warm sunlight pours in from every angle, illuminating a thousand shades of orange, gold, and deep red. In the center of the room, surrounded by towering lilies and cascading vines, sits a female.
She is slender, with the same fire-etched hair as Lucien, though hers is streaked with silver just about the only sign of ageing on her. Her eyes are a soft, clouded brown, and she wears a gown of pale cream that makes her look like a hand-carved marble statue. She turns her head as the doors creak, her gaze landing first on you, then shifting to Lucien. The woman's breath hitches. She slowly rises from her chair, her movements tentative, as if she's afraid that moving too quickly will make the vision vanish.
"Lucien?" she whispers, her voice a fragile, melodic thread. You reach out with your power, a soft, tentative probe toward the female's mind. Unlike Eris, she has no shield. There is no iron wall, no cold barrier-only a wide-open expanse of raw, shimmering emotion.
You've always found it easier to read the colors of a heart than the specific thoughts of a mind, and Rohali's heart is a torrential flood. You feel a crushing wave of joy, a searing, desperate love, and a deep layer of remorse that tastes like ash. Through the connection, you sense a jagged fragment of a memory: the day Lucien was chased out, the silence that followed, and the agonizing belief that her youngest son had been murdered. She didn't know he was coming, Eris didn't tell her that his brother was alive when he had known for years. Your distain for the male was growing steadily by the minute.
A soft smile touches your lips though as you feel a surge of gratitude that you were here to witness this. Rohali takes a trembling step forward, her hands reaching out, her fingers shaking.
"My boy," she whispers, her voice breaking. "My sweet, brave boy. I thought... I thought you were gone."
Lucien makes a sound, a choked, wounded noise, and collapses into her arms. He sinks onto her arms, burying his face in her shoulder like a toddler being picked, his shoulders shaking as he finally lets go of the tension he's carried for two hundred years. Rohali wraps her arms around him, pulling him close, her fingers tangling in his red hair as she weeps openly.
You stay back, giving them the space to breathe and break, but you keep your magic gently brushed against her, anchoring her joy.
After a long moment, Rohali looks up, her eyes glistening as she sees you standing there. She doesn't let go of Lucien, but she reaches out a hand toward you, her expression one of pure, maternal wonder.
"And this must be..." she says, her voice warm and thick with emotion. "Rhysand's daughter. You have your father's eyes, my dear. Please, come closer." You smile softly as you draw back your power, the emotional echo of Rohali's love still humming in the air. You step forward just as Lucien moves to the side, his movements slow and heavy, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. He still has a hand entwined with his mother's as he looks over to you.
You've been told your whole life that you're the female version of your father -the same violet eyes, black hair falling over you, the same sharp edges to your beauty. To anyone else, it would look as if Rhys simply cloned himself without Feyre's help. But as you face Rohali, you don't lead with the arrogance of a High Lord's daughter. You sink into a deep, respectful bow.
It's a gesture of genuine reverence for the woman before you. You think of the stories-the years spent under Beron's thumb, the silence she had to maintain to survive, and the grief she carried in secret. You bow to her strength, you hadn't even spoken to her and you already have more respect for the female than her asshole of a firstborn.
Rohali's breath hitches. She reaches out, her small, pale hand gently touching your shoulder to pull you up from the bow.
"Such grace," she whispers, her eyes shimmering. "It seems your parents have raised a wonderful daughter." Lucien clears his throat, though his voice is still thick. He stands close to his mother, his hand resting protectively on her arm, as if afraid she might vanish if he lets go.
"She's... she's a handful," Lucien says, casting a glance your way with a faint, watery smile. "But she's got a good heart." Rohali beams, her face radiating a warmth that seems to brighten the entire solarium.
"Oh I don't know about that, she seems more than behaved to me." She looks between the two of you, her expression becoming more focused. "Now, tell me everything. I want to know every detail of your lives, both of you. Start from the beginning."
The afternoon in the solarium unfolds in a blur of soft laughter and long-overdue stories. You spend the next few hours bridging the gap between the Night Court and the Autumn Court, telling Rohali about your family, the shimmering streets of Velaris, and of course stories of you growing up around her son.
Lucien speaks in fragments at first, his voice cracking as he recounts the years of exile, his life at the night court, and of course many words about his mate, but as the sunlight fades into a deep, bruised purple outside the glass walls, he seems to settle. The tension that had defined him since you arrived has largely evaporated, replaced by a quiet, fragile peace. Rohali holds his hand the entire time, as if anchoring him to the present.
Eventually, the warmth of the solarium begins to cool, and the need for rest settles over you.
"Tomorrow," Rohali says, her voice soft but firm, "we shall have a proper family breakfast. No politics, I just want to have a nice meal." Lucien gives your shoulder a squeeze, his expression more centered than you've seen it in years. As you lead him back toward your quarters, you catch a glimpse of Eris standing in the shadows of the corridor, watching you both with that same unreadable, sharp curiosity. He doesn't say a word, but the look he gives you is a reminder that while the solarium was a sanctuary, the rest of the palace is still a den of vipers.
You reach your room and close the door, the silence of the west wing finally enveloping you. The silence of the room is heavy, the air still smelling of the solarium's lilies and the lingering scent of damp earth from the halls. It's not an entirely unpleasant smell and you find it strangely calming. You lean against the closed door for a moment, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. The day has been a whirlwind of emotional extremes. from Eris's sharp tongue to the raw, weeping reunion between your uncle and his mother.
As you move toward the bathroom to change into your pajamas, the gold-threaded curtains flutter in a sudden, cool breeze flowing into the room. You know that the Autumn court wasn't considered a safe court but the manor definitely made you feel as such.
You sink into the plush mattress 20 minutes later, the silence of the Autumn Court settling around you like a velvet shroud. You feel your uncle settle to sit on his side of the book wanting to read for a while before bed. You close your eyes and let your mind drift, searching for that familiar, velvet-dark frequency that belongs to your father. You don't push hard; you just leave a door open, a gentle invitation across the distance between the Autumn Court and Velaris.
'Hey, Daddy. It's going well so far. Rohali and uncle seem to be good now. Eris doesn't seem evil, not like how you said his father was, but he just seems like a bitch. He didn't tell his mother that Lucien was alive for all these years he's known!' For a heartbeat, there's only the silence of the room. Then, a ripple of amusement washes over your consciousness, a warm, golden thrum of laughter that feels like a physical embrace.
You can almost see the smirk on his face, the way he's probably leaning back in his chair in the House of Wind, probably with a book and your mother curled into him. You smile at the thought.
'I do hope you're minding your manners. I'm sure it's hard enough for Lucien, without you speaking so bluntly.' Rhysand's voice echoes in your mind, sounding far too smug. 'Though I'm glad you I inherited my eye for character. I told you he was arrogant, Starlight. I'm not sure why you sound so surprised. Eris views information like currency, if he didn't feel it was necessary to tell her, he wouldn't have.'
A wave of paternal affection pushes through the link, a lingering warmth that makes your eyelids feel heavy.
'I'm glad Lucien and his mother are doing well now though.' he adds, his tone softening into something more sincere. 'Your uncle needed that. I only ask you don't let Eris bait you into a war you aren't ready to fight yet.'
'How did you know that he was..' You don't need to finish the thought before you hear your father's deep chuckle vibrate through your mind.
'Because I know Eris. Thats just how he is and i also know that your incapable of holding yout tongue.' He says, a fondness in his tone showing that even if he dosnt agree with your constant bluntness, he dosnt fault you for it. 'Get some sleep, Starlight. Your mother and i love you, I'll check in tomorrow.'
"Good night, daddy' , you send back, the thought trailing off like a fading spark. Lucien reaches over as he reads seeming to note that your on the verge of sleep and sofly pats yiur back like he uses to when putting you down for naps as a child. You let out a soft sigh and yawn, the darkness of the room and the sound of the fireplace cracking pulling you under. the scent of lilies and autumn air lingering as you drift into a deep sleep.
1 year after Eris successfully overthrow his father, Rhysand sends Lucien & his daughter to scout the autumn court seeing as Eris has asked for an alliance. Unfortunately a mating bond seems to complicate everything further..
Requested: no
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Series Warnings: smut of all sorts, no many smuts to name, angst, talks of Beron, minor character death, talks of abuse, talks of assault, Eris is an asshole, just kidding its fake, Eris is daddy, talks of animal cruelty, insecurities, and much more, let me know if I missed somthing.
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Author's note: ok so to give credit to the wonderful @acourtofwhatthefuck, I got the idea of the story revolving around a festival in the autumn court from one of her series but the rest of the story is mine.
Author's note 2: ok so if it isnt obvious in this fic eris is probably on of my favorite acotar men, sue me... but also IM BACK! Again! Ok so i know ive said that lik 1,200 times and never actually posted anything but hey I had some life stuff happen that screwed me over a bit. I actually have most of this written as of now so hopfully that head start helps me keep this one going.
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Now I know he'll never leave me. Even as he fades from view. He will still inspire me. Be a part of everything I do. Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door. I'll fool myself, he'll walk right in, and be with me for evermore
Word count: 8.9H
Requested: yes, but I lost the ask so if you requested this, let me know and I'll tag you!
Warnings: not much, soft angst, fluff if you squint
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Authors note: this one was short but sweet. I think it came out really good. Part of me wants to do a part two but Im not totally sure. Anyways, as always I hope you enjoy lovelies!
I was the one who had it all.
The manor, vast and sun-drenched, once felt like a kingdom. Gilded halls, endless libraries, paintings of places you’d never seen. A garden you were only allowed to walk in when watched.
A life sculpted like marble—flawless on the surface, cold beneath. You had read every book a thousand times over, found every pathway and hidden room in the manor. After 20 years, there was nothing new to find or read, only your routines left to keep you busy.
Your father’s voice had always sounded like fate. Unquestionable. Immutable. He just wanted to protect you. People outside, from other courts and your own, were cruel and dangerous. It wasn't his fault. You were all your father had left in his solitude. And you had accepted that.
I was the master of my fate.
Gods, how foolish you had been. The balcony was your sanctuary now. The only place where the sky didn’t feel so far away. You stood barefoot on the stone, your silk nightdress brushing your ankles as a breeze kissed your skin.
The stars shimmered above like distant cities, full of people who didn’t know your name. Who didn’t even know you existed. No one did; you were Prythian's best-kept secret.
You wrapped your arms around yourself. You'd spent your whole life learning to be alone. To silence the ache when you heard laughter from beyond the walls. To pretend you didn’t hear the locks click into place. To believe that love could look like confinement—like safety wrapped in barbed wire.
I never needed anybody in my life, I learned the truth too late...
You had never needed anyone but your father, and even then, he was so distant it was as if you lived with a ghost. But you did now...
Now you needed the one person who’d seen... her... not as the High Lord’s daughter, not as a precious, porcelain doll trapped in a cage, but a person. A girl with life yet to be lived in her veins and kindness in her eyes.
I'll never shake away the pain. I close my eyes, but he's still there.
He was gone now. The boy who changed everything. You didn't know how he was hurt; he just fell from the sky to your balcony, bruised and bleeding, weeks ago. You had broken the first rule your father set for you that night. You opened the door and dragged him inside. You had helped heal him and hid him from your father for days until he was well enough to fly to wherever home was, carrying pieces of your heart in his wake. You hadn’t dared to say his name aloud. Not even here, not even under the veil of starlight.
I let him steal into my melancholy heart. It's more than I can bear.
Nyx.
It lingered in your chest like an ember. Just his name. Enough to make the air feel warmer… and crueler. He had become your only friend in just a few hours and so much more in the next days. He stole your heart with a swiftness you didn't know was possible.
Now I know he'll never leave me, Even as he runs away. He will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, Move me, come what may.
You tilted your head back, eyes tracing the constellations like runes you could never decipher. Somewhere beyond those stars, he was breathing. Alive. Free. Those violet eyes burned in your mind at night and his scent still lingered on the blanket you wrapped around his battered body. Your mind couldn't let him leave as easily as you did.
Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door.
And you were still here. Still behind the garden walls. Still the obedient daughter. Still waiting for a life you’d only glimpsed in dreams, and in the arms of a boy who should have never found you in the first place.
“I thought I was strong,” you whispered to the stars.
“I thought I didn’t need anyone. I thought I understood the world.” A tear slipped down your cheek. “But I was wrong.”
The silence didn’t answer. The stars didn’t shift. And yet… something in you felt changed. As if the moment he entered your life even for the briefest of moments, a clock had begun ticking. As if every breath you took now was leading toward something else.
I'll fool myself, he'll walk right in, And be with me forevermore.
Maybe he would come back. Come to see you, rescue you, stay with you. It all sounded so selfish and yet you wished you could feel his warmth at your side every night and hear his voice smooth your nerves at every turn. That dream ate at your sleep night after night, only to fade to disappointment when you woke.
You decided one morning after that familiar disappointment that you needed to see him again. You needed to change. All your life had been was sitting in your manor, eating, sleeping, reading the same texts over and over and over again, it wasnt living, it was only existing and it wasnt enough for you anymore. You didn’t know when. You didn’t know how. But you could feel it. The winds of change were stirring. And you would never be the same again.
Ok so ik ive been gone for MONTHES, and i thank yall for all your requests but I just moved, I was practically homeless for about 6 months h especially and I just moved back in with my parents so I can finally get back into the writing swing of writing again!!! In any case im going to try and continue the shadows and snow angels series but im also going to try and do a which way type of fic but ive unsure who to put it for so here's a poll. Again I know ive been gone for a bit but its been rough, anyway its good to be back!
ok pick the next love interest! im gonna be pretty broad for different fandoms and then once we pick a Fandom we can pick the character.
So im not entirely sure which request was yourself since you are anonymous but im assuming its the so'lek x reader request and yes I did. Im trying to get out a couple others rn but I'll start on this one next. If this wasn't yours your more than welcome to message me privately if you to request again cuz sometimes for whatever reason it won't go through.
Please if your requesting a fic I understand wanting to be anonymous but please at least ass the character or general fandom you want because I write for a few different ones and some specific tropes over lap. So I'm going to be putting some fics out here soon and if you requested it and its from the wrong fandom it's just because you didn't as an identifier of any kind.
So this is the first of the NSFW Alphabets for the boys. At a certain point I'll do a SFW version so keep an eye out for that.
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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
If it's just a fling I think he would still clean you up and stay the night but I think that would be about it.
If you both are already in a relationship or if HE decides that he wants a relationship he would be so sweet it would border in love bombing. It's not though cuz Sylus is perfect. He would offer you a bath, get you water, cuddle you and massage your lower back. I don't think he's leave you to get you breakfast but once you wake he would carry you to the kitchen and cook for you then.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Sylus's favorite part of his body would probably be his chest or his abs.
1. He likes his abs because you like them, end of story.
2. He likes his chest because you sleep on it, kiss it, an just in general replace the memories of what happened in your past life.
His favorite body part on you is probably your hips. Double points for hip dips. He has much less 'wholesome' reason for loving that part of your body. Of course he loves laying his head on your lap, or holding your hips while out but the amount of hickeys and bite marks that cover your hips and thighs showed his other motives.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I don't think he likes to cum on you cuz I personally think he has more than most and let's be real he's too fancy to make the mess. So usually tends to cum inside. Now if you happen to let him cum down your throat he would probably die and go to heaven, or wherever the hell dragons go. Just the feeling of your throat closing around his tip as you swallowed made him hard and heavy all over again.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's very open with just about everything when it comes to you but one thing that even he is hesitant to telling you is the fact that hes had a very specific fantasy since he met you. I'll set the scene.
Imagine you come home from a hard day of fighting wanderers to a completely empty home. Upstairs you find Sylus laying on the bed waiting for you, naked of course, with a brand new dildos next to him. But surprise, it's not for you. No no, tonight your fucking him up the ass. End of scene. (I could be persuaded to write a fic about this but we will see)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
The man is sex appeal on legs, he's had more experience than anyone should ever logically need to be frank. His body count is probably as high as his body count if you catch my drift. Not to say he's a hoe, but you know, he had to learn somewhere.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
The hook position for sure. He can pin you down, still be able to kiss you and sink balls deep all at once. I also come bearing a 'gif't. If y'all get me banned for this then I'll quit so behave! https://images.app.goo.gl/H5zaL6LcrcunEwMZ7
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's goofy in the sense that he will tease you and he might make a joke if you fart or something but for the most part he is very focused on make you lose your fucking mind.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
They do match the drapes. White, and neatly trimmed. I do think that he actually has a bit of hair that goes down the top of his shaft but just a little bit. This man is literally the most well groomed man in the game, there is no way he doesn't help himself trimmed. Maybe if you ask nicely he'll add it as a personal spa day activity...
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sylus is always romantic to an extent but it really just depends on the occasion. If you are just having a quicky he will be romantic with his words but that's about it.
If it's date night, he would rent you both a nice hotel, rose petals, champagne, the whole nine yards. Again he's a romantic person in general so it kinda comes natural.
Now if it you anniversary he would put everything he has to up his game. Now shockingly I don't think he would rent a place. I think he would clear the manor and leave you a trail to the bed room in petals. He would actually be much more emotionally romantic than normal. He would be slow and sweet and if he's not careful might actually cry from how grateful he is to have you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I don't think he jacks off that much now that he has you but he will if your either gone or tired. Or if you are on a mission he will tell you call you and Jerk off while listening to you talk about what fast food you had for dinner. He just needs to hear your voice no matter what your saying. You would most likely be a little confused when you here him stop responding but after a moment he reassures you that he's still there. Just don't ask why he's out of breath or he might just have to hop on a plane to get to you early.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Ok if I were to give an explanation for all his kinks we would be here forever so imma just give you a list. If you want me to elaborate on any later please let me know.
Breath play Breeding Somno Anal Biting Gun play Public sex Bondage Knife play Dom/Sub Evol play?
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Everywhere. Just everywhere. If you decide to tease him in a public setting that's not his fault that your getting fingered under the table. It's not his fault that your getting fucked senseless in the closet hallway. If your anywhere in the manor though the he will just bend you over the closest piece of furniture, staff be damned. They learned real quick to listen and look at the floor when they enter rooms.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
I think we all know by now that this man is always half hard so I don't think it takes much to actually get him going. Usually biting him or kissing him will hit you on your back but if you really wanna rile him up, pull the dominant card. He will play along for a bit cuz you acting all sexy and in control makes him painfully hard and he fucking loves it. Just don't forget who's actually in charge.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Sylus would never share you. You are his kitten and he would rather you kill him again then ever let another person touch you. He wouldn't care if someone walked in on you both as I previously mentioned but if someone tried to actually join he would probably shoot them, and I mean that literally.
0 = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Listen, Sylus is a munch, don't get me wrong. He's great at eating his kitten and he would never turn down a chance to taste you... But, he's a sucker for you swallowing his cock in your pretty mouth. He would hold your your chin and guide you into him again and again until he a groaning mess. His hips would jolt wanting to fuck your mouth but not wanting to hurt you. He never lasts long in your mouth and cums with a growl in record time. You better believe he's not even near done with you once you decided to swallow his cum, your in for a long night.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sylus isn't usually very fast paced but he can be rough. Not in a bad way but he will fuck you hard and usually leaves you with a couple fresh bruises from how hard he holds on your hips. He doesn't fuck you fast unless he jealous or drunk.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
For Sylus quickies are like vines, still enjoyable but their just over so quick. He likes to take his time with you. If he had his way he's have you impailed on his cock for hours. Of course he would never turn down a chance to touch you considering how long it took for you to even feel comfortable in the same room with him, but he will always prefer to not be rushed.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He would most likely be down for anything you were up for as long as it doesn't involve hurting you in any way. He'd be fine with even using an (unloaded) gun or a knife if you really wanted it but again he would NEVER agree to engaging in any lasting pain play. Also like I said he would never let anyone else touch you. Your his kitten and his woman and there is no one in the world that he would trust you with other than himself and even then he had his doubts at times.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Contrary to popular beliefs I think Sylus would only last about 2 rounds but only because he edges the bottom the of you so much that by the time he gets to round 2 it's been 4 hours and he's spent. Granted if your still wound up he would eat you out or use a toy on you until your satisfied but I genuinely don't think his poor dick could have more than 2 rounds.
I think he has a fair amount for both you and him. Not like a Christian grey type of stash but he has a chest that lives under your bed. He has multiple different dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds, plugs etc. for you and has a strap on dildo a vibrating cock ring and a butt plug specifically for him. No cross contamination because health reason obviously.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
It really depends on your preferences because if your cool with it he will edge you to the point that your eyes are rolled back and your babbling nonsense. If your not he won't tease you while your having sex but he will tease you just during the day. Whether your at a restaurant and he whispers dirty nothings in your ears or he's just being a little shit in general to annoy you. He will find a way tease you no matter what.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Canonically Sylus it a growler, and I do agree but I also think he can be very loud by moaning. That is reserved tho to when you blow him Because it just makes him feral. He definitely talks you through it and I just don't think there's any chance that he could even try to be quiet. You just make him feel so good, he just can't help himself.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
So we know that sylus is a undercover switch, I think he would really get off to you being controlling with him too. I don't think it really matters whether it's sexual or nonsexual dominance, if your taking control he would probably be painfully hard. Also if someone is either flirting or being mean to him. If you act protective or possessive he would probably cum on the spot.
Sylus is about 7 inches soft but he grows to 9 inches once he gets his hands on you. Yeah he might be human now but he's still a fucking dragon.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
How high can ones sex drive be, I think is a better question. Lets be real, Sylus is a master of control. Because of this he can turn it on REAL quick. He always wants you but even if for whatever reason he wasn't in the mood, try kissing his neck, it's not that hard to get him going.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
That really depends on what your schedule is. Sylus is literally nocturnal so if you have a schedule like a normal person he would stay up to give you that dick to start off your morning but I think he would pass out pretty quick after cuz when he fucks he fucks hard and for a while. It's his bedtime, just spend a few minutes and let him snuggle you and he'll be out like a light.
Now on the other hand if your also a night owl then he would definitely be up for a while. He would most likely let you cling to him and just do work on his laptop while you nap. He wouldn't leave you though, even if you are out for hours, even if his ass goes numb, he's gonna stay with you until you wake up.
Thank you so much for reading, it means so much to leave a like and if your feeling generous maybe a comment! Again I know I've been gone for a couple months but I am back down that life has decided to stop shitting on me for a bit. I hope you enjoyed this work and I hope to get y'all some more soon!
