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I Didn't Ask For This (part eight)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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, azzie sulking about (lmao), none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: okay, guys, first things first, I'm so sorry for the delay in this part. I just couldn't get to writing it and for the past few days I have had a lot of work to do. And, the part everyone's been waiting for is here. The slap is here. 😌

Enjoy!

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It had been a week since Y/n had walked away from Azriel and left him alone on that balcony. Everything had gone back to the way it was before, with him doing his best to ignore her and her doing the same. The only difference was, he cared for her now, and she could see it in anything he did.

Filling her glass of water or filling her cup of tea at meal times. Not pretending that she didn't exist. Helping her and instructing her when training with other priestesses. So that was... progress?

As she stepped through the door to the training area, her eyes immediately started searching for her husband without her permission. But he wasn't in his usual spot in the corner of the ring. No, he was in the middle of the ring, sparring with Cassian.

And he was shirtless.

It wasn't as if she had never seen someone shirtless. Having a brother and living in a camp, it was an everyday occurrence.

But seeing Azriel was different. The way his muscles flexed as he spun and attacked Cassian, the way sweat dripped down them. It gave her butterflies.

"Not hard on the eye, don't you think?" Nesta murmured, startling Y/n. "Or are you too busy drooling over him to form coherent thoughts?"

"Shut up." Y/n mumbled. That was when she noticed that there were no priestesses, including Gwyn. "Where are the others?"

"They had some ceremony today. And Emerie had important business in her camp. It's just the four of us today."

Y/n nodded, then realised that would mean that she would have all of Azriel's attention on her. Her mouth dried.

Nesta and she started with some warmup exercises while the Illyrians finished off their sparring. When they were done, Cassian sent her a cheeky grin and a wink as she walked to Azriel. Y/n shook her head, exasperated.

Azriel was waiting for her when she neared him. And when he looked up, she knew today was going to be one hell of a day.

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Y/n panted, crouching for a moment. She had discarded the upper jacket that she had worn that morning on a nearby bench. She was sure if she squeezed all the sweat from her body, it would rival the water of the Sidra.

Azriel had shown her absolutely no mercy today, with all his undivided attention upon her.

"Tired already?" Azriel asked, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Y/n gaped. "What do you mean already tired? It's been hours since we started. Atleast 5 hours, if you ask me."

He raised a brow. "Actually, its barely been over an hour."

"Excuse me? You're lying."

"No I'm not."

"Hey Y/n!" Nesta called before she could answer. Y/n turned to her and Cassian. "I have some work to do in the library and Cassian has a meeting with Rhys. We're leaving. Is that okay with you? You can come with me if you want."

Y/n shook her head. "You go. I'll go and get some rest after this."

Nesta nodded, waving to her and exiting the training area with Cassian on her heels, wiggling his brows at Y/n. She tried to scowl at him, but couldn't. He was just too adorable.

Azriel was looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face. He brushed a stand of hair back from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek. She felt butterflies erupt in her stomach.

But then he went rigid, a muscle feathering in his jaw. She noticed his shadows thickening around him, hiding him from view.

And then her eyes flitted to the arch that led into the training area, where the middle Archeron sister had appeared. She smiled in that perfect manner of hers when Azriel glanced at her.

"Azriel." Her said in her lilting and melodic voice. "Its been weeks since we talked. Where have you been?"

He studied her for a minute before turning back to Y/n. "I've been busy."

A flash of hurt crossed Elain's features before she smiled again. She placed a hand on his shoulder and Y/n looked away.

"I think I'm done with training today. Have a good day." Y/n said, making a beeline for the arch, ignoring the sound of protest azriel made behind her.

She raced down the steps, heart beating wildly. But then she remembered that she had left her jacket back on the bench near where she was training. She felt weirdly naked without it.

Cursing herself, she turned back, practically flying up the stairs, praying and hoping she wouldn't find them doing something she couldn't handle.

But, as said before, her life never went as she wanted it to.

When she emerged in the training area, she found the middle Archeron sister standing in the exact same spot Y/n had been in a few moments prior. And they were kissing. Elain was all over Azriel, his hands holding her waist.

An involuntary gasp escaped Y/n, and it must have been loud as Azriel pulled back and turned to her. He paled.

"Y/n–" She ignored him, walking straight to the jacket lying near him and donning it. When she turned to leave, he tried to get her attention again, to no avail. And so he caught her wrist.

Before she knew what she was doing, she whipped around and her hand flew up. She only realised what she had done when her palm started stinging and Azriel stumbled back, landing on the bench where her jacket had been.

He stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth gaping like a fish.

She had slapped him.

It was completely unexpected. She didn't mean to slap him. She wanted to apologise, but she stopped herself.

"Don't play with my life Azriel. One moment, you look like you actually want me, the next, you turn around and kiss her. This is not a game, Shadowsinger."

"Y/n– I swear it is not what it looks like. I can explain. I–"

But Y/n couldn't stand to be in his presence anymore, so she left.

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Night descended swiftly on Velaris, and Y/n found herself sitting next to Nesta while eating dinner. She hadn't told Nesta about what she'd witnessed yet. She didn't have the energy.

Azriel was nowhere to be seen. And, even though Y/n was happy about it, she couldn't help but wonder where he was.

After dinner, as she was about to step into her room, a shadow darted in front of her face, making her stop in her tracks. It looked frantic as it flew around Y/n before flying towards the general direction of where the training area was supposed to be.

Her brow furrowed. It looked like the shadow wanted her to follow. And so despite the fatigue weighing her down, she followed it.

It took her straight to the stairwell that led to the training area and up it. She slowed down when she heard voices coming from beyond the arch.

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't want anything to do with you!" That was Azriel.

"Az–" Y/n froze. That was Elain.

"No Elain. I am married. And I want to have a relationship with my wife. Why can't you understand–"

"You didn't want her–"

"Now I do! I want her."

"What does she have that I don't?"

"It's not about being better than the other. She is my wife, and I want to get to know her."

"But she doesn't like you."

"Yeah well, she might have started to like me if you hadn't kissed me this morning. We might have had a chance at ahappy life, and now you've ruined it. She will never want me again, all thanks to you. Are you happy now?"

"Then tell me you didn't want me to kiss you."

Y/n peeked around the arch to see them standing near a practice dummy. He was shirtless and gaping at her. "Me telling you to not kiss me was not enough? Me trying to step away, push you away when you kissed me was not enough? Fine. Listen closely Elain, because I will not repeat it again. I. Do. Not. Want. You. And nor did I want you to kiss me. I did not enjoy it."

Elain stared at him for a moment before turning and marching straight towards the arch. She looked furious. When she got closer, she realised Y/n was standing in the arch. Elain sneered at her, bumping her shoulder harshly on the way out.

Y/n watched her go with her mind spinning.

Azriel had been forcibly kissed by Elain. He hadn't wanted it, despite what she had believed.

A thump sounded from below, and Y/n looked down to find a first aid box her her feet. She frowned, but then that little shadow came to hover around her face before darting to Azriel.

That was when she saw that Azriel was sitting down on a bench, his head in his hands. There was a small puddle of dark liquid beneath his feet, some of it dripping down his hands.

With a jolt of horror, Y/n realised it was his blood. Drops of it led to the training dummy, and she summarised that he had been punching the dummy for so long that his hands started bleeding.

She picked the box by her feet, walking to where he sat. He looked up when she came near, his eyes widening slightly. He said nothing as she kneeled in front of him, opening the box and setting it next to her. He watched her as she took his hands and examined them, starting to work on him.

She knew how to patch wounds up, from the most tiniest to fatal wounds. She was the one that mostly patched her brother up.

She worked in complete silence the whole time, except for when azriel had hissed in pain when she was applying a gel into his wounds.

When she was done, she surveyed his hands. Then she finally glanced up.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you." She mumbled quietly.

He smiled faintly. "I deserved it." He said back, equally quiet.

"That you did." She nodded. A surprised laugh left him, some of the tension bleeding from his shoulder.

They didn't say anything for a long time before she gathered all the supplies and the box vanished. As she stood up to return to her room, she paused.

She wanted this to work, she knew that. And she knew that he wanted th same thing. So, mustering all the courage she had, she glanced back at him. He hadn't moved, staring at her.

"I hope the offer to take a tour of Velaris still holds?" It was a peace offering. She knew they needed to sit and have a long chat about everything, but for now, neither of them were ready for a heart to heart. They might have been friends before, but they didn't know each other now. They needed to understand what the other had become in the last five centuries to understand each other.

His brows furrowed. "What..." But then he perked up, his eyes lit up with precious hope. "The offer still stands."

"Thank the cauldron." She smiled. "Tomorrow?"

"Whenever you say."

"You've lived here. What do you suggest?"

"Morning is a good time, though its prettier in the night." He searched her eyes.

"Well... I guess we have no option but to spend the whole day in the city, don't you think?" A bright, beautiful grin spread on his face as he nodded eagerly. "Be ready after breakfast then, Shadowsinger."

As she walked down the steps, she could hear faint cheers coming from behind her, and she smiled.

A little of the weight she seemed to carry around everywhere lessened.

And she knew this was the right choice.

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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.”

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity <3

oh my, okay. So I already did one and got two more, I can just give more things ig?

Violin

music!

drawing

food 🙃

my brother

Could you do one with Rhys and where reader has a small fear of heights? Like he would totally tease her about her fear but also wants to help her get over it because well, her mate is half Illyrian and has wings but she does like to go flying with him.

Yessss, writing for Rhys is so much fun! This one is a bit silly lol

You felt the incessant tugging on the bond that told you Rhysand wanted you to go to him. You sighed deeply, rolled your eyes towards Mor who occupied the twin armchair to yours before the fire, and made your way out onto the balcony to find Rhys, Cassian and Azriel hovering a few feet away from the edge with their beautiful wings beating calmly.

“What are you boys up to?” You grumbled as you passed the threshold of the door.

“Hello darling. We are trying to finish our rematch but we need a referee as Cassian keeps halting play,” Rhys drawled accusingly towards his brother.

“Only because you two keep working together to make me lose, which is cheating!” exclaimed Cassian, throwing the ball at Azriel’s head only for his shadows to swoop up and catch it for him. “And Azriel keeps using his shadows!”

Your rolled your eyes once again. The three Illyrians had been playing this stupid ballgame for centuries, and it still caused endless arguments and rematches every time they played. The purpose of the game was to fly with the ball from one side of the house of wind to the other without losing the ball or dropping too much in altitude. The other two would try to stop the one with the ball, and once they lost possession, whoever took it would take his turn. Usually Amren acted as referee as she was the most impartial but she was hauled up in her apartment with Varian for the weekend and had made very detailed threats against anyone who might disturb them.

“I don’t even know the rules, how am I supposed to referee?” you directed your question to your mate as he landed on the balcony before you and put his arm around your shoulder to guide you closer to the railing.

“It’s easy, you just shout whenever two people team up against the other, or the person with the ball flies too low or too high. Here, I’ll perch you on the railing so you can see properly,” he offered, preparing to scoop you up.

“No! I-I mean I can see from here perfectly fine, I don’t need to be up there,” you protested, backing away from Rhys and raising a hand in front you to maintain some distance between you both.

Rhys frowned, not used to you flinching away from him for any reason. Cassian and Azriel flittered marginally closer as well in an instinctive response to the panic radiating from you.

“My love, what’s wrong?” Rhys asked.

“Nothing, I’ll just referee from here. It’s more sheltered from the wind,” you responded, trying to sound breezy and relaxed. You stepped back towards your mate and gave him a kiss on the cheek before ushering him towards his brothers, but he didn’t budge and continued frowning at you as though trying to solve a difficult puzzle. The silence was broken by Cassian’s sudden loud laugh.

“Don’t tell me the high lady of the night court is scared of heights,” he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Of course she’s not, she’s been flying with me lots of times,” Rhysand responded on your behalf before looking down at you for confirmation. You just looked sheepishly back at him. “Sweetheart you’re not scared of heights, are you?”

“I’m not scared, I just… prefer to be on the ground,” you defended yourself, much to Cassian and Azriel’s amusement.

“But all those times I took you flying?” Rhys was still looking utterly perplexed by your confession.

“You love it and I love you so I close my eyes and just focus on my breathing. It’s not so bad when you’re holding me but I would really rather not sit on the edge of a railing from which I might fall to my death,” you explained, hoping his feelings weren’t hurt.

“You know one of us would catch you before you’d even made it past the library window,” Azriel pointed out, having elbowed Cassian in an unsubtle hint to stop laughing.

“I know, I didn’t say it was a rational fear. I just don’t like heights,” you shrugged towards the shadowsinger. Unfortunately, while your attention was elsewhere, you missed the silent conversation happening between your mate and the General who was still hovering in midair.

“Please forgive me for this darling.” Before you could register what was happening, or even scream, Rhys had hoisted you into him arms and taken flight. Once there was nothing below you, he dipped you down slightly before launching you into the air. For a split second, there was nothing holding you. Just the chilly wind and the damp air caressed you as you seemed to float for a breath before beginning to plummet towards the earth. In one more half-moment, another set of warm tattooed arms snatched you out of the air and your wild eyes met the grinning face of Cassian.

You were too winded to speak and this time, you barely had time to panic when his arms disappeared from under you and dropped you into the waiting embrace of Azriel ten feet below. This time, you immediately wound your arms tightly round the Illyrian’s neck.

“What the hell?!” You screeched, your face red from the wind and your entire body shaking from adrenaline.

“We’re sorry, we’re sorry! But you can’t be the mate of an Illyrian if you’re scared of heights!” Rhysand apologised, holding out his arms in an attempt to remove you from Azriel’s hold. But you kept your grip tight as you glared at him. “Look at you now though! Eyes open, still alive. Didn’t you enjoy the thrill, even a little bit?”

You took a second to consider what he’d said. You were thousands of feet in the air with only your trust in these three males to stop you from hurtling to your death, and yet you weren’t having a panic attack. You actually felt quite invigorated.

“Fine, maybe a little bit. But only because Azriel is carrying me,” you snarked at Rhys. He pouted jokingly as Azriel laughed quietly in your ear.

“You’d better come back to me my love, or else I’ll get jealous and who knows what I’ll do,” Rhys replied, sending a glimmer of taunting arousal through the bond to make you shiver.

You held you arms out towards your mate but he took just one of your hands and tugged you from Azriel’s grip just as the shadowsinger disappeared from under you. For a moment, Rhys allowed your toes to dangle high above the city as he held you with a firm but casual grasp of your hand. With little effort, he tugged you upward and swept you into his arms once more before returning you both to the balcony where he perched on the railing with you stood between his legs.

“Still scared?” he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.

“No,” you murmured, standing on your tiptoes to ghost your lips against his. “But you’re insane if you think I’ll be your referee after that stunt.” In one quick move, you shoved your mate off the balcony and joined his brothers in delighted laughter at the squeak he let out before his wings began flapping enough to steady him in mid air.

Without another word, you flounced back into the living room to resume your glass of wine with Mor, vaguely aware of Cassian and Azriel scolding Rhys for ruining their chances of a fair game.

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.