𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧

"You brutes fight like old people fuck." Eris smirks, sitting on the sidelines of the Illyrian fighting ring.

"And how is that?" Cassian scoffs, sending another fist towards Azriel's face, the Shadowsinger smirks and blocks.

"Slow." The High Lord of the Autumn Court grins.

"Slow?" Azriel raises his eyebrow, his foot kicks Cassian's kneecap, knocking the Lord of Bloodshed off balance.

"Yes." Eris crosses his arms, readjusting his position on the smoothed stone he sat upon.

"God, you're worse than Nesta." Cassian groans, quickly flexing out his wings to regain composure, he brings back up his fists but it was too late, Azriel's fist met his face. "Fuck, Az." He groans, his rear hitting the floor as he massages his cheek.

"Should've dodged." The Autumn Fae pipes in, the Lord of Bloodshed glares and chucks a rock at the male, Eris quickly dodges. "See how easy it was?" He smirks.

"Then why don't you fight me, Vanserra?" The General retorts.

"Fine, brute." The High Lord stands up, taking off his rings and slipping them into his pocket before stepping into the fighting field.

Cassian smirks. "Come on." Azriel steps back, going to where Eris was previously sat. "I'll let you make the first move, princess."

"No, no, you can, brute." Eris retorts, putting up his fists.

The Lord of Bloodshed smirks, he spreads out his wings before charging at the smaller male, the High Lord of the Autumn Court didn't even have a chance to react before he was knocked onto his back, now pinned down by the Illyrian male.

"Should've dodged." Cassian spits back the words the Autumn Fae said earlier.

Eris glares and attempts to move his legs, but he was unable to as the General used one hand to hold down the High Lord's thighs.

"Let go!" He snaps, flames threatening to summon in his palms, crackling.

"Why? I thought you said we couldn't fight... that we were slow, hm?" Cassian's smirk grows.

"Cass." Azriel warns from the sidelines.

"Let me have fun!" Cassian rolls his eyes.

Eris takes the open opportunity as the Lord of Bloodshed looks over to Azriel, his fist connects with the Illyrian's face, catching him off guard. The High Lord quickly gets up before tackling Cassian to his own back, swiftly, the Autumn Fae uses his hands to pin down his wings.

Little did he know what it would do to the male below him.

A small moan passes Cassian's lips at the touch, the Lord of Bloodshed's cheeks flush a deep red before he grabs Eris' hips and throws him off of his pelvis bone.

Azriel muffles a laugh with his palm.

"Oh?" Eris' own cheeks flush before he smirks, cocky. "Sensitive are they?"

"Shut it, Vanserra." Cassian snaps.

"Why should I?" The High Lord of the Autumn Court steps closer, his hand going back to the others wings when shadows stop him, Eris looks over his shoulder to be met with the other Illyrian male.

"Our wings are sacred, princess." Azriel says, stepping closer, his front against Eris' back, chest to spine.

"Sacred? That's a bit overkill, you brutes aren't holy." He smirks but it is short lived, Cassian steps closer, sandwiching the High Lord between their two chests.