#acotar at hogwarts

[lulufoxlainfawn]

𝓗𝓸𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓤

Class in session!! Elain is within her element teaching Lucien how to transfer the mandrakes from one plant 🪴 to another in their Herbology class. Both are represented by their respective Hogwarts houses:

Elain is Hufflepuff 💛 🖤 🦡

Lucien is Gryffindor ❤️💛 🦁

Thanks to @budge_chick for creating this artwork for us. Commissioned by: @krssya_reads @kbirdie03 and me @mayreadsbooks27

All characters belong to @sarahjmass

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Lion | Azriel (Hogwarts Au)

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: light swearing, slight team rivalry, mostly quidditch, slightly suggestive at the end — it would've been smut but I didn't feel like writing it today aaaannnnnddddd it's kinda rushed because I didn't know what else to write.

Game day.

Nervous energy gathered in the great hall as you entered with your teammates. Air was forced into your lungs by the pure necessity for survival, body on autopilot. 

The Gryffindor table practically burst at the seams when they caught sight of their players, all seven taking seats at one end of the table. 

Bets were placed, passed around like a flask of firewhiskey in the common room after curfew. Cheers of smug assumptions, pleas for Gryffindor to win, and well wishes invaded your senses. 

“Don't go easy on them.” Cassian warned from beside you, forcing a piece of buttered toast into your hand. Crumbs fell to the red and gold sleeve of your quidditch jersey that carried the number five, wiped away hastily as you forced yourself to take a bite. 

Your stomach twisted into knots and you felt nauseous, but you had to eat. Couldn't play on an empty stomach — learned that the hard way. 

The bite of toast slid down your throat and you finally looked over at Cassian, clad in his own jersey with the number three on it. 

You rolled your eyes and took another bite. “I don't need your reminders, Cass.” You spoke around the mouthful of toast. 

“We're playing Ravenclaw. Your boyfriend is Ravenclaw's seeker — enough said.” He replied, biting into his own toast. 

Azriel. One of Cassian's close childhood friends, who was practically a brother to him. You'd only been dating him for four months, having got close at the end of the last school year and over the summer. 

“Again, I don't need your reminders. . .” You groaned. “I can play without getting distracted by his pretty eyes and perfect face.” 

“Sure.” Cassian drawled out with a smirk. 

“You're insufferable.”

“I'm adorable.” 

You snorted and then finished breakfast, standing at the same time as the Ravenclaw team captain. Nerves filled your body with electricity, a warmth spreading through your body as the remainder of the Gryffindor team rose around you, their captain. 

Wordlessly, the team followed you out of the great hall, all the way down to the locker rooms. 

You paced back and forth while they sat on benches, attempting to gather the raging thoughts in your head. Finally, with a sigh, you faced the team, staring at them for a long moment. 

“Alright, listen. . . Ravenclaw has a good lineup this year, I won't lie to you. . . But we have something they don't.” You said, meeting each of their gazes individually. “An advantage.” 

A small smirk drew across your face. “We have one of the best teams this school has seen in over fifty years. . . We have two outstanding beaters.” Your gaze fell to Cassian and a fifth year boy with blue eyes. 

“We have an amazing fuckin’ keeper.” Your eyes drifted to a fellow sixth year with ginger hair, before drifting to another sixth year boy with black hair. “A seeker who can win this for us.” 

“And then you have the three fastest chasers in history.” You pointed to yourself, Mor, and a girl with light brown hair, the two females silent with nerves they couldn't hide. “We got this.” 

Just as you finished speaking, the song from the Gryffindor stands reached the locker rooms, immediately filling the room with an electrifying, buzzing energy. 

You're like an empress

You've got fire running down your cheeks

You burn everything you see

Gold are your fingers

Leaving traces everywhere you go

Diamonds in your skin

My blood flows

Cassian stood. “Let's win this shit.” He cheered, the rest of the team following suit as they prepared to make their entrance. You stood at the very front of the group, your beaters flanking you like massive bodyguards. 

Bring the lion out

Bring the, bring the lion out

Electricity thrummed in your veins as the Gryffindor team stepped out on the pitch, a mixture of cheers and chanting. 

Bring the lion out

Bring the, bring the lion out 

Each step was threaded with anticipation and confidence, your gaze set on the center of the pitch. Rather, who was already standing there. 

Hazel eyes and a perfect smirk on his usually stoic face — the face that was anything but stoic around you. Your heart fluttered in your chest slightly, yet your determined expression didn't falter as you came to a stop and his eyes raked your form. 

“Captains, shake hands.” 

You didn't hesitate to reach your hand out, fingers splayed slightly as you awaited his hand. The moment his warm skin touched yours, your fingers wrapped around his firmly, perhaps gripping a little bit tighter than necessary. 

Bring the lion out 

Bring the, bring the lion out

“Azzie.” You hummed with a small grin.

“Darling.” 

“Watch for bludgers.” You shook his hand firmly as the cool, autumn air drifted across the grounds.

Azriel squeezed your hand gently and backed away, his small smirk never faltering as his hand fell from yours. The two of you shared a look that said ‘good luck’, before brooms were mounted and each team shot to the sky, getting into formation.

Bring the lion out

Bring the, bring the lion out 

A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Cassian and Morrigan gathered around you, each of them cheering just as loudly as you. 

Ravenclaw caught the snitch, but even with the 150 points added to their score, Gryffindor won by 20 points, all because of the two goals you made.

Despite losing, Azriel approached you once the pitch had mostly cleared of the sea of red and gold. His hands came up to either side of your face, staring down at you with admiration, loving the look of glee that took over your features at the win. 

He gently placed his lips to yours before pulling back slightly. “Good job, my darling lion.” He murmured. 

You laughed lightly, a softer smile gracing your face as you stared up at him, his hazel eyes boring into you. “You weren't too bad yourself, Az.” 

He hummed in acknowledgment and leaned back in, his lips barely grazing yours before they landed a little more firmly. 

You immediately melted into him, your fingers tangling in his dark hair. 

“Get a room!” Mor called out, causing a loud barking laugh to come from Cassian. . . Azriel pulled away with a small sigh, resting his forehead against yours.

“Remind me why we're friends with them again?” He asked softly.

You snorted and pulled away, resting your hands on top of his. “Moral obligation at this point, I think.” You murmured, your tone teasing. 

“Yeah, that's probably it. . . Would you want to skip the victory party with me?” 

“As if you have to ask.” 

“You're seriously skipping out on the party?” Cassian asked incredulously, his eyes darting between you and Azriel. “Y/N, you have to at least show up. You're the team captain!” 

You groaned and nodded. “Fine.” You muttered, knowing full well you'd be sneaking off with Azriel and having a victory party of your own.

You ended up showing up to the party after dinner and staying for a while, having your fill of butterbeer before you were practically dragged out of the portrait hole by Azriel, who was more than eager to get you away from the party. 

And so the night went out with a bang. 

[sonics-atelier]

The Valkyries In other Universes

For @valkyrieappreciationweek Day 7 : Free Day

Ao3 Link - Moodboards ( no AI generated images were used ) drop a kudos and leave a comment if you can, I'd appreciate that <3

Nesta Archeron - Daughter Of Athena, Cabin 6 / Gwyneth Berdara - Daughter Of Posiedon, Cabin 3 / Emerie of Illyria - Daughter Of Demeter , Cabin 4

Nesta Archeron - Etherealki : Inferni / Gwyneth Berdara - Etherealki : Tidemaker / Emerie of Illyria - Materialki : Durast

Nesta Archeron - Slytherin / Gwyneth Berdara - Hufflepuff / Emerie of Illyria - Gryffindor

- @sonics-atelier 2024 ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form )

Dividers by @cafekitsune <3

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Sorting Acotar characters into Hogwarts houses Part 2:

Azriel - intellect, wit, creativity

[fieldofdaisiies]

𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟕: 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚

Azris Hogwarts AU for @erisweek2023🧡 ~6k words

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As the clock's hands show 11am the Hogwarts Express lurches forward with a jolt. The train's whistle is louder than the chatting of the pupils who haven't seen each other for over six weeks, finally reunited and trying to find places to sit down. 

And so, once again the journey begins, for some of the pupils for the first time, for some for the last time. 

Eris loads his hand luggage above him, rolls back his shoulders, smoothes out his white shirt and then claims his usual seat alongside his house mates. His long legs are stretched beneath the small table, crossed at the ankle. And thank Godrick, the mark he bears since this summer, his mark, is hidden beneath the sleeve of his shirt. It is nothing he is proud of, nothing he wanted, but he had no other choice. 

Slowly, Eris' attention returns to reality. His friend, Tamlin laughs loudly as Elain Archeron trips over his out-stretched foot. He is sneering at her, her disheveled demeanour, having fallen to the ground and landed on her bag. Plants and books about Herbology are scattered around her, pages torn, branches of the plants and flowers broken or twisted. 

The young Hufflepuff only bites down on her lower lip, tears rising in her eyes from the pain that erupts in her knees where she hit the ground. "Foul beetle," she grumbles through gritted teeth as she collects her things, and gets up. She hurdles away, quickly following after her older sister, Feyre who is already in the next compartment, not having noticed her falling. Tamlin is lucky, because if Feyre or Nesta had noticed what he had done they would have punched him right in the face.  

"Isn't the little Mudblood dating your bastard brother?" Dagdan asks. He snorts and points the end of his wand at Eris. 

The seventh year Slytherin flashes him a glower and shakes his head. "Don't mention that, or I will curse your stupid ass."

Deep inside his heart, Eris loves his little brother. But no one can know this, no one can know about their secret meetings where he warns Lucien about what is happening in the world, where he checks to make sure Lucien is alright. And Lucien…he can never know that he now bears…his mark. Koschei's. There are so many secrets now, secrets that weren't always there. Once, Eris used to be a happy, young boy, joyful about going to Hogwarts. This no longer is. Now he is serious, sad, torn and twisted. Scared. 

"Last year, huh?" "Fucking finally," Amren chuckles, claiming her seat next to Eris. He moves over a little, making room for the short, dark-haired witch. 

Dagdan snorts, but then is attention moves to Nesta Archeron passing them, chin held high and not deigning her housemates a single look. 

"Not sitting with us, beautiful?" Dagdan drawls.

Nesta turns her head a little, gives him a once over, her stare flat. "I would rather sleep in the Forbidden Forest or kiss the giant squid in the Great Lake than sit with you."

Just like every year, Nesta sits with her sisters, and their boyfriends and her boyfriend. Cassian is in Gryffindor and it took her a damn long time to allow herself to fall for him, but now she loves him more than anything. 

She does find two of her classmates alright — Eris an Amren— but the rest she can really do without and since she only tolerates the other two, she rather opts to sit with her family and friends. 

"Making out with the squid is probably not much different to making out with Dagdan, is it?" Eris comments, a sly smile on his lips, as his eyes trail over Nesta. 

That makes Tamlin laugh wickedly, but the slap he earns himself from Tamlin immediately shuts him up. 

Nesta is gone in the meantime, not paying anymore attention to them.

"Big mouth, Vanserra. You are the one who hasn't hooked up with anyone in ages."

"We had summer holidays, how would you know?" the oldest Vanserra brother shoots back, hoping his glower will edge onto the Cruciatus Curse. 

He is not in the mood to talk about anything related to love. Love is fucking awful, and annoys him. And in all the chaos, and whirlwind in his mind, definitely something that is not on top of his priority list. 

Tamlin only snorts and shakes his head, not finding the right words for a come back. 

Tired of the conversation, the Vanserra boy leans his head back after a moment, and closes his eyes. And then…Bloody hell!

Maybe love is higher up on his priority list than he thought. His thoughts immediately start to wander, going to…to the stupid Ravenclaw half-blood…And he immediately shuts up his brain. These are thoughts he can't allow. 

They are long past London when Eris blinks open his eyes, absently staring out of the window. "They are recruiting," he hears Tamlin say and quickly hits is leg under the table. What a fool, talking out loud about it. "Who?" Dagdan asks, the obvious idiot he is.

"You know who," Tamlin answer him, but Eris' warning glare is enough for him to not continue speaking about this topic. 

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The atmosphere is gloomy, the scenery eerie, no excitement comes from the pupils as the Hogwarts Express comes to a halt at the platform of Hogsmead station. Students leave the train, crowding along the platform, getting ready to go to the castle. Anxiousness and nervousness weigh heavy in the air, a sense of uncertainty going along with. Koschei is rising to power, and people —mostly Muggles of course— grow more and more afraid the imminent danger. 

Eris Vanserra is nothing, but elegant and arrogant confidence when he steps out onto the train platform, smoothing one hand over his neatly combed hair, the other moving into the pocket of his trousers. The air around him is crisp, a breeze carrying the scent of pine and moss, as it touches his skin. His amber eyes scan his surroundings, halting on the big gates. 

Beside him, Tamlin Fahrhan grumbles loudly, complaining about something Eris couldn't care less about. Dagdan wears an amused smirk on his face, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers as he saunters a few steps behind the two boys. "Our last year," he comments. 

But Eris does not answer him, his eyes are still on the gates, on the Aurors behind them, searching every pupil and all the luggage upon arriving. Cold sweat breaks out on the back of his neck, a kernel of panic and anxiousness taking root inside of his chest. 

"Can you believe this nonsense?" Eris mutters, his tone tinged with disdain. "Searching our trunks as if we're hiding dark secrets." Like the fucking huge secret hidden beneath his sleeve! He is terrified, but masks it in sheer arrogance and disdain. 

Tamlin snorts and shakes his head. "Honestly, do they think we are Death Eaters or what?"

Dagdan chuckles, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Well, that I would not deem as something bad, you know, Tam." 

The two boys chuckle, but Eris doesn't. He feels like throwing up, the tattoo feeling like it is burning its way right through his pale skin. Shame and regret feel like they are sinking claws into Eris' heart. 

As they make their way towards the gates, their grumbling continues, complaining about being searched and all the unnecessary things happening, but Eris does not pay attention. He is caught in his own mind, pained and haunted by what had been done to him during the summer holidays. It wasn't his choice — the choice was made for him. Beron made this choice for him. 

The Aurors check them only quickly, Eris glowers at them, hoping they remember who his father is so they will let him pass — and they do. 

The majestic Thestrals —only visible to Tamlin at this point— are awaiting them when they reach the carriages. Eris, Tamlin, and Dagdan climb into the carriage, no conversation happening between them, until Dagdan unfortunately has to open his mouth.  

"At least the Mudblood is pretty. All three sisters actually are," Dagdan mumbles, gazing back into the distance when the carriage departs. 

"By how much you talk about them, one could get the impression you have a crush on Elain Archeron!"

"Shut up, Tamlin!" Dagdan growls and slumps back into his seat. He flips off his friend, with a grimace on his face. 

Once again Eris is in his own mind. The creaking of the wheels, mingles with the wind around them as they continue their journey to the castle.

As the carriages come to a halt in front of the castle, Eris, Tamlin, and Dagdan step out onto the cobblestone, heading for the inside. 

The Great Hall, brightly lit and welcoming, awaits them, its doors wide open to let everyone in. In here everything seems lighter, the people happier — chatter and even laughter fills Eris' ears and he looks around in the Great Hall. 

Eris once again wears his demeanour of arrogant confidence, a mask and shield he has perfected for himself. He veils his face in cool boredom, strutting towards his house table, just when someone walks past him. Not someone…Azriel Moretti. 

He is also already dressed in his robes, his dark blue Ravenclaw tie in perfect place just like the glasses sitting on his nose, as he wants to walk to his table. 

All house tables are adorned with goblets, and plates filled with all sorts of dishes. But Eris is quicker, not sure why he even bothers to talk to him…maybe because he wants to spend time with the handsome Ravenclaw, with the beautiful brown eyes and the lovely glasses? Ugh, hell no…

"Moretti." Eris' lips curl into a sly smile as he turns to Azriel, who has stopped walking and also turns around.

"Well, well, well," Eris drawls, his voice dripping with a feigned air of superiority. "Look who we have here. Look who has returned again, the Ravenclaw half-blood, so very smart and brilliant. Must be tough, not being part of either side, huh? Not a pureblood and not a mudblood either."

But Azriel looks unfazed, tired, his expression emotionless. He stares at Eris for a long moment and then brings one hand up to adjust his glasses. 

"Being half-blood doesn't seem to be bad to me, and everything is better than being like you — a pure breed who thinks that that sort of thing really matters in life."

Eris raises an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard by Azriel's unexpected response. His usual air of arrogance threatens to waver. His nostrils flare, eyes sharpening on the Ravenclaw. "Oh, how wonderful of you, Embracing your…oddness."

Azriel's lips curl. "Better odd than like you."

When the fuck did he grow that confidence to answer back to me? the Slytherin boy thinks. His glower only intensifies, but damn is it hot that Azriel turned so confident and strong over the holidays.

Eris opens his mouth to retort, but no words come out, he is too stunned. Azriel's subtle confidence has left him momentarily speechless and he does not like this. Before he can find his voice, Azriel leans forward a bit. He is the same height as Eris, another thing the Slytherin doesn't really like about him. But then…there is hardly anything the Slytherin really doesn't like about Azriel. 

Over the last year he has figured out that he actually likes too many things about Azriel. Too many things no one can ever find out about. No one can know about his crush, it would be his end.

"You know, Eris," Azriel says, his voice dropping an octave, "I am pretty alright with the way I am. It took me a damn long time to accept it, but now I can say I feel good about myself, my heritage. And no matter what complexes you have about your own heritage, don't leave your frustration out on someone else, it doesn't make you a better person. It only makes you look pathetic. "

Eris' cheeks flush slightly, embarrassment flooding his entire being. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Moretti. I was just messing around with you, not my problem that you don't understand some fun."

Azriel chuckles coldly, his laughter like a melody that caresses Eris' skin. "Of course, Vanserra." Azriel's gaze is stern and hard. "But I want you to remember one thing: it's not the blood that defines a wizard, but his heart and mind. Maybe you should remind yourself of that from time to time."

With that, Azriel turns around and walks away, not deigning the Slytherin boy another glance. Frustrated, embarrassed and deeply annoyed, Eris heads to the Slytherin table, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. 

What goes unnoticed by him is that as Azriel walks over to the Ravenclaw table, he turns and his gaze lingers on Eris for a moment before he sits down and dives into his meal, his heart beating with a secret that is only his share. But he will never do so.

The feast begins, the pupils are greeted, Headboy and Headgirl are announced — Rhysand and Feyre, to no ones surprise. 

Then the pupils are warned about the dangers lurking outside the castle walls. And then the pupils are sent of to their dorm rooms. 

In the quiet Slytherin dorm room, the moonlight casts a gentle glow upon Eris' pale skin. He leans against the headboard of the bed, his long legs crossed at the ankles. His roommates, Tamlin and Dagdan, are fast asleep, their snores drifting to him, but otherwise the room is calm — one could hear a needle drop.

Eris is wide awake though— too many thoughts are coursing through his mind. 

And somehow, he can't help but think back to his encounter with Azriel in the Great Hall. He remembers the witty come-back the Ravenclaw had, his confident responses, and the way his eyes shone with some unplaceable emotion.

Alone with his thoughts, Eris lets himself dream. He traces his fingers along his bedsheet, mulling over his feelings. And then…he smiles as he replays the memory, hearing Azriel's voice in his mind, seeing his eyes. His heart suddenly beats faster at the sheer thought of the Ravenclaw. Idiocy…

But in the quiet of the Slytherin dorm room, Eris allows himself to hope for something more, something completely impossible.

With a sigh, Eris settles into his bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin, thoughts of Azriel warming his heart. The memory of their encounter becomes a secret source of joy, even though it was all but joyful. But it was…something and a good distraction from all the chaos and pain in his life. 

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"Same old bullshit," Dagdan comments as Professor Devlon strolls to the front of the Potions classroom. The first week at Hogwarts was rather uneventful, but now that the second week has started, things are starting to become more interesting. 

"Today, we are brewing a potion of which the name should for now be a secret to you. And I will chose the partner you are working with."

Groans and annoyed grumbles fill the Potions classroom, the pupils letting their displeasure about it be known out loud.

The professor turns around, his brow raised, black robes like a veil of darkness around him. "Anyone wants to say something?" he asks, in his deep rumble, speaking very slowly. 

Everyone is calm. 

"I thought so. Now, let me put you into pairs." And so he starts. 

Some are happy with their partners, some are not. Emerie from Gryffindor, who is in a team with Tamlin nearly throws a cauldron through the whole classroom when she finds out about her partner.

But it is another cauldron that should bring Eris and Azriel together. "Moretti, Vanserra."

Eris' eyes nearly fall out of their sockets and the groan Azriel releases speaks volumes. 

Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Cassian, and best friend of Azriel, quickly reaches his hand over to give his friend a supportive pat on his back. "You can do this, Azzy. It is just one potion."

Azriel fights the urge to roll his eyes and walks over to where Professor Devlon is waiting next to a cauldron, Eris already standing next to him — obviously Devlon would chose Eris' cauldron, him being head of Slytherin House obviously makes him favour the Slytherins. 

"Don't mess this up, I need a good grade." "Funny, I was going to say the same thing," Azriel grumbles and turns to Eris, a disdainful expression on his face. Azriel pushes his glasses up his nose as he draws in a steadying breath, steeling himself for what lies ahead — having to work together with Eris. Being in close proximity to Eris. 

With the cauldron in front of them bubbling softly, the two boys set out to work, their movements cautious. Eris reaches for a vial of crushed rose thorns, his fingers accidentally brushing against Azriel's as they both reach for the same jar. Their hands linger for the blink of an eye, and they exchange a fleeting glance that holds a hint of intrigue. But quickly they look away, and pull their hands back.

"Watch it, Moretti and take a step back," Eris growls. "I'd hate to see your glasses fog up from the heat of the cauldron."

Azriel rolls his eyes, his lips curving into a wry smile. "I'm more worried about you accidentally dipping your fingers into the liquid." Not a good come-back, but the only one Azriel could come up with. His mind is racing, heart beating to fast — he still feels Eris' fingers against his. 

Somehow, they slowly find their rhythm, falling into a pattern of actions and they work perfectly together, without any conversation passing between them. 

Eris pours a good amount of peppermint and Pearl Dust into the Caulrdon, while Azriel grinds moonstone powder. "Easy there, Moretti," Eris quips, "we don't want you to grind it down to nothing."

Azriel only shakes his head and then adds the powder to the potion and it starts to bubble a little more. "Looks good."

Eris smirks. "Talking about me?"

"No, about myself." Azriel quickly turns his head, not able to avoid the small smile that appears on his lips. 

Their banter continues, and soon turns from not so nice remarks to subtle flirtation — somehow unbeknownst to them both. As they lean over the cauldron, their shoulders brush against each other, a sensation that sends a shiver down both their spines. Their eyes meet once again, a spark passing between. 

The potion continues to simmer, and they are constantly checking if everything goes well. 

Azriel and Eris are the top students of the class, and barely ever fail any potion. But this time, it is a little more difficult. With the constant distractions…

Both look into the cauldron and then lift their gazes. Their eyes lock. In that moment, the classroom fades away, and it seems like it is just the two of them. Their fingers brush once more, the touch fleeting, as they both sharply pull their hands back from the cauldron. 

Eris's heart races, his breath catching as he meets Azriel's gaze again. Time seems to stand still.

And then, as quickly as it began the moment between them is gone. Eris reaches up to brush a few strands of hair out of his face. They have curled around his forehead from the steam rising from the cauldron. 

But it is the wrong arm and his sleeve shifts, revealing a glimpse of ink on his forearm. 

Azriel's eyes widen as he catches sight of the tattoo – his mark.

"Eris," Azriel starts, his voice cautious, "what is…?"

But Eris pulls his arm behind his back, panic flashing across his features. Cold sweat breaks out all over his skin, panic gripping his heart with icy claws. "Don't. Don't ask. Just… promise me you won't say anything."

Azriel doesn't react and so Eris grows angry. He glowers, teeth clenched. "You can't say anything. I warn you. Think of your pathetic Muggle mother," he seethes. 

Shock flashes in Azriel's eyes, just like pain and disappointment. Azriel takes a step back, his lips parting but no words leaving his mouth. 

Eris takes a cautious step forward. He wants to take back the words, wants to tell Azriel that he would never hurt his mother, but his fear, the panic running so deep in his veins, has been stronger and made him say something he did not at all mean. The Slytherin wants to apologise, explain himself, but he gets no chance to do so. 

"Tell us what yours smell like!" Devlon orders, suddenly appearing in front of them. 

Being so caught up in their own conversation, the two boys haven't noticed that everyone else has stopped brewing and it is time to do a presentation in class now. 

"Go on then!" Professor Devlon commands, no hint of kindness nor any room for protest in his voice. 

Azriel harshly shoves Eris by his shoulder as he steps forward, closer to the Cauldron. 

"Step back, I can only smell you, Vanserra."

"Says the one who bathed in cologne this morning — its the only damn thing I can smell," Eris growls, although his heart aches. Why the bloody hell does his life have to be so terribly difficult?

In this moment, as they present their potion, even Amren is quiet at the scenery that unfolds itself  in front of the pupils. She is watching the two males through squinted eyes, a sly smile on her lips. Are they truly revealing their most hidden secrets in this moment, their crush for the other? Obviously unbeknownst to them… 

"That, is indeed highly interesting," professor Devlon says, his eye brows raised. "Is that all you can scent, Mr Vanserra?"

"It is, I can barely make out the other scents over his cologne. But I think there also is…spearmint, and hint of old parchment, and night air."

Professor Devlon taps the side of his face, as if in deep thought and then waves his hand. 

"Good, good. As it should be. Class is over for today."

"Won't you tell us what potion it was, Professor?" Azriel asks, but Devlon does not hear him or decides to ignore him.  

"Amortentia, Azriel." It is Gwyn who answers him. She is in his year and in his house. Her teal eyes meet his when she says in a soft voice, "It lets us scent the things we like the most, the things we desire, those things that attract us." 

There is small curve to her lips and then she walks past Azriel, following after Emerie and Nesta, leaving an absolutely stunned Azriel behind. 

Holy Helga! The things we desire. 

Eris hasn't heard the conversation, his mind is racing, thoughts too loud and he knows he has to talk to Azriel. He walks up to him when the Ravenclaw is about to follow Cassian and Rhysand. But Eris is faster. Hidden behind the robes, he grabs Azriel's arm, pulling him to him. 

There is warning in his voice, but also fear when he leans in closely. "Astronomy tower. 10pm. Come alone."

He does not wait for an answer, he only holds on to the sliver of hope that Azriel will come.

The moment Eris steps outside the classroom, a painful, dreadful time is about to start. He has to wait until it is 10pm to find out if Azriel will give him away, and if he even shows up. 

He barely communicates during his time at dinner, and also not later when they sit together in the common room. He excuses himself early, leaving for his dorm room. Both Tamlin and Dagdan give him questioning looks, sneering at him for being a baby who needs a lot of sleep. Amren simply does not care about him going to bed so early, she just shrugs her shoulders and Nesta, when he passes her before the staircase, has something like empathy glimmering in her eyes. 

But it is only fleeting, and Eris not at all in the mood to talk to her. His mind is racing, heart beating faster than a stallion galloping in the wilderness. 

He feels so empty, so sad, so torn, and broken. When he is finally alone all the emotions reach the surface, and he silently sobs into a pillow. 

Later, he washes himself, not immediately putting back on his pyjama shirt so he can look at the tattoo, his mark for a moment. Everything inside him convulses, until there is nothing but a painful ache in his heart. 

Everything hurts just at the sheer thought of what had been done to him. It wasn't his choice, he never made this choice. His father did and his mother had to stand by and watch. 

He does not look at it directly, the steam from bathing earlier making the tattoo barely visible through the mirror. But it is there. And if he can't see it, he will always feel it. It is burned into his skin…and that until forever. 

Eris' fingers curl around the frame of the sink, his teeth clenched, until he pushes off and finally dons his night shirt. He brushes his damp hair back, securing them at the nape of his neck with a hair tie. 

He hopes he can somehow make Azriel see that he did not want this. He hopes Azriel will somehow understand he was forced to wear his mark. Azriel is a smart boy, and also kind, Eris thinks, he will understand it. Or at least, maybe not tell anyone.

But what if Rhysand or Cassian, Azriel's best friends, already know about it? Would he really keep a secret from them?

Although, Eris doubts it, he holds on to the glimmer of hope — Azriel would first let him explain…

The handle on the clock ticks almost painfully slowly, reminding Eris exactly how miserable his situation right now is. And it is very miserable. 

When Dagdan and Tamlin return to the dorm room, Eris is still awake but pretends to be fast asleep. They also wash and finally climb into their beds, falling asleep soon. But Eris is wide awake, awaiting the time to finally go up to the astronomy tower. 

And so the time passes, so terribly slowly, but at some point 9:45 arrives and Eris sets out for the astronomy tower — calm and smooth as a cat. He can't be caught. Under no circumstance can anyone catch him. 

Eris, his wand tightly grasped in one hand, wanders through the corridors, always watching out for any imminent danger. He doesn't know what wanders the corridors of Hogwarts at night, you can never be careful enough. 

The air is cool and crisp, goosebumps appearing on his skin. But they don't appear because of the cold, but because of how nervous and anxious he is. This talk will decide about everything. 

If the talk even happens. What if Azriel does not show up? What if he already told everyone?

Doubts start to gnaw on Eris…Maybe it had been a bad idea to ask him for a talk in the first place?

Eris' bare feet — so caught up in thoughts, he forgot to put on slippers— move over the floor as calm as possible. 

He releases a low and relieved breath when he finally arrives at the staircase leading up to the astronomy tower. With careful and coordinated steps he climbs upstairs and—

His breath catches in his throat, heart hammering against his rib cage. 

Azriel turns around, adjusting his glasses, and gives Eris a once over. Just like the Slytherin, Azriel is dressed in his pyjamas…and barefoot. 

"You are late," the Ravenclaw says matter-of-factly. His face is expressionless, on the edge of cold.

"I didn't think you would come," Eris breathes, finally taking the last step. 

"But I am here. So what do you want to tell me?" Azriel takes a step back, leaning against the railing that surrounds the astronomy tower. "How you got the mark? If you are proud of it?" Azriel raises a brow, waiting.

Eris swallows around the lump in his throat, it is probably the size of a peach. He wipes his clammy hands down his thighs, his jaw aching from how hard he clenches it. Then he shakes his head. "Did you tell anyone?"

Azriel looks pained, almost like he had been struggling with this question for the past hours. And he has. It has plagued him ever since he spotted the mark on his classmate's arm. 

The Ravenclaw gives his head a little shake and Eris releases another breath of relief, before Azriel says. "Not yet…"

"You can't tell anyone, Azriel." Eris is in his face in an instant, hands brace next to Azriel's body on the railing. "Hogwarts is all I have. The only place where I am safe, where…I…" His voice breaks, not able to finish his sentence.

"Are you not safe with your Death Eater mummy and daddy?" Azriel retorts, glowering fiercely.

"My mother is no Death Eater!" Eris quickly defends, glowering as well. 

He can see his breath —or is it Azriel's?— between their faces and it distracts him momentarily. Their closeness does. 

Azriel raises a surprised brow. "She is not?"

"She would never." Eris swallows thickly. "And neither would I. It wasn't my choice. I did not agree to this, I was forced to do it." "Everyone has a choice!" Azriel growls, shoving his face forward, his forehead now pressed against Eris'. "Everyone has a choice, Eris."

Eris grows angry, because he didn't. It is simply wrong. Sometimes you don't have a choice. He clearly didn't. 

"I did not. With a father like Beron, you don't have a choice."

Eris' eyes close, when tears start to burn in them and already dampen his lashes. He inhales a deep, shaky breath and makes a move to step away from Azriel. But the Ravenclaw is faster, his hand…with scars on it, curls around Eris' wrist. "You were forced to do it?"

Eris nods slowly, and the first tear slides out of the corner of his eye. 

"Do you believe in what they praise? Blood purity, I mean." "I did…I did for a long time." "Not anymore?" Azriel's tone is careful, but much softer. Eris shakes his head. 

"What has changed?" the Ravenclaw knows this is his only chance to properly talk to Eris, to see if he really means it, or if he just pretends to be something better so Azriel won't give him away. 

"Many things," Eris breathes, Azriel's hand still on his wrist. And it really shouldn't feel that right.

"Enlighten me." Azriel won't let him go that easily. 

"My little brother…Lucien. I think you might know him?"

Azriel nods, his expression once again unreadable. 

"He as a Pureblood is dating a Mud—a Muggleborn now. Elain Archeron. And this somehow already changed a lot about how I see things. And I realised that blood purity is simply wrong, our beliefs are. And then—"

Eris cuts himself off, swallowing thickly once again. Will he lay all the cards on the table now? Reveal everything? Maybe this is his only chance…

"And you."

"I changed?" Azriel seems irritated, his brows raised.

Eris throws his head back with a loud groan. "How thick are you? You fucking changed something about me, okay? I have an enormous crush on you. And I don't give a damn about you being a Half-Blood or your mother being a Muggle. I couldn't care less and that was when I realised that I am not like them. That I am different. That I want to be different!"

Tears freely roll down the Slytherin's face. His declaration somehow hangs in the air between them, heavy and tangy, but Azriel, gathering all his courage, does what he has been dreaming of since quite a while. 

He slams his lips onto the Slytherin's, his arms curling around Eris' shoulders so he can bring him in as close as possible. Eris pushes the Ravenclaw against the railing, his tongue brushing Azriel's lip. He can't kiss him hard enough, fast enough. 

The Ravenclaw's glasses are wedged between their faces, low groans and growls, erupting in both their throats, hands touching every possible place just to feel more of the other. 

Once their lips are swollen, breaths ragged, their lips part, but their bodies stay close, holding onto each other. "Azriel," Eris breathes, needing a moment to ground himself. 

"My Amortentia…the potion we brewed today. It smelled like you." There is a small, sheepish smile on the Ravenclaw's face. Azriel adjusts both his glasses and his hair and finally meets Eris' gaze. 

"Amortentia…" Eris' voice is tinged with wonder. "Mine smelled like you." He smiles then, relief and something like hope in his eyes. 

"I don't want to drag you into this with me, Azriel."

Eris brings up a hand, brushing his thumb over Azriel's cheek. "It is my battle and it won't get easier, I don't want you to be in danger because of me. I bear his mark, and I am part of the Death Eaters, I can't bring you into this with me."

But Azriel vehemently shakes his head. "Too late. I am already in this with you. From now on, we are doing this together. I will help you get out of it. Or I will protect, but you don't have to deal with all of this alone."

"Azriel—" "Don't Azriel me! I will help you with this, and you can't stop me."

"Good Godrick, I don't deserve you." Eris shakes his head with a small, sad chuckle and leans in to press a kiss against Azriel's lips. 

"You don't deserve what was done to you, Eris." Sadness passes over Azriel's face. "But we will find a solution. Together."

Eris intertwines their fingers. "Together."

~~~~~~~ erisweek tag list: @brekkershadowsinger @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @liftyourhipsformelovex @elsie-bells @the-sweet-psycho azris tag list: @azrielsbabyg @lady-riel @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt@brekkershadowsinger  @ladyelain @banasheefan56 @a-frog-with-a-laptop @ofduskanddreams

[ankoxlover212]

"I would have waited 500 years for you" R.

[thomasisaslut]

Eris Vanserra x Azriel Shadowsinger

Mirror Sex — KTober

Word Count: 1.5k

Includes: Mirror Sex, Mating Bond, Bondage, Anal, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51246100

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391145416-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫-𝐒𝐞𝐱-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱-𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

There were many people at the Solstice, much more than Azriel expected. Yes—Feyre and Rhysand did decide to invite other Courts as a way to bond and make treaties but even some 'lesser' fae were here.

And, not only that, but Azriel's shadows even reported that Tamlin was here. His High Lady had told the Inner Circle about the apology letter he sent a while ago but still, to see him here in person after everything that he has done to the Night Court and others... it was surprising to say the least.

However, with the crowds of people there were both positives and negatives. Many people could hide the fact that his arousal was practically leaking off of him, the scent was so strong that at some point Azriel had to shoot his load twice into the toilet.

Eris wasn't here yet.

The High Lord of the Autumn Court was the first to reply to the invitation, Only Feyre and Rhysand knew of the mating bond between the spymaster and the Autumn faerie, perhaps Cassian if he truly looked hard enough but Azriel doubted it.

It stayed like this for most of the night, the Shadowsinger only got more in a pissed mood when he spotted Helion and the Lady of the Autumn Court—Or, now known as the High Lady of the Day Court—Serafina was her name, Eris told him that.

The Illyrian's thoughts were broken when he smelt the hint's of whiskey, leaves, and fire smoke. Yes, there were a lot of other Autumn fae here but none smelt like that, like his mate, like Eris.

Azriel quickly made his way to the front entrance to greet his mate when he saw Thesan, again. However, he was not alone. His lover was beside him—that only subsided the anger—Azriel knew that Thesan had liked multiple lovers, he had announced it like Helion had once before. Even if Helion was more reserved with his mate now, Thesan was not.

"Eris." The Shadowsinger said as he approached his own lover, he sent a deadly glare to both Thesan and the person beside him. The High Lord of the Dawn Court only laughed before hooking his arm around his companions own and walking away.

"Azriel." The ginger replied with a smirk. "Something the matter?"

"You were speaking with... him" Azriel said the word as if it had a poor taste in his mouth. "Again." He added.

"I am here to make treaties, Shadowsinger. That involves talking to potential allies." Eris stepped closer to his mate, titling his head back so he could see the entirety of the Illyrian's frame—his broad shoulders, define muscles, beautiful, strong wings, everything.

"Thesan is already an ally to both the Night and the Autumn Court, little fox." Azriel brought his right hand to Eris' jaw, stepping closer the High Lord would be forced to face the ceiling to meet his eyes.

"Yes, but I need security, he is an extended ally to me."

"Are you saying we would betray you?"

Eris' face deadpans at his mates comment. "Of course not, Az. However, the Autumn Court's personal ties to the Dawn is not as secure as it is with the Night."

"You don't need their security. You have us, Day, and Summer." Azriel points out, his eyes darting to Thesan across the room occasionally.

"The more the better, spymaster." The ginger smirks, Azriel's hand was still firmly on his jaw. "Would you like a get better kiss?"

That's what snapped Azriel back to reality, he was acting ridiculous. Thesan had his own lover—even with liking the company of more than one—Eris was mated to him, he should have no worries, so what is the problem? Jealously. Hot, angry, seething, jealously.

Azriel Shadowsinger was jealous of Thesan.

It was almost laughable if it wasn't so serious.

"Calm down, Az. You're going to make the entire place go dark." The High Lord motions to the shadows forming around the many chandeliers hanging in the massive hall.

Azriel instantly tells the shadows to retract, they of course listen in under a second.

"I am calm, Eris."

"Then prove it."

Within a second, He slammed the ginger into the bed, The High Lord hits the back of his head against the pillow, the shadows quickly take form around his wrists and suspend them upwards—leaving the Autumn Fae unable to move his arms. The dark clouds do the same to his ankles, wrapping themselves around the pale flesh before tugging them apart. The Illyrian male nestles between his mates naked thighs.

"You have got to stop doing this to me, little fox." The dark headed male growls against Eris' ear as he leans down, Azriel soon takes the lobe into his mouth, licking the area before biting down—the High Lord's breath hitches.

"I... I wasn't flirting" Azriel sends him a pointed glare "This time." The ginger quickly adds.

"Yes, but I saw that glint of mischievous in your eye, little fox. You can't hide it from me, your mate." Azriel moves his lips to Eris' jaw, kissing the area before moving to his neck and clamping down, he sucked the pale flesh until it faded into a deep red hue.

"So? What's a party w-without mischief?"

Azriel rolls his eyes. "You can have fun without it being mischievous."

"I cannot."

"You're about to have fun now, isn't this not mischievous?" The Illyrian asks.

"Oh, Az. This is the most mischievous thing you could've done."

Eris hooks his legs around his mate, thankfully, the shadows have already stripped both of them nude. The High Lord of the Autumn Court bucked his hips against his mates, their cocks rubbing together.

"I need you, my mate. Prove to me whose I am."

Azriel snapped. The shadows tighten around Eris' wrists and ankles, any previous movement he had now restricted. The spymaster spits into his hands before stroking his own cock, the pre dribbling from his erect dick helped the process.

Using his already—slightly—lubricated fingers he aligned them with the gingers hole before sliding in his index. He thrust it in and out before inserting his middle and ring, he curls and spreads them—making the man below him whimper.

"Azriel... I... I need your cock, please." Eris begged.

"Do you now? You don't want Thesan's? Perhaps Tarquin? Maybe even-"

"Yours! Azriel! Only yours, please!" Eris interrupts.

The Shadowsinger smirks, he withdraws his fingers before sliding the tip of his cock in his mate. He watches as the High Lord squirms, resisting the urge to buck his hips to gain more of the others cock.

"Az... bottom out, please."

"Oh? You want to use your manners now?" Azriel smirks, Eris nods, his eyes like a puppy begging for his toy back. "Well," The spymaster couldn't ever resist his mate. "Since you asked so nicely, Eris."

A hint of excitement washes over Eris, the shadows hold his legs further apart, bending them up and over Azriel's shoulders which would provide the spymaster a new angle to fuck what is his.

His. The words repeat in Azriel's mind before he fully fucks Eris on his cock, impaling his mate with the length.

The High Lord was not Thesan's, Tarquin's, not anyone else's but his. However, that didn't make him not want to fuck the jealously out.

Azriel began to move his hips, the angle provided by his shadows allowed the spymaster to hit Eris' prostate with every thrust, the moans coming out of the Autumn fae's mouth was almost enough to make him shoot his load.

Almost.

The Shadowsinger brought one of his hands to Eris' cock, fucking his hand onto his mates cock whilst he pounded into his tight hole.

"A-Az! Let... Let me cum, please?" The ginger begs, Azriel only nods, his own movements don't stop for a second.

But, the spymaster moved their positions. Eris now looked at himself in the mirror, watching his mates cock thrust in and out of his hole.

"Look at you, how fucking perfect you are for me, little fox. What would others think if they saw you this way? All fucked out, completely submissive for cock."

"T-They wouldn't..." The High Lord of the Autumn Court muttered, Azriel however, heard him perfectly.

"And why is that, Eris?"

"Because I'm yours..." The ginger moaned.

"Yes, little fox, you are mine and mind alone, do you understand?" Eris nods, too close to the edge to make any more sentences. "Then cum, cum for me, Eris."

Eris moans loudly, shouting Azriel's name before his cum squirted from his cock, covering the Shadowsinger's hand with his release.

The new sight of his mate completely spent and now overly stimulated was enough to make Azriel cum, within a few more pounds he came hard, his load shooting deep inside of his mates rear, filling him up with his cum.

"Az..." Eris panted, he made grabby motions towards the Illyrian. "I didn't even get to play with your wings."

"I'm sure we can go again." Azriel said with an evil smirk.

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"It can be."

"Then you're on, Shadowsinger."

[iydiamartinx]

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[freepandahugs]

Well, hello. It’s been a while since i posted anything, so i bring a tiny sketch as a peace offering (?)

Hufflepuff Elain and her lovely (carnivorous?) plant 💛

it’s just a little doodle i did but i found it funny so i wanted to post it hahaha i hope you like it (?)

[rose-of-the-grave]

Paper Bird

Pairing: Gwyn x Azriel

Hogwarts AU

I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist Read on Ao3

Warnings: Angst, fluff, oblivious pining

Word Count: 1,386

Description: What will happen when Az accidentally reads a note that Gwyn wrote about him that was meant for Emerie?

History of Magic was usually Gwyn's favorite class but today all she could focus on was Az. He was seated next to Cassian only a few rows away. They were quietly arguing, or rather, Cassian was talking and Azriel was doing his best to pay attention to class. On the far side of the duo was Gwyn's best friend Emerie.

Glancing up at the teacher who was droning on and on she decided to send Emerie a note. She, Emerie, and their other friend Nesta had developed a system where if they wanted to talk they would charm a piece of paper into a bird that would fly their message over.

Looking over at her crush, she could spot the way his uniform clung to his muscles. The way his sleeves clung to his biceps should have been illegal. When a strand of hair fell in his eyes she wished that she could be the one to tuck it back behind his ear.

She had had a crush on the mysterious, dark-haired boy for years. Back when she was a second year and he was in his third year he had stood up for her against the people who bullied her and her twin sister for being muggleborns. Ever since then she had had a major crush. Gwyn knew that there was no hope for him to see her in the same way. He had been hung up on a girl who was a year ahead of him from the moment he met her as a first year.

A couple months ago Az had finally moved on from Morrigan but he was now dating Elain, Nesta's sister. Gwyn however had watched from afar, hoping that he would notice that Elain was just using him to get over her ex, Gray. It had been three months and he still hadn't clued in. Every time she watched Elain become all lovey-dovey when Gray was in sight only to stop the instant he was gone, Gwyn's heart ached for him.

Unable to resist, she quickly scrawled out a note for her friend and watched as it soared through the air. It had become custom for Gwyn to send Emerie a note whenever she was feeling particularly heart broken. She and Nesta had wanted to ensure that they could be there to support her when it got difficult to deal with how she felt.

The paper bird fluttered its wings and glided in Emerie's direction only to hit Az in the back of the head when he stood up abruptly. The bird fell gracefully right into his bag that he grabbed before storming out of class moments before class was officially dismissed.

Gathering her things Gwyn rushed over to Emerie.

"Emerie!" She called. Her voice filled with desperation and agony. She had been successfully hiding her feelings for ages from Az. They had become good friends lately and she couldn't bear for that to change.

Emerie's voice asking, "What?", pulled her out of her thoughts.

"I-I-I was... I sent a note to you like I promised and..." she trailed off.

"What note? I didn't get a note." Noticing her best friend's panic Emerie tried her best to calm her. "Just take a deep breath. In and out, in and out. There. Now, what happened? Take your time."

"I sent you a note like I promised but it hit Az in the back of the head and fell into his bag. He's probably already seen it by now. He's never going to talk to me again!"

"You don't know that Gwyn. For all you know it could have flown out of his bag and be on its way to me. Or maybe he won't notice it." Emerie comforted.

"No. He'll see it. He may not always be very perceptive when it comes to girls but he pays attention to details. It takes a lot of skill to hide something from him. It's nearly impossible to lie to his face."

"Come on," Emerie pushed, "We need to hurry if we want to get a seat in the great hall for lunch."

"Okay." Gwyn assented, worry still weighing her down.

The two girls walked out of the near empty classroom and into the hallway where they were met by the third of their trio, Nesta. Emerie filled Nesta in on what had just happened in class while they all walked to the great hall .

They had nearly reached the entrance to the hall when Azriel came up to them.

"Hey." He nodded at both Emerie and Nesta before turning to pin Gwyn with his gaze. "Can we talk? Privately." He said that last part to Gwyn's friends before they could declare that were coming too.

"Sure" Gwyn said, motioning for her friends to go to lunch without her.

They left, albeit reluctantly. Both of them kept turning back to look at Gwyn and Az.

Gwyn laughed nervously before turning to look at Az. "So what do you want to talk about?" She asked, her voice wavering a bit. He probably wanted to let her down privately to save her the public embarrassment.

Az led the red-haired Gryffindor over to a bench. Sitting down, he motioned for her to join him. He started fidgeting with his hands a bit drawing her attention to his tight grip on a piece of paper. Her piece of paper.

"Did you mean it?" He inquired, his voice so quiet that she had to strain to hear him.

"Mean what?" She attempted to seem oblivious but her cheeks were tinged pink.

"This." He said, shoving the piece of paper at her. Az seemed to gain confidence as he finally met her gaze. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you! We're friends" She tried to deflect.

"No. I mean do you like me as more than a friend?"

"Umm." She looked down at her hands. "Yes." She whispered.

At his lack of response she glanced up to where he was sitting, his mouth opening and closing without a noise, like a fish. Gwyn looked back and forth, inching back. She made to leave when he reached out a hand, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her back so that she was sitting next to him again, closer than before.

Bewildered, Gwyn sat there. She watched as his hand let go and reached up towards her cheek. Meeting his eyes, he was staring back and she started to lose herself in them as they got closer and closer until she felt his lips brush her own. He leaned back, biting his lower lip. His eyes were filled with hesitance.

"Why did you do that?" Gwyn asked.

"Why do you think? I like you too, as more than friends. I have for a while now."

"But you're dating Elain."

"No, I'm not. We broke up after her ex decided that he wanted to try again." He quirked an eyebrow up. "I also didn't really like her like that. Sure, she was pretty but we didn't really have that much in common."

Elated, Gwyn smiled. Her whole face lit up. "Can I kiss you now?"

"Yes." He said. They both leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over hers before kissing her in earnest. Reaching a hand up to the back of his neck she grabbed a fistful of his air, pulling him closer. Her tongue darted out to lick along the seam of his lips, wordlessly asking for permission. He parted his lips, deepening the kiss.

Someone whistled.

Az and Gwyn pulled apart to look at a smirking Cassian who was accompanied by both Nesta and Emerie. Nesta slipped Emerie a Galleon. Gwyn stood up and was pulled into a hug by her two friends. When Nesta whispered, "Why did you have to get together so soon? You really couldn't have waited two weeks? You cost me a Galleon." Gwyn pulled away, saying in mock offense, "You guys bet on us?"

Her two friends smiled and shrugged. "We figured you would eventually realize that you were both pining for each other, oblivious to the other's feelings." Emerie said.

Laughing, Gwyn looked back at her new boyfriend who was being hugged by Cassian. It had taken them a while but they finally got here. She smiled and, noticing her grinning, Az smiled back.

[faeologist]

Fae Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley being a high lord, or high fae in the autumn court is something I constantly think about…

The first image was edited by @/fredweasleyissuperior on tiktok, I just added the ears.

I just added the ears on the second photo as well.

[ladymadness]

Nesta Archeron as a Slytherin babe

[bohobooks]

Imagine Requests are Open!

Here's a list of fandoms I'll write for:

Supernatural

Harry Potter

Hogwarts Legacy

Scream (preferably the original one)

Stranger Things

Resident Evil

ACOTAR

The Walking Dead

[softpinkprincipessa]

Sorting Acotar characters into Hogwarts Houses:

Elain Archeron - kindness, loyalty, conscientiousness

[creativeroleplay-ads]

Hi! 22 (she/her) looking for other 18+ partners willing to write in either the ACOTAR universe or hogwarts legacy. I'm a literate writer who prefers novella style descriptive writing and can have pretty big responses when into it, and would prefer to write with someone who is the same. I prefer writing on discord, and ideally am hoping we can also be friends ooc. I will come out and say that I haven't portrayed any of the male characters from ACOTAR yet but am open to most.

In ACOTAR I'm looking do a pairing of my OC and Azriel or Cassian. I am open to doubling and would be mainly interested in portraying the inner circle and perhaps Lucien. I'm open to playing almost any females and would be open to creating an oc just for you, if that's desirable to you.

In hogwarts legacy I'm open to playing OCxOC! Both of my ocs are new and still being fleshed out. But I'd be interested in a pairing with Sebastian or Ominis as well, and also would be down to write either of them too.

Please give this a like and I'll reach out!

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