Falling For You (eris X You)

Falling For You (eris x you)

Eris Week 2024- day one: bonds

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You hum a soft tune as you and Lucien head towards the busy town market. The two of you were roommates and had run out of... well basically everything needed to live. Neither of you had gone shopping in 4 weeks all because of a stupid fight in which you both believed you were in the right. You'd only made up because you'd both agreed food and wine were necessary to enjoy a good life.

As you approached the first stall selling fresh fruit, someone running at full speed smacked straight into your side. This, of course caused you to fall and collide into Lucien who, despite his many muscles, also fell and collided into the fae near him.

A whole chain reaction of people tripping and stumbling occurred and half of the market turned into disarray. All because of a stupid running fae that-

You froze. The person that had caused this was... downright beautiful. His eyes were a lovely shade of amber and his hair a fiery red. There was a splatter of freckles over his nose and cheeks that left you reeling.

You felt Lucien stiffen on the ground under you and you suddenly realized you were lying on top of him. You cringe and make a move to get up when a hand extends into your vision. "Let me," the strangers smooth, silky voice cuts through the air.

You reject his hand, getting up on your own. Lucien stands up so fast, you swear he gets whiplash. He glares at the male.

"Eris. What brings you here?"

"Oh Lucienn, it's so nice to see you again, little brother, just the person I was searching for actually."

You blink, Eris? As in Eris Vanserra? Like the recently appointed High Lord, Eris Vanserra? You panic, having just rejected your high lord's hand offer, you quickly move to sink into a bow when your best friend's hand lands on your shoulder.

"Don't. He's not worth your loyalty." You've never heard your friend's voice this cold.

"Ouch, that hurts lil bro," Eris mock pouts, putting a hand on his perfectly sculpted chest.

"Lucie?" You look up at the scar on Lucien's face, suddenly afraid to meet his eyes. He's looking at Eris, mouth set in a line, heat radiating.

"Who's this lovely lady?" Eris drawls, "Where have you been hiding her all this time?"

"She is off limits." Lucien glowers.

You frown, glancing at your friend before going to address Eris. But the moment you meet his eyes your world tilts, a sudden bright light making you gasp. A loud, clear snap cutting through the world as you know it.

Eris is your mate.

Eris is your mate.

Eris is your mate.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" Lucien's concerned face slides into your vision and you realize you've fallen so you're leaning against him. The rest of the crowded market has went back to their previous business. Everything is back to normal. Except....

"Get your hands off my mate." Eris's low growl reverberates through the space, causing many people to turn and frown at him before realizing he's the High Lord and turning back as if nothing happened.

Lucien pale ten shades. "What did you say?"

"She's my mate."

You grunt, body instinctively leaping forward upon hearing Eris's voice. Cursing the Cauldron and the Mother and every old god you can think of you clutch your chest with one hand and Luciens sturdy bicep with another.

You glance up at Eris only to see him watching your hand grip Lucien's arm. You quickly let go, stepping in front of Lucien.

"Do not hurt him."

Eris gawks at you, offended. "You find out I'm your mate and the first thing you ask is for me not to hurt my own brother?"

You glare. "There is no way my kind, caring friend is your egotistic asses brother."

Eris's mouth opens in pure shock.

A slightly choked laugh comes from behind you, "You would not have called me kind and caring twenty minutes ago when you were throwing a pillow at my face telling me to do the shopping because I'm a 'egotistical fae brute.'"

You groan and take a playful swing at Lucien. "Ok fine, maybe you are brothers. But... Luc, what do I do about the mating bond?"

Lucien shrugs, "It's your choice."

Eris smirks at you. "That, my brother is right about. I won't force you into anything... unless you want to be forced of course."

You raise your brows at him and he puts his hands up as if to say, don't kill me, I'm just stating facts.

You sigh, shaking your head, barely suppressing a smile.

A sudden wave of emotion comes down the new bond in your chest. Joy, relief, fear and a pinch of desperation.

You blink at the male in front of you, dressed head to toe in fancy clothes, eyes sparkling, hair flaming and face smiling.

You think you can make this work. Maybe you were wrong to curse the cauldron earlier. Maybe it was right. Because this male in front of you sure does seem just right.

"Ugh stop..." Lucien's voice cuts through your thoughts. "You two are already so lovey dovey I can see it in your eyes. It's gonna make me hurl."

You and Eris both shoot him an identical glower.

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Oh could I please request something for nozel, Fuego and William where they kiss their s/o and they don't notice the lipstick smudge on their lips or cheek and go around doing their captain duties with it but everyone is too scared to point it out until someone does and they just burst into embarrassment??? So cute so cute

(I tried my best! Srry if spelling mistakes)

Captain reaction to you leave a lip stick mark on their face

WILLIAM

You two always start your day with a kiss before you two leave for work, and a kiss when you get back home. But today you put on your brightest red lipstick. And when you kiss your significant other you just so happed to leave a perfect mark of the print your lips left.

* You felt bad you weren’t gonna lie

* You knew what you had done but you didn’t feel bad. You were so tickled the whole day just thinking about it.

* Wondering how he will react

* Wondering how the people around him will react. You knew he would find out eventually

* Everyone was laughing at him or trying to hold in their laughter.

* He face turning more red with embarrassment the more he stares he gets

* William was already self conscious about his looks.

* He didn’t know why people were laughing at him

* I mean half of his face was covered already (unless were talking abt when it’s not)

* He walks through the hallway of the base making his way to the lunch hall.

* “I’m captain”

* “What is it Yuno” William asked innocently

* “I guess you and y/n had fun the morning?”

* If you think his face was red before it was now beet red.

* “What… why would you say that” he manages to get out but he stumbles on his words.

* Yuno takes out a pocket mirror out his bag and hands it to his captain

* All the color drained from his face.

* Let’s just say you got a phone call from him immediately afterwards with him softly yelling at you.

FUEGOLEON

You had to go on a mission with some of the squad members. But before you go you would never forget to give your favorite person the best kiss that would stay with them forever(well for a while)

* You and fuego have the ongoing prank wars

* You and he both knew they you’d be going on a mission for the next week

* So the both of you wanted to see who could pull of the best prank before you leave

* His prank ended up failing. But yours won’t.

* You went out to the store the day before and brought this bubble gum pink lipstick.

* You were being thoughtful you thought it would go well with the color of his hair

* And boy were you right.

* “Bye love see you later”

* You run out the the shared room before any ideas of his were formed

* You knew he had something up his sleeve but that would have to wait till you get back.

* Fuego had agree to train with his siblings the following day.

* “Um…. Big bro” Leo said

* “Are you tired of sparing Leo”

* “Um no” eyeing his face trying to hold in his laugh “you have um”

* Mereoleona burst on to the training groups running 15 minutes late.

* She runs on to the field but stops right in her tracks.

* And then she just burst out laughing uncontrollably

* “What the hell is on your face”

* “He touches his face rubbing the waxy like texture off and looking at it.

* He sighs in embarrassment.

* “Their going to be the death of me”

NOZEL

You don’t normally joke around with your boyfriend. But how can you not when he’s so cute when he’s mad? And you knew just the perfect thing to do and when to do it.

* Nozel had a captains meeting today

* You knew this was risky but you’d never waste an opportunity like this.

* You had just brought this new cherry red lipstick.

* And you knew exactly how you wanted to set this plan into action.

* Nozel had to leave soon to go to a captains meeting.

* And right before he left you didn’t forget to give him a big kiss on his forehead

* Walking into the captains meeting Nozel already was dreading it.

* He would much rather be at home with you.

* He didn’t want to be around these loud people (yami) for the next hour or two.

* He didn’t notice the stares at first.

* He looks over at dorthey to see her wide awake smirking at him (I just know she had to be awake for this)

* Turning to his right to Charlotte she’s staring at him with a blush lightly dusted on his cheeks but she quickly turns away when he narrowed his eyes to glare

* “When can we start this meeting I have better thing to do” Nozel said rolling his eyes

* “Yeah we can tell” yami said walking through the spatial mages portal

* Everyone at the table burst out laughing

* “What the hell is so funny”

* Yami reaches over and swipes the lipstick off of Nozels forehead “this is what’s funny”

* You definitely got a sten talking when he got home

* (He pretended to be mad and you guys cuddled all night long he’d never admit it)

Burning Love

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Pairing: Eris x Fem!Reader (Mor’s sister)

Summary: When Eris isn’t around to keep her protected, the reader is surrounded by predators.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence (not inflicted by Eris) | Cursing | slight angst | fluff at the end :)

2.7k words.

Eris had left begrudgingly this morning for a patrol mission on the edge of the Autumn Court's border. He hadn't wanted to leave my grasp, and he most definitely hated every step closer he took towards the door after looking back to see me peacefully asleep in his bed, nude and desirable beneath his sheets that were screaming his name to come back, while I happily returned to the depths of sleep.

So it had been my surprise when he still hadn't returned home by supper. The fact put me on edge. The continent was still plagued with monsters and beasts from the high queen's reign, her imprint on Prythian was like roots that rot the second they meet the air. I was terrified something had happened to Eris during his travels, it was only supposed to be a simple mission, so why wasn't he back?

Dinner was eaten in silence. I hated the way the Vanserra brothers looked at me when Eris wasn't around. Blatant staring the way a scientist might observe a mutant creature, all of it is utterly dehumanizing.

I fist my skirts beneath the table, staring down at my unfinished plate. It was hard to have an appetite while being watched by foxes, waiting to pounce at any vulnerability I showed. It wasn't until a few of the others left that I felt comfortable with excusing myself. Their chairs creaked under their weight and scraped at the beautiful wooden floors as they stood, lazily bowing to their father before leaving the dining hall.

"Apologies, my lord," I stand as well. "Would it be alright if I retreated to my bedroom, I didn't sleep well last night and I'm quite tired," I explain. The high lord of autumn just looks up at me, his wine glass halfway to his mouth, as if debating on taking a drink or not. He doesn't reply for a long stretch of silence, seems like my question too, needed debating. I mistakenly look to Kyden, one of Eris' crueler brothers and he only smirks up at me. I avert my gaze immediately and look back to Beron.

"I suppose, see to it that you don't grow weary tomorrow night," He drawls and I curtsy in a low, respectful dip, silently gritting my teeth at the action. "Of course my lord, good evening," I give a nod to the Lady of Autumn and she diminutively returns it.

I gather my skirts in my hands and leave the dining hall with a small frown, hoping Eris would return before sleep found me first. I was halfway to my room when I heard my name called in a playful, bloodcurdling voice that I wished I hadn't recognized.

"Lord Kyden," I turn to the second eldest Vanserra, giving him a small bow, not nearly as polite as the one I gave his father.

"Going to bed already?" He paces closer, his hands in his pockets casually as he stares at me with acidic yellow eyes. I simply nod. "Why don't you go help my mother with the dishes instead?" He suggests and my brows crease in confusion.

"Excuse me?" I babble out, the suggestion so outlandish it took me by surprise.

"I think you could learn a thing or two about how a woman should act since you feel so inclined to hide in your bedroom," He surmises and I nearly scoff, who the hel possessed him to say such a thing?

"I'd be welcome to wash my own dishes but— with all due respect, it's not my job to clean up after you—" I start to explain but he puts his hand up, making me clamp my mouth shut.

"Oh gods, don't tell me you're just like your whore of a sister," He rubbed his eyes like the thought was making his head ache. My brows form a straight line, my anger evident in my features.

"Morrigan has nothing to do with this," I say and he reaches forward, grabbing my wrist in his hold before I can swerve. "Get your hands off of me," I attempted to pull from his hold but his grip was iron.

"Oh c'mon doll-face, you know I was just joking don't you?" He smiled down at me, his holding my wrist left our proximity to be much closer, so much so that I could still smell the dinner on his breath. I grimaced at the smell.

"Let me go." I keep my ground, glaring up at him with hardened eyes, the most threatening prey could look to a predator.

"Are your feelings hurt? Is that it?" He hums and I pull at my wrist but his grip doesn't loosen. "Why don't we go to my room and you can let me apologize appropriately, hm?" He smirks at the idea and I scowl up at him, attempting to twist my wrist from his fist.

"I'm betrothed to your brother," I grit out.

"And?" He tilts his head as if he wasn't just degrading Morrigan for sleeping with a male when she was already promised to someone else. "Don't be a prude doll," He said, his voice dropping lower. Was that the scale in his head? If I don't sleep with him I'm a prude, but if I do I'm a whore? What kind of power system was he raised on if Eris turned out the exact opposite? "Let me show you how a real man treats his women." His hand comes up to my cheek and I jerk away from the all too comfortable touch.

"You'll never be half the man Eris is," I retort and the sadistic fuck smiles, like he needed a reason to hate me and he finally got one. His hold on my wrist didn't tighten, but it did begin to, burn.

I hissed at the pain, pulling at my wrist but the pain only doubled over, my skin now being scorched beneath his touch. "Stop it," I seethe, staring at him in pure warning. "Beg me," He demands and I swallow thickly, staring at him for a moment but the searing at my raw skin spikes, and my breath hitched. "Let me go," I spit, writhing my arm from his grip but it was no use. "You heard me, beg." The word made me physically sick.

But the pain was immense and I feared he'd char me down to the bone until I gave in. An abandoning feeling gutted me open as I whispered a soft, "Please?" My request barely reached my own ears.

"Can't quite hear you?" He leans closer, putting his ear towards me, and while he wasn't looking I swung my leg up and thrust the heel of my shoe straight into his groin. He exclaims in pain, releasing my wrist. I didn't have time to watch him buckle to the floor, instead, I spun on my shoe and sprinted as fast as I could back to my room. "Fuckin' bitch," Is all I manage to hear from the male before I hastily turn the corner of the large house. I got a few odd looks from maids walking the halls with concerned expressions on their faces. I cradled my wrist as I sped to a stop in front of Eris' bedroom doors, two of his guards on either side of the archway.

I knew these guards, Eris trusted them, even liked them a little more than the others. They both looked at me with their brows bunched, noticing my wrist was growing increasingly red.

"Can you two—" I pant out, tired from both my lack of sleep and sprinting in heels. "Can you two keep everyone out of this room?" I say through breaths with pleading eyes. They look at each other with unreadable expressions, then back to me. "Of course my lady," The one on the right says while the left one opens the door for me.

"Thank you, gods, thank you," I sigh gratefully but they only nod as I enter the room, and shut the door behind me.

I release a breath of relief. The last of the sunset seeped through the sheer curtains and I debated for a moment on sliding onto the floor and giving into sleep right then and there but my wrist was throbbing like a heartbeat, already blistering with an angry red. I wince when I look down at it, blinking away tears. I didn't want to shed any for Kyden, he wasn't worth it even if the pain was consuming my entire body, feeding up my arm and swelling in my chest.

I groan, pushing off the door and willing my legs to march towards the bathing chamber, shucking my heels off in the process. I leaned against the bathroom counter as I ran the water. I knew how to treat a burn. I've lived in a house full of temperamental fire-wielding males since I was eighteen, this wasn't foreign to me. But the damned pain never got any easier.

I ran the water and forced myself to place my wrist beneath the water. The searing doubled over and a scream beckoned at the back of my teeth but I didn't let it slip. I waited through the agony, waited, and waited for what felt like an eternity until the pain eventually seceded. Tears were forming in the wells of my eyes as I began patting the wound dry after cleaning it.

I opened the cabinets to the right of me in search of gauze or some kind of wrap to loosely protect the blisters from any infections.

The door to the bedroom opened and I froze, stopping my rummaging and silently pressing myself against the bathroom door, barricading it just in case the guards hadn't stayed true to their word and let Kyden enter anyway, he was a lord after all.

A soft knock makes me tear from the door. "Love?" A familiar voice calls. "You in there?" Eris says through the wood of the door and I buckle as the weight of dread slips from my shoulders and suddenly I can't hold in my tears anymore. Unsolicited sobs pass through my throat and I lean onto the counter for support, praying my body doesn't betray me more than it already has, which would result me on the floor.

"I'm coming in, alright?" He says and I can't bring myself to reply as the door slowly creaks open.

I look up at him, cradling my injured wrist. He looks at the wound, then looks to me with an obscene amount of grief bunched between his brows. "Oh, my love," His hands come up to my jaw, his thumbs rubbing at my cheeks and wiping at my tears. The contrast between his touch compared to his brothers made me shiver, I hadn't realized how soft he was with me until now and it only made my tears come faster.

"What happened?" He stepped closer, guiding my head up to look at him but I could only continue crying, unable to voice how grateful I was for his love. "I— I can't," I weep, unable to get my emotions under control as my sobs slowly morph into hyperventilation.

"Hey, hey, you're okay," He guides me back, reaching down ever so slowly and hoisting me up onto the counter. "I'm here, you're safe alright?" He brushes my hair from my face and I sniffle, nodding. I let his words sink in and he stared at me with only devotion in his eyes, patiently waiting as I got my breathing under control.

"You alright?" He whispers and I nod, wiping my tears with the back of my hand in a slightly defeated movement. "Do you think you can tell me what happened? The guards said you were, distressed," He muttered, his voice just above a whisper.

I tell him what happened from the beginning, attempting to add every detail to the best of my capabilities since my heart rate hadn't fully calmed quite yet.

"Can I see?" His hands were slow and gentle as he cupped them over my clutched ones.

"Mhm." I remove my hand from around my wrist and place it in his outstretched hands, my brows furrowing as he examined it with hardened eyes, blood lust oozing off of him.

"Kyden did this?" He asked as if his brother wasn't powerful enough to even come close to emitting a spark. I nod. "I'm going to kill him," He promised lowly and I couldn't help but smile at the declaration, a soft giggle bubbling in my chest and slipping past my lips.

He looks up from my wound to my soft smile. "There's my girl," He whispered like his words were for only him to hear. "Let's get this wrapped up, yeah?" He tilts his head and I nod with another sniffle.

He goes to the cabinet I had been searching in and immediately finds a roll of gauze, then grabs a tub of ointment that would hydrate the affected skin.

We stay silent as he gently tends to my burn, loosely swathing the wrap before clasping it with a metal pin.

As soon as he was done, his touch remained light as he opened my hand and placed a loving kiss on my palm, looking at me with sheer devotion and I swore I fell for him all over again. "Why don't we get ready for bed?" He says casually, acting like my world didn't revolve entirely around him. I unconsciously nod but my feet aren't quite ready to meet the ground and I nearly go down. He chuckled. "I thought your wrist was hurt, not your legs?" He teases and I look up at him with a stubborn pout. "Alright, lean on me, I'll carry you." He opens his arms, welcoming me into them as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his torso on instinct and my arms rounding the nape of his neck.

He carries me out of the bathing chamber and places me down onto the silk bedsheets, leaving my side for only a moment to change into something more comfortable for himself and grab a nightgown for me.

He returned to my side, undoing the corset of my dress and allowing me to impatiently thrash off my layered skirts until I was left mostly nude, save for my underwear. He slipped my softest nightgown over my head, I fed my arms through it, feeling like a child under his nurturing hand.

"Thank you, Eris," I murmur, looking up at him with only kindness and he matches the expression. "Yeah, whatever, just get in bed," He says with a blush creeping over his cheeks while gesturing me back into the pillows. I smile as I follow his embarrassed request.

He places himself beside me, leaning back against the headboard as I stare up at him. "I'm sorry I wasn't there my sweet," He runs a hand through my hair. "It's okay," I utter and he shakes his head. "It's not, I won't leave you again— you can come with me on my mission next time okay?" He says, a slightly stern tone to his voice.

"Okay." I nod.

"C'mere, come sit in my lap," He runs a hand through my hair once more before I sit up and place myself between his legs, leaning against his chest as he props his head up atop mine. The tears had stopped by now, and the throbbing in my wrist was replaced with the tune of Eris' heartbeat, my ear pressed to his chest, the steady sound comforting me.

"Tell me about your mission," I rasp, hoping he'd drone on about everything he did today, his voice has always guided me into sleep.

And he did just that, his fingers toying with the ends of my hair, his touch remaining delicate until sleep enveloped me with welcome arms, his voice slowly coming to a stop once he realized I had dozed off. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, 'Ris," I murmur, unable to even form my words around his entire name before sleep stole me.

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Worried Mates

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Pairing: Poly!Bat Boys x Valkyrie!Reader

Summary: Reader gets badly injured and her three mates fuss over her.

Warnings: Light gore | canon-typical violence | injury | hurt/comfort | fluff | angst | happy ending

A.Note: This takes place during the war between humans and fae 500 years before the events of ACoTaR, Reader is a Valkyrie Commander.

2.1k words

"Gods—" I grunt, gripping my aching side. The war between mortals and fae was raging, and it seemed that it wouldn't be stopping any time soon.

When my half-sister, Miryam, had told me that she planned on fleeing with Prince Drakon once the war was over I thought she must've been insane. I only wanted joy for my sister of course, but it was foolish of her to think the two of them could have their happy ending after helping initiate this war.

But now, bleeding out and surrounded by enemies I was starting to understand the appeal of leaving everyone behind and escaping with my mates. I was at death's doorstep, too tired to even lift my sword, and I wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of the males I loved most.

I watched all my companions die off, my friends, Valkyrie's far better than me dying before me. It wasn't right.

I was the commander of the Valkyrie units, and now they're gone. Commander of no one because I failed them all by leading them into a war I knew we couldn't win.

An armed fae charged towards me, his sword held high as he screamed like a madman.

I tightened my grip on my shield and used his momentum against him, his sword clanging hard to the Illyrian steel of my shield as I pushed it back into him. He tumbled to the ground under the weight of it and with the sharp point of my shield I thrusted it straight into his chest. He fell limp.

A battle cry sounded from behind me and I groaned, every inch of my body protesting any further movement. I unsheathed my heavy sword while turning around to face a hulking male, lifting it up in challenge.

He swings first, his scarlet-covered blade meeting mine. He was much stronger than me, bigger too but he was slow. He pushed hard and my aching arms strained under the pressure. I steadied my breathing and pushed his blade away from me. He came back swinging with twice the force, going right for my head. I bent back, my spine screaming at me as his blade swung just above my nose, the sharpness of it slicing into a rogue hair that had strayed from its braid.

With the remaining energy I honed, I thrust my sword into the male's chest. He yelped, his sword clattering to the ground, and with one last attempt to gut me, he swung to grab me with his free hand. I screamed as I felt a searing pain in my side. I looked down to find a large knife embedded into my torso. When I looked back to the male he twisted the knife and I felt as if my entire body was set aflame. I clenched my teeth together as I plunged my sword into his chest again, and when I pulled it out he was already in the dirt, receiving the same fate as his comrades.

My knees buckled as I looked at my side again, blood pooling at my feet as it ran down my leg.

I dug my sword in the ground, using it for support so I could at least stay standing. My entire left side felt paralyzed as I continued to lose that precious scarlet liquid.

I squeezed my eyes shut before forcing them open, my vision bleary as I grew increasingly dizzy.

In the distance, I saw another armed soldier charging at me. For a moment I debated letting him have my life, it was soon nearing a close anyway.

But I hadn’t trained for years to be cut down by a measly foot soldier, hadn’t clawed and scraped my way through ranks to die by a stranger's hand. I curse, deciding that I wouldn't go out in forfeit, I would die fighting or I would not die at all. With only my right arm I lifted my sword up toward the sky, ready to strike.

But just as he was about to reach me a gleam of red flashed and the soldier's head went flying in the opposite direction of his body. Directly in front of me stood a male, glowing in red, my vision began to darken at the corners but I could recognize those wings anywhere. "Oh thank the gods," I sighed in pure relief, falling to my knees as Cassian ran forward to catch me before my head could hit the hard ground. He spotted the gushing wound in my side immediately, then looked at my dilated pupils.

“Hey, sweetheart,” He rasped, his voice raw from shouting commands at soldiers over the fields. “Cass,” I hum his name, the familiarity of it bringing me a warm feeling. I was glad to see he was unharmed. “Lean on me,” He says while gently brushing my stubborn hairs away from my sweat, and most likely blood, lined forehead.

"I'm going to get you out of here," Was all I managed to hear from him before darkness consumed me and my vision blackened entirely.

When I cracked my eyes open I immediately winced at the harsh light of the room I was being kept in. The sound of frustrated voices registered first, then the smell of lavender, and the softness of the pillow behind my head, and then finally my vision came. I spotted Rhysand and Cassian first, quietly bickering over something I couldn’t find in myself to care for. They were both changed from their armor, cleansed from the blood and dirt of the war. Even though they both looked clean and seemed how they always did I could tell something was off. Their wings were terse and the bags beneath their eyes were prominent.

It took a lot to mar the beauty of a Fae male, especially the two of them, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever seen them more distressed.

They continued their hushed argument, oblivious to the fact that I had woken up so I cast my eyes elsewhere, toward the third male in the room who had his head tilted downward, his scarred hands in his lap. He stared at those scars, his shaky hands making it seem like he’d done something wretched, so horrid he somehow didn’t think it probable that it was done with his own hands.

My brows creased, all three of them were in sorrow, and whether it was because I was bedridden or it was simply the after-effects of the war I was unsure.

“Good morning,” Is all I can think to say. It was casual, a little hoarse, but simple.

The room fell silent and all three heads snapped towards me. Their lips all formed tight straight lines as they bored their eyes into me.

I couldn’t tell if it was shock or relief, perhaps both.

A large smile cracks across my lips. “Were you guys worried about me?” I suggest, raising my brows accusingly.

“Gods,” A large figure crashes into me and I groan. Cassian clings to me tightly, hugging me into his warm chest. “Of course, we were worried,” He whispers, as if afraid he’d break this moment by speaking any louder.

“You’re crushing her, Cass,” Rhys says from behind him and I chuckle, looking at the violet-eyed male and giving him a gentle smirk which he matched. I pulled away from Cassian’s embrace first and he reluctantly let go of me.

“I’m sorry love,” Azriel sighed, his hand coming to intertwine with my fingers. “Sorry for what Az?” My brows crease.

“My shadows should’ve been with you, I could’ve stopped that soldier from hurting you—” The Illyrian starts but Cassian cuts him off.

“No Az it’s my fault, I should have been there sooner. I should have taken that dagger not her—” He tried but this time it was Rhys to cut him off.

“Both of you stop being ridiculous, I was the one that allowed her to fight, it was my mistake from the beginning,” The High Lord asserts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“My gods, do you three ever quit taking the blame for everything?” I looked pointedly at Rhys when I spoke. “I would’ve commanded the Valkyries to fight alongside you whether it was cleared or not,” I confess and Rhys subtly frowns at that, the unspoken question of me being the last Valkyrie was now answered with that expression. A wave of shame passed over me, but I pushed it aside for now, deciding to spend this moment with my three very paranoid, but very alive mates.

“I’m fine,” I give Azriel’s hand a squeeze.

“Madja said if the blade went even a fraction deeper it would’ve been fatal,” The blue siphoned male argued, and my brows bunch.

“But it didn’t,” I state.

“But it could have,” He snarled and I had never seen him so angry, so scared.

My eyes softened and I let a soft smile grace my features. “Az,” I whispered, attempting to bring him comfort to remind him I was alive and healthy.

Azriel was the first of the three that I bonded with, we’ve always had a different connection because of it. I’ll love all of them equally no matter what, but it left Azriel to be more protective of me than the other two.

He stands suddenly, our hands still tangled. “You nearly died, you nearly abandoned us for a place where we aren’t allowed to join you,” He snapped and my heart ached at the pained look on his face. I would’ve been furious too if it were him on the brink of death, I would’ve found a way to steal him back from death itself if that treacherous event were to come.

“Azriel,” Cassian snapped at the male but I held a hand up, waving him off.

I sat up, my side screamed at me in protest but I ignored it. I wore my softest white nightgown, only realizing it once I stood from the bed, slightly unsteady but upright nonetheless. I narrow my gaze at Azriel.

“I am here, I am alive,” I say. “A little scratched up but I don’t think Rhys will let me out in the field anytime soon,” I smile and Rhys shifts behind me.

“You heard that right,” The High Lord grumbled under his breath and I tossed him a glance over my shoulder.

I look back to Azriel, reaching for his other hand and holding them both. “See? I’m alright, I promise,” I look up at him lovingly and his shoulders dip in relief.

“Okay,” He nods, silently cursing himself for acting out so brashly. “You just, had me worried is all,” He excuses and I smile softly, letting go of one of his hands in favor of cupping his jaw.

“I know honey, I know,” I murmur before lifting up and placing a reassuring kiss on his lips, he returns it by bringing his free hand to my hip, pulling me closer.

“Is it just me or do you feel excluded too?” Cassian loudly whispered to Rhysand and I giggled against Azriel’s lips, pulling away and turning my head to cast a playful glare at the two piqued males, clearly attention-deprived.

“Then come over here already,” I give them an inviting smirk and they quickly scramble around the bed to reach me and it takes everything in me not to giggle at how desperate they were to be in my clutches yet again.

“One for you,” I placed my hand on Rhys’ jaw and gave him a soft peck, he barely had time to reciprocate it until I was rearing back. “And,” I grabbed Cass by his shirt. “One for you,” I gave him the same kiss.

“You taste like a coma,” The male murmured, smacking his lips and I rolled my eyes.

“You each got one, are you three satisfied now?” I arch a brow.

“Satisfied? Nowhere near it darling,” Rhys grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up and over his shoulder.

“Wait! I’m still not fully healed yet!” I yelped, banging my fists on his back playfully.

“We’ll be gentle,” Cassian reassured with a gleeful smile. I looked at Azriel but he only smirked.

“No promises,” He shrugged and I groaned, letting my body go limp as Rhys carried me towards the High Lord's chambers.

“If you guys open my stitches I’ll give all of you stitches,” I threatened but none of them seemed to care, and to be honest nothing sounded better than the idea of being cradled by three tan, very large, Illyrians after such a long war.

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Gone Through Enough (part 1)

Day 1: Bargains

Summary: she was not here for him

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Word Count: 1456

A/n: eeeeeeeeee im so excited for @erisweekofficial 🥹🥳🥳🥳

this is the part one of this series, soooo

✨ENJOYYY ❣️✨

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Spoons scraped at expensive ceramic plates. Exotic, fragrant dishes covered every inch of her plate, but no matter how much her stomach clenched, begging for food, Y/n could not bring herself to truly eat.

Quiet, mindless chatter surrounded Y/n as she tried her best to not glower back at the fireheaded heir across from her. As each moment passed, it became harder to ignore the heat of his gaze on her.

"You know, I think Lord Greengrass is very handsome. He also has quite a large group of soldiers with him. Do you think he’s one of the richer ones?" 

Her gaze drifted, and Y/n nodded absently, already forgetting the question she was asked. Y/n wasn’t even listening, really, to her sister who rambled on about the latest lord that caught her fancy.

Steam wafted from the roasted hunt the lords and soldiers had brought back that evening set at the centre of the long mahogany table. As if drawn by some magnetic force, her eyes met his hard, liquor coloured ones.

"Y/n? Are you listening?"

Y/n blinked, nodding as she turned her gaze back to her sister.

But she could not shake the feeling that he still stared at her.

The high lord stood then, drawing the gaze of all the nobility.

He began speaking, his words bouncing off of the high ceilings, amplified by his magic. It enraptured everyone. Or at least people who wanted to be in the high lord’s good graces listened.

Not Y/n though. She was here for a purpose, and so were her parents.

Soon enough, the orchestra started playing again, and people who did not want to dance gathered around the ballroom floor, watching and chatting. Y/n made her way through them, catching snippets of conversations and then forgetting them the next moment till she found her parents swaying in the corner, whispering in each other’s ears.

She adored times like these, because it showed her how in love they were.

She moved closer, but before she could say anything to them, she was yanked to a stop by a rough hand.

She turned to glare at the person, only to have her blood run cold.

The high lord.

"Your highness."

She hastily dropped into a curtsy, her eyes lowered in deference. He simply grunted in answer, letting the space between them become awkward before speaking.

"Your father was telling me you are a great dancer."

She stilled, lifting her eyes to meet the cruel, cold ones of Beron.

"Yes, your highness."

He grabbed her hand then. "Dance with me."

It sounded only slightly like a question, but Y/n knew it was an order. She followed him to the dance floor, her gaze shifting to the encouraging grey of her father.

He nodded, pulling Y/n’s mother closer.

It confused the young lady. They had not discussed it with her before, so why were they acting like this was the plan all along?

Nevertheless, as the music started up again, Y/n let herself go, her conscious only focused on going through the steps of her dance instead of the way the high lord’s hand sat too close to her hip, the way he stared at her like he wanted to devour her, like he wanted to keep her forever.

Not as a companion, but a trophy.

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As soon as the last few notes of the violin faded into the thick air, Y/n stepped away from the high lord, whose gaze burned into Y/n’s skin. She bent at the waist, her leg sweeping behind in a deep curtsy before she fled, unable to breathe in the stuffy ballroom a minute longer.

She ran. Ran like she was a bunny trying to outrun a wolf under the curtain of looming trees. Outside, through the beautifully constructed windows, she could see a blanket of stars twinkling over the cover of night, the smell of oak and maple mixing with the scent of fire and sweet honey. The pleasantness of outside invited happy insects that buzzed and sang between the tall grass that led to the forest, the atmosphere so serene but so at odds with the turmoil inside Y/n.

She ran up flights of stairs, flew past startled lower fae trying to hide before she could see them. But she paid them no heed as she hurtled towards the sculpted wooden door she was sure was assigned to her family when they had arrived just a few hours after dawn.

Hurrying to the bath chamber, she bent over the bowl in the corner, hurling up her guts without a care for how inappropriate it would have looked when she ran away from the high lord.

She did not care as she removed her dress, shoving and shimmying out of the offending material as she turned, staring at herself in the mirror.

She looked like she had been through hell, and that was putting it nicely as she regarded her unruly hair, her blotched face and the thin slip she stood in, panting.

She continued staring for a moment before she grabbed the closest jug of magically warmed water and doused her body in it, uncaring that she was not standing in the bathtub.

The water flowed in rivulets down her body as she set the jug aside, only then taking a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

As she took a step away and gathered her gown in her arms, disgusted even by its sight, the door to the chambers clicked open.

She froze, eyes wide.

The festivities were nowhere near finished, and Y/n hoped it was her mother, because now that she took a better look at the bathing chamber, she realised one thing.

This was not the chamber assigned to the Augustenburgs, and Y/n was fucked.

She remained still, hoping whoever it was would leave, or-

The door opened, revealing the scowling heir apparent.

Bastard.

Y/n huffed at his unwavering glare, deciding to sidestep him into the room, still dripping water from her unbound hair.

His hand wrapped around her forearm before she could go far, pushing her into the nearest wall, the impact barely knocking the breath out of her despite the hatred burning his gaze.

"Why are you here?"

It was a mumbled question, directly fanning over Y/n’s ear.

She refused to move to accommodate him.

Instead, she turned her head closer to his, whispering the answer over the skin of his neck.

"You should ask yourself that."

To others, it would have seemed like he was asking why she was in his chambers.

He wasn’t.

"Why? You’ve got nothing to say?"

She glared at the wall opposite, wondering if she should even dignify him with an answer.

He pulled away a little, his eyes burning into her, and she sneered at him. "You know why we’re here-"

His head snapped up, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the door.

And then, he buried his face in her neck, placing kisses down the column of skin till her shoulders. It shocked her so much that she stilled, trying to understand what he was trying to do, but before she could eventually push him away, the door creaked open.

Eris lifted his head, turning to their visitor as he shoved Y/n’s head into his shoulder.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to see where you had run off to. Looks like you’ve got yourself a whore."

Y/n could hear the smirk in the male’s voice. It riled her up, and she was just about to lift her head to give him a piece of her mind when Eris snarled, and then the door slammed shut.

Eris’s grip left Y/n’s hair and he stepped back, his chest heaving. His head hung low, eyes stuck on the floor. He stayed there for a few moments, as if gathering his thoughts, then he began unbuttoning his jacket, shoving it into Y/n’s hands.

"Get out."

He choked out, his voice strangely strangled. Y/n quickly pulled the jacket over her, the fact that she was in an almost see through slip registering in the back of her mind. But she could not bring herself to care as she gathered the heavy ball gown in her arms, making a run for her room before another one of Eris’s brothers decided to come check up on the heir apparent.

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Eris’s pov.

She wasn’t back for him.

She wasn’t.

She was only here because he could offer her family a bargain.

She probably didn’t even want to be here, but her parents had dragged her back.

She was here only for that bargain.

Not him.

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