I Didn't Ask For This (part Seven)

I Didn't Ask For This (part seven)

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Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: Thanks to all the anons who gave me ideas for this! I love you all soo much. Also, the dress is not too scandalous (because girlie would have a heart attack if it were) but enough to make him drool😉

And, also, this one is mostly Nesta and reader's friendship and fluff, but there will be an angsty part soon where babygirl slaps babyboi so bear with me.

Edit: Okay yall, the thing I wrote above? It was before I started writing, and now, let me tell you, there is some angst and sadness too, near the end. I was actually planning for the parts from now on to be mostly fluffy, but this new story line is pretty good too, and filled with angst 😌 and who doesn't love some angst?

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Y/n sat calmly on Nesta's bed, sipping tea as Nesta threw her clothes out from her wardrobe, searching for something she deemed suitable for the dinner date Y/n was going on with Azriel.

Y/n was going to wear one of her everyday dresses, but when Nesta was told about the dinner, she started panicking as if Y/n was going to a war.

When Y/n said as much, Nesta had flicked her hair back and said, 'there is not much difference between the two. You always take part in it to win.'

And of course, no one could argue with Nesta, so here they were.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Nesta came and plopped down next to Y/n, sighing. Y/n set aside her empty tea cup before turning to her.

"And? Did you find something that suited your preferences?" Nesta shook her head sadly before she sat up, excited once more.

"I can ask Mor for something."

"Nesta–"

Y/n didn't have a chance to speak before Nesta was running out of the room. Y/n shook her head and leaned back against the headboard, thinking of what would happen at the dinner.

Soon, Nesta had come back with a black fitted dress. It would have been okay if not for the thin straps that were holding it up and the neckline that concealed nothing.

"You want me to wear that? No. Not happening."

"Come on! It's a beautiful dress! Just for tonight. I won't force you to wear anything again."

Y/n contemplated for a moment before shrugging and taking the dress. When she had changed into it, Nesta forced her to sit in front of the vanity and started doing her hair. It was so elaborate that with every passing moment, Y/n's fear of whether she'd be able to undo it herself increased.

Only time would tell.

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"Okay, so let's go over this again. If he tries to do something you don't like, what will you do?" Nesta stood next to Y/n, ticking things off on her fingers. She'd been at it long enough that Y/n wondered if she should just go to sleep and cancel the dinner with her husband.

"Nesta! We've been doing this for the past couple of hours! I get what you're trying to say!" When Nesta just stared at her, Y/n sighed. "I tell him I don't like it?"

"No! See, you say you understand what I'm saying, then get all the wrong answers!"

"Then what is the correct answer?"

"You kick him between the legs and run away–"

"Nesta, no–"

"Nesta yes. That's what you will do. Understand?" When Y/n nodded exasperatedly, Nesta continued. "Let's go over this again because you don't pay attention to me. Okay, so–"

Footsteps sounded and Azriel appeared. And, even though Y/n wasn't really excited or interested in going out with him, she still sent out a prayer of thanks to the Nother. Because the longer he took to come, the longer Nesta would go on and on about the subtle art of kicking males.

He suddenly stopped short, his eyes surveying Y/n from head to toe. His lips parted as he slowly looked up into her eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his neck and face flushed. He held a bouquet of flowers in his slack hand. He was wearing a finely tailored suit, which fit him in all the perfect ways, showing off his powerful and beautiful body.

Nesta suddenly snapped her fingers, effectively bringing out the couple from the daze they had been in.

Y/n looked away, blushing, as Azriel cleared his throat. He extended the bouquet to his wife, his face becoming redder as she took it. "For y–" He began, but Nesta cut him off.

"She knows it's for her, obviously."

Azriel blinked, taken aback, before nodding. "I think it'd be best if you–"

"You want me to keep that in your room? I doubt you'd be able to do much with those flowers in your hand." Nesta cut in again, not bothering to hide her glee. Y/n nodded slowly, her eyes jumping between the two in front of her as Nesta took the flowers from her. Azriel stared at a spot behind Y/n, his jaw hard.

"I think we should get–" As he began, Nesta spoke up again, to no ones surprise.

"It's getting late. You should leave–"

"Nesta." Azriel said in a dangerously soft voice, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Don't you have something to do other than talk about kicking a male and interrupting people when they talk?"

Nesta stared at him, indifferent, her eyebrows raised. Y/n looked away, hiding her small smile behind her hand as she pretended to facepalm.

Finally, after the battle Azriel was engaged in ended–thank the cauldron– he stepped forward and held out his hands. Behind him, Y/n saw Nesta wink at her with a mischievous grin. Y/n smiled back, shaking her head an she took Azriel's hand and he pulled her closer.

They took off into the night air, his hands clutching her tight. The flight to the place he had decided was quiet.

As soon as they landed, he offered her his arm, which she eyed suspiciously before turning away. She could practically feel his embarrassment, self consciousness and awkwardness as he lowered the arm and led her to a table in the back.

From the looks of it, this place was expensive. From the numerous chandeliers and the seating to the cutlery and the finest details on the walls and the designs and the architecture, everything screamed expensive.

He pulled out a seat for her, but she walked to the other one and sat herself down. His face was red a he sat down opposite her. As they ordered their food, Azriel asked the waiter to not use peas as Y/n wasn't really fond of peas.

Y/n's eyes were slightly wide as she regarded Azriel. How did he know? When she said as much, he smiled and explained, "I remember you used to complain about how much you despised peas."

"My preferences could have changed." She pointed out.

His smile faltered. "I'm so sorry, I just assumed–"

"It's okay." She cut him off. "I still don't like them."

The dinner was mostly silent despite Azriel's continuous efforts. Whenever he said something, she just hummed or nodded. When he asked her something, she gave short one word answers.

She didn't want to talk to him, and even though she had agreed to have dinner with him, there had been no promises about talking to him. So she stayed quiet, focusing on the food and occasionally finding him staring at her outfit, his lips parted or him biting them. When he realised he was caught, he would return to his food, his face redder than before.

And, despite her initial resentment of the dress she was wearing, she didn't regret wearing it, if it meant she would get to see this flustered side of him.

Soon, they were done and leaving the restraunt when he spoke up.

"Would you like to take a walk and explore Velaris?" From the look in his eyes, he expected her to say yes. And she would've if she didn't hate him. But she did, and so she wanted to spend minimal time with him.

"No. I would like to go home."

"Oh– okay." He looked away for a moment before picking her up and leaping onto the air. While the ride to the restraunt has been comfortable, the ride back was anything but. It was so tense that a blunt knife could have cut through it.

When they landed on the balcony, she turned to walk away. The tension finally exploded. Or Azriel did. Same thing.

He caught her wrist and tugged her to him, her back against his front as his arm wrapped around her, just below her chest.

"What's the matter with you?" He murmured in her ear, his hot breath washing over her face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She grunted, trying to get free.

"Is it Nesta? Did she tell you to ignore me?"

"Obviously not. Why would she–"

"Then why? Why have you been so cold towards me? Can't you see I'm trying to make this work? You're making it difficult to–"

"I'm just doing what we agreed to. You wanted to have dinner with me, I did. There was no mention of talking to you."

Finally, she managed to free herself from his suddenly slack hold, and when she turned to him, her chest heaving, she found him gaping at her.

"Are you serious?" He whispered, emotions swirling in his beautiful eyes.

Y/n looked away, knowing she was hurting him. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't hand her heart over so easily, knowing if she did, he would have the power over her, and she couldn't let anyone have that power, not so soon after having her first taste of freedom.

He started laughing, her head whipping to him. He took a step back, then another, turning as silver lined his eyes. He leaned on his palms that rested on the railings, shaking his head, grinning like a maniac. He was quiet for a few moments.

"If you don't want to give me a chance, then just say so. I'll leave you alone. Don't need to pretend–"

"I wasn't–"

"Don't. Fucking don't. I get it. You don't want to be with me. You don't even want to try. Just say the words and I'll leave you alone. Don't need to toy with my heart."

"And what of my heart, Azriel? What if you break my heart?"

"I won't! Why do you think everyone, I, have an obsession with breaking your heart? Why–"

"Because you have done it before Azriel! And I don't think I could handle another heartbreak–"

He whipped around, stepping into her, making her crane her head back to look at him. His head was bent to look at her, their noses nearly touching. "I apologised for that already! And I'm trying to right the wrongs! What else do I need to do to gain your trust? Will hurting me help? You know what? Here." He pulled out the only dagger that he had on him and wrapped her hand around the hilt. She tried to pull away, her eyes wide and her heart beating loudly. But his hold was firm as he put the dagger to his chest, his eyes blazing.

"Stab me. Hurt me. Kill me if that's what it takes for you to–" He didn't finish the sentence, his chest heaving. "Do it." She shook her head, her eyes prickling. He huffed and turned away again, leaning on the railing. "Leave, Y/n. And don't worry, I won't bother you again."

Y/n's chest caved at the emotion in his voice, which shook and broke on the last part. She didn't mean to hurt him, and she knew she should clarify why she couldn't trust him.

Her hand rose, shaking.

But just before she could place it on his tense shoulder, she stopped. Would it help? If she told him the reason, would it mend the wounds she had unknowingly inflicted? She didn't think it would.

So she curled her hand into a fist and let it drop back to her side, stepping back and turning away. She needed some time alone, both of them did. She'd talk to him tomorrow.

And as she walked away, she let the tears slip from her eyes.

But she didn't know that behind her, her husband also let the tears flow, his heart aching.

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seven minutes in heaven | a slytherin series.

author's note: if you couldn't already tell, i'm in a slytherin kick. please enjoy seven minutes in heaven feat. blaise, draco, enzo, mattheo, and theo a.k.a my favorite serpents 💚

blaise.

at first, blaise had no interest in the game, but then pansy mentioned that you were playing as well and that was all it took for him to cave.

pansy's dorm was packed to the brim, but blaise was not about to risk missing his chance.

although he acted bored as pansy spun the bottle, blaise was secretly hoping it would land on you.

when you were paired together, he kept his excitement to himself, ushering you into pansy's closet with a slight smirk. "after you, love."

before pansy closed the door, she winked. "here's your chance, y/n. show zabini how us slytherin girls do it."

you rolled your eyes affectionately. the fact that you were conveniently paired with the boy you'd been crushing on all year was definitely not a coincidence. salazar bless that meddlesome pansy parkinson.

blaise was cool, calm, and collected. you two sat in the closet, shooting the shit while passing a flask full of ogden's.

"it's juvenile, really," blaise said as he took a pull of firewhiskey. "such a childish game."

you hummed in agreement before taking a swig. the liquor burned, but it felt nice. you felt free and loose, like you didn't have a bloody care in the world. "that's too bad, zabini. i would've happily made out with you."

the most elegant and refined sixth year in slytherin actually choked. blaise recovered quickly though, downing every last drop of ogden's. "i suppose if i had to kiss anyone tonight, i'd want it to be you."

"then what are you waiting for, blaise?"

blaise did not need to be told twice. he pulled you against him, his lips pressed firmly against yours. you smiled into the kiss, savoring the taste of cinammon and whiskey.

merlin's beard, the boy knew how to bloody kiss.

blaise wasn't like any of the other boys you've kissed before. they were awkward and fumbling, but everything blaise did was laced with confidence and certainty.

he pressed you against the door, his fingers curving under your jaw so he could tilt your head up to get a better angle. your knees nearly buckled from how sexy it was.

the seven minutes passed way too quickly. when blaise heard pansy's warning, he brushed your hair back and pulled down your sweater.

your friends wolf-whistled as you sat back down, lips still tingling from the kiss. blaise would definitely smile to himself every time he caught sight of your dazed expression.

to top it off, he'd wink at you from across the room, which only made you feel more flustered.

blaise thought that maybe seven minutes in heaven wasn't so childish after all.

draco.

on the outside, draco would appear as cocky and arrogant as ever, but on the inside, he was absolutely freaking the fuck out.

despite spending the entire night teasing you, draco never thought that the two of you would actually get paired together, which was entirely idiotic of him seeing as how there was only a small group of slytherins participating.

yeah, he definitely did not think this through.

blaise, the bloody git, was outright smirking as he closed the cupboard door. "don't fuck it up, mate," said zabini.

draco responded with a lovely middle finger before following after you.

the common room cupboard was tiny. it was full of coats, journals, and even a few outdated broomsticks. draco had to hunch so his head wouldn't hit the ceiling. he could hear you shuffling around in the dark.

"make yourself useful and help me find the light, malfoy."

draco scoffed. "you're awfully bossy for someone who can't even reach the switch."

"yes, but i'm the perfect height to knee you in the crotch. now turn the light on if you ever want to have kids in the future."

yellow, hazy light flooded the small cupboard as draco flipped the switch. there was hardly any space between you and draco could smell the intoxicating scent of your strawberry shampoo. strange, it smelled exactly like amortentia.

you sighed, crossing your arms. "well? let's get this snog over with, then."

"you know girls usually fall over themselves to snog draco malfoy."

you rolled your eyes. "one, referring to yourself in the third person is extremely deranged. two, the only way i'd fall over right now is if one of these brooms knocked me unconscious, which actually sounds preferable at the moment."

draco smirked. cruel, ruthless woman. the fact that he was aroused by your insults probably said more about his psyche than he cared to ponder. "you're kind of hot when you're insulting me."

"i'm always insulting you, malfoy."

"yeah," he said, licking his lips. "i guess i'm a bit of a masochist."

the strangest thing happened. you laughed. as in, actually laughed. draco wanted to bottle that sound and carry it around with him.

"just kiss me, draco."

"yes ma'am."

you didn't know what you were expecting. but it wasn't this.

one second you were standing underneath that pale, yellow light and then the next thing you knew, you were pinned against the wall with draco's mouth on yours.

the kiss was rough and demanding. several things clattered to the floor, but you paid it no mind as the cold kiss of draco's heirloom ring pressed against your hip. you gasped as he lifted you up with ease, hooking your legs around his waist.

draco trailed kisses along your jaw, turning your chin sharply so he could show your neck equal attention. merlin's fucking pants, if draco hadn't been holding you up, you probably would've collapsed.

when you gasped in surprise, draco ceased the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. salazar be damned, but you kissed malfoy back with as much passion and heat that he kissed you with.

you were still mid-makeout when the door opened. draco looked at you, then your circle of friends who were currently gaping at the two of you, then back at you again. for once, the two of you seemed to move in sync as you slammed the door shut.

"fuck off, zabini," draco said before kissing you again.

enzo.

enzo had no idea how he got roped into this.

all he wanted was to study in the common room, but the night had taken a sharp turn and now he was currently watching the bottle spin to see who he'd be going into the closet with.

enzo sighed. he really should've gone to the library.

but then he looked up and found you smiling at him and suddenly homework didn't seem as important.

when the bottle landed on you, enzo blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. mattheo clapped him on the back. "come on, mate. don't keep y/n waiting."

there wasn't a single thought in his head as mattheo shoved the two of you in the closet. it was pitch black in there, save for the greenish light seeping in from underneath the door. he could barely makeout your shape as you sat cross-legged on the floor.

"might as well make ourselves comfortable."

enzo nodded and slid down beside you. there was barely any room, but he didn't really mind. it was kind of nice.

"i'm sorry if the guys pressured you into playing," you said, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. "i know you really wanted to study."

enzo smiled. "it's alright. this is actually kind of fun." he nudged your knee with his. "plus, if i had to be stuck in a closet with anyone, i'm glad it's you."

he was pleased to see you smile. "i'm glad it's you too."

the two of you spent the rest of the time talking and generally just having a good time with one another. you didn't kiss, but you didn't mind at all. enzo was sweet and funny and so incredibly cute.

when the game finally died down, you and enzo were the only ones left in the common room. it was nearly midnight and as much as you wanted to stay up talking, you knew the two of you needed to rest.

"we should probably go to sleep," you said with a yawn.

enzo nodded, offering you his hand so that you could peel yourself out of the comfortable couch. you stumbled as you got to your feet, but luckily enzo caught you. his strong arms wrapped around your middle as he steadied you.

"y/n?" enzo murmured softly. his brown eyes sparkled in the dark, like pools of honey.

"yes?"

"i really want to kiss you."

your heart stuttered in your chest. "i really want to kiss you too, enzo."

enzo smiled before gently pressing his lips against yours. you melted into his arms as butterflies erupted in your stomach. the kiss was soft and sweet, like a scene out of those muggle movies that hermione liked so much.

it was so damn romantic.

he pulled away and caressed your cheek. "i hope you don't mind that i waited all night," enzo said. "i didn't want our first kiss to have an audience."

you raised a brow. "first? as in, more to follow?"

enzo nodded. "good night, y/n," he said, kissing your cheek. "and to be continued."

you chuckled. "to be continued."

mattheo.

out of all the boys in slytherin, the bloody bottle would land on mattheo. mattheo fucking riddle. your sworn mortal enemy and the actual bane of your existence.

to top it all off, the arsehole was acting like seven minutes in a closet with you was worse than an azkaban sentence.

(he actually hexed the bottle to land on you)

but he'd never willingly admit that. so he marched into that dark closet with a frown. the second the door closed, the two of you were at it.

"just my fucking luck," you exclaimed. "i would get stuck in here with you."

"i'm not exactly thrilled to be in this position either, sweetheart."

"oh fuck off, riddle," you said with a scoff. "don't act like this isn't part of one of your sick, sadistic little fantasies when it's just you and your hand late at night."

mattheo couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about you that utterly intrigued him. a morbid curiosity of sorts. you weren't scared of him. every insult he threw at you, you returned with equal venom. you were fiery, ruthless, and deliciously violent.

mattheo cornered you, smirking as he leaned down to get in your face. "you have no idea what i fantasize about, darling." satisfaction coursed through his veins at the utter malice in your gaze. "and it's definitely not just me and my hand at night. though i am quite skilled with my fingers. would you like to see?"

"you disgust me."

"yeah?" mattheo taunted, his voice cool and low. "then why are you moving closer?"

"because there's no bloody room in this closet!" you said, pushing against his chest. despite the strength you put behind it, the stupid wanker didn't even budge.

“you don’t want to push me, y/n.” mattheo said, grasping your wrist. “not tonight.”

“don’t tell me what to do, riddle.” you said, poking his chest.

“you’re poke.

not poke.

the poke.

boss poke.

of poke.

me!” surprise: poke.

was provoking your nemesis in a small, enclosed space the smartest thing you’ve ever done? no. was it bloody satisfying to watch the vein on riddle’s forehead nearly burst in anger? hell fucking yes.

“shut up,” he growled, pinning you in place. “for once in your life, just shut up.”

you bared your teeth at him. “make me, mattheo.”

you said his name. you never said his name.

it was always riddle or arsehole or motherfucker, but not mattheo. never mattheo.

whatever restraint he might’ve had went out the window. salazar fucking save him, mattheo had never been more turned on in his life.

something in him snapped.

you yelped as your back hit the wall. mattheo’s body collided with yours just as your lips clashed together. the kiss was an argument. it wasn’t soft or sweet or the slightest bit romantic. oh no, this was warfare.

all of the anger and frustration you’ve felt towards mattheo channeled itself into pure, unadulterated lust. you tugged at his hair, pulling him closer as his hands slipped underneath your blouse.

“i hate your stupid curly hair,” you muttered against his mouth. “you should really get a bloody haircut.”

“yeah?” mattheo said, grazing your jaw with his teeth. he tugged at your braid. “i hate this fucking ponytail. no wonder you’re such an uptight little know it all, this damn thing’s cutting the circulation to your head.”

“it’s a french braid, not a ponytail.” you retorted with an eye roll. “if you’re going to insult me, you might as well do it right.”

“god you’re so fucking annoying when you correct me.” mattheo said, sucking at the sensitive spot below your earlobe. you whimpered in response, surprising yourself at how breathy and pathetic you sounded.

“fuck, y/n. you don’t even know what you fucking do to me.”

“then shut up and show me.”

it was all hands and lips and tongues and teeth. for two people who claimed to be sworn enemies, you and mattheo couldn’t seem to keep your hands off one another.

the closet was in shambles by the the time the two of you pulled away. your hair had come out of its braid. mattheo’s shirt was crinkled from where you’d fisted the material between your fingers. you looked at him. he looked at you. your cheeks were flushed, chests heaving, and your eyes were wild and crazy, filled with a fire that refused to cool.

"this is such a bad fucking idea," you muttered.

mattheo nodded in agreement. "the absolute worst."

"we should quit while we're ahead."

"y/n." mattheo said, his voice low and strained. "there is no fucking way that i'm going to be able to stop kissing you now. not after that."

"but we hate each other."

"i don't hate you, y/n," mattheo nipped at your neck, grinning against your throat. "what i hated was not being able to kiss you like this, but just say the word and i will walk out there and pretend that none of this ever happened, if that's what you really want." those intense brown eyes pierced through you. "but if there's even a small part of you that wants this, then you need to tell me. because i want you. i've always wanted you, y/n."

salazar's fucking save you, why was that the sexiest thing you've ever heard?

"i want you too, mattheo."

mattheo didn't say a word before sweeping you off your feet and marching through the door with you in his arms. you passed your group of friends, who were all experiencing various degrees of shock.

"my room it is then, sweetheart."

theo.

theodore nott was a tease.

there was a science behind flirting that theo had perfected over the years. it was easy, really. throw in a bit of teasing, a sprinkle of touching, and finally, some good old fashioned tension to really top it all off.

he was an expert. the only problem was, so were you.

for once in his life, theo had his wires all crossed. he couldn’t tell whether this thing between you was just harmless flirting or something more. tonight was just another one of those nights.

the two of you were sitting in the common room. theo stretched his legs on the coffee table while you laid your head on his lap. he ran his fingers through your hair, content to keep you company as you continued reading your romance novel.

theo loved teasing you about it. “i don’t know why you’re wasting your time with those books when your prince charming is right here.”

you rolled your eyes, chuckling. “no offense, teddy but you’re more like the sarcastic sidekick.”

what you failed to mention was that the sarcastic sidekick was usually your favorite.

theo gasped dramatically. “plenty of offense taken, y/n!” you giggled as theo tickled your sides.

“oi, stop flirting you two!” mattheo said. “it’s time to play a little game.”

as usual, your friends, heathens that they were, suggested a cheeky bit of seven minutes. theo hadn’t played since he was a third year, so he was definitely up for a little mischief. especially since you were playing too.

so here he was, downing the last bit of ogden’s straight from the bottle before setting it down and taking it for its first spin.

“better make it a good one, teddy,” you said as you perched yourself on his knee. theo responded by pulling you fully into his lap.

this constant back and forth was typical for the both of you, but tonight, the flirting and touching had been dialed up a notch and neither one of you seemed keen to lose.

“i always make it good, darling.”

the bottle landed on you. theo wanted to fucking scream. whether out of terror or excitement, he honestly wasn’t sure.

but he kept his composure long enough to usher you into draco’s closet. “have fun, you two,” the blonde smirked from the doorway. “but not too much fun. i just had those suits cleaned.”

then the insufferable blonde git was gone, leaving the two of you sitting alone in the darkness. never in his life had theo felt so nervous.

“you’re awfully quiet,” you said in a teasing tone. “a first for theo nott, i’d assume.”

theo smirked. “tonight is a night full of firsts for me, it seems.”

“oh please, this can’t be the first time you’ve found yourself stuck in malfoy’s closet with a pretty girl.”

“maybe not,” theo agreed. “but tonight is the first time that i’m sitting here with the one person i actually want to be stuck with.”

“and now that you’re here with me?” you asked, raising a brow in challenge. “what then, theo?”

“i’ve got a few ideas,” theo said as his eyes dipped down to your mouth.

“oh yeah?”

“fuck yeah.”

theo tugged you by the wrist, pulling you into his lap. his lips found yours in the dark, kissing you like a man starved. theo, merlin fucking help you, kissed with his entire body. he gripped your hip with one hand as you straddled his lap while the other hand snaked through your hair, fisting your locks between his slender fingers as he brought you closer. theo groaned as you rocked your hips, and the sound of his moan awakened something dangerous in you.

you looked down at theo, his shaggy brown hair falling over his stormy eyes, his lips parted slightly as he chased your kisses. god, it should be illegal to look as good as he did.

“don’t look at me like that, y/n,” theo said huskily.

you cocked your head. “how am i looking at you, theo?”

“like you might feel a fraction of what i feel for you.”

butterflies erupted in your stomach, flying straight into your heart as theo stared at you with rapt attention. all that bravado fell away, leaving you with a soft, sincere side of theo that you absolutely adored. teddy—your teddy smiled and the sight of it made your heart ache. “i do, theo. i feel it. the whole damn fraction.”

“is that so?” he asked cheekily. “i might need a little more convincing, love.”

you tugged him by his tie, bringing his lips to yours as he smiled into the kiss. theo cradled your face in his hands, nearly toppling the two of you over as he lavished you with kisses. nothing in this world felt better than being in his arms.

theo groaned when he heard draco's warning that your time was up.

you yelped as theo hoisted your over his shoulder, chuckling as he nearly hit his head on the ceiling when he stood up. “no more games,” theo said. “you’re coming with me, little lady.”

"and where are we going, theodore?"

he shrugged. "my room or yours. it doesn't matter as long as i get to keep kissing you."

you flushed as theo carried you through the door. everyone stared in amusement or at least that's what it looked like. it was quite hard to tell from your vantage point.

"y/n and i are leaving," theo announced casually.

you nodded in agreement. "theo's got something to show me."

"yeah, something's up with my wand." you didn't have to look up to know that theo was smirking. cheeky fucker. you pinched his bum, making him yelp in response.

mattheo snorted. "yeah, i'm sure your wand is up, mate."

your friends laughed as you flipped mattheo off. theo smiled proudly. “that’s my girl.”

And I have a thing for your writing 🫠

Eris Week 2023: Rules, Prompts, and FAQ

Welcome to Eris Week 2023! Our goal first and foremost is to embrace the chaotic energy of our favorite Autumn Court Heir. 

This post is intended to serve as a masterpost for the entire event. It will include the dates, prompts, rules, and a FAQ! Make sure to click the read more to get ALL the information!

Prompt List

Day 1: Sunday, September 17th: Brotherhood | Family Day 2: Monday, September 18th: High Lord | Heir Day 3: Tuesday, September 19th: Secrets | Fire Day 4: Wednesday, September 20th: Hounds | Autumn Equinox Day 5: Thursday, September 21st: Dancing | Blood Duel Day 6: Friday, September 22nd: Arranged Marriage | Modern AU Day 7: Saturday, September 23rd: Free Day

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Rules

Eris Week supports all mediums of creativity (art, fics, moodboards, playlists, incorrect quotes, head canons, drabbles, theories, etc)

You can ship Eris with anyone and everyone. This blog is ship neutral and will support all works. Eris x OCs are welcome too! 

There is no restriction on content. You're welcome to post NSFW as long as you tag appropriately.

Be as wild as you like! We’ve included two prompts per day. Feel free to pick one, both or neither. If you need a little extra guidance, click on the prompt day to see a post with some guiding questions to get the gears turning. [This will be happening over the next 3 weeks]. 

We do not tolerate hate. Please do not argue or spread negativity on other creators content during this week. We are here to support one another and celebrate one of our favorite characters! If you are not a fan of Eris, you are welcome to block this blog! Your peace of mind is important as is that of our creators.

We will not reblog or interact with any AI art. 

We will have a Collection (ErisWeek2023) on AO3! Do some double duty and post your masterpiece there too!

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FAQ

How do I participate in Eris Week?

During Eris week please post your content on tumblr. Tag this blog in the main body of your post (@erisweek2023) and tag your post with #erisweek2023. If you are posting on AO3, make sure to add your work to the Eris Week AO3 Collection and post your link here on tumblr.  If we don’t reblog your post within 24 hours, feel free to send us a message with the link! We would never intentionally not reblog someone’s post. 

How can I see all the works posted during Eris Week? 

During Eris week, we will compile a list of all works created for that day and post the following morning, Eastern Time. So, Day 1 we will reblog all Day 1 content. Then we’ll start off Day 2 by posting the Day 1 masterlist and then start reblogging all Day 2 content. This is so we can try to account for multiple timezones. If we miss your post or the link is wrong etc, please reach out and we will fix ASAP.  At the end of the event we will have THE MASTERLIST to rule them all that will contain links to each day’s masterlist. 

If I’m not a creator, how can I support Eris Week?

Leading up to the event, reblog our posts and/ or let your favorite creators know this event is happening! Visibility is incredibly helpful!  Reblog and comment on Eris Vanserra works leading up to and during the event! Supporting work now will encourage creators for the event week itself!  During Eris Week, be sure to leave a nice comment on AO3 works as well! 

I want to participate, but I am nervous! Do you have any advice? 

Character event Weeks are an excellent way to practice your craft, take risks, and explore art in a low stakes environment. Here are some words of wisdom that have helped folks in the past:  When in doubt, start small! Write a drabble, write some bullet points, make a sketch. All of this is 100% accepted and supported during Eris week.  Don’t feel like you have to do something for every day! Pick one or two days that really resonate with you and make content for those days!  Don’t compare yourself with others! It’s hard, especially when well known folks are also participating. But remember, everyone is happy to get any content, especially Eris fans. We’re hungry for anything folks will give us! And one day, you may be that well-known creator ;)  Don’t aim for perfection! Post something with typos, get a canon detail wrong! People will ignore it and love what you’ve made anyways. I am sure that somewhere in these guidelines, there is a typo! Embrace the chaos!  If you’re looking for some reassurance, share your work with a friend ahead of time. Get their feedback! Sometimes a little encouragement can go a long way. Both of the Eris Week organizers are creators and are more than happy to chat with you about ideas, offer advice, or simply cheer you on. 

Wait, so who is in charge of Eris Week?

This blog and the event are being run by @bennylavasbuns and @secret-third-thing.

I have a question that isn’t here!

Feel free to send us asks, we’d love to hear from you all! You can send questions, headcanons, ideas, or anything else! If you have a question you’d like us to answer privately, be sure to let us know in the ask. Otherwise, all other asks will be published on our blog. 

Memories - Azriel (Cassian's POV)

In which Cassian recalls how Azriel knows that Cassian would feel it in his chest if Nesta had died in the Rite.

A/N: Just a little something that was in my head. Does this count as Angst? I think it does! I've taken some liberties with the battle in ACOWAR.

W/C: 1K

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"You'd know if she'd died," Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother's chest with a scarred hand. "Right here - you'd know, Cass." Cassian let out a breath at the Shadowsinger's words. In his fury, in his dread, his worry over Nesta and Feyre and Rhys he'd almost forgotten how Azriel would know that. At his brother's words he was taken back to that fateful day just over a year ago.

Cassian stood on the battlements of the crumbling castle with his brothers. The three of them were bloodied and bruised. Rhys drained almost all of his power in their last stand. "We can't win this." Feyre half sobbed into Rhys' shoulder, clinging to her mate, savoring what she thought were their last moments together. Both of their eyes unfocused and Cassian knew they were saying their goodbyes. He felt more than saw Azriel tense next to him, he knew who Azriel was looking for, his mate who he hadn't seen since their argument the night before over Elain.

Nesta was next to him. If this was his final moments, he was glad she was here, he'd go down before her, he'd go down for her. Nesta gasped and the entire family turned to look at her, she lifted a shaking finger and pointed to the field, empty of the living, both sides having pulled back for a brief reprieve. "Who is that?" Nesta whispered. Something was approaching in the sky, it was bigger than any creature Cassian knew and as it got closer he could see someone was riding atop it.

He saw the talons and scales first. Then he smelt death, fire and brimstone as it flew directly towards them. "It's not possible." Rhys breathed. "It can't be." Amren murmured back to the High Lord. "They went extinct a millennia ago." Sweet Elain let go of Nesta's hand, took a step forward and breathed one word. "Dragon."

Azriel had gone completely still next to him, Cassian knew his brother had figured out who was atop the beast flying for them. He looked to Rhys, who met his eyes and joined Cassian in flanking their brother, they knew what was coming before it came.

The murmuring of the armies behind them grew restless and the energy nervous as three other dragons flanked her. All smaller than the one she rode but Cassian knew he wouldn't want to face any of them as he finally saw the beast up close. Azriel's mate hovering In front of them all. Azriel took a step forward, breathing her name in a plea. Wordlessly, Cassian and his brother both placed a hand on Azriel's shoulder, ready to act when they needed to, Feyre also ready to keep Azriel with them. The beast let out a grumble from deep in its chest, a sound that promised death Cassian thought.

She smiled at Azriel then, wild and feral, Cassian knew it was his brother's favourite. "Live, Azriel." She said and turned to Elain, "Look after him Seer, keep him safe. Don't let him destroy himself." He and Rhys tightened their grip on their brother as Azriel realised her plan and started to pull away from them. Cassian had never heard Azriel sound as broken as he did when he repeated her name. "You found me, Az, living like a wildling in the Middle, you gave me a life and taught me everything, now you must live. My friends and I will buy you the chance to do that." A single tear ran down her face. His little wildling is what Azriel called her, Cassian recalled. "Let's go." She spoke quietly to the beast, she took one last look at Azriel who was fighting to get to her now. "I love you, Azriel." And she was gone, flying towards death on the back of a beast that shouldn't exist.

They watched it happen, Rhys had one of Azriel's arms, he had the other. Varian had helped them restrain him, it was the first and only time Azriel nearly broke both of their holds on him. They watched the smaller dragons fall first, having taken massive parts of Hybern with them. Azriel's knees gave out when she finally went down, then he began to scream. Cassian had never heard a sound like it, not from his brother, not from anyone. Azriel lost all fight then as he collapsed, Mor was there instantly, cradling him like a babe, Elain nearby, Feyre doing her best to offer soothing words. Azriel clawed at his chest as the bond faded, then the pain of it took his consciousness completely.

She'd done what she had promised she'd do and she'd bought them a chance, they formed the lines one final time, Amren and Feyre going for the cauldron. Mor had winnowed Azriel and Elain back to camp and left them there and she returned to join the lines. Rhys gave them one last command before they advanced. "Bring her home. Prythians savior deserves to rest at home."

Cassian came back to the present to find Azriel giving him a knowing look, as if his brother knew what he'd just re-lived. Neither brother said anything for a moment and then Cassian asked, "How do you do it? Go on?" Azriel stopped sharpening Truth Teller and sheathed it at his thigh, "Because Rhys commanded me too." Cassian hadn't known that. "I still see her every night, re-live that last argument and I watch her die, feel her die." Cassian had no words for his brother. "Nesta will not meet the same fate." Azriel told him.

Cassian threw himself at his brother and Azriel allowed a rare hug. He needed Azriel to know he was sorry for his loss, needed him to know that he was so thankful everyday that he was still here and needed to thank him for his words and reassurance but he couldn't find the words, so he held his brother instead and sent a prayer to the Mother for Nesta, for Emerie and Gywn and finally for his brother, that he might know love again one day when he was ready.

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Y’all, I can’t find it. Someone help.

It’s like Tom riddles daughter (reader) keeps getting bullied and she makes a deal with the marauders. So she like gives them sex or something and they keep her from getting bullied. Then something happen and pictures get out and idk what happens after that. It’s multiple chapters. Pleasesseeeee help

When you can’t find that one marauders fic you really want to read and you’ve went through all the 103 people you follow and are about to go through your 978 likes….