#Neris x reader

[danikamariewrites]

Poly Week Masterlist

@polysjmweek is finally here! I’ve been looking forward to this event since we did it last time and I’m so happy to be participating again. I also love it’s expanded from just ACOTAR to cover all these SJM worlds. Unfortunately you won’t find any worlds crossing over here (I’ll leave that to others and Sarah) BUT I do have some fun pairings, fluff, angst, and of course smut 🤗

Day 1: Torn (Aelin x reader x Manon)

Being with Aelin and Manon is like walking on air. But being romantically involved with both queens (and kings) comes with its struggles as they constantly fight over which kingdom you spend more time in.

Day 2: That Funny Feeling (Lysadeion x reader)

Everyone around you is happy and in love. You’re happy for your friends, you just keep wondering when it’ll be your turn to be happy. The problem is you see yourself being happy with a pair that’s already mated and married. But that funny feeling in your chest gives you hope.

Day 3: One Hotel Room…Really? (Hunt x reader x Baxian)

You’ve had dreams where you’re squished between two hunky angels. Not when you’re pissed off at said hunky angels though. After being annoyed with Hunt and Baxian all day the last thing you want to do is share a bed with them.

Day 4: The Hunter (vampire!Neris x reader)

It’s been months since Nesta and Eris have turned you. Still getting used to your new vampire senses has you jumping at every noise and peeking around every corner just in case of monsters, forgetting you are the monster now. You find one in the shape of a human man creeping around your home.

Day 5: Play Again (Cassian x reader x Feysand)

The sight of Rhys and Feyre at Starfall has your brain turning to mush. The only thing you can think of is the night you all shared just a few weeks ago. And how badly you want them again.

Day 6: Locked Away (Cadre x reader)

Standing up to Queen Maeve with your loves doesn’t go as planned. To save them and stall for time you do the only thing you can think of. Making the ultimate sacrifice.

Day 7: Discipline (Cazriel x reader)

You already had your why choose moment with these two. Now you’re exploring the dynamic between the 3 of you and just how far you can push your new mates.

[thestarlightexpress]

Kinktober Day 6 - Pet Play - Nesta x Reader x Eris

TW: sexual themes, degradation, praise, cum eating, etc.

word count: 1.84k

A/N: this is literally just filth, i don't apologize for what I wrote when i was ovulating

Kinktober Masterlist

NSFW under the cut

The lush carpet beneath your legs soothed the ache of your arms pulled back by the fur-lined cuffs. Your palms started to sweat under Nesta’s piercing glare. She was perched up on the arm of the couch, clad in a maroon skin-tight dress, that you were kneeling next to. She leaned forward and hooked a slender finger against the collar lightly constricting your neck.

The pressure on the collar forced you to arch your neck up to look into her stoney gray eyes. Nesta tilted her head to the side as she took in your nude form kneeling for her. “You look so pretty like this, pet. Ready for us to use you,” your breath shuddered in and out of you, waves of arousal coursing through your body at the praise.

To your right, you heard Eris scoff. You dared a glance at him - still wearing his crisp white button up shirt and brown slacks, his forest green suit jacket laying across the back of his favorite armchair. The High Lord sat in the chair by the fireplace, gripping a glass of Autumn whiskey. His legs were spread out and you could see the firm bulge in his pants, spurred on by watching his wife with their consort. 

Nesta’s cold hand grasped your chin and brought your attention back to her. “Ignore him, love. He’s just sour that he doesn’t get to play with you first. Now, come here.” You quickly crawled over to her on your knees. She moved to sit on the couch cushion. Nesta scooted forward to perch on the edge of the cushion. She pulled up her dress to her waist and revealed her glistening cunt to you. You kneeled by her with your face a few inches away from her and looking up into her eyes, obediently waiting for her instructions.

Her palm came down to cup your cheek, “Good job, puppy. You can go ahead, don’t stop until I tell you.” Your heart soared in your chest as you leaned in to lick a stripe up the seam of her pussy before swirling your wet tongue around her clit. The sultry taste of her slick had you dripping onto the carpet. 

Nesta let out a raspy moan and pushed your face into her cunt. You made sure to lap at her entrance before going back up to suck on her clit. Her hand tangled in your hair and rocked your face against her. She wrapped her legs around you so you couldn’t move, you would gladly suffocate in her delicious pussy if she allowed you to. 

While you were eating her out, she made a point to stare directly at Eris - taunting him. He just stared back at her before downing the rest of his glass. They were locked in a battle of wits, neither willing to look away. He slowly unlaced his pants and pulled out his cock, precum already leaking from the time. Heat radiated from him and sparks flew from the fireplace as he stroked his cock to the sounds of his wife being pleasured.

Nesta’s breaths quickened, “That’s it pup, right there. Let me cum all over that pretty face.” Your tongue sped up as she neared her high. You pushed your tongue into her entrance and Nesta gushed and spilled in your mouth and all over your face. 

She stroked your hair, “Thank you, love. So good for me. Now lick up all my cum.”. You immediately dove back into her pussy, licking up every bit of her sweet essence you could find, even licking down to her ass and licking up what spilled onto the couch. The slightly demeaning act didn’t deter you at all. 

She lightly tapped your head to signal that you were done. You sat back on your heels as she slid back on the seat and peered down at you. She glanced over at Eris, still stroking his cock in earnest. “Now, go make that pretty mouth useful again and suck his cock. If you do well, I’ll let you cum tonight.” You quickly nodded and looked over to Eris. 

He vanished his remaining clothes and motioned you over to him, “Walk over to me, bunny.” You shakily rose up onto your feet and slowly padded over to him, standing between his legs. He took off the cuffs and set them on the side table. His warm hands gripped your waist and ran over your thighs and ass. 

One slipped down between your cheeks and he ran his fingers through your folds, making you shiver in his hold. Two fingers slipped into your cunt and collected your arousal on the digits. “You’re fucking soaked, kit. Always so wet for us,” he brought his hand up to his lips and sucked his fingers clean, releasing them with a pop. “Still tastes divine, love. Now kneel for me.” 

You dropped down to your knees and scooched closer to him. He smirked and tapped the leaking head of his cock on your lips and let it rest there, testing to see if you could wait until he gave you permission. The shaky breaths from your nose teasing his tip had him shivering in his chair. “Good job, now take a deep breath and relax your throat. I’m not going to be gentle.” 

You did what he said and he tapped your jaw once. Your chin dropped down and you let your tongue relax low in your mouth, letting a bit of spit leak from the corner of your lips. “Such a needy mess for my cock.” He braced a hand on the back of your head and slowly eased your lips down onto his cock.

He threw his head back and groaned at the slick, sultry feeling of your mouth. He started to speed up, quickly pushing your head up and down over his member. He lowly growled in pleasure as your tongue ran over a thick vein on the underside of his cock with every stroke. 

While you sucked him off, Nesta moved from her spot on the couch. She stripped off her dress and went to lay on the bed, right in Eris’ line of sight. She started playing with her tits and clit as he started to fuck your mouth. 

Instead of guiding you down onto him, he used both hands to hold your head still. Eris braced his feet on the floor as he started to thrust up into your throat. It quickly became too much for you and you started tearing up and gagging on your cock. 

The feeling of your throat constricting around him turned Eris slightly feral. He aggressively bucked up into you while loudly moaning. “Oh fuck that’s it right there. Let me fuck that tight little throat.” Tears were streaming down your face at this point and you felt light-headed at the lack of oxygen. “Such a slutty puppy. Just a whore for my cock, aren’t you?”

You were so close to cumming just from his words alone. While you thoroughly enjoyed lapping at Nesta’s cunt, you fucking loved letting Eris use your mouth, fucking you out for his pleasure alone. 

He suddenly pulled you off his cock and grabbed your face. He leaned over and spit into your open mouth. “I’m going to cum in this pretty little mouth and don’t you dare swallow unless we say.” You stuck your tongue out awaiting his cum as he rapidly jerked off in front of you. 

His breaths became uneven and the first spurts of his release shot onto your tongue and the bridge of your nose. He snarled as his orgasm washed over him, “Gods, that’s it. Take all that fucking cum right in that pretty, little mouth for me.” He continued to slowly stroke his cock until he got every last drop on you. 

He patted your head approvingly - “Stay here” -  before standing and strolling over to Nesta. He smirked at her, “Are you enjoying yourself over here? Touching what’s mine while I fuck her mouth?” His fingers ghosted over her clit before harshly slapping it.

She suddenly hissed, “Ass.”

“I wouldn’t have to be an ass if you would just act correctly and not be bratty. Now lay down and don’t move until I tell you.

Eris turned back to you, “Come here, pup. Give her my cum, show Nes what she could get if she would just behave.” As you walked over to Nesta, Eris spread her legs and quickly shoved his thick cock into her, already hard again. 

You leaned over Nesta and kissed her, letting the mix of cum and spit fall from your mouth to hers. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, cleaning it of all of Eris’ cum before swallowing. “Thank you for that, pup. Now come sit on my face so I can give you your reward.” You smiled before hoisting your hips up and over her face, making sure your were facing Eris as he brutally fucked into her. 

You gingerly hovered over Nesta’s mouth before she tugged you down to set your weight down on her face. You braced your hands below her breasts as you started whimpering and moaning from her lips wrapping around your clit.

Eris looked into your eyes as he fucked a marginal amount of Nesta’s bratty attitude out of her. “Tell me, little fox - does she feel good? How does it feel to have her moaning into her cunt while I fuck her?” You were already on the verge of cumming and his filthy words were not helping. 

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck she feels so good. I wanna cum so hard, can I please cum for you?” Eris smirked at how well they had you trained for them. 

“Of course, my love. You’ve been so good for us tonight. Make her cum, Nes.” Nesta forcefully gripped your hips and pulled you even farther down as you canted your hips across her face. The sounds coming from your cunt were absolutely glorious and helped push you over the edge. “Such a good girl, bunny.”

Eris’ attention switched to the female he was pounding into. “You make her feel so good, Nes - fuck - always make her cum so hard for us.” Nesta’s cunt clenched around him and he drove her closer to another orgasm. “Yeah, keep squeezing me just like that baby. Gods your cunt feels amazing, always so perfect for me.”

Nes moaned into your pussy as she continued to lick, quickly overstimulating you. Eris was close and used his full force to buck into Nesta. “Take my cum, love. I’m going to fill both up until you can’t hold anymore.”

Her walls fluttered around him as she came and he spilled his hot cum into her. After taking a few seconds, he slowly pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her. You gingerly clambered off her face to lay down between your High Lord and High Lady as they cuddled their fucked-out puppy to sleep.

[littlest-w01f]

Handmaid

Neris x Maid Reader

NESTA MASTERLIST

ERIS MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Nesta and Eris married years ago, and the personal handmaid Eris had allocated to Nesta is too pretty for her to not stare

Cw: Nudity, smut, MxFxF, slight temperature play my first time writing smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: Constrictive criticism welcome (pls tell me I did good)

You were a gift to Nesta Archeron-Vanserra the day she married the High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra. You were in charge of taking care of her and helping her get used to being a royal in the Autumn Court. You and Nesta had formed a sort of friendship in the years she had been in your court.

Recently, you had tried your best to ignore the stares Lady Death gave you while you did her hair, the eyes she had fixed to your breasts, tight in your corset, but you could always feel her eyes on you, and every curve on your body.

It was delusional, you told yourself, the High Lady of Autumn would never look at you for longer than necessary, not when she had the High Lord wrapped around her finger since they had gotten married, you felt her stare because you wanted her to.

Nesta's voice called you from her bath while you were setting up some new clothes that Eris had gifted her, blushing a little at the lingerie you were putting away. "y/n?"

You moved quick the second you hear her voice, "My lady, is everything alright?" You pause outside the door, not wanting to walk in while Nesta was bathing.

"Come in, y/n" Nesta's voice called, you looked at the door and decided to open the door, entering.

A deep blush covered your cheeks as you looked at Nesta in all her naked glory, your eyes travelling down her curves, the scent of lavender and her arousal in the air. Your eyes stayed on her curves, her full breasts, soft abs and wide hips calling to you, the way she moved in the tub seemed to taunt you.

She had a smirk on her face as she set her foot on the edge of the tub, throwing a scrub to you which you instantly caught, "I was hoping you could help me."

You pause, eyes snapping back to hers, "Yes. Yeah... Yes, I can, my lady."

You nod, taking a seat at the foot of the tub, you could feel Nesta's cat-like grin as you began scrubbing her leg, as your hand reached her thigh she spread her legs, making you blush harder as she lay bare in front of you. You kept up your work, helping Nesta, helping Nesta do something she liked to do herself.

Your hand glided up her legs, the scent of both your arousals scented the air, but neither of you commented on it. You blushed lightly, a tightness ster in your stomach, heat on your core, feeling her eyes on your cleavage from your dress as you focused on her legs, thighs, hips, and her cunt as she brought down her hands to wash away the soap on her inner thigh.

You swallowed as Nesta got up, and you mindlessly handed her a towel, she thanked you and got out, not before fully brushing against you, her body pressed against yours, "Thank you, gorgeous. For the help." She breathed down your neck, you were sure she grazed her teeth against your pulse point, a feel of something cold, but you were too zoned out to think clearly to know.

Then she left you alone in the bath, probably changing as you stayed near the tub, collecting yourself while your dress had gotten water on it from her body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, maybe you weren't delusional, or maybe you would soon lose your job if Nesta were to tell Eris of what happened. The place still smelled of Nesta's arousal mixed with yours.

You left the bathroom when you were sure Nesta had left to retire to your room in the servant's chambers and when you opened the door, you found Eris already standing near your bed. Your heart dropped, you were about to lose your job. Four hundred years of this very well-paying job as a maid of the Vanserra family, and you were about to lose it over being stupid.

"My lord, I..." You spoke, wanting to defend yourself, but Eris silenced you with a look and inching closer to you, perhaps, your body had given up wanting to keep your job because your arousal flowed again just by the look of fire in his eyes.

"Hush now, sweetheart," Eris brought his slender finger to your lips, a sly fox-like grin on his face as he stalked closer, "Nesta's been talking about you, in ways I wonder if females don't talk of their friends."

You held your breath as he spoke, his fingers traced your cheeks, "I don't really think that females talk of their friend's body in such great detail, nor do they get aroused that the simple thought of fucking them."

"I'm sorry-" Eris covered your mouth with his hand to silence your apology.

"Oh, you're not at fault." Eris chuckled softly, "Not at all, I'm just here with an offer."

"You see, as a good husband, I am quite open to anything my darling wife wishes to try. And she wants you." Eris' hands trailed down the collum of your neck, where a small frostbite in the shape of teeth marks of Nesta's silver flames was forming, his blunt nails digging in slightly to make you gasp. "So, I am here to ask you to join us this evening. If you wish to of course."

Your mind was blank from his proposition, joining your painfully attractive High Lord and Lady, joining Eris and Nesta. You nodded slowly.

"Yeah?" Eris tilted your head up, his hand on your chin, "Use your words, love."

"Yes..." You spoke up, eyes locked with his, "Yes, I would like that."

Eris smiled, "Good, Nesta would be thrilled." He swiftly moved to the door to your room and opened it.

"Oh, and y/n?" He got your attention, "If you don't show up, we understand. If you wish for it to stop, just yell 'red', we won't hold neither of those things against you." With that, he left your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You were bare the instant you walked into their chambers, currently bent over their bed with your head in Nesta's breasts, Eris's cock buried deep inside you, your body was covered in hickeys of burns and frostbites from both of them, Eris' cock moved inside of you with such precision it made you whimper with every drag.

"Aww, listen to those pretty whines," Nesta cooed, pressing your face further into her breasts, a couple hickeys from your lips already surrounding them. "Does my husband's cock feel this good, gorgeous?"

You whimper as Eris chuckles over you, his hands feeling your sides, marking you with his burns. "I think it does, right y/n?" He almost taunted as he pulled your hips back against his cock.

"Yes... Yes, my lord-" You moan softly, pushing back into him, your hands moving up Nesta's curves, digging into her breasts and side. Every thrust of Eris' cock made you feel as if you were on fire, a coil forming in your stomach, threatening to snap, his hands dug into your hips, holding you still and he dove into your sweet spot, making you clench hard around him and moan.

Nesta's hand moved between both of your bodies to play with your clit, her cold flames rivalling Eris' warm ones. You gasped softly, biting into Nesta's shoulder as your High lord and lady played with your body.

Hours, it had been hours, that they had you pressed between them, or under one of them. Cumming on their tongues or hands, leaving you panting and whimpering. They had just been between your legs a few moments ago, making out with each other while they ate you out, the thought of it made you shudder between them. You were living one of your wildest dreams with a step in their chambers.

Nesta was the first to kiss you, her elegant fingers dug into your hips, her body cold, opposite to Eris' warm fire. Eris spend most of his time watching Nesta explore your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm before joining in himself again.

Nesta had touched you like you were the most precious doll in the entire court while Eris used your mouth to get off, Nesta's tongue tasting you as your senses were filled with Eris.

"Er..." Your back arched into his cock, bucking forward into Nesta's hand, "Nes... Fuck..."

Nesta kissed your temple, leaving a slight feel of cold off her flames, "Do you still have some energy in you or are you fucked dumb?"

You gasped softly, "I..." You whined, clenching around Eris, "Don't know..." You melted in Nesta as you twitched over her, your orgasm nearing, eyes rolling back.

Eris smirked thrusting in hard, feeling you tightening around him "Are you close, my dear?" Nesta moved her fingers faster around your clit at his words while the other hand played with your breasts.

"M'gonna..." You groan as Nesta sucked on one of your breasts, lips pressed against your nipples, hand playing with the other as Eris kissed your neck, "Wanna cum..." You gasp as Eris increases the pace of his thrusts. "Please,"

"Cum, cum for us, sweetheart." Nesta smiled, tongue dragging up from your breasts to the other side of your neck and your dam broke, your release flooding out. A cry left your lips, a cry that got muffled by Nesta's tongue.

You were in peaceful limbo, ears ringing as you came on Eris' cock, Nest's hand still stroking your clit, tears fell from your eyes as their names and titles were nothing short of deity on your lips.

"You want my cum, gorgeous?" Eris grunted in your ear, his thrusts were still deep but uneven, and before you could manage a little nod, he spilt inside you, pressing his hand down on your lower back to make you arch hard. Nesta stoked over your stomach as he filled you with his cum the warmth of his cum settling in you, like fire in your abdomen. His ragged breaths calmed as he chuckled.

Eris pulled out of you, stroking your sides softly as you breathed heavily, watching his cum leak out of your cunt, his hands held your thighs, spreading you for his eyes, his hands heating your skin, "So beautiful, little maid." He whispered as Nesta pushed her fingers inside of your empty cunt, pushing his cum back inside, cooing words of encouragement in your ear as your head was dropped on her shoulder.

"Well, I have duties to attend to," He looked up, leaning down to give his wife a gentle kiss, followed by a kiss to your shoulder, "You two females enjoy yourselves."

Neither of you said goodbye to him as Nesta began to thrust her fingers in and out of your cunt, kissing you, her tongue thrusting in your mouth. "I'll take that as my leave." Eris rolled his eyes rather playfully as he entered his bath to tidy himself up.

Nesta flipped you over, pressing you under her, "Now where were we?" Nesta smirked as you looked up at her, your brain mushy, fucked dumb, as Nesta had put it.

A chuckle left your lips as Nesta kissed and licked down your bare body, biting at places that weren't already covered, reaching your cunt she spread your folds, giving soft licks to your cunt cleaning you of Eris' cum, moaning at the taste of you are Eris combined. "I bet I can fit my entire hand in your pretty little cunt now." Nesta whispered, sucking your clit to get a reaction out of you. "Or maybe I should sit on your pretty face."

"Please... Please, yes." You thrust your hips against her lips with a moan, ready for anything your High Lady wished to give you.

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{Eris Taglist: @fxckmiup @amygdtjhddzvb @slut4acotar}

[throneofsapphics]

special plans

poly!Neris x f!Reader

summary: everything goes according to plan

warnings: predicament bondage, light degradation (use of ‘whore’)

kinktober masterlist

You were in a ... predicament, to say the least. You whimpered as you tried to look down at yourself, probably dripping all over the floor. Something you’d be made to clean up later, no doubt. 

You gasped, the pressure building inside of your ass, settling for arching your neck at an uncomfortable angle instead. There was no other alternative, not with the hook inside of your ass, tied to the end of your hair. 

“Breathe for me,” Nesta ordered, you did as cold oil dripped between your cheeks, one finger slipping inside after it. 

“You look beautiful, all pathetic like this,” Eris murmured, stroking your hair. You were laid across his lap, legs spread wide as Nesta knelt behind you. “Just couldn’t control yourself, could you?” He continued and you knew better than to reply. 

You’d probably say something snarky and make this so much worse. 

“Flirting with him right in front of our faces,” he tsked. 

“She’s a little whore,” Nesta said, and twisted her finger. Pleasure and pressure spread from your fingers to your toes, your muscles tightening reflexively. 

“Our little whore,” Eris emphasized. 

Whimpering, you studied the cracks under the dining table again. How long would they stretch their dinner on? They’d made you sit there and eat before them, not explaining why. Discussions of various court politics and procedures drifted past your ears. Normally it would be interesting but right now you couldn’t focus on a damn thing. 

You gave in, looking down again to release some of the pressure on your neck, just for your toes to curl, pleasure hitting all of your receptors this time but the pressure was wrong, angle was wrong, for you to actually get a result from it and you knew that was on purpose. 

Everything they did was purposeful. 

You were so close to being done, to the edge where you’d need to -

Chairs pushed back abruptly. Two faces crouched low to the floor to peer at you. Pride filled them. 

“Does our little whore need some release?” Nesta cooed. 

You couldn’t nod, biting your lip instead, mumbling “yes,”

Eris crooked his finger towards you, and you knew this was the last hurdle, get yourself out from under the fucking table. 

Half-crawling, you managed it, emerging between the two of them. 

Pins and needles racked up and down your legs but you didn’t care right now, right now you wanted your reward. 

Nesta released the tie on your hair, and ... you were exhausted as the pressure left, Eris caught your head so it didn’t snap forward, and sat you on his lap, facing out to where Nesta ... your eyes widened. 

You didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful thing, the goddess before you kneeling and pressing a light kiss to the inside of your thigh. Each press of her lips was a soothing balm. She made her way up your body, so lovingly you could’ve sobbed for it by the time she reached your clit. 

Leaving your sensitive ass alone, she pushed two fingers inside of you, curling up to hit that spot, sucking your clit between her lips. Her lips felt like heaven on your body, your back arching and head falling back to rest on Eris’s shoulder, your legs thrown wide over his. 

He held you, let you fall back down to earth in his arms, Nesta’s hands running up and down your legs. 

“We’ll talk more about the scene tomorrow my love,” Eris pressed a kiss to your forehead, “but you did beautifully.” 

A happy hum, all you were capable of, left your chest and you buried yourself further into him. Your little plan, the one the three of you concocted together, worked out rather well for you. 

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[autumnshighlady]

Neris fucking you while your zoned out trying to have mind conversations with rhys and you have to carefully block him out an manage talking to him which Nesta plays with your clit and eris fucks you from behind 😳

Sometimes my mind goes places and returns with gifts

OFIFKFJFJFJMDNRFIFOFKXKJS drabble incoming

You bit your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, legs trembling as you clung to the desk. Rhys’s voice droned on in your head, discussing strategies for the next meeting with the Hewn City. Normally, you’d be present and focused for a conversation with the High Lord — except this time, you were presented with two distractions in the form of a red haired male and a smirking female. Eris’s hands gripped your hips firmly, his cock pounding in and out of you, making your body shake against the desk you were bent over.

Beside you, Nesta was pressing kisses up your spine and neck, a slender finger playing with your clit. Her plump lips were drawn up in a smug smile as she watched you tremble.

Did you hear what I just said? Rhys said, confusion lacing his voice. You felt a brush of darkness against your shields, gently requesting more access.

Yes, sorry, you said back, keeping the thoughts of Nesta and Eris as far from this conversation as possible.

As the High Lord continued, you fought with every ounce of strength to block him out. Eris snickered behind you, the force of his hard thrusts shaking the table. “Pay attention, sweetheart,” Eris said. “Don’t want Rhys to know what’s distracting you, do we?”

“How embarrassing would that be?” Nesta purred in your ear, adding more pressure to your clit. “For Rhys to find out his good little advisor just crumbles beneath our touch, letting us use her as our own toy whenever we please? Best focus, darling. Or else we’ll stop.”

[velarisnightsky444]

Pathetic*

Kinktober Day 14: Humiliation with Neris

AN: I'm behind again, so sorry. So two posts today, yay. This was originally Nessian, but I've since changed it to Neris, because I've become very anti-Nessian lately.

CW: humiliation, oral(m and f receiving), bondage, degradation

Summary: you've upset your mates, and now you're being punished. reader has consented to all of this beforehand.

Word Count: 744

»»——⍟——««

They had you hogtied.

You were on your stomach on the edge of the bed you shared with your mates, your ankles tied to your wrists by rough rope that dug into your skin painfully.

Nesta's grip was tight in your hair as she studied you, her silver gaze intimidating.

"No pleasure for you, tonight," Nesta decided as she let go of your hair. You whined, but a smack in your face set you straight. "You'll be our little toy."

A wave of arousal went through you, your heart pounding. Nesta scented it and smirked, gripping your chin.

"Isn't she so pathetic like this?" Nesta asked Eris as he stalked towards the bed.

"Pitiful," he replied, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I said I was sorry," you tried.

"Desperate little slut," Nesta mused, stroking your cheek. "Couldn't even wait for us to get home to get her pleasure."

"You were gone for so long--"

"Eris, give her mouth a better use," Nesta instructed.

Eris didn't need to be told twice. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. You nearly dripped at the sight. Both of them laughed at your desperate arousal.

Eris slid himself into your mouth, gentle at first, but then rougher. He gripped your hair, fucking your face relentlessly.

He groaned at the sound of you gagging on his cock, throwing his head back.

You could feel the bulge in your throat from how deep he was going. Tears were welling in your eyes as you tried to breathe through your nose.

Nesta's hand came down hard on your ass, making you squeak against Eris's cock. Eris's pace didn't let up as Nesta continued spanking your ass.

The tears that had been welling in your eyes finally fell, a sob releasing from your throat. That only made Eris grunt. His balls were smacking against your chin, the sound echoing through the room.

He groaned, pulling out of your mouth and rubbing himself until he came. His release spurted onto your face as you gasped for air.

Nesta smirked, stopping her assault on your ass to come over to you. She chuckled as she took in the sight of you.

"Poor baby," she mocked you. "Such a whore, covered in his cum."

"Nes," you whined.

"None of that," she warned.

Nesta climbed into the bed, settling against the pillows. Eris gripped your hair and spun you around to face her.

You cried out, but forgot the pain when you saw Nesta lifting your skirt and pulling her underthings down.

Eris's grip remained in your hair. He pushed your face into Nesta's core, rubbing it up and down until your face was covered in her arousal.

You gasped a breath of air as he pulled your face away. But the relief was short lived, because a second later, your face was buried in her again.

You began licking and sucking at her center, indulging in the sweet taste and her sweet moans.

"Gods," she gasped, grinding herself against your face.

You flicked your tongue against her clit, making her whimper above you. You loved making her whimper.

"Make her cum in the next minute, and your punishment can end," Eris decided.

You perked up at that, delving your tongue into her cunt. She cried out as you rubbed your nose against her clit while fucking her with your tongue.

Nesta's moans told you she was close. You rubbed your face in circles against her clit, your tongue still fucking her.

She let out a sweet gasp as she came on your mouth.

"Y/n, oh fuck," she whined, her release coating your tongue. You continued pleasuring her through her orgasm until she was shaking.

Eris took your hair and pulled your head back. You took a deep breath.

"Our little fucktoy," Eris mused. You could only moan, lowering your head as much as you could.

"Should we untie her?" Nesta asked, her chest heaving.

"We could leave her like this all night," Eris suggested.

"No, you said--" you began.

"Toys don't speak," Nesta snapped at you. You closed your mouth.

"I think we should let her go," Eris sighed. "She's had enough."

"You're soft," Nesta insulted.

Eris just smiled as he began untying your bonds. Your arms and legs both ached as you stretched them out, closing your eyes.

Nesta left for a while, coming back with a washcloth. She gently washed the mixture of Eris's cum and her arousal from your face.

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They're making me love Beron..💀

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Flames of Silver SP (Nesta x Reader x Eris)

I'm hoping to get this posted tonight but here is a sneak peek of it! I hope you guys are as excited about this as I am! <3 Also, NSFW warning!

Nesta snorts but doesn’t say anything else as Eris grabs your arm and hauls you off, shoving you toward her. She catches you easily, positioning you to lay across her lap. “Stay still, little love. This is your first punishment.”

“First?!” Your voice is shrill as you struggle briefly, craning your neck to the side to watch as Eris considers which instrument to use on you. “How many am I getting?”

“However many we feel you deserve.” Eris snaps, grabbing a paddle and placing it in Nesta’s awaiting hand. “You think we would just let out off easy, pet? That we wouldn’t feel hurt about what you were doing?”

“I didn’t mean to-ah!” A shriek tears itself out of your lips as Nesta lands a sharp smack across your bare ass. The sting makes you wriggle, your nails digging into your palms as another two slaps follow in quick succession. 

“No excuses.” She hisses into your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling until you are facing her again. “Show us your apology by giving this to us, by submitting to us, and we might forgive you.”

Your eyes search her face, looking for any deception, before you nod and bow your head. You care for them both, love them both, and you would do anything to be in their good graces again. 

“Okay…” You murmur, eyes squeezing shut when she delivers another blow of the paddle. 

“What do you say, dove?” Her voice is teasing again, and despite the pain, you feel the first trickles of pleasure flow through your body at her nickname for you. 

“Thank you!” You gasp out, tears starting to form in your eyes. 

They share another look over your head while Nesta rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks, a reward for being good. You freeze for a moment when you feel another hand join, this one larger and calloused, but before you can look, you feel it dip between your folds.

Eris kneels next to you as he runs the tip of his finger through your pussy, feeling the wetness that is only growing as he coos mockingly, “I knew you’d enjoy this, pet. Was this your plan all along? Did you want to be punished?”

Before you can shake your head, Nesta gives you another spank, only this time, as it lands, Eris harshly shoves two fingers inside of you and crooks them. The sensation is dizzying, and you can’t stop your hips from pushing up in search of more of it. 

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is it too much to ask to want to be in a throuple with vampire!neris. pls. mother and father. need them.

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Delectable

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"Slowly." His voice is low, hypnotic. His lips brush against the shell of her ear, a momentary distraction from the heartbeat pounding wildly in her mind. She adjusts her hold on the dark-haired woman in her lap and raises her head from her victim's neck with a sharp gasp. "Keep up at the rate you're going, Nesta, and you'll drain your little rabbit dry."

"She's delicious."

"She is." Nesta resents the cruel, amused laugh that falls from his pale lips, and the glare she shoots him telegraphs as much. Light dances in the amber eyes of her maker. Eris cards his fingers through her golden brown hair and guides her head back to the woman's neck. "And you don't want it to be over too soon. I know how you like control, beloved. You can control this hunger, too. Try again, listen to her heartbeat. Savor it. Make it last."

So, she does. Lowering her mouth back to the puncture wounds, she pulls in slow, steady mouthfuls of hot, rich blood. Like a richly spiced wine, it flows down her throat, and she breathes in the mingled scents of the woman's vanilla perfume and desire. It's beautiful, heady, intoxicating. She needs more.

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The Hunter

Neris x reader

Note: This is the fic I’ve been dyyyiinggg to post! I wrote for vampire Neris last year and they’ve been on my mind ever since.

Day 4 is Alternate Universe! It’s been months since Nesta and Eris have turned you. Still getting used to your new vampire senses has you jumping at every noise and peeking around every corner just in case of monsters, forgetting you are the monster now. You find one in the shape of a human man creeping around your home.

Warnings: vampire hunter, violence, weapons, death

The curtains swished more than usual. More than what the wind would cause. Thanks to your new enhanced hearing since turning everything has your head on a swivel. Creeping into the hall cautiously you look down each end of the hall.

A shadowy figure darts across the hall. You freeze at the sight of a man creeping around your home.

Heading the opposite way of the man you run to Eris’s study. Your heart pounding the whole way.

You don’t bother knocking on the door. Running straight into Eris you cling to him. He lets out a sound of surprise, wrapping his arms around you. “My heart, what’s wrong?”

Looking at him with freighted eyes you tell him what you saw. “Where’s Nesta?” You panic, whipping your head around the room looking for those familiar steely blue eyes.

“Look at me,” Eris cups your cheeks. “If what you saw is a hunter, Nesta is probably already following him.” You nod with tears brimming in your eyes. If Nesta and Eris die you don’t know what you’ll do. You’d be lost in life without them. Your heart would shatter and you’d never love again. “I’m going to tend to our guest. You stay here and find a place to hide just in case. When it’s safe we’ll come back for you.” Eris presses a chaste kiss to your lips he rushes from the room.

Your mind spins, feeling fuzzy and confused as you rush around the room, not knowing where to go. Finally, you settle on hiding under Eris’s massive desk. You crawl under the centuries old dark wooden monstrosity, pulling his high back in for extra protection. Not that it would stop a vampire hunter. Bringing your knees to your chest you focus on your breathing.

Everything is fine. It will all be ok. You tell yourself. It’s just one man against Nesta and Eris. It will all be ok.

Time seems to slow to crawl as you wait for your loves to get you. More horrible what ifs run through your mind. Tears spring to your eyes and you let them fall.

The heavy office door flies open, slamming against the wall. That’s not Eris. Your body locks up in fear. The hunter prowls around the room. His footsteps are loud and menacing as he tears through the study.

You close your eyes and hold your breath. Afraid that if you exhale a little too loudly the hunter will hear you. Clamping your hand around your mouth you try to stay calm. Staying put will keep you safe.

You hear the hunters' steps approach your hiding spot. As your eyes fly open you’re met with the sight of his muddy black boots and dark pants. You press your back into the desk. Praying to any god that is willing to listen to let the hunter pass. To make him move on to the next room.

They don’t listen.

The hunter rips the chair back, squatting down to your level. A scream catches in your throat. A mean scowl contorts his face making the hunter look terrifying. He growls, reaching a glove clad hand for your throat. You let out a scream and scrambled back, hitting your head against the underside of the desk.

Eris appears behind the hunter, flinging him into the wall with his unnatural strength. Fear keeps you pinned to your spot. You watch with wide eyes as Eris and the hunter fight. Throwing punches, trying to catch the other off guard.

You risk peeking over the lip of the desk. Eris was exhausting the hunter. Dodging all of his punches and frustrating the man. Until the hunter growls, flipping a stake from his belt into his hand. Brandishing it menacingly at Eris he lunges.

Another scream catches in your throat as silver flames wrap around the hunter. Squeezing him tight and lifting him from the ground. The smell of his skin slowly burning away fills the room.

Nesta steps from the shadows and relief flows through your body. Thankful that she is a natural born predator, unafraid to kill for the ones she loves.

The hunter lets out one last scream. His body going limp against the silver bonds still clinging to him. Nesta waves her hand, the flames dissipating, the hunter dropping to the floor with a heavy thud.

“Where is y/n?” Nesta asks with a slight quiver to her voice. You stand on shaking legs. The adrenaline of the situation wears off on your body as your eyes go to the hunter lying lifeless on the floor.

Nesta rushes to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace. She runs her fingers through your hair to soothe your trembling. You hug Nesta tight.

When you release her those silver blue eyes roam your body, checking to make sure there’s no injuries. “You’re ok.” Nesta sighs in relief. A weight falling from her shoulders. You hold Nesta’s face pulling her face to yours for a hard and needy kiss. For a few moments you were terrified that you would never see them again. That these were your final moments.

Nesta breaks the kiss, resting her forehead against yours. “I was—” Nesta shushes you. “I just want to hold you for now.” You nod, melting into her embrace again.

Eris’s hand gently traces down your back, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head.

“Come,” he commands the two of you. “We are retiring for the night.”

“But—” Eris holds up a pale, freckled hand. “Come.” Eris’s demeanor is his usual stoic attitude. But those amber eyes betray him. Showing how shaken he is. Nesta nods, nudging you along to follow.

You cling to both of them. Eris holding you tight to his body. Your mind still racing with thoughts of the hunter.

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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 28)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: the wedding takes an interesting turn

warnings: rhys and mor getting dragged to shreds, major cassian slander, angst, pregnancy mentions

word count: 7.7k

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Your stomach dropped as you saw the fury on Rhys, Amren, and Cassian’s faces. They must have come in sooner than expected, catching the tail end of the wedding ceremony.

Which is exactly what you didn’t want.

Luckily, Eris and Nesta had not noticed yet. The Night Court did not take their seats by the other High Lords, instead choosing to stand in the back of the room. So you turned back to your husband and wife, relishing in their smiles as the cheers began to die down. A simple raise of a hand from Gwyn was all it took for the crowd to seat themselves again and go quiet.

“There is one more ceremony to perform,” Gwyn said, her bright eyes shining with glee. “Lady Nesta, Lady (Y/N), please step forth.”

Eris took a step back, pride gleaming on his sharp face as you and Nesta took a step towards the crowd. The orchestra began to play again. Two guards stepped forward, and with delight you recognized Saeros and Ivar. They bowed their heads and bent a knee, each presenting a pillow with a beautiful circlet atop the purple fabric. It was golden with a white jewel in the centre, branches with jewelled green leaves, red and brown flowers, and white jewels scattered throughout. Queenly crowns of pure autumn, handmade for you and Nesta by Eris’s finest craftsmen. Excitement rippled through you at the sight of such delicate items of power. 

“Do you, (Y/N) Vanserra, swear to protect the citizens of the court? To uphold justice and protect the peace? To care for the sick and healthy, the old and the young, the weak and the strong alike?”

“I do.” Your words rang with a conviction that surprised you. 

Gwyn turned towards Nesta. “And do you, Nesta Vanserra, swear to protect the citizens of the court? To uphold justice and protect the peace? To care for the sick and healthy, the old and the young, the weak and the strong alike?”

“I do.” Nesta replied.

Saeros stepped toward her, and Ivar to you. You bowed your head as the guard placed the circlet on your head with grace. At first, when planning the ceremony you thought it would be Eris who crowned you, as Rhys had with Feyre apparently. “I could easily do that, but it would be better for two of the people to crown you both,” he had explained. “Rhys granting his lovely Feyre the title in private was a poor choice, as it makes it seem like she is only the High Lady because he made it so. By having Saeros and Ivar crown you, and a priestess do the ceremony, the people will be more trusting when they see someone more like them granting you your power. Not me.”

When you raised your head, beams of sunlight reflected off the jewels of the crown. It cast across the crowd with a blinding shimmer. Ivar rose to his feet, unhooking the sword from his armour and presenting it to you. The blade was long and silver, a gleaming ruby in the handle amidst the intricate metalwork. It had a glow to it, as if singing its own type of power.

As practised, you took the sword and rested the tip on the floor, holding the handle in front of you with your hands clasped firmly around it. Nesta did the same. 

“With the blessing of the Mother,” Gwyn continued. “I, Gwyneth Berdara, now proclaim Nesta Vanserra and (Y/N) Vanserra, High Ladies of the Autumn Court. Long may they reign.”

The crowd echoed back. “Long may they reign.”

As the music began again and the cheers continued, you reached out and grabbed Nesta’s hand. She turned towards you, and your breath hitched at the sight of your wife in the crown. With a smirk, she nodded, and in a uniform motion the two of you hoisted your swords in the air proudly, right as Zorzimril and Athariel let out mighty roars. 

The cheers increased tenfold, and your chest swelled with pride. These were your people now, the people who would come to you with their problems for help. The people you would protect, whose lives you would change and bring them out from the lingering shadows of Beron. 

Eventually, Eris stepped forth once again and you and Nesta returned the swords to their positions as the various members of the other courts made their way to line up in the aisle to bend the knee. One by one, they knelt and gave the standard speech, swearing respect and acknowledging the official new High Lord and High Ladies. You couldn’t help but smile as Tamlin came forth, his blonde hair much better kept than last time you had seen him. He offered you a proud smile, bowing deeply to you, Nesta, and Eris.

Finally, the dreaded moment arrived. Rhys stepped forward, clad in a simple black tunic. His violet eyes were simmering with fury at the three of you. Amren stood beside him, disgust written plainly across her sneering face. You felt Nesta go utterly still as Cassian approached behind Rhys and Amren, his expression a mix of devastation and anger. His wings were tense, and Azriel was beside him, perhaps ready to spring into action and hold the general back. You saw Nesta’s eyes flick to Elain, who practically hid behind Azriel. She donned a black dress that seemed to suck the life from her. Her doe eyes were wide, avoiding Lucien who was sitting a few feet away from her. She also avoided eye contact with Nesta, choosing to stare at the floor in front of her instead.

For a moment, Rhys stared down the three of you and you wondered if he would even bend the knee. After a few heartbeats of tense silence, the High Lord of the Night Court took a knee with the others following suit. “I, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court,” He said through gritted teeth as if the words were being dragged out of him like blood from a knife. “Acknowledge Eris Vanserra as High Lord of the Autumn Court.”

Another heartbeat went by, and the words all the other High Lords had said did not come. A few of the guards shifted, and Eris spoke up icily. “Go on.”

With a sigh, Rhys’s jaw tensed but he continued nonetheless. “I acknowledge Nesta Vanserra, and (Y/N) Vanserra, as High Ladies of the Autumn Court. May their reign be long and prosperous. My court stands behind you and wishes you many blessings.”

You didn’t bother hiding the smugness on your face as he rose, turning his violet eyes towards you. You did not flinch as they tried to stare you down menacingly. This was your court. Your home. And you would not be afraid.

Finally, Rhys turned on his heel to leave, Amren and Elain scurrying after him. But Cassian remained frozen, his eyes locked on Nesta. She remained expressionless, a cool mask of boredom on her face as he looked at her pathetically. 

“Nesta…” The general whispered, taking a step forward. Instantly, the guards at the bottom of the dias stepped forward into a line, their hands going to the swords on their hips. The dragons also growled menacingly, creeping further forward into the throne room.

“Cassian.” Azriel put a hand on the general’s shoulder, his voice low and firm. The room was utterly quiet, the only noises being the growling of the dragons. After a moment, Cassian finally let himself get led out by Azriel, but not without one last longing look at Nesta. You let out a sigh of relief, but Nesta’s jaw was clenched with anger. You could feel her frustration seeping through the bond. It was Nesta’s coronation, and Cassian managed to make their interaction all about him. 

When the Night Court finally left, the room seemed to relax. “All hail the High Lord and Ladies!” Came Lucien’s cry, and the crowd went back to happy cheering. You shot him a grateful glance, hoping that was the last you’d see of the Inner Circle. As the nature of the music grew more lively, Eris took you and Nesta by the arm and the three of you headed to the banquet tables.

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Hours had passed and the celebration showed no signs of slowing down. Your stomach was full of the most delicious food you had tasted, rich wine flowing through your system and making you feel lighter. You sat with Eris and Nesta as dinner was served, taking the time to converse with your new husband and wife before after the meal where attendees were free to come up and pay their respects. At the table next to you, Lirilla, Lucien, and Helion’s party sat chatting amongst themselves. It warmed your heart to see Lirilla speaking so freely to the man she loved after all this time.

Almost immediately upon taking your seat at the elaborately decorated royal table, a familiar pair of wings peeked through the crowd and bounded over towards you. Nesta had nearly wept as Emerie bounded across the room and into her outstretched arms. She wore a midnight blue sparkling dress with no sleeves, and that white Valkyrie ribbon braided into her hair.

“Hey, High Ladies!” The Illyrian female had cheered as she hugged each of you.

“You came!” Nesta had exclaimed, blinking away happy tears.

Emerie snorted in response. “Of course I did. How could I possibly miss the wedding and coronation of two of my best friends? Besides, the look on your face when you realised Gwyn was the priestess was worth it in and of itself.”

You had baulked. “You knew?”

A mischievous glint shone in her brown eyes. Not even the bright flickering lights from the candles could outshine it as Emerie smirked. “Of course I knew. Eris swore Gwyn and I to secrecy. Who do you think helped her practise the big speech? She’s gone back to her room for the evening, but she told me to tell you we’ll celebrate tomorrow with just the four of us.”

As much as you wanted Gwyn to participate in the celebrations, you understood it was too much. She had already stepped up more than enough by hosting the ceremonies for you and Nesta in a court that had been known to treat females badly. It was a gift you could never repay. Ever the kind and doting female, Lirilla had escorted Emerie back to her shared room with Gwyn after several glasses of strong wine over an hour ago.

Despite the music and loud chatter at your table, a heavy set of footsteps caused you to turn your head, meeting the green eyes of Tamlin. He was dressed in his green robes, an elegant gold sash across his broad chest. He dipped his head respectfully as he approached, nodded to the three of you.

“Well, if you told me when you returned to my court temporarily that this would be the outcome of it all, I’m not sure I would have believed you.” Tamlin said to you with a playful whisper of a smile on his lips, large hands clasped behind his back.

“Well, I’m full of surprises.” You joked.

“That you are.” Tamlin agreed before turning to Nesta and Eris. “You’ve got yourselves an extraordinary female here. Do not take her for granted.”

Eris simply smirked, taking another swig of his red wine. “Fear not, she will be well taken care of and respected.”

Tamlin’s eyes then landed on Nesta, his shoulders tensing for a moment, perhaps anticipating a scathing comment about how he failed to respect Feyre. But Nesta simply nodded, “Thank you, Tamlin.” She said, without an ounce of contempt.

The High Lord discreetly breathed a sigh of relief before turning back towards you. “May I have a dance?”

“Of course.” You replied, pushing back your chair and standing up. Lucien, ever the gentleman, came up to Nesta and offered her his hand as well, which she accepted. With your dance partners in tow, you and Nesta were led to the large dance floor where the crowd parted ways for you. You smiled at those who offered you their blessings as you passed them, the warm reception much welcome.

As the tune changed into a waltz, you swayed side to side with Tamlin, his large hands respectfully holding you close. You glanced over at Nesta and Lucien, who were dancing as well – granted, much better than you and Tamlin. You chuckled, impressed at Lucien’s ability to keep up with Nesta. In the distance, Eris also looked rather amused, shooting you a wink that made you roll your eyes.

“So,” Tamlin said, his voice snapping you back to the present. “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation. “I am.”

He nodded, spinning you around once before bringing you back into the formal waltz position. “Good. I know this is your home now, but you are always welcome in Spring. Please do not forget that.”

Your heart ached at the thought of going back. “I’d love to visit, but I have nobody left there.” You admitted. “I do not think I can ever go back long term. Besides, I am High Lady now. I have duties to attend to.”

Tamlin chuckled. “Of course. If anyone can keep Eris and line and change this court around, I can think of nobody better than you. And Nesta, of course. But the moment you revealed your plan to me, I knew you could do anything you put your mind to.” He pulled away for a moment, his green eyes looking down at you seriously. “You will be a wonderful High Lady. You deserve it.”

You took a deep breath, emotion overcoming you. Tamlin was High Lord when you were born, protecting you and looking out for you when your father became ill temporarily. As a child, you had grown to view him more as an older brother than someone you bowed to. “That means a lot,” You whispered. “Thank you.”

Before he could reply, loud shouts came from the entrance, followed by several screams. In a flash, Eris was on the dance floor next to you and Nesta, and the guards drew their swords. Tamlin’s talons unsheathed themselves as he stood in front of you, while Lucien’s hand drifted towards the blade on his hip. The orchestra stopped playing, and the crowd scurried frantically to part ways, revealing two males – one with wings, and one with angry violet eyes. In the distance, two guards lay dead, blood oozing out of their chests.

Blood that dripped from Cassian’s sword.

Instantly, you reached out and grabbed Nesta’s arm. She had gone cold as ice, her body frozen as she stared with wide eyes at the Illyrian general. This was not the friendly, joking Cassian that the Valkyries had trained with. No, his face was twisted with fury, eyes so dark they were almost black as he snarled at anyone who looked at him. This was the Lord of Bloodshed, in all his glory. Behind him stood his master, the male who held his leash. Rhys had his hands casually in his pockets, as if Cassian hadn’t just killed two of your guards.

Eris stepped forward, his tone nonchalant but laced with undoubted threat. “Rhysand, I thought you and your pack of dogs had gone home to your pregnant lady-wife by now.” 

“Enough is enough, Eris.” Rhys growled in response, the dark mist that had once lashed through your skin slowly ebbing from his palms, making the crowd back away even further. You tensed at the memory, stomach churning in fear. “Too long have you played your games. You are High Lord now, and have finally found a female who is willing to shackle herself to you.”

“Two, actually.” Eris quipped. “Your observation skills are quite poor.”

“You can keep (Y/N), if you truly wish. We are here for Nesta, not her.”

You sucked in a breath, grabbing Nesta’s arm even tighter. Although it seemed she barely felt your ironclad grip. She just stared at Cassian, frozen with a look of horror on her face. The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. That horror increased as more footsteps sounded from the entrance. Amren, Elain, Mor, and Feyre approached, coming to stand behind Rhys. Feyre was clinging onto Mor and Elain for support, her pregnant belly weighing her down. Her face was pale and thin, and she looked so miserable you almost felt bad. Tamlin growled lowly at the sight of Feyre, who shrunk back a little at the sight of him. Elain made eye contact with Lucien for the first time that evening, her eyes widening at his close proximity to Nesta.

“Nesta is the High Lady of this court,” Eris said calmly but menacingly at the new arrivals. “She belongs here now. Not with you. You have no claim to her.”

“You’re wrong.” Cassian finally spoke up, his voice grated like stones being dragged across each other. “Nesta is my mate. I invoke the right to a blood duel. Come and face me, Eris. Prove you are not a coward for once in your goddamn life.”

Surprised gasps rippled throughout the crowd. The guests were safely behind the guards, but with the Night Court so close to the entrance they had nowhere to go. You were pretty sure you were going to be sick all over Tamlin’s expensive breeches. This could not be happening. After everything, you thought this day would bring a new beginning, one free from the shackles of the Night Court.

“I am not an object to be claimed at your will.” Nesta said sternly, eyes glowing silver ever so slightly.

Feyre took a wobbly step forward. “Please, Nesta.” She begged. “Come back with us. We can work things out. You belong with us, with Cassian. There’s no need for a blood duel. Just come.”

“Please, Nesta.” Elain added, although her voice seemed strained as if she were trying to remember a script. You glanced at Lucien, who was looking at his mate with surprise. But there was no affection behind his gaze, no longing or desire for once.

“This is ridiculous,” Eris scoffed. “You are embarrassing yourself. By killing my guards and demanding a blood duel, you are declaring war on my court. But I am a generous male. Leave, now. And do not return and I will forget this happened. You have my word.” Morgoth’s deep growl sounded, followed by Athariel and Zorzimril’s. The three dragons creepy back through their spot in the open wall, their large talons scraping against the floor menacingly.

“You are bound by law to participate,” Cassian growled, ignoring the beasts. “I am Nesta’s mate–”

Eris interrupted him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you though?”

The room went still, even Cassian’s sneering came to a pause. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asked quietly.

Beside you, Nesta’s heart was racing. She grabbed your hand and squeezed it, snapped out of her trance. You could feel her confusion through the bond, adding to your own. But Eris continued. “Well, I found it a bit of a coincidence that the High Lord’s adopted brother was conveniently mated to the High Lady’s sister. How nice would that be? To have the brute was a way of keeping Nesta in line and by your side. It all seemed a little too convenient for me, so I consulted with Helion about certain spells that give similar effects to a mating bond.”

Ever so slightly, Rhysand’s smugness faltered as the High Lord of the Day Court stepped forward. His white robes shone in the candlelight as he spoke. “Eris is right,” Helion said, giving a glare at the party from the Night Court. “There are certain spells designed to mimic a mating bond. But there is always a flaw, for no spell can truly replicate such a bond.” He snapped his fingers, summoning a ball of white light. With a sweep of his arm, the light spread throughout the room and for a moment, you were blinded. But when your vision returned, you gasped.

Coming from your chest was a string of golden light. It sparkled, floating like a feather in the wind. It was connected to Nesta’s chest, and Eris’s. You gasped at the unmistakable warmth of the mating bond, now manifested in physical form before you. As you looked around, several others had gold light attaching them to another person, including Feyre and Rhys as well as Elain and Lucien.

But your gaze quickly turned to Nesta, who was staring down in awe. Instead of having two strands connected to her chest, there was a third leading to Cassian. But it was dimmer, the glow not as bright. 

“As you can see, the mating bond manifests strongly,” Helion said, walking up to the line that went from Nesta’s chest to Cassian’s. “Except here. This bond is weak, frail, held together by very little. It has almost no life to it, almost as if it is not meant to be there. Which it isn’t. This is a fake bond, cast in a spell that can only be found in one book.” Helion then turned to face the Night Court, his angry gaze landing on Rhys as he spoke to him. “I offered you unlimited access to my library to search for ways to save Feyre and the babe. And you took advantage of that to find a spell that would convince Nesta and Cassian that they were mates so you had an excuse to drag her back to your court. That is a violation of something sacred we all hold dear, and I am ashamed to have ever called you a friend.”

Mor scoffed, rolling her eyes. “That’s bullshit.”

“Really?” Helion turned to Nesta. “My lady, have you ever felt what Cassian was feeling? Been going about your day and suddenly felt a rush of his emotions as if they were your own? Have you ever felt like you were being pulled to him with the force of a current?”

Nesta shook her head, the silver fire now gone from her eyes and replaced with disgust. “No.” She said simply. “I’ve felt… tugged to him. But not like with Eris or (Y/N).” 

“That is because the bond is fake. It cannot properly simulate the feelings that a mating bond invokes. It is a spell cast by Rhys meant to control you.”

Even Eris was silent, but you could tell by the look on his face that he knew Helion was right, and had suspected it all along. You felt his rage inside of you, blazing like a thousand wildfires at this violation Rhys had committed. 

“Rhys,” Feyre said quietly in horror. “Tell me this isn’t true.” But her mate said nothing. He merely stared ahead, violet eyes simmering at you, Eris, Nesta, and Helion. She grabbed his hand, wobbling as she broke away from Elain’s grip. “Please, Rhys.” Tears streamed down Feyre’s face as she begged.

But he remained quiet.

“Break it.” Nesta said to Helion, her voice clear as day.

“What?” Cassian finally spoke up, his eyes snapping back to the present. He flared his wings angrily. 

“You are Helion Spell-Cleaver, are you not?” Nesta asked the High Lord of the Day Court, hands clenched into fists as she spoke through gritted teeth. “I said break it.”

“No!” Cassian cried out desperately, taking a step towards Nesta. Instantly, a line of Eris’s fire shot up in front of him, blocking his path. Through the flames, Cassian’s face was shattered, like a male who was about to get his heart ripped out of his chest.

“What do you mean, no?” Eris snapped, his composed image of seething patience finally gone as he shot a fiery glare at the Illyrian general. “Your bond is fake. Best get rid of it anyway so you can go back to whatever it is you brutes do.”

Cassian ignored Eris’s jibe, falling to his knees before the flames and staring up at Nesta. “Please, don’t do this.” He begged. “Even if it isn’t a real bond, it’s something. I’ve fucked up, Nes. I have treated you like shit and I should have done more. But we can work through it together. Just give us a chance, remember how you felt for me during the war? Don’t throw it all away. Please.”

Nesta simply stared blankly at Cassian’s blubbering form. There was no pity in her eyes as she spoke. “No. I do not want to be shackled to you in any way shape or form. Not because you are a bastard, or an Illyrian brute. But because I deserve better than the way I’ve been treated by you. I hope you find happiness one day, but it will not be with me.” Cassian let out a sob, but Nesta simply turned towards Helion and nodded, ignoring him. Feyre had gone silent, her eyes vacant and teary as she clearly fought mind to mind with her mate. Elain watched in horror, rubbing her sister’s back as the High Lord of the Day Court raised his arms, summoning a mighty blade of celestial light. It glowed with the strength of a thousand suns, making everyone in the room stare up in awe.

With a mighty stroke, Helion brought down the blade of light onto the rope between Nesta and Cassian, cleaving it in two.

Like a tidal wave had crashed through the room, everyone staggered back as blinding light erupted. Nesta cried out, Eris catching her as she lost her footing. Cassian screamed, hands clawing at his chest as if he could cling onto the shards of the false bond and hold them close. Tamlin grabbed you by the shoulders, steading you as you swayed from the eruption of the magic. But while Cassian continued screaming and sobbing, Nesta was silent. Her eyes were wide as her chest heaved for breaths, but she was not in agony.

In fact, it was like she was finally free.

The flames between your group and the Night Court dissipated, and the magic that revealed the mating bonds was gone. Where the false bond was between Cassian and Nesta, grey ashes now lay on the floor, the wind coming in through the windows gently blowing it away.

“It is done.” Helion said, inhaling deeply albeit slightly pale. Lucien came to his father’s side, ready to steady him if needed.

“Wonderful.” Eris quipped as he helped Nesta back on her feet. “Now that that’s dealt with, there is no need for a blood duel. Or for you to be here, Night Court. Leave my palace this instant.”

“What have you done, boy…” Amren said quietly to Rhysand. She had been silent up until now, her eyes simmering as she stared up at her high lord. “And why did you not tell me?”

Rhys spoke for the first time since Helion stepped forward, his jaw tense. “I needed Nesta back in Night.”

“Why?” Amren snapped. “If the girl wants to flounce about in autumn so be it, she’s not our problem any more. I thought you’d be happy about that. Cassian would have gotten over her eventually, so don’t say it was for him. Or for your mate, who existed with us happily without that wench. What aren’t you telling us?”

“There’s a lot he’s not telling you.” A familiar, deep voice came. From the shadows, Azriel appeared in the corner, hazel eyes narrowed as he stalked up to his High Lord. “Go on, Rhys. Will you tell them why you wanted Nesta back so badly, or should I?”

Rhys at least had the sense to look uneasy. His gaze shifted from Azriel to Feyre, who was looking at him with teary eyes. “Az… what are you doing? I thought you’d gone home…” Mor asked from beside her, wariness lacing her voice.

Azriel ignored her, twirling Truth-teller casually in his hands as he maintained eye contact with Rhys. “I did some digging of my own while you sent me to keep an eye on the mortal queens and seek out Koschei,” He said coldly. “One last chance, Rhysand. You tell them what you’ve done, or I will.”

“Azriel, if you do this you will be banished from my court.” Rhys growled, fingers curling into fists. But he was unable to hide the rising panic in his voice.

The shadowsinger merely laughed hoarsely. “I don’t care. I have no plans on going back anyways. You can kill me after this for all I care, but everyone deserves to know the truth.”

You exchanged an uneasy look with Eris, who appeared just as confused. You hadn’t heard much from Azriel since Beron’s death, only that he was making sure your friends were safe. Truthfully, you had no idea where his allegiances had been the last few weeks. But for him to confront Rhysand so boldly like this… you shuddered. Whatever it was, it had to be bad. Almost instantly after you shuddered, Eris’s warm hand found your waist, pulling you closer to him and Nesta. Tamlin shifted slightly, keeping his position in front of you with his talons out. Cassian had stopped sobbing and returned to his feet, eyes darting frantically back and forth between his two brothers.

“Rhys,” Feyre’s voice was weak, as if she had no strength left in her. “Please. Just tell us what’s going on.”

The High Lord of the Night Court turned to face his wife, teeth gritted. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you.” His voice reminded you of a snake, sly and menacing enough to make Feyre flinch back.

“And what is it that you’ve done?” Amren asked incredulously.

“He sent me to keep an eye on Koschei,” Azriel spoke up again, voice lethally quiet. Nesta froze at the mention of the Death-God. “To figure out what he was planning and how he was able to bind a spell to Vassa so tightly that none of us could break it. But I found something else in my search.”

“What did you find, spymaster?” Eris asked. His attempt to come across as nonchalant failed, for his face went paler at the name of the old god.

“Rhys made a bargain with him, one that found a way to save Feyre and the baby.”

“Azriel.” Rhys barked. “Stand down.” Dark power filled the room, the kind that brought his subjects to their knees. People cried out in pure terror at the sensation.

But Azriel did not yield, did not move a muscle as he continued. “A bargain that traded one life for another. Nesta’s life, in exchange for Feyre’s.”

There was not a single sound in the room for several moments. Until a loud sob broke from Feyre, the sound echoing throughout the vast chamber. Beside you, Eris was utterly still. Too still. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it. As much as you hated Rhys, the last thing you needed was Eris annihilating him on the spot.

“You did what?” Feyre practically screeched.

But there was no guilt in Rhys’s expression as he faced her. “I said I would do whatever it took to save you. I found a way, didn’t I?”

“Not if it means killing my sister! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Feyre sobbed, and Rhys stepped towards her but she backed away, eyes wide. “How could you?”

“Tell me this isn’t true.” Cassian begged, then whirled on Azriel. “This is some fucked up lie you made up to tear us apart, isn’t it?”

“That’s not all.” Azriel said evenly, ignoring Cassian. “Go on, Rhys. Tell everyone what else you promised Koschei in return for the life of your mate and her baby.”

Nobody was moving. Nesta swayed beside you, holding onto Eris for support. Her grey eyes were vacant, as if she were far away. Even Cassian seemed to forget about Nesta and his intentions on having a blood duel, his attention focused on Rhys.

“I promised him I would ensure his safe passage into Prythian,” Rhys began, voice quiet as if he hoped the room wouldn’t hear him. “As long as he spared Velaris from his path.”

Your heart dropped. Rhysand made a deal with the death god in the lake, and would have allowed him to kill Nesta and destroy Prythian as long as his precious city was safe. Sickness churned in your stomach. He was ready to let hundreds and thousands die, many of whom were in his own court.

“You intended to let a death god of the Old World destroy our courts and slaughter us all?” Kallias stood up from his seat at the High Lords table. The others and their parties joined him, unable to hide their shock and betrayal.

“And yet you still wanted the benefits of having us as allies?” Tarquin chimed in with disgust. “My court has already suffered enough, thanks to you. How could you do this?”

Eris laughed horsley. “Am I the only one not surprised by this? Of course he would do this. Frankly, I would almost admire the dedication… if you were sparing more than a singular city.” His amber gaze landed on Rhys, pinning him to the spot. “But no. You are willing to let two thirds of your own court get slaughtered in the process. This isn’t the actions of a leader, it’s the actions of a coward who doesn’t give a shit about his people.”

“Velaris is the only good city. Illyria is a backwards and vile place,” Mor protested weakly. “And the Hewn City–”

“Has hundreds of other females like you waiting to be rescued.” Eris interrupted her, anger dripping from his words. “Do you deem yourself the only dreamer in the Court of Nightmares, Morrigan? Is it only you who was innocent? Only you who deserved to be saved?”

Mor opened her mouth to respond, but closed it quickly. She turned her attention to stabilising Feyre, who had stopped crying and was staring at Rhys as if she had no idea who he was. 

“Rhys wanted Nesta back so he had her ready to hand her over to Koschei when the time came.” Azriel said. “That, Amren, is what he wasn’t telling you.”

“I don’t believe this!” Cassian insisted. “Did you speak with Koschei himself, Az? How could you possibly know this? What proof do you have?”

“Helion, there is a glamour placed on Rhysand’s left palm.” Azriel said coolly. “Unveil it.”

The High Lord of the Day Court waved his hand, and a ripple of magic went down Rhys’s arm from his elbow to his fingertips. You sucked in a deep breath as a mark was revealed, one of striking back ink like the vague outline of an eye with three prongs trickling down the bottom. The room went cold, as if death itself was somehow engraved in the tattoo.

“Mother above…” Tamlin muttered.

Feyre spoke after a moment. “So, what, you were going to just have Nesta kidnapped and shipped off to Koschei when the time was right? And expect me to not search for her and just accept that she is gone? I mean what was the plan here, Rhys? How did you think you could just do this? And let over half our court die along the way?”

“I don’t care!” Rhys shouted, causing the crowd to flinch. Fury rippled off of him as he spewed his words. “I don’t fucking care about Illyria or the Hewn City. I don’t care about the other courts, I don’t care about Nesta. All I care about is saving you, and our baby. Because I cannot live without you, Feyre!” 

Feyre’s throat bobbed, and for a moment your heart ached for the High Lady. Even after everything she had done, you felt pity for her. Pity that she had been so easily manipulated by this male, and was only now seeing him for his true self. “Let me get one thing clear,” Feyre said through tears. “My life is not worth more than my sister’s. I will not have her life traded for mine.”

“It’s already done,” Rhys said, grabbing Feyre’s hand firmly. “And it’s the only way to save the baby. And you. So I’m doing it.”

“Actually,” Eris piped up. “It’s not the only way.”

Rhys’s head snapped around towards him. “What did you just say?”

Eris rolled his eyes. “Did you not get my letter inviting you to a meeting to discuss a way to potentially save the baby and your mate?”

“What letter?” Feyre asked, brows furrowed.

“We ignored it, obviously.” Amren snorted. “A viper like you cannot be trusted, how were we to know it wasn’t a trap?”

Feyre turned on the small female. “You guys got a letter saying there was a potential way to save the baby and you failed to tell me?”

“We didn’t want to give you hope.” Amren snapped back.

Before the High Lady could protest further, you decided you had enough. “Do you want to hear it, or not?” You asked sharply. Thankfully, the Night Court went silent. Even Rhys had bit his tongue.

“As I was saying,” Eris continued with annoyance. “The healers in my court have had success removing babies surgically. It has been done for centuries, and we have the best of the best. The recovery time is a bit more painful, but it would be the safest way. And we were prepared to offer that to you.”

“For a price.” Nesta interjected coldly. Elain’s eyes widened, tears evident even from where she was standing behind Mor, who was looking at her with disgust.

“You would put conditions on saving your sister’s life?” Mor baulked. “You’re vile, Nesta Vanserra.” She spat out the name like venom.

But Nesta did not falter. “Just as you have put conditions on mine. ‘Scry for us, or Elain does it. Die in the human lands, or train in the House of Wind. Have dinner with us, or we will withhold your money’. Those are some of the few ‘choices’ you have given me. It seems only fair that I extend the same courtesy in return.” 

Shocked gaps filled the room, with looks of astonishment from the High Lords. Nesta was known across all of Prythian – the Kingslayer, the Cauldron-made Death Queen. You hadn’t even realised that most of the world probably thought she was living a life of peace and luxury as the esteemed sister of the High Lady. But the facade of illusion had been ripped down like curtains from an old house, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Spare me the lecture about how it was for my own good. I have no interest in rehashing everything again.” Was all Nesta said before landing her gaze on Rhys. “We will save you and the baby, but in return I want the Mask and the Harp, as well as my Made weapons you so kindly voted for me not to have. You will also leave my court alone for good, and end this incessant pursuit of bringing me back. Those are my terms, take it or leave it.”

“I’ve already sworn the bargain,” Rhys protested. “It cannot be undone.”

“Find a way.” Nesta replied coldly.

“It’s not possible.”

“That’s your problem, not mine.”

Rhys let out a low growl. “It will be your problem when he comes for you and your new court.”

Nesta laughed dryly. “Between my abilities, my mates’ abilities, our dragons and armies, and the Troves and the Made weapons, I am confident in our abilities to take care of it. Break the bargain, Rhysand. Find a way, I do not care what the consequences are. If you want Feyre to be saved, you will agree to my terms.”

A few minutes of silence followed. You waited with bated breath, watching as the wheels turned in Rhysand’s brain. Azriel only stared at his brother with disgust, arms crossed. You could feel Zorzimril’s presence in the background, practically begging you to let her roast the Night Court prick alive. 

But this was not your life to claim.

“Done.” Rhys said through gritted teeth. “Just save Feyre and the baby. I will find a way to deal with Koschei.”

Eris clapped his hands together. “Wonderful. And to think this all could have been avoided if you had just listened to my letter. Pity.”

Rhys ignored him, turning on his heel to leave. “We should go, we have business in the Hewn City.” He spat with frustration at his party.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Azriel said nonchalantly from the corner.

Rhys froze, turning slowly to face the shadowsinger. “What do you mean, traitor?”

“I mean the people in the Hewn City already know you planned to sacrifice them to Koschei,” Azriel said dryly. “And Illyria. I don’t think you’d be very welcome. Let’s hope the wards outside Velaris are as strong as they used to be.”

“Holy shit…” You heard Helion mutter under his breath.

Holy shit was right. Cassian had gone white as a ghost, and Mor looked like she was going to pass out. Even amidst your shock, you chuckled, earning a snort from Nesta beside you. There was no need for you to try and destroy the Night Court further. It seems they would do that on their own soon enough.

“You told the lords and generals?” Fear seeped through the facade of sternness in Rhys’s voice, palpable in the air.

“No.” Was all Azriel said.

“Then who did you tell? The fucking birds?” Cassian yelped furiously.

The shadowsinger merely cocked his head. “Funny. Little birds often whisper the strangest stories.”

“You are done with my court.” Rhys said. “Don’t even bother getting your things. If you step foot in my borders again, you will be dead. Do you understand me?”

“Clear as day.”

Eris groaned. “Well, now that this is all settled, I think I’ve had enough of the Night Court airing out their dirty laundry at my wedding. Get out, now. I will send my healers to deliver the baby in three days time, at which I expect my wife’s belongings, Troves and all, to be returned.”

As the Night Court scurried out like rats, you breathed a sigh of relief. “Holy shit.” You muttered.

“Holy shit indeed.” Tamlin replied. “What just happened?”

“Koschei is coming for me…” Nesta muttered, more to herself than anyone. You grabbed her waist, pulling her close and resting your head on her shoulder. Despite her calm demeanour, you could feel the tremble in her bones. 

“We won’t let that happen.” You said quietly.

“None of us will.” Came Tarquin’s voice. Him, Thesan, Helion, and Kallias all made their way over to where you and Eris stood holding Nesta. 

“That’s right,” Tamlin agreed, turning to face you. “If Koschei comes for any of you, me and my armies will be there to help.”

“And mine.” Kallias spoke up, Tarquin and Helion following in agreement.

“I do not wish for open war against the Night Court,” Thesan said, a look of pity in his eyes. “But what he was willing to do to you, to all of us, is unacceptable. No longer is Rhysand considered an ally or friend. Eris, Nesta, (Y/N), you have the support of me and my court.”

“With five courts behind you, Koschei doesn’t stand a chance.” Helion insisted, coming to stand next to Nesta and playfully putting a hand on her shoulders. “Besides, I think Lady Death here could take on a Death God all by herself. We likely will just be there as cheerleaders.”

Nesta let out a laugh – a genuine laugh. It echoed like a song from the heavens, spreading a huge grin across your face. Helion, delighted with himself, laughed too. Soldiers began putting away their swords, easing the tense atmosphere.

You couldn’t help but notice how scared some of the crowd still looked. After all, the beautiful wedding had been derailed so fast and so easily they were left rattled. So you let go of Nesta, pushing past Tamlin and stepping towards the crowd. “My friends,” You began, letting your voice ring strong. “I know this evening did not go how you thought it would. Mother knows I didn’t anticipate this. And I understand the revelations tonight were shocking and unsettling, there is no denying that. But trust me when I say this: the death god will not destroy us. He will not take this court, or the lives of its people. As long as we are united, it will be Koschei who learns to fear us, not the other way around.”

Applause erupted from the crowd, and cheers began to echo in the air once again. With a wave from Eris, the music and festivities slowly resumed. With a smirk on his face, he sauntered over and pulled you in by the waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “My, my, what a lovely speech.” He purred in your ear. “I must say I love seeing you like this. High Lady looks good on you, wife.”

“Thank you, husband.” You melted into his touch, letting his warm scent envelop you.

“I might have to reward you for such bravery later.” He said.

You turned to face him, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “I remember you saying such proclivities had to wait until after the wedding…”

Eris hummed, stroking your waist with his thumb. The act alone sent sparks through your system, igniting every nerve. “I did, didn’t I? It looks like things here are wrapping up anyways, so technically the wedding is over…” He grabbed your hand, and after saying a polite goodbye to the guests who required it, the two of you sought out Nesta, pulling her away from her conversation with some courtiers. 

Irritated at first, she huffed. “What are you–”

“It’s time.” Was all Eris said. Those two words made Nesta shift instantly, the annoyance in her posture relaxing into something else.

“Really?” She said incredulously, excitement creeping into her voice.

“I don’t think I can wait a second longer.” Was all Eris replied with, making your stomach do a flip. You had fantasised about this moment for weeks, it almost didn’t feel real. Within minutes of weaving through the corridors, the noise of the party was drowned out, and Eris took out a key you hadn’t seen before to a room you didn’t recognize.

He unlocked the strange door and gently pushed you inside.

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