Hounded Encounters

Hounded Encounters

Eris Week 2024- Day 4 Hounds

A/n: @erisweekofficial probably my personal favorite lol my title sucks 💀

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(pairing is Azris)

Eris taps his foot impatiently, hissing in frustration as he glances to his watch for the 10th time in the past minute. The famous Night Court shadowsinger is 14 minutes late. Stupid illyrians. Eris dimly wonders if something went wrong with getting to the Forest House but he pushes the thought from his mind. Why was he even worried? If Azriel doesn't show up soon, Eris could take his hounds for a run, maybe even catch a deer or something.

Another 15 minutes pass in a blur of boredom. The clock strikes 4:30. Eris takes off his finely tailored jacket, leaving him in just a skin-tight gold shirt. He walks past the guards, nodding to dismiss them and slowly meanders towards the dog pens. A cool autumn breeze ruffles his carefully slicked back hair.

Suddenly, a loud bark tears through the air and Eris immediately recognizes the sound as Willow's playful cry. He turns, closes his eyes and braces himself for the full weight of a smoke hound. He's not sure how they got out of the pen, but he's not at all surprised. A few seconds later when Willow doesn't jump on him, he opens his eyes, shocked at the sight in front of him.

The usually stoic spymaster is now the picture of panic, sprinting in eclipses as he runs from Willow and her pups.

Eris laughs, loud and full of amusement as Azriel takes off with a single flap of his wings. He floats above the hounds, just out of their reach. Sweat soaks through his clothes, making the black shirt he's wearing press against his toned muscles. No wonder he hadn't been able to get into the Forest House.

Eris whistles and Willow immediately comes to jump at his feet. He chuckles, kneeling down to pet her.

"Who's a good girl?" He purrs softly.

Willow's cubs stop jumping at Azriel and greet their owner wiht licks to the face. Eris smiles, swatting at Scout as he licks Eris's nose.

Azriel hesitantly lands on the ground, walking over. He keeps at least 15 feet away as he watches the High Lord of Autumn coo over puppies.

"Sorry... about being late. But it's not really my fault."

Eris is pulled out of his puppy world, having forgotten that Azriel was there. "Don't worry about it. Maybe we can reschedule?"

Azriel hesitates.

"Otherwise it'll be cutting into my free time with the hounds and we'll have to keep them around." Eris smirks, figuring Azriel wouldn't want to spend more time with the hounds.

Azriel nods, ready to leave but hesitates again. "What's her name?" He points to the biggest hound.

Eris looks up. "What?"

"Her name?"

"Willow."

Eris cannot fathom why Azriel would want to know his hounds name. His confusion grows when Azriel walks over and sits near him. He hesitantly reaches out towards Willow and she quickly moves towards him.

Eris frowns as Azriel smiles and pets willow. He massages his chest, not understanding the ache in his heart. Why did the sight of Azriel and his favorite hound touch him so much? Why did he always feel more nervous around the spymaster?

"I thought you were leaving?" Eris asks, tone harsh.

Azriel shrugs, making Eris stare into his beautiful hazel eyes. "Thought I'd stay and get to know the dogs that attacked me."

"They're hounds." Eris grits out.

"Whatever."

"They kill and hunt and track. They are not merely dogs."

"Ok, I'm sorry." Azriel holds up his hands in surrender. Willow jumps at his hands, sniffing and licking all over.

Eris can't hold back his smile.

Azriel takes that as an invitation to stay. He starts talking about the reason behind his visit.

"So... Rhys wanted a member of the Night Court to help with the rebuilding of the towns that were destroyed by Beron before you stopped him. Rhys wants to show everyone you're our ally."

Eris hums, considering. "Okay sure, who?"

"That's what this meeting was supposed to be about."

"Oh..." Eris considers for a moment. "Not Cassian since I heard what about what happened at the summer court. Not Rhys or Feyre because they're too elevated. Not Morrigan. Not Amren or Nesta because they'll scare everyone. Who does that leave?"

Azriel stares at him. "Me."

"Well shit."

Willow barks jumping away from them. Both males look over to see her greeting the other hounds. They all run over, licking and pawing at Azriel.

Eris laughs at the sight. Maybe having to rebuild houses with Azriel wouldn't be too bad.

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Shame (Eris x you)

a/n: I kinda like this one

Eris week day 6: AU @erisweekofficial

Your POV

You sighed, placing your pen on your desk as you covered your face with your hands and groaned. Physics was depressing. What crazy alien had possessed you to decide to major in it?

Glancing out the window of your dorm, you frown at the flock of students. Your roommates are out there somewhere. There’s a party tonight at the Vanserra brothers dorm. And you can’t go because of a stupid physics test tomorrow. Checking your phone you find that nobody has texted you. Of course. You didn’t really have many friends anyway. Just a best friend studying architecture

A light tap against your window tears you out of your trance and you furrow your brow at the guy outside your dorm.

Eris Vanserra. Majoring in aerospace engineering and the man of everyone’s dreams. With red hair, piercing amber eyes, and the sharpest cheekbones you’d ever seen, how did he not have a girlfriend?

And what the fuck was he doing knocking on your window?

You cock your head at him and he smiles, motioning for you to come out. You debate refusing but you were in need of a break anyway.

Getting up, you slip on white crocs and round the building. The crowd if partiers has passed and there’s only a few people roaming the grounds of Forest House Academy.

You spot the sought after redhead surrounded by a small crowd of people and roll your eyes.

Why’d you even come out here?

You stretch for a few minutes, letting uour muscles relax after hours of sitting. Glancing at the growing crowd of girls around Eris you start to head back to your dorm.

Just as your hand lands on your doorknob a hand grabs your wrist.

“Hey, wait up.” The smooth voice of Eris reaches your ears and your brows shoot up.

“What do you want?” Crap, that was not the tone you wanted to take for the first time you met him.

Eris smiles, dimples showing. “I just wanted to see if you have a partner for the project in quantum mechanics.”

You freeze. “We have a project?”

He chuckles. “Yeah it’s on some subatomic stuff.”

You groan. Great, more homework to add to your already long list.

“So?” Eris raises a brow.

“Huh?”

“Will you be my partner?” He pauses. “For the project of course.”

You blow out a breath. “Sure…?”

“Great!”

You eye him vaguely wondering why he hasn’t left yet. Surely he’ll leave after you go into your dorm right? But that’d be rude. You inwardly groan, this is why you don’t socialize much.

“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Eris grins and the sight makes your heart race. “Meet me outside the library at noon. That’s when you’re free right?”

You nod. “Of course.”

Only after you’ve said your goodbyes and sat back down do you wonder how he knew you were free from 12-3 on tuesdays.

The next day you’re rushing to the library straight after your thermodynamics class. You know your Professor Helion will ask you about it given that you usually stay after class to talk with him but you don’t care.

Eris, Eris, Eris.

The red-haired mans name is a mantra in your head. You catch yourself thinking of his splatter of freckles for the fourth time today and curse the guy silently.

You arrive at the library fifteen minutes early only to find Eris already there, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket.

“Hey.” You call nervously, putting your phone in your back pocket.

“Hey there little flame.” Eris replies, smiling.

Girls walking past “ooh” and “ahh” glancing over their shoulders to get a good view of Eris’s ass.

You unconsciously roll your eyes.

Eris frowns. “What? Not a good nickname?”

You blink. “Oh it’s not that. It’s just…” you wave awkwardly at the girls, “everyone’s obsessed with you.” You pinch yourself, reminding yourself of the need to develop a filter on your words.

Eris laughs, seemingly unbothered. “Does it bother you?”

“No. It’s just the way they obsess over some hot guy instead of something like grades.” You grimace as you remember doing exactly that on your way here.

“You think I’m hot?”

“That’s all you heard?”

“Pretty much.”

You sigh through your nose.

“Let’s just get to work.”

Two hours later the two of you are worn. Leaning back in your chair you close your eyes. You’d split up the work with you writing the essay and Eris making the poster then the both of you coming together to make an extremely detailed 3d model of a subatomic particle.

“Can we please take a break?” Eris practically begs.

“Says the one who insisted we don’t.” You snap.

Eris groans. “I’m sorry! Now please. One break.”

You hum. “Sure.”

Eris exhales in relief. “You want coffee? There’s a cafe not far.”

“Yes please!” The thought of coffee is exhilarating in itself.

Eris eyes your exhausted form. “I can get it. What do you want?”

You tilt your head. “Uhh not sure. Order for me.”

Eris nods, turns and is almost at the door of the library when you call out, “Thank you!”

You smile softly as you close your eyes. Maybe the all popular Eris Vanserra isn’t so bad…

Eris POV

Eris is walking back to the library when a voice hisses at him nearby. He glances around, spotting a flash of dark hair.

Jurian. His ex best friend.

Eris glares. “What?”

Jurian’s bright eyes meet his. “Come here.” He does, following Jurian to a closed off space.

“How’s the bet going? You seducing her?”

Eris grits his teeth. “The bet is going great. In fact one of these lattes is for her.”

“Awww you got her waiting for you.”

Eris shakes his head. “I don’t like this.”

Jurian smirks at him. “That’s too bad because you have to do it otherwise poor Lucien gets….” Jurian makes a slicing motion across his throat

“I know.”

“So you think you can bed her within the week?”

“I know I will.” Eris leaves Jurian with one last glower.

He finishes his walk to the library, now pissed and tense. When he gets to where he’d left you he’s at a loss of what to do.

You’re asleep, cheek pressed into the keys lf your computer, hair falling over your face. You’re beautiful.

Eris stands there, two coffees in hand staring at you for a long time. Maybe it just felt like a long time, it may have been minutes, even seconds before he moved. He sets the coffees down and packs up your stuff, quietly picking up the computer from under you. He slings your bag, then his over one shoulder and your body over the other. Eris picks up the two coffees and heads for your dorm.

When he gets there he desperately knocks, hoping one of your roommates is home. A brunette girl opens the door and takes him in. Brows raising she steps aside and shows him to your room. Setting you down, Eris looks around.

The room looks like yours, beige walls with pictures and memories strung everywhere. LED lights hang in strands in the doorway next to a messy desk with drawings and writings. He glances around before quickly stepping out and closing the door.

Your roommate watches him quietly.

He’s at the door when she speaks.

“Don’t hurt her.”

Eris stiffens, turning to look at the girl.

“Who are you again?”

“Feyre Archeron.”

“You’re Y/n’s best friend.”

“Guilty as charged”

Eris nods, “nice to meet you.”

Feyre nods back, albeit warily.

As Eris closes the door he whispers to her, “I would never hurt her.”

And Eris prays that he can keep that promise as Jurian texts him.

The text is a picture of him carrying you across the school accompanied by a single sentence

Jurian: You seem to really like her.

Eris rolls his eyes. And what if he did? He frowns. Did he? He had never cared what happened to his project parters before this. He’d certainly never carried someone halfway across campus. One could argue it was so Y/n would like him and sleep with him so Lucien would live. But… for once he hadn’t even thought of Lucien. He liked her. But Lucien, his brain screamed. Jurian’s family was full of gang members and assassins which meant if he didn’t sleep with Y/n then tell her she was a bet, Lucien would likely die. And he couldn’t get Lucien out because his brother was a stubborn ass. Eris cursed. What was he going to do?

There was no way be could keep his promise to Feyre and save Lucien.

His phone dinged again.

Jurian: It’d be a shame if Y/n went missing….

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nnoooooo! i'll write happy eris just to spite you

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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