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a/n: Eris Week day 3- healing. so if it isn’t clear by the end this is eris and lucien healing their relationship

thank you @erisweekofficial

this is a part two to Falling For You but can be read alone.

After the bond between you and Eris had snapped, the two of you had started going places together when your mate had even the smallest moment of free time from his high lord duties.

However, your bestest friend in the universe had started pulling away. He was hardly around in your shared home and when he was, he was locked up in his room, brooding. It hurt you to see Lucien pulling away and it also hurt you when Eris asked how his “baby brother” was doing. You always said he was great when, in truth, he was drowning.

The guilt was crushing you and you wanted to do something for the two brothers but what could you even do?

You sigh, frowning at the stove in your hand.

You okay?

A tug comes down the bond and you cringe, having completely forgotten Eris could feel everything you were feeling.

What if you asked him?

Why are you and Lucien so… not brotherly?

A long silence.

I feel that is something you better ask him about.

You sigh but send your thanks down the bond anyway.

Glancing at the door to Lucien’s bedroom, you hesitantly rise to your feet and, with a heavy sigh, you raise a fist to knock.

Before you can actually make contact with any wood, the door opens. Lucien stands in the doorway, brows raised.

You frown, “How did-“

“Sensed your magic.” He answers your question before you can finish. He steps aside, leaving the path to his room open. You quickly slip in

“Lucien… I wanted to ask something I’ve been wondering about for a while now.”

He smiles encouragingly although his eyes swirl with some emotion you can’t quite place.

“You and Eris don’t seem to have the best relationship,” Lucien grunts as if to say, obviously.

Your lips twitch in a half smile. “But why is your relationship so, if I may, horrible.”

Lucien bites his lip, his tell tale sign of anxiety. He sighs, sitting on his bed, long hair sweeping over his shoulder. “We didn’t have the greatest parents and they never really showed us how to love anyone, anything, except power. At first, Eris, along with all my other brothers were invested in the idea of becoming High Lord. But then… Jesminda, she was my lover. My will to live, to smile and talk, she was the only person I loved. She loved me for me, not for my power or status, but for me. But she was a lesser fae and my father quickly fount out about our relationship. He disapproved of her and she was,” Lucien grimaces, choking.

“She was tortured and killed because the love she held for me. That day, I defected to the spring court. Tamlin was at the border and killed two of my brothers who were hunting me. I always wondered why Tamlin was at the border that day. It was a pretty average day and Nobles aren’t usually on the border unless there’s a war or something. For the first 100 years or so I brushed it off as a lucky break. I continued hating my brothers for what they’d done. But one day I had just arrived back from an undercover emissary trip to the Summer Court and I was still cloaked in a glamour so I guess Tamlin’s wards didn’t sense me. I heard him and my brother talking. Eris was asking, grilling, Tamlin on how I was doing. If I was still heartbroken. If I was pulling my weight and still training. Tamlin answered every question in an exhausted way as if this had already been happening for a while. Then I heard Eris ask if Tamlin had told me anything about that day at the border. Soon after Eris left and I walked in as if nothing had happened but my mind was reeling. My world had been overturned. Y/n, you know the feeling. After that I wasn’t sure how to act around Eris. I wasn’t sure what to think about him. He seemed like the bad guy only rooting for power but sometimes his actions would tell me he was an okay guy trying to protect his little brother. It was always awkward and weird and now that he’s here and that he’s proved he’s a good guy, I just don’t know how to handle myself around him.”

Lucien sighs, leaning forward. You stepped up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He buried his face into your stomach, and the two of you held on to each other as if you’d never let go. (Your relationship was strictly platonic of course).

“You know…” you say after a few minutes. “You could start with not avoiding Eris every time he comes here?”

Lucien groans. “I was only half avoiding him! I wanted the two of you to have your alone time.”

“We hung out here so much because he wanted a chance to talk to you,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

Lucien pulls away from you, “Wait really?”

“You think I want to spend so much time in this house when I’m here practically 24/7 anyway???”

Lucien shrugs, “You are quite quirky.”

You smack him on the arm, laughing.

“Collecting the trash people give to me is not quirky!” You walk out the door, and while you’re shutting it you tell him, “By the way, Eris should be here any second.”

“Y/n!” Lucien curses you to the cualdren and you let out a good natured cackle just as the doorbell rings.

“Hey Eris!”

You smile a little too wide, causing Eris to immediately sense something’s wrong.

“What happened? What did you do?”

You groan, “why do you always think I’m the one who did something? It could have been Lucien!”

Eris rolls his eyes, “Lucien, would never! You on the other hand…”

“On the contrary, I probably would do something.” Lucien is standing by the coach, a soft, tentative smile on his face.

“Lucien.” Eris blinks, amber eyes widening before his hand comes up to rub his eyes as of not believing the sight in front of him.

Lucien’s smile widens, “Don’t worry Er, it’s not a dream.”

Eris scoffs, mouth opening as if to say something but instead he just opens his arms and smiles.

You watch as your best friend and your mate hug and deep down, you know they’ll be happy. They will definitely fight over the smallest things and insult each other as if there’s a prize for the best insult. They’ll probably do stupid things together that cause big problems for each of their lives. They’ll occasionally give each other the silent treatment for years, but… that’s what siblings are supposed to do.

The two males pull away and face you.

“Thanks, little flame.” Eris grabs your hand, pulling you into a kiss.

You hum, breaking the kiss.

“Wanna go get ice cream now?”

“Sure! Bye Luci.”

Lucien frowns at the two of you. “Wait, can I come?”

You and Eris share a look.

Eris smirks, “Sorry man, mates only. Go get your little flower from the night court and join us if you’re that desperate.”

Lucien rolls his eyes.

“Whatever.”

You wink in his direction as you leave. “Get cleaned up Lu, I told Elain you wanted to see her and she’s on her way!”

You close the door to the panicked shout of your best friends, “What!???”

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Ashling (Eris x Y/N)

a/n: don’t mind this. It’s not late for me. ANYWAYSSS enjoy!!!

Eris week day 5: war (eris against father, Eris agianst Koschei)

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bro idek if it can be counted as a war prompt... it went so off topic

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Eris Week 2024: Adventure/War

Eris groans as he slowly comes back into consciousness. There’s a paralyzing pain in every pore as Eris opens his eyes and takes on his surroundings. He is chained, wrists amd ankles, to a stone wall. The room is small, around the size of a bathroom, and dull stone slabs stare him in the face. He can’t see a door but he can see an adjacent wall laden with knives and pokers of all shapes and sizes.

An involuntary shiver runs down his spine. Memories of how he got here slowly come back. Eris must have been kidnapped by Koschei when he was out hunting with his hounds. His soldiers. The ones that had defected, he remembered being surrounded and trying to wake them from their trace.

“Well, well, well, look who’s awake?”

Eris forces his face into a mask of indifference as Briallyn winnows into his cell.

“What do you want?” He sneers, mask almost faltering at the sight of the old woman. She was old and fae, not young and fae. The cauldron had punished her.

“Is that really the way you greet a queen?” Briallyn tuts.

Eris hisses, opening her mouth to say something. But suddenly he can’t. He can’t control his muscles. His arms and legs are suddenly released from their chains. He walks forward, into Briallyn’s arms.

She looks him in the eye, brows furrowed

“Damn, you’re really holding on, most people would be unconscious right about now.”

Eris curses her mentally, trying to make his mouth move. His vision blurs at the edges as he feels something sinister claw at his mind. The last thing he sees before he slips into unconsciousness is a flash of black feathers.

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Eris abruptly shot up in his bed. He frowned, how was he in his bed? Last he remembered… Black feathers. He groaned, a headache forming. Eris remembered being kidnapped and Briallyn taking his consciousness. She had been controlling him when he’d passed out, she musnhave been using the crown. But how was he in his room in the autumn court?

Azriel. It must have been the spymaster. Eris glanced around, eyes darting to the shadows. Nothing. He sighed, getting up and immediately noting he’d been changed into sleeping robes.

Just as Eris was changing into formal attire, his father burst into the room. He grabbed Eris’s arm and winnowed. Eris knew where they were going from the moment his father came in. The dungeons.

Eris gave up, letting his father tie him to the stone slab. He turned his attention inwards, thinking of the feather and what it could mean.

And he kept thinking of that black feather as his father took weapon after weapon to his skin.

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Two Months Later

Eris tsk’s under his breath as he knocks on the door to his little brother’s supposed home. Queen Vassa opens the door, already looking at him with a scowl. Eris inclines his head to the Queen in a show of respect. The two walk silently down the brightly lit hall to a living room.

Lucien, Jurian and what looks to be almost a hundred girls crowd on sofas and chairs alike.

Eris raises his brows in Lucien’s direction, the tiniest smirk playing on his lips. Lucien steps forward.

“Eris. This is every single girl Koschei has ever trapped.”

This was definitely not what Eris had expected when he first saw Lucien’s very formal invite to lunch.

“And?”

Lucien takes a breath, “They need somewhere to go. They were all turned fae after the curse was broken. Nobody will accept them in the human world and I don’t trust anyone else with them. Plus, one wanted to meet you.”

“You want me to take them to the Autumn Court? Lucien… you know what that place is like. Why not ask Rhysand? He has space.”

“I believe you are plotting to kill our father.”

Eris sucks in a breath.

“You believe right, but it’ll take a while for me to do it. And the court won’t just change automatically because Beron dies.”

Lucien nodded, as if he’d expected Eris to say that. “That’s why we need him dead within the week. And we’re willing to help.”

Eris said nothing, processing the conversation. Suddenly something occurred to him.

“Wait, you said someone wants to meet me?” he asked Lucien.

“Oh.. yeah.”

Eris raises a brow, about to ask for more details when a voice cuts through the air.

“Eris Vanserra.”

All of Eris’s muscles tighten instantly, the voice rings through his soul, almost bringing him to his knees.

He turns, eyes widening at the sight before him. Black clothes, pointed ears, black feathers tied into shining hair. Black feathers.

“You-“

The female smiles, almost cruelly, “I am Y/n L/n.”

Eris bows, despite likely being higher ranked than her.

“Eris Vanserra. However, it seems you already knew that.”

Only then does Eris realize everyone else has filed out of the room as if to give them a semblance of privacy. He hadn’t noticed anyone leaving in spite of the door being right in front of him. He was too caught up in this female, this stranger, and he’d let himself lower his guard. Eris looks up, ripping himself from his thoughts to find the female analyzing him. He lets her while analyzing her, himself.

Y/n has black dots all over her wrists as if forming handcuffs out of ashes. She was likely a prisoner of Koschei that had been freed. If everything was true and Koschei kept woman in the shape of birds, she must have been turned into an ashbird. Ashbirds were a myth, supposedly having generous amounts of power, dot cuffs around their wrists and jet black feathers. Eris sensed both on this female.

“I’m your mate.”

Eris blinks. “Pardon?”

“You heard me.”

Eris stares at Y/n in shock, almost wanting to reject her words. But a mate. Most people waited their whole lives for a mate.

“Do you want to be my mate?” Eris shivered as he said the words. They seemed so unusual, as if even the cauldron didn’t belive he deserved a mate.

“More than anything.”

“You don’t even know me.” He didn’t know why he was contradicting her.

“Lucien’s told me enough.”

“Lucien talked about me??” Eris definitely did not this his day would go about like this.

“All bad things, don’t worry,” she replied with a soft smile.

Eris’s breath dropped, she was beautiful. He let out a breath, not noticing he’d crossed the room until his hand grazed her chin.

“You’re magnificent.” he breathed as his fingers traced the edge of her upturned lips.

Y/n stared at him, eyes wide with determination. “I can help you kill your father.”

Well that turned him off pretty fast. “How?” Eris was back to his usual self, eyes hard and mouth set.

“Take me to him.”

“No.”

“Eris.”

“I won’t take you unless you tell me your plan.”

“Idiot,” Y/n mumbles.

“Always for you, mate. But do tell me your plan so we can wage war.

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Doubtful || pt. III

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: An unexpected team-up between you, a Slytherin, and the proud Gryffindors that go by “The Marauders” causes an unexpected relationship between you and the one and only Sirius Black.

Warnings: none

Masterlist 

Part I // Part II // Part III // Part IV // Part V // Part VI

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Most students don’t smile after serving detention with Professor McGonagall. However, the evidence presented by your unexpected grin shows that if it is spent with the right person things might change.

Maybe that’s why what you saw in the Slytherin common room didn’t ruin your mood. Not initially at least.

But things can change, and the minutes following your arrival had quite the impact.  

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Sirius entered his dorm with a dreamy look in his eyes, shuffling his feet and staring at nothing in particular. Although he was quickly broken out of his trance when the other marauders bombard him with questions.

“What took you so long?”

“How was detention with the Slytherin?”

“Why do you look so happy?”

Sirius was two hours later than expected, so of course, his best friends were concerned. And Sirius still didn’t know why he hadn’t expected this behavior after all these years.

“Would you all calm down.” Sirius shook his head at his overexcited friends.

“Why are you so late?” Remus asked.

“McGonagall gave us two extra hours of detention,” Sirius recalled and a faint smile formed on his face. McGonagall may have stayed in the room to monitor you and Sirius this time around preventing you from talking, but the shared glances between you and him were enough to keep you both content.

“Why? Did you guys start dueling or something?” Peter asked with an excited look spread across his featured as he hoped for some epic story.

“What? No. We, uh, slacked off and didn’t do the work she expected us to do.” Sirius explained, finding comfort in the fact that he technically wasn’t lying.

“And why do you look so happy?” James tilted his head, both suspicious and amused.

“What? I’m not happy. I just got two extra hours of detention.” Sirius defended.

Remus chuckled, “Your smiling, Padfoot.”

Sirius forced a frown, “No, no I’m not.”  

The trio laughed at Sirius’ response, causing the boy to shuffle his feet and look down at them awkwardly.

“C’mon Sirius, what’s up?” James asked, “Does it have to do with the Slytherin?”

“Her name is Y/N,” Sirius responded instinctively, cringing when he realized what he said and knowing what his friends would say next. 

Remus smirked, “Oh it definitely has to do with the Slytherin.”

Sirius cast each of his friends a dark look, “Would you all piss off!”

Only adding to his friends’ amusement, Sirius huffed and made his way to his bed announcing he was going to sleep, quickly closing the curtains around his bed without even changing out of his robes.

The truth was, Sirius didn’t want to think about what his friends were insinuating simply because he didn’t know if it was true or not. Could he really like someone like that after only one conversation? He didn’t know. What he did know was that he was unusually excited for multiple classes he’ll have on Monday. Classes that he shared with you.

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Sunday was dull for Sirius. His plans for that day were to eat, study, eat, study, eat, study, and sleep. However, not much studying actually went on no matter how many times Remus reminded Sirius of the multiple tests they have in the following week.

What Sirius did do was spend a lot of time in the great hall. He arrived early for each meal and left late. It wasn’t that he was unusually hungry that day, it was that he was waiting for you.

He would be perfectly content with even a single a glance of you sitting at the Slytherin table, but you never showed up for any of the meals so Sirius was in no way content whatsoever.

After supper had come to an end, Sirius had become annoyed that he had no idea where you were. And for the same reasons, he was worried too.

“Prongs, do you have the map?” Sirius asked after dinner. For the third time that day, the Marauders were all studying in the library.

“Uh, I think I left it in the dorm on–”

“Alright, thanks!” Sirius interrupted and bolted out of the library, leaving the other three marauders confused.

Sirius had made it back to the dorm in record time, skidding to a halt in front of James’ bed where the map was lazily left.

Sirius took out his wand and recited, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

First, he checked the Slytherin common room and dorms but you weren’t there. Then he wondered if you were in the kitchens. You did skip every meal, after all, you must be hungry. It was a plausible assumption if you even knew how to get to the kitchens. But you weren’t there either. So he checked the library, maybe he walked right by you. Nope, not there either.

Sirius was beginning to get frustrated.

Did you leave the grounds? He thought, Was something wrong? Were you hurt?

And suddenly something horrible clicked in his brain. He had finally found you. Unfortunately, he found you in the hospital wing.

Remember how Sirius made it to his dorm in record time? Well, he just broke his record.

“Madam Pomfrey!” He panted, skidding to a stop at the entrance of the hospital wing. 

“Slow down, Mr. Black, or I’ll give you a de-”

“Y/N. Where’s Y/N? Y/N- uh- I don’t remember her last name, um-”

“Y/L/N,” your voice called out as you pushed the curtains around you to the side, “My last name’s Y/L/N.” 

“Lie back down Miss. Y/L/N! You need your rest!” Madam Pomfrey ordered, “Ten minutes. That’s when I’ll be back and how long you have to visit, Mr. Black. Be gone when I return, she needs her rest.” With that Pomfrey left in the direction of her office. 

Sirius mumbled a halfhearted “thank you” to Madam Pomfrey and made his way to the chair by the side of the bed you returned to. 

“I’m a bit offended. McGonagall has said my last name around you at least a dozen times and you couldn’t even remember it.” You teased. 

Sirius smirked, “Well I was kind of distracted.”

You tilted your head, a playful look in your eyes, “Oh? By what?” 

Sirius felt his cheeks heat up and he looked away. He was so off his game. 

“Anyways,” Sirius cleared his throat, “What happened?”

You sighed, hoping he wouldn’t overreact, “Death Eaters on training wheels were waiting for me. Didn’t wait five seconds after I walked in to start hexing me.”

Apparently you don’t know Sirius at all. Of course he would overreact. 

“What? They cornered you? All of them against just one? That’s just- well that’s just unfair! It’s cheating, they can’t do that! How would they like it if-”

“Sirius”

“-me and the guys jumped each of them when they were alone? You know what? That’s a-”

“Sirius”

“-perfect idea! Tomorrow is gonna be a day that’ll haunt them for years! I’m gonna-”

“Merlin, Sirius, stop!” You shouted, finally shutting him up, “You’re not gonna do anything. And neither are your friends.”

“But look what they did! You’ve been in the hospital wing all day!” Sirius said. 

“And I’m fine. It was just a bad stinging jinx.” You explained, maybe downplaying the situation a bit.

But Sirius wasn’t fooled, “A stinging jinx? Maybe I fell asleep in class, but I don’t remember learning about a stinging jinx that hospitalizes someone for 24 hours.”

You focused your gaze away from Sirius, fiddling with the end of your sleeves knowing Sirius would blow up again after you told him, “Well, I s’pose when seven people cast it at the same time it-”

“They WHAT? DO THEY HAVE NO HUMAN DECENCY AT ALL?”

You flinched at his shouts and quickly reached over to grab his hand in an attempt to calm him, “Of course they don’t, but it doesn’t matter right now because I’m fine.”

“Luckily,” Sirius mumbled, absentmindedly running his thumb across the back of your hand, “but there has to be some kind of retaliation.”

“There already has been. They’ve got detention for weeks.”

“That’s not enough!” Sirius exclaimed, “They could have really hurt you.”

You paused for a moment. Sirius seemed to be really… concerned. Why would he be so concerned for someone he’d only known for a few days?

“Why do you care so much?” You asked before letting your brain process your words. 

“W-what?” Sirius stammered.

“You heard me.” 

Sirius could have sworn the room became a few degrees warmer as his throat became drier. And suddenly he was very aware of your hand resting in his own. How long has that been going on? 

Sirius brought his free hand up to loosen his collar, millions of thoughts going through his mind.

“Wait, I should’ve used the hand she’s holding. It would have given me an excuse to pull away before my hand got too sweaty. What if it was already sweaty? No, she would have pulled away. But maybe she’s too nice for that. 

“Hold on she asked a question. How long have I been quiet? I must look so weird! Just sitting, saying nothing, after being asked a question. Merlin if my hand wasn’t sweaty before it definitely was now. Pull yourself together Sirius! Your usually much cooler than this, what’s wrong with you?”

“Um, Sirius?” 

“Huh? What? Oh, sorry…” Sirius felt his face burn red. He couldn’t remember a time he was so awkward. He was so out of it, maybe he should check into the hospital wing since he was already there. 

“We’re friends.” You said suddenly, making Sirius’ head snap up so he could look in your direction. 

“What does that mean? What does that mean?” He asked himself. 

“You care because we’re friends. Friends care about each other, right? And we’re friends… r-right?” You explained and Sirius found himself nodding excitedly. 

“Exactly! I mean, we’ve caused enough trouble to land ourselves in detention with one another. That’s basically what a friendship with me is!” 

You found yourself smiling at his response, “Well good. I’m not one to stay out of trouble.” 

Sirius raised a brow, “And what kind of trouble do you get into?”

“Little bit of this, little bit of that. I don’t particularly like trouble with Madam Pomfrey, though. It’s been much longer than ten minutes. You better get out of her before Pomfrey comes back and starts breathing fire.” 

“Your probably right, but isn’t the knight supposed to be saving the princess from the dragon, not the other way around?” Sirius smirked.

“Exactly, Princess.” You said without missing a beat, but Sirius kept it going.

“My knight in shining armor!” He winked, standing up. His smile faltered as your hand slipped out of his, but you didn’t notice because it only lasted a moment, “Get better fast, alright?”

“Oh, I’ll be better just in time to attend my classes.”

“Lucky you. I guess I’ll see you then.”

“In that case, lucky you.”

Sirius chuckled, opening his mouth to speak but was interrupted. 

“Mr. Black, what are you still doing here?” Madam Pomfrey’s voice boomed through the hospital wing. 

“That’s my cue,” Sirus saluted, speed walking away from the scene. 

The smiles you had after detention were nothing compared to your expressions now. The looks in your eyes alone could brighten someone’s day, and Madam Pomfrey seemed to notice.

“He’s awfully concerned. Very sweet of your boyfriend to come visit.” She said, trying to strike up a conversation while she checked up on you. 

“What? Oh, no no no. He didn’t even know my last name a few minuted ago so how- uh, I mean we’re not, uh, I mean we-we are just friends.” You stammered awkwardly.

“My mistake. You’ve just got that look about you. And he seems to want more as well.” Madam Pomfrey continued. 

“That’s doubtful,” you nearly snorted. Why would Sirius Black have feelings for you? You just met.

“Well, do you want more?” She asked. 

What was she? A life coach? 

“You are recovering quite well,” Madame Pomfrey changed the subject, “You’ll be able to attend breakfast in the Great Hall tomorrow.”

You nodded to show you understood, but couldn’t bring any words to leave your throat. You were too busy thinking.

Specifically, thinking about what the answer was to Madam Pomfrey’s question. And honestly? You had no idea.

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Next Part

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so i'm running late on eris week day 5... Hold on guys. I have a few hours still...

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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