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98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.” for nessian???😅😅😅😅
Third And Fourth Wheeling - October 16th
Nesta Archeron x Cassian
A/N: I AM. ASHAMED. OF MYSELF. I KNOW IT’S LITERALLY THREE MONTHS LATE BUT I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT ANYWAY
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Nesta would have rather done anything else at that moment than have to walk even for one more second through the streets of Velaris with her best friend, her boyfriend, and Cassian Navarro. Not because the company was bad, but the last chapter of the book she was reading had ended with an unexpected event, and she needed to know if the main character would be able to save herself somehow.
When Amren had suggested going out that afternoon, she hadn't realized that the last person Nesta wanted to see would be there, and by the time she'd arrived at the meeting point and seen him with his back turned in the distance, it had been too late to turn around and go home, because Varian had greeted her with a curt wave of his hand and he'd turned around. And Nesta had felt as if she were floating for a moment.
It was no secret that Cassian had been genuinely interested in her - with all the times he'd flirted with her at every party they'd met at, it was quite impossible to ignore that detail - but Nesta was sure she'd never hinted at her true feelings for the man in question. Or at least, she had been until Amren had given her a not-so-sneaky wink, seeing how she'd blushed when she'd stopped next to Cassian and ogled her with inquisitive eyes.
They'd started walking along the Sidra, stopping at a small cafe with a gorgeous view of the river mouth, only to resume walking after not even an hour. The only thing she could be thankful for was the spectacular winter sunset the city offered them.
"Are you having fun?" asked Cassian suddenly, distracting her from admiring the falling sun.
Nesta slowly turned to face him, clenching her hands into fists in her pockets. She blinked a few times, not sure if she heard him correctly, "Hmm?"
"Are you having fun?" he asked her again, a sly smile on his lips.
Lips that Nesta should have stopped staring at. She glanced up at his eyes and noticed that they sparkled with mirth. She shrugged, returning her attention to the sidewalk, "I'd rather be home on my couch reading a book." she murmured without hiding her boredom. Varian burst out laughing a few feet ahead of them as Amren chuckled beside him at something the latter had said, and Nesta wondered again why her friend had invited them if she wasn't going to consider them at all.
"I guessed as much." Cassian gave a nervous chuckle and scratched his chin thoughtlessly, "When Amren suggested we meet for a double date I didn't think she meant with you." he said in a more cautious tone, "Not that I mind."
A sound much like that of a cat choking made its way out of her, "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling." joked Nesta, chuckling at the idiocy he had just said.
Cassian looked at her wide-eyed and then burst out laughing, throwing his head back, and Nesta thought it was an overreaction to what she'd said, "And here I thought I was going actually taking you home after dinner."
Nesta wrinkled her brow, looking at him with a horrified expression, "Pig."
"I was only kiddin'," he said, still with that stupid grin on his face.
She nodded once, reducing her lips to a thin line, "Sure." she whispered, probably in a more detached tone than she intended.
He seemed to stiffen beside her, and Nesta risked a glance in his direction. The frown on her face deepened even more as she saw his expression. He looked almost tense, like when you're in high school and you don't know if the teacher is going to say your name for the exam.
She shook her head, flashing her eyes back to the snowy mountains, thinking it was just her imagination.
Yes, it couldn't be otherwise.
Cassian couldn't be under any pressure just because she hadn't fallen for his temptation and responded to his flirting like she always did. Her doubts were soothed when he sagged down beside her and returned to his relaxed demeanor.
Still, as she strolled through the snowy streets of Velaris and cursed all the saints and gods of that world for not making her turn down Amren's invitation, she couldn't help but think that she wasn't uncomfortable next to him. That even though their arms touched every time they passed someone walking in their opposite direction she didn't mind being there with him. She didn't mind him wrapping his arm around her shoulders when passersby had no intention of moving and risking coming at her, and he would remove her from their paths before they bumped into her.
She hadn't even minded that he'd offered to pay for her tea, though she knew she'd have to find a way to pay him back. Or that he'd offered her his gloves when she hadn't been able to hide the fact that her hands were turning purple from the freezing weather.
She also liked that he didn't feel the need to fill that silence that had fallen between them, but rather seemed to appreciate it as much as she did.
One thing she'd noticed during the few outings she'd been invited to was that people seemed to dislike silence that was considered awkward, always trying to cover up every second of time by saying polite phrases or giving far too much personal information - things that Nesta could stand to accept from her sisters and closest friends, not from strangers she'd known for a few days or in some cases a few hours.
Cassian seemed to think exactly as she did, however, because he hadn't said a word since she'd contradicted him, and although he always had that confused, thoughtful expression on his face, he didn't seem inclined to start another conversation.
***
Cassian often wondered how people managed to stay silent when they were doing boring, simple tasks as walking. He felt the need to speak, the words tickling his tongue like they never had before so they could go out and tease her some more, just one more time, to see how far he could push it.
Nesta Archeron was the most beautiful and mesmerizing woman Cassian had ever had the honor of meeting, of that he had no doubt, but she certainly wasn't committed to making his job any easier.
The first time he had seen her, he had been shocked by the sharp, elegant, serious features of what he did not yet know would become the woman of his dreams for the next ten months. The eyes of that peculiar gray, a color he had never seen in anybody else, that he had learned to appreciate in the blink of an eye. The dark hair she'd always worn tied back and never styled the same way... Cassian had dreamed of touching it so many times, of putting his lips to it, of holding it between his fingers as he held her.
And the first time he'd seen her with her hair down, that had been the day he'd realized there would be no other in his life. The way it had wrapped around Nesta's face, the way it fell over her shoulders and framed that perfect breasts.
But Cassian hadn't been lost just by the appearance of that ethereal being, no, that would have been foolish. That mouth had spoken words that the man wouldn't have been able to think of even in his wildest dreams. They had made him kneel, fall before that queen he would serve without the shadow of uncertainty.
Yet when he had gathered enough courage to speak to her, she had done nothing but look at him, arch an eyebrow, and walk away.
The dismissal a blow so hard to the man's pride that it had taken him seconds before he realized that she was actually gone. It had hit him deep, hurting him in ways he didn't think he could be hurt, and he certainly hadn't expected that such a beautiful body could also contain such indifference. God how wrong he had been.
He hadn't tried to make a move on Nesta again, respecting what was clearly a rejection, but his hopes had been revived, stronger than before, when Feyre had mentioned to him that Nesta had asked about him. Several times.
With the memory of that hopeful emotion stirring in him, he uttered the words before he could stop himself, "And what if I asked you out on a real date?"
Nesta's head snapped up, toward him, and she seemed to stumble over her steps. Her eyes went wide for a moment as surprise laced her every feature. That hope was about to turn into fulfillment in him, but then she blinked, composing herself, and turned back to Amren and Varian, looking at their intertwined hands, "I'd tell you I'm not interested."
Cassian felt the disappointment and embarrassment of being rejected for a second time make its way inside of him, as his cheeks turned a light red. He only hoped she didn't notice, that she thought he was just cold.
"I see," he murmured. He put his hands in his pockets, squeezing into his shoulders.
He saw Nesta watching him out of the corner of her eyes and turned to her, giving her a tight smile, wanting to reassure her that it was okay. When she realized he was looking at her she parted her lips, but closed them the next second and Cassian sighed, forming a cloud of mist in front of him.
Then Nesta surprised him, "It's not you." she murmured so quietly that for a moment he thought he'd imagined it, "I just don't date people I don't know."
Cassian was confused, "I don't understand."
Nesta took a shaky breath, keeping her eyes fixed in front of her, "I don't date people who aren't my friends."
Those words didn't help quell the confusion inside of him, but rather only added to the disappointment the pain of being told so directly that Nesta didn't consider him her friend.
He decided to gloss over that mitigating pain in his chest, "So how do you meet new people to date?"
Nesta bit her lower lip, the muscle in her cheekbone twitching, "I don't." she said even more softly. "I don't like to make the people I'm going out with think that they should expect something from me at the end of the night and so before I know if I want something from them or if I want to give them something, I have to get to know them. I can't bond - romantically speaking - with someone, if I don't know them."
Cassian nodded, with a furrowed brow. It was obviously the opposite for him considering how madly lost to Nesta he was even without knowing hardly anything about her.
Then, an idea began to form in his head, "What if instead of going out as two people who want a relationship, I invite you out as someone who wants to be your friend?" he asked, straightening his back so as not to bounce with glee.
"Cassian-"
"Please, Nes." the nickname was out hanging between them before he could stop and before she could answer him, he said, "I wouldn't expect anything at the end of the night even if it was an actual date, like no one else should," he took a short breath, "Just a simple day out between two strangers who need to get to know each other to become friends."
Nesta was looking at him now, no emotion showing on that beautiful impassive face, "You'd still take me to a nice restaurant and I'd know it would be a date for you, even if you say so."
Cassian ran a hand through his hair and didn't fail to notice the way Nesta swallowed as she stared at the gesture. He smiled, trying not to give away how much her minimal attention made him feel, "Not even if I took you to one of the most beautiful bookstores in the country?"
Her eyes locked on his for the first time all evening and Cassian noticed that the left one had a darker streak of color in the middle of the gray, "Tell me more." she said, when a shiver rippled through her body.
He had to restrain himself from offering her the jacket. She would surely turn him down and then accuse him of shamelessly hitting on her and he'd dig his own grave even deeper, so, fighting every fiber of his being that screamed at him to hold her close to keep her warm, he said, "It's in a town near here. It's only a two-hour drive." he saw the hesitation in her at the prospect of having to spend all that time together with him cooped up in a car and added, "You can choose the music."
"You read?"
Cassian felt something blossom in his chest. She wasn't saying no.
He nodded, suppressing a smile, "Not as often as I'd like, but yes, I do read."
Nesta hummed something, "And what do you read?"
He didn't understand where this was going, but he was glad it wasn't him who was asking all those questions. Maybe she had agreed to his request and he hadn't even noticed and she was already starting to try to get to know him.
"Mainly historical novels." he replied hesitantly, afraid of her reaction.
The silence that followed lasted eons in Cassian's mind, but when she looked at him, he thought he would be silent for the rest of his life if it assured him that view every day.
Nesta smiled at him and he felt the air leave his lungs when she said, "Alright."
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julemmaes · 3 years
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"OH you are jealous" for nessian please❤️❤️❤️
Jealousy - October 10th
Nesta Archeron x Cassian
A/N: LOOOOVE THIS. Nessian is kinda competing lately for the second place on my top 3 otp (yeah I know what otp means, no need to correct me) and I think by the end of this week they’ll probably get the place yk. Hope you like this and again, sorry if they’re all coming by extremely late, but I have a life;)
Word count: 2,374
Nesta was shouting from the stands while Azriel passed the ball to Cassian and her boyfriend started running to reach the touchdown. Helion and Rhysand were protecting him, tackling and pushing anyone who tried to steal the ball from him. Lucien had entered the field to replace one of the defenders who had been suspended and was now running alongside him.
Halfway through the game, Eris, who was one of the best players on their team despite his bully temper, had seriously injured one of the players from the opposing school and the game had to be interrupted for about twenty minutes.
Nesta and her sisters were shocked to see the injured boy's leg bent into an unnaturally angle and she was so sorry when what must have been his girlfriend ran out onto the field on the verge of tears. The boy's heartbreaking scream had been horrifying and Nesta knew that if anything like that ever happened to Cassian she would beat up whoever tried to hurt him herself.
The opposing school, Adarlan High School, was struggling a bit and Nesta was really sorry that the players couldn't properly focus on the game. She realized on her own that the concern for their friend had to be greater than winning the championship. It was a huge displeasure, also considering that until that moment they had proved to be worthy opponents and that both teams had given a hard time to the other.
Even without Eris, however, their team was doing very well and when Cassian finally reached the extreme in the opponent's part of the field before the last quarter of time ended, the stadium exploded in chaos between screams of joy and chants to exalt the players.
Feyre hugged Nesta with enthusiasm, while they too joined in the chants and the girl managed to see Cassian shouting as he crossed the field and threw himself at his teammates. They all started laughing wildly and when the students began to take to the field to cheer the players and celebrate, Nesta did not hesitate to join the crowd.
She kept her gaze fixed on Cassian, who was getting pats on the back and hugs from everyone as he yelled to his friends how proud he was of them. She saw Tarquin jump on him and throw him on the ground and not a second later, the whole team was throwing itself at him. Nesta burst out laughing, imagining her boyfriend crushed by all those smelly, heavy bodies. Cassian always told her how much he hated that part of the games where everyone was attacking him since he was captain, but she knew how much he really loved his team.
Once on the field, Nesta was scrambling to make her way through the crowd, Elain's hand wrapped around her arm so they wouldn't get lost. The noise was deafening, but she could still hear Feyre loud and clear when she said, "Oh fuck, here they are."
She didn't need to ask who it was, she knew very well that her sister was referring to the cheerleading team.
She saw Amarantha's red hair and Feyre snickering sarcastically when she hugged Rhysand from behind, who stood oblivious to everything while talking animatedly to Helion, "Oh, hell, no."
Elain giggled amusedly when another one of the girls threw herself at Azriel and he jerked aside, looking at the cheerleader confused and stepping away, raising an eyebrow and inspecting the crowd around him. The middle sister didn't even say anything before running towards him.
As soon as Azriel saw her, he opened his arms wide, smiling widely and letting the force of the impact of Elain's body overcome him, throwing them both to the ground. Nesta could not help but smile, seeing them both laughing carefree as they rolled around in the field. She gasped when Thesan threw himself on them and Azriel had to move quickly to avoid him hitting Elain.
Feyre laughed, "Jeez, they are so stupid." then she looked her in the eye, smiling, putting her hand on her arm, "I'm gonna go to Rhys, I'll meet you later." she warned her waving.
Nesta nodded distractedly, focusing her gaze on the people around them, in search of that familiar bun of his. Her stomach twisted when she saw two equally familiar black braids flying in the air. Two braids that she well knew belonged to Emerie.
The girl was hugging Cassian like every time after a victory. Nesta knew full well that Emerie had been Cassian's friend long before she even got to Velaris, and her boyfriend had reassured her several times that there was nothing between him and Emerie, but there was always that bit of doubt in her mind that prevented her from making friends with the girl. That made her wonder if they were not meant to be together. After all, it was not so unusual for the quarterback of the football team to get together with the captain of the cheerleading team.
Everyone was always questioning how Cassian could be with a bitch like Nesta and not with Emerie who had a body to envy even the most beautiful model.
Looking at the three from the outside, you could not understand why the guy had chosen the perfect schoolgirl with a stick up her ass instead of the nice and always available perfect girl next door that everyone would want as a girlfriend.
Cassian seemed to be having so much fun and didn't seem to be looking for her and Nesta, not wanting to bother him and risking to burst that bubble of his, possibly precarious, decided to go back and get on the sidelines, watching him for a while longer. He was smiling so light-heartedly that she couldn't hold back the smile that popped out on her lips shortly after.
Coach Drakon was congratulating the other trainers and when she turned in his direction, only realizing at that moment that she was alone on the sidelines, he smiled at her, apologizing to the coach of the opposing team and going towards her.
Nesta kept her arms crossed at her chest, hoping to look confident, and not indignant and uncertain about what she should do. Hoping not to seem desperate that her boyfriend hadn't even noticed her absence on the field.
Drakon put one arm around her shoulders - just as Cassian held his on Emerie's shoulders and the other tightly around Tarquin's shoulders - looking her in the face with a curious expression, "What are you doing here all grumpy?"
Nesta loved Coach Drakon with all her heart, but sometimes she would have preferred him to mind his own business. When she didn't answer, the man looked at his players, looking at Cassian. He clicked his tongue once, "I see."
Nesta arched an eyebrow, looking at him sideways, "You do?"
Drakon laughed, giving her a quick squeeze on the shoulder and dropping his arm, putting himself in front of her, so as to cover her view of the entire crowd. "You're not as discreet as you think you are, my dear Nesta."
The girl grunted, "I'm not doing anything."
"I can see that for myself." replied the coach, trying to hide a smile, "And that's the problem, don't you think?"
Nesta looked him in the eye, gritting her teeth, "I think Cassian is enjoying the glory of his victory and I don't want to bother him."
"I've known Cassian for four years, darling, and I can assure you that he has never shown an ounce of how he feels for you to that girl over there." he placed his hand on her shoulder again, squeezing, "And as little as I know cheerleaders," he continued, "Emerie is harmless."
Nesta grimaced, "How do you know for sure?"
"Must I remind you who trains them?" he asked her laughing with that deep laugh that made half the teachers in their school drool. She shook her head, knowing full well that Myriam and Drakon had been married for more than ten years and were in charge of cheerleading and football teams respectively.
"Well," he muttered, "because those girls do nothing but gossip during practice, just like my boys, and Myriam and I know exactly who likes who. Trust me when I tell you Emerie is not a threat." Nesta nodded, sighing.
Drakon smiled at her as a father would with his daughter, "And Cassian would never do you such a wrong. That boy loves you too much to disrespect you in like that," he reassured her. She was about to thank him, when a more than familiar voice caught the attention of both of them.
"Coach!" cried Cassian, "Sir, have you seen Nest-" Drakon turned around, revealing Nesta hidden behind him and Cassian's distressed expression shifted. He smiled at her, standing next to the man and then frowned, shifting his gaze between the two of them, "What are you doing here? I've been looking for you for half an hour."
Nesta had to refrain from correcting him. The game was over no more than ten minutes earlier. She shrugged, "I stopped to talk to the coach and didn't want to bother you." she smiled lovingly at him. He reached out his hand to her and Nesta took it without hesitation, letting herself be pulled against his chest.
Cassian was looking closely at her face and Nesta closed her eyes when he pressed his hand to her cheek, "Are you sure? Everything okay?" he muttered when she opened her eyes again, looking at him in turn. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him, nodding slowly.
Drakon cleared his voice, congratulating Cassian and telling him that they would talk later in the locker room about what happened with Eris and the other player.
Cassian didn't even look at him, too focused on Nesta's face, looking for something that would make him understand what the problem was, but he answered affirmatively, assuring him that he would go to the opposing team to apologize for his teammate's unsporting attitude.
As soon as the man was gone, Nesta smiled sincerely, bending her head back, inviting him to kiss her. Cassian, however, did not seem inclined to accept her invitation, "What's going on, sweetheart?"
When Cassian called her sweetheart, the tone in which he uttered it, said a lot about his state of mind and from the way he had just said it, Nesta knew that he was really worried, so she chuckled, stroking his back and stopping immediately under his shoulder blades, where the shoulder protection started, "Nothing is going on, Cass, don't worry."
"So you're telling me that I found you on the sidelines talking all serious to my coach after we won the most important game of the championship instead of with my friends and with me because nothing is upsetting you?" he asked her, arching an eyebrow. Nesta freed herself from his grip, sliding a thumb over the wrinkles on his forehead. His expression relaxed for a moment before it grew hard again.
Nesta sighed, "I saw you with Tarquin and Helion and..." she mumbled, without meeting his eyes, "And Emerie and I didn-".
Cassian interrupted her, "Oh." he made a surprised face, then tilted his head back, bursting out laughing. Nesta was startled, "What is it?"
When he stopped laughing, he looked at her much more relaxed than a few seconds earlier and had that cocky smile on his lips. He leaned forward over her, taking her lips with his own, kissing her passionately. When Cassian's tongue caressed her lower lip, Nesta let go a breath out of her nose and opened her mouth slightly, letting him in.
Cassian's hands slid down and he bent down even more, grabbing her under the thighs and pulling her up so that she tied her legs around his hips. Her arms instead tied around his neck and her hands ended up in his sweaty hair, now left loose on his shoulders.
When Nesta ran out of breath she broke off and Cassian went after her, trying to catch her mouth with his own. She laughed, bringing her hand to his lips, pushing him back.
Cassian smiled at her, squinting, "So you are jealous."
Nesta closed her eyes, grimacing, "Don't say it like that."
"Like what?" he asked, sniggering and making them both tremble. One of the hands clasped around her thighs gave a light squeeze.
Nesta leaned her forehead against one of his shoulders, "As if it were something to be proud of." she complained. She settled her head better, so that it was placed between his neck and shoulder. Cassian held her tighter, kissing her ear.
"Yeah, sorry," he told her amusedly, "But it makes me laugh."
"And why should my insecurities make you laugh?" she asked, only slightly offended. She pulled herself up, looking him in the eye. She found a spark of love there that warmed her chest.
Cassian gave her a quick peck on the lips, "Because I love you so much that I don't even see the other girls and you feel threatened by Emerie," he chuckled, glancing across the field, "Emerie who's clearly been trying to get Tarquin in her bed for months now."
Nesta shifted her gaze to the crowd of students and the second Cassian put her down so he could turn around too, Emerie jumped forward, grabbing Tarquin by the shoulders and pulling him towards her.
Nesta gasped, "Oh, wow."
"About time!" Cassian shouted, loud enough for his friend to hear. Emerie raised a middle finger in their direction, but the gesture was soon pulled back when Tarquin grabbed her face in his hands and the kiss grew more passionate. Their teammates were cheering them on, jumping on each other.
Cassian turned towards her, holding her hand, and began to walk towards his brothers. He was stroking the back of her hand with one thumb and each caress was a burst of energy for her. When he bent over her, bringing his mouth closer to her ear, Nesta had to suppress the chills.
"See? I'm all yours." he looked at her with glistening eyes of emotion and Nesta felt every worry slip over her.
All hers.
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julemmaes · 3 years
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Let Me In - October 2nd
Nesta Archeron x Cassian
Prompt sent by @noorismee (I’m sorry Tumblr kinda sucks and deleted the ask, I hope it’s just a one-time thing cause I could go insane)
“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”
A/N: This was so cute to write and I really really miss my friends right now, cause I’ve just started uni and I don’t understand how many things works so I haven’t seen them in a very long time and writing about them is always kinda emotional. I hope y’all enjoy!
p.s. yesterday I made a mistake, cause I put the acotar general tag list instead of the tog one, so, sorry for the ones who found themselves there eheh
Word count: 2,587
Nesta wanted to cry. She wanted to cry so bad.
She had tried to take this exam four times in the last year. Twice in the winter session and twice in the summer one. Everyone had reassured her that the fifth time would be the good one, that this time she would be able to pass it with full marks.
"I'm sure you'll be the best in the class." Elain had told her only the day before.
So when she had arrived home, today, and had opened the email with the rankings and saw that she had failed again, she had screamed in frustration.
She grunted and dropped her head on the table, banging her forehead hard enough on the wood to make a loud thump. She rubbed her hands over her eyes, yawning and jerking when a flash of lightning lit the room as if it were daytime. She put her hands over her ears, waiting for the thunder and staring at the raindrops racing on the window glass, and when the noise stopped, she started reading one of the billions of theorems she had been studying for months.
She turned the pages until she found the chapter on the Fourier series and started to rewrite everything she needed to assimilate every little connotation of the theory so that she could apply it in practice.
She had been flipping through the book for hours, writing things and doing calculations that she knew by heart now. How was it possible that she knew everything so perfectly when she was at home and when she found herself in front of the test sheet, she forgot the logic behind it?
She picked up the phone to see the time and saw that it was ten forty-nine. She would not go to sleep until she had solved all the problems in the book.
A message appeared on the screen just as she was about to turn it off and she raised an eyebrow seeing who the sender was.
She had immediately informed him when she knew that she had failed the exam again, but then she hadn't waited for an answer and had put her phone aside.
Scrolling through the dozens of notifications - most of them from her best friend - she saw messages from her classmates asking her if she had passed.
When she got to the bottom of the list, she grimaced.
‘Did you eat?’
And a few minutes later, ‘Nesta?’
‘If you don't answer me within an hour and a half, I'm coming to your place.’
And then, exactly ninety minutes later, he had sent another message saying: ‘You asked for it. I'll be at your's in twenty minutes, half an hour max.’ followed by a strangely threatening text, ‘I'm pissed.’
Nesta grinned, muttering to herself, "Joke's on you, I won't open the door." and returned without too much thought to her math book.
Five minutes passed before she heard someone aggressively knocking on the door. She sighed, lifting her eyes from the numbers and pondering whether it was better to let him in or let him die outside in the cold and frost. She was about to get up, tell him that he should leave, when Cassian knocked harder on the door. She frowned.
"Arche! Open the fucking door, I'm freezing out here!" shouted the boy. Nesta laughed, looking at him through the peephole and leaning her hip against the wall.
She spoke loudly enough so that Cassian could hear her through the door, "And don't you think you should have asked my permission before coming here and busting my balls?"
She heard him snort and could imagine him closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, "Nesta, please," he seemed exasperated, "open this door and let me feed you."
Nesta raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "Feed me? What am I? A dog?"
"No, you idiot." he laughed on the other side, then, in a more serious tone he asked, "Have you eaten something?"
Nesta hesitated, "Sure."
"I can hear the bullshit from here." a little pause, "Come on, open up."
She opened the door slightly, watching him step forward and Nesta closed the door ajar, shaking her head, "Cassian I have to study." if she had let him in she wouldn't have been able to do anything.
His hair was damp and his usually dark-grey jacket was now black.
"Cassian," he repeated in a mocking tone and making a disgusted face, "what? Are you mad?"
She shook her head puffing, tapping her foot on the ground repeatedly. He followed the movement with his eyes. Looking back at her face, he said, "Even if you were, you wouldn't have the right to. I'm not the one who ignored his best friend all day." he put one hand on the door and pushed it, holding the pizza with the other.
When Nesta struggled to keep it closed again, Cassian laughed. They both knew very well that if he wanted to force his way into her apartment, he would have no problem doing so.
He took one look at her and made what she called whipped-dog-eyes, "I didn't get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you're sad, so let me in." She noticed only in that moment the bag hanging from his fingers. She leaned forward to help him hold it. She hated plastic bags so much, they always stretched out to cut off her hands when she had to carry them around.
Then she metabolized his words and opened her eyes wide, "Did you come on foot?"
She opened the door, stepped aside and let him in. Cassian trotted into the apartment, shaking his jacket off and passing the pizza to her, who moved so as not to get wet, "Are you crazy? It's four degrees outside and it's pouring."
He looked so pleased to finally be inside the house that he didn't seem to hear her.
Nesta placed the food and beer on the kitchen table, careful not to wet the books. She hurried to put everything aside and when Cassian came in and saw what she was doing she tightened her jaw. Nesta noticed.
"What?" she asked abruptly, "Everyone has their problems. You are a fool for leaving the house at ten o'clock without an umbrella and walking for half an hour in the middle of a storm and I am trying to make sure I have a future by studying, and if I have to do it in the evening, that's not going to stop me".
Cassian shrugged, "Az stole my umbrella and my mom needed the car."
A twinge of pain tightened her heart.
She shook her head, "Wait here, I'll go get you a dry sweatshirt, I should have one of yours."
He nodded and Nesta saw him as he started cutting the pizza, taking what necessary and setting the table. When he came back he was shirtless and was rattling his hair, squeezing it into the sink.
She froze on the kitchen door, admiring how the muscles on his back tensed with every slightest movement. It was not the first time she saw him without clothes, there had been many occasions, but it was rare for him to undress in front of her in such intimate surroundings. She cleared her voice, drawing Cassian's attention.
He turned towards her, smiling at her and Nesta thought she was going to die. It wasn't the usual cocky smile he usually gave everyone, it was sweet and sincere. She handed him the sweatshirt without saying anything and sat down.
The first bite of pizza - although it was gummy and cold - was an explosion of happiness in her stomach. She closed his eyes, moaning and took another bite out of the slice. Cassian sniggered, watching her as she finished her first slice.
"Geez, it's so good," said Nesta, with her mouth full of food. Cassian had an amused expression on his face. He nodded his head to the cartoon, "Have some more."
Nesta didn't hesitate and threw herself on the pizza, filling her plate. They ate in silence, enjoying each other's company. She thanked him only when she had cleaned the plate with the last crumb. He had belittled the whole thing by waving his hand mid-air, just saying that she didn't need to thank him, that it was his job to make sure she survived through this exam session.
When Cassian leaned forward on the table to grab a bottle of beer, Nesta stood up, grabbed the bottle opener and handed it to him. He was about to open the second one, when Nesta stopped him, "I'm not going to drink Cass, as soon as you leave I'll go back to studying and you know what alcohol does to me."
Cassian laughed and opened it anyway, pushing it towards her, "Come on Arche," she did not move and looked him in the eyes more serious than ever, "if you put it like that," he took back the beer and the smile died on his lips. He moved his gaze toward the window, "But I'm not leaving".
She moaned, "What the fuck, Cass." she put her hand in her hair, raising one leg and putting her foot on the chair, leaning her chin against her knee.
"I'm not leaving and I don't want to hear your lame excuses about why I can't stay" he looked at her and the worry in his features made Nesta stand at attention.
His tone became more gentle, "What happened today?"
She wiggled her head for the millionth time, frowning, "What do you mean? Nothing happened," and before he could answer her, she added, "except that I failed the mathematical analysis exam for the fifth time."
"Nes..." he passed his hand through his hair, unwinding it and dropping little water left and right. His eyes never left her face, looking for any sign that would give away her apparent calm.
"Cass." she repeated with the same tone. How could he be so good at reading through the lines? Lines that she hadn't even written, considering how good she had been at ignoring him all day long. She figured, that was also a clear sign that something was wrong.
Not even Tomas, her boyfriend, could understand that something was wrong and she had explicitly texted him "I don't feel very well, I'd rather be alone for today" to which he replied with a simple "Ok, talk to you tomorrow".
Maybe he didn't even care what was bothering his girlfriend so much. Surely he would have been angry, though, when he found out that Cassian had spent the night on her couch.
Cassian sighed, also putting down his beer, "You know, you need to talk about anything, I'm always here."
Nesta felt a lump forming in her throat, so she nodded weakly, not trusting her voice.
He looked into her eyes for a few more seconds and when she could no longer hold his gaze, she turned to her books, staring at the sheets of paper that came out of the pages.
"So," said Cassian, changing the subject for her sake, "what don't you understand about mathematical analysis?
She turned to him in surprise, "These aren't things you would understand."
She wasn't trying to insult him or make him feel less intelligent than she were, but the subjects that were studied in the third year of a math degree course required a broad knowledge of previous subjects. Subjects that Cassian would never have even approached while studying foreign languages and literatures.
"Oh, I know, I don't have a sufficiently developed brain for those things, but you need to be distracted and since you want to study so much, maybe you could repeat it to me." he smiled at her, getting up and standing in front of her, pointing to the living room with a nod of his chin, "Couch?
Nesta stared at him, wondering how it was possible that Cassian was her friend. She nodded, following him into the living room and sitting in front of him, her legs bent under her.
The second she opened the book, the black letters on the white pages seemed to cross over. They seemed to dance, not allowing her to read. She would have been able to explain it without reading, but fatigue was taking over. She closed the book, staring at the cover.
"Everything okay?" he asked with a hint of concern in his tone.
Nesta closed her eyes, carrying a hand over her eyes. Her breath started to tremble. She did not want to cry.
She felt Cassian move on the couch and then he hugged her, "Sweetheart?" he stroked her hair, while Nesta took the book out from among them and dropped it on the floor. She clutched to his chest and took a deep breath. The warmth of him seemed to relax her little or nothing and Nesta only wanted to stop feeling this icy cold that seemed to have been poured into her bones.
"I miss my mom," she whispered.
She heard Cassian swallowing, "I figured," he said in an equally silent tone, holding her tighter, "It's normal Arche, her anniversary is approaching."
Right. The anniversary of Amanda Archeron's death would be in a couple of weeks.
Nesta was convinced that Tomas couldn't even remember the month of her mother's death.
"She was so good. She graduated on time. She did everything perfectly. And I'm here and I can't pass this stupid exam," she said against his chest. Her mother went to the same university, she attended classes in the same halls. She had graduated with the highest grades.
Cassian moved slightly, placing his hand on one of her cheeks, caressing her just under the eye. He had a determined look in his eyes and when he spoke, Nesta knew she wouldn't be able to talk back.
"You managed to get this far for a reason. You are not stupid and the test you are trying to take is not easy. Your mother was a genius, it's true, and I understand that you think you are expected to do the same, but no one is going to use such a thing against you," he reassured her. "We are all on your side. The only one who doesn't believe in you, it seems, is also the only one who should." he smiled sweetly at her.
Nesta moved, fleeing that touch so familiar, so comforting.
"I'm sorry." she murmured.
Cassian was still hugging her, "For what?"
"For making you worry, I should have called you and told you right away. You wouldn't have had to come all the way here." she looked him in the face and found an amused expression there.
"I would have come anyway, Nes. Only sooner."
She smiled at him and hugged him again.
They watched an action movie until two in the morning, hugging on her couch. They didn't go to class the next day, staying locked in the house, eating all the junk they had managed to buy on their little trip to the mini market down the street.
Cassian had also managed to convince her not to touch the books for the day and it had taken a while for her to accept.
She just needed her person.
Looking to her right, she stretched her feet over his lap and he smiled at her.
She was kinda screwed.
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Congrats! "They should have known that fake dating never goes according to plan." for Rowaelin please 😊
He Truly Loves Her - October 8th
Rowan Whitethorn x Aelin Galathynius
A/N: Same as before, I’m really sorry I didn’t post it yesterday, but I couldn’t find the time to write this and didn’t want to post some shitty stuff just because. I hope you like it, enjoy!:)
Word count: 1,502
Elide was watching Lysandra desperately trying to get Aelin away from the bar.
She and Nehemiah had sidelined with Lorcan when the songs had become too slow for them to keep on going and now couples on couples were swinging like a herd of dying cows.
Elide laughed at her own thought, only slightly drunk. Lorcan looked at her confusedly, arching an eyebrow, "What are you laughing at?" he asked her by putting his arm around her hips and pulling her to his side. Nehemiah looked at them with affection and Elide winked at her, smiling slyly.
She turned towards her boyfriend, taking his nose between two fingers. Lorcan moved until he was free from her grip, and squeezed her wrists to hold her still while she giggled. Elide knew full well how much Lorcan loved the drunk her.
"Nothing, I like that you and I are not cows." the boy burst out laughing, asking her what he was babbling about, but Elide was no longer watching him. Her attention was once again captured by Aelin and Lysandra.
Nehemiah squeezed in her shoulders next to Elide, "I feel so sorry for her." she murmured as Alein struggled to stand on those heels, then her expression got sour, "And I'd really like to talk to him about what an asshole he is."
Elide's gaze shifted to the center of the improvised dance floor in Dorian's house, where an equal slightly drunk Rowan was dancing with a girl they all knew very well.
Lyria Ballard had been with Rowan for more than four years. They had met at the end of high school and had been together all through college, making everyone believe that once they were out of school they would live together in one of those mansions you see on TV, with a perfect, large, happy family. No one would have expected that once back from summer vacation they would announce their breakup.
It hadn't been difficult to keep the group together, Lyria had moved to another state shortly afterwards and Rowan had met other people, including Aelin.
The blonde girl had been a thunderbolt for the boy and a burst of life for the whole group. She had brought so many new people into their small circle that sometimes Elide forgot how many they really were.
"Maybe I should go talk to him, this story is getting too complicated," said Lorcan interrupting her thoughts.
She shook her head, "Ae asked us not to say anything and we will do so. Rowan will realize the mistake he is making on his own."
In front of Lorcan's upset but determined face, Nehemiah added, "We mean it Lor, Aelin says that if he doesn't realize it himself, it's not worth it. If he really has any feelings beyond friendship for her, he should act of his own, not because a friend of his has pointed it out."
Lorcan turned to her at that point, "So should we just stand here and watch while those two destroy each other?"
Elide was inclined to support his point of view, but she took his hand squeezing it, "Aelin asked us not to interfere and we won't."
Nehemiah sighed next to her and then they fell silent again, watching Rowan laughing at something the girl in his arms had just told him.
When Lyria had returned it had been embarrassing to say the least.
Aelin and Rowan had never been together and there had been a long period, at the beginning of their friendship, when they couldn't stand each other for more than two minutes before one of them lashed out and started to insult the other badly, but once they got over that cliff, they started acting like an old married couple.
Elide still remembered when Fenrys had gone to her completely euphoric and gave her a speech about how he had never seen Rowan so happy with anyone, not even Lyria.
So when she had come back from Hybern only a few months later with the intention of staying in Adarlan forever and Rowan had proposed to Aelin that she pretend to be his girlfriend on some occasion to make Lyria jealous, the few who knew about it were shocked.
And they were even more shocked when Aelin had accepted the deal, saying that she, too, could use this to make one of the guys in her class, Sam Cortland, jealous.
Elide had read enough books to know where the bullshit was going.
Manon approached the trio with a clever smile on her face and patted Elide on the shoulder before asking, "What are you looking at? You guys all look like creeps."
When no one answered, she frowned, following the gaze of her friends to the massive figure of Rowan, "Ah, yeah." she whispered, taking a sip of her water. Manon was the designated driver that night, " Would anyone care to tell me what Galathynius' boyfriend is doing, or?"
Lorcan snorted, "They're not really together M, they were just fake dating."
Manon's head snapped in Elide's direction, looking for confirmation, "Fake dating? You're joking."
Nehemiah shook her head, "I'd rather."
"Rowan really got everybody. Aelin especially," added Elide, sitting on one of the chairs against the wall.
Manon laughed, "No guys, mine wasn't a question. You're joking, period." she said. Elide looked at her with a confused grimace, "What do you mean?"
"That they're not fake dating," Manon pointed out, taking her seat next to her.
Aelin, from across the room, burst into tears, and although Elide could not hear her, she knew it must have been a desperate cry, because all the people around her turned around and looked at her worryingly. She was about to get up and go to her, but Lysandra was already escorting her out of the room.
Elide turned again towards Manon, "Yes, they are."
"No, they're not."
"Yes, they really are." Nehemiah meddled.
"Are you trying to tell me that every time we went out and Lyria wasn't there or that Sam wasn't nearby, those two were making eyes at each other for fun?" asked the white-haired girl, "Or that every holy football game we've seen in the last few weeks when Aelin ran out onto the field to hug Rowan and kissed him in front of everyone, it was just practice?" Manon puffed, irritated, pointing to the dance floor where an upset Lyria was standing motionless in front of Rowan. Rowan, who was looking around alarmed.
"I have known Rowan since we were children. We grew up together and in the last few months he has done nothing but talk about Aelin." she started, "Aelin this, Aelin that." she huffed a laugh. "Yeah, it's true. They think they're faking it, but that-" she pointed a finger back at Rowan, who was now talking to a not-little-irritated Aedion, "Well, that's not faking it." she took a sip of water, "And believe me when I tell you I haven't heard Rowan say Lyria's name half a time in the last ten days."
Fenrys approached the two boys, an equally pissed off expression on his face. Elide managed to pick up the words "Lyria" and "piece of shit" from his speech. Rowan looked like a clubbed dog desperately trying to hide his tail between his legs.
"No one looks at anyone else the way he looks at her unless they promised eternal love to each other." Manon concluded, crossing her legs. "Those two are not faking dating. They just don't know it."
Rowan ran his hand over his face and Elide almost snapped when he turned around and walked towards Lyria. He took her by the hand and pulled her off the dance floor.
Lorcan did not seem to be in a more controlled condition than she was and Elide was amazed to see such outrage on his face. After all, Rowan was his best friend, but she was happy to find out that if Rowan did something stupid he wouldn't just blindly support him.
"They should have known that fake dating never goes according to plan." Nehemiah murmured, she sighed and walking away shortly afterwards towards the bar where Fenrys and Aedion were still talking.
Lyria was nodding disoriented, but she smiled at the end when Rowan seemed to apologize and put her hand on his arm. He smiled apologetically and she stood up tiptoeing, leaving a kiss on his cheek and pushing him towards the exit.
Manon got up at that point, looking at the couple sitting next to her. "Trust me guys, he truly loves her and if I know Rowan even a little bit, we can all trust that tomorrow morning Aelin will be the happiest person in the world," she smiled like one who knows what they're talking about and walked away.
Rowan was nodding, looking more scared than anything else, and ran towards the door of the house, towards Aelin.
Perhaps Manon was right. Maybe the next day Aelin would finally be happy.
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“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” for Rowaelin please? Bonus points if Rowan says it🤭
She Was Fine Too - October 11th
Rowan Whitethorn x Aelin Galathynius
A/N: GUYS I FINALLY DID IT. THIS WAS THE SHITTY LITTLE THING THAT STOPPED ME FOR CONTINUING TH MOF AND I THINK IT TURNED OUT PRETTY WELL CONSIDERING MY MIXED FEELINGS FOR THIS PROMPT
ANYWAY, I’m just gonna go and apologize for being late as usual, I don’t even care if y’all don’t want me to. I’m so so so so sorry if I couldn’t post it last month, but again, I wasn’t feeling it at. all.
I hope you enjoy!:)
Word count: 1,278
Aelin was ready to enter Rowan's house and find him naked on the couch. Or if not naked, at least to find him without his shirt, while he was getting ready to spend the night with her.
She certainly did not expect to enter his apartment and find him utterly and hopelessly drunk on the kitchen floor, crying in despair.
She also hurriedly got into the shower and shaved every inch of her body until her skin was silky smooth and she dressed provocatively to tease him.
When your almost four-month-old boyfriend wrote 'I need you now, come as soon as possible' you didn't think he meant he was having an existential crisis on his kitchen tiles. Especially when it wasn't the first time he texted you to let you know that he wanted to have sex at such an unusual hour.
It didn't bother Aelin at all that he called her just to get laid sometimes. They already spent enough time together without feeling the need to have sex and there had been nights when she had called him because she was too aroused to please herself. After all, they had met in the bathroom of a pub and enjoyed themselves several times before deciding to start a relationship together. It was no wonder that now they found themselves calling each other exclusively for that sometimes.
As soon as she set foot in the kitchen, getting a real sense of what was going on, her stomach twitched.
Rowan, the big, stoic Rowan, who she had only ever seen acting tough all the time, was crying so loudly that his body was repeatedly shaken.
When he saw her, his expression totally changed and, if possible, he seemed to start crying even louder. So loud that the girl wondered how he was able to say her name, "Aelin."
She threw herself on the floor on her knees, putting her things on the table and reaching out her hand to his face, "Rowan, what happened?" worry lacing every word.
"I got drunk." he sobbed, falling to the side and pouring some wine on the floor. Aelin moved quickly to take the bottle out of his hand before he emptied it on the ground, then pulled his head up and with a grunt tried to pull him back up to sit down.
She was going to approach the subject in another way, "Why did you get drunk?"
Rowan sprang to his feet and nearly fell over Aelin when he swung forward. She pulled herself up and put her arms around his waist to support him, grimacing when Rowan leaned totally on her.
"Couch," he muttered. Aelin did her best to keep him from crashing into every single surface present, but it was difficult when Rowan broke free from her grip and started swinging left and right on his own, chasing away her hands trying to catch him.
"Please sit down, you might hurt yourself," she begged him with her heart beating like crazy.
It was little that they were together and she had never seen him so upset before. She had never seen anyone so upset in her life, in fact.
When Rowan threw himself on the couch, with wet red cheeks and sweaty t-shirt, Aelin stopped for a second to look at him, standing at his feet. He was still crying, now more quietly, but the whining he let go sometimes made her take a deep breath.
She walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, raising Rowan's head and placing it on her legs. The man let go a particularly loud sob and Aelin put her hand on his cheek. Finally Rowan looked her in the eyes and those bright green pools looked at her as if she could break at any moment.
His face curled into a grieving expression and burst into tears even louder.
"Ro," her voice a faint sound as a knot formed in her throat, "you have to tell me what's going on." she whispered to him, bending down so that her forehead pushed against his, "You have to tell me what happened." she repeated more quietly, as she felt the tears appear in her eyes as well.
Rowan's breathing became more irregular and when he let go of a trembling sigh, Aelin pulled herself up, always holding her hand over his face. Her thumb caressed his cheek. The other hand was combing his hair.
"I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me."
She would have laughed in other circumstances - always so stubborn about not swearing -  but it didn't seem appropriate. The situation must have clouded her mind, because it took her a while to grasp what he had just said. She didn't say anything while metabolizing his words.
"I'm scared Aelin," he let go a trembling breath, "I'm scared."
It seemed that the fact that she hadn't reciprocated didn't touch him at all.
Perhaps he hadn't even noticed that he had told her 'I love you' for the first time while he was drunk as a skunk and lying on top of her crying like his life had just ended.
"Rowan..." she murmured.
He frightened her when he snapped up, almost hitting her in the face and sitting next to her. He took her hand and looked into her eyes, struggling to breathe, "You don't understand."
Aelin tried to smile encouragingly at him, but it had to look more like a grimace, "Then help me understand." she prompted him, coming closer so that their legs touched.
Rowan let go of a breath and the stench of alcohol flooded her nostrils.
"This is not a game for me." he waved his hand between the two of them, as if to indicate their relationship.
Aelin shook her head, "It's not for me either." she started, "I know we didn't get off to a perfect start -" she stopped, thinking that their first night together had been the best night of her life, "in the traditional way." she corrected herself, "I know we met in a stupid club toilet, but I want to be with you, Rowan. You make me feel good."
He didn't seem to have heard a word she said and when he leaned against the back of the couch and turned towards her, more tears made their way down his cheeks.
"The last time I fell in love, Lyria died."
Aelin held her breath.
He was still looking at her and finally understood what had triggered him that way.
Doing a quick mental calculation, she realized that today was supposed to be the anniversary of the girl's death. The girl Rowan had just married and who had been pregnant with his child.
She squeezed his hand and got closer, closing her eyes and placing her cheek against his chest. Rowan's arm wrapped around her shoulders and in an instant she found herself sitting on his lap.
"I'm not Lyria, I'm fine," she whispered against his shirt, "I'm here."
"I can't lose you too." he sobbed.
Aelin's heart was broken for the man she had learned to love in just a few months and who had turned her life upside down.
"You will not lose me. I promise." he circled her chest with his slender arms and then Rowan lifted up her face, one hand under her chin and looked into her eyes before he leaned forward and kissed her. Just a rubbing of lips, light, full of meaning.
Noses touching, Rowan whispered, "She was fine too."
Aelin sighed, slightly detaching herself from him and putting her hand on his face, "Tell me."
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Prompt: person A comes home to Person B singing,dancing and just being really happy/laugh-y in the empty house and Person A is just all 🥰🥰😍😍
My Everything - October 5th
Feyre Archeron x Rhysand
THANK YOU GUYS SO SO SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS, I LOVE YOU ALL SO FREAKING MUCH IT’S UNBELIEVABLE
A/N: I changed things a little cause it was way too similar to what I wrote for Fenrys/Asterin today and I couldn’t stand to do two things just the same, also, I’m sorry if I’m posting so late but I’ve traveled all day and I couldn’t find any plugs to charge my pc, really hope you guys like this.
One more thing, sorry. I added many of you to my acotar tag list because of the post/au I made about the IC being mean to Nesta and lots of the comments said that Rhys and the rest of their group aren’t your favs and bla bla bla, what I ask you is, if you are one of those who really cannot even read about Feysand cause *gag*, please refrain from leaving a “bad” comment on the characters.
Word count: 1,475
Rhysand was still in the shower sitting on the ground, taking the soap out of his hair, when he heard the door of the house open and the lively and amused laughter of his daughter and wife. He smiled instinctively when he heard Adelaide calling him from the other room.
"Honey, I'm in the bathroom," he screamed loud enough so she could hear it. He heard Feyre say something to the little girl, but he couldn't distinguish the words under the jet of water.
He heard someone running, laughing excitedly and slamming on the door. He laughed, knowing exaclty what had just happened. He was used to lock the bathroom door, although he hadn't lived with Cassian and Azriel for many years he was always afraid that they might come in and disturb his lazy showers.
And once their daughter was born, this habit seemed to have returned to him, as Adelaide had absolutely no idea what privacy meant.
Feyre let her into the bathroom with her as much as she wanted, Rhysand was more hesitant about the invasion of his personal space.
"Dada! The door is closed," said Adelaide in an annoyed voice. Rhysand chuckled again, standing up. His mood was already improving dramatically since he returned from work just thirty minutes ago.
"Of course it's closed, honey, I didn't want your mother to ambush me while I was showering," he joked, finishing off. He waited for his daughter to answer and when no joke came he wrinkled his forehead. He heard the door move again and then fingers popped out from under the door. He smiled, walking to the door and bent over on the floor, touching his daughter's fingers. She immediately took her hand away, screaming amusedly. They played that silly game for a little while longer, before Feyre yelled, "Ade leave your dad alone and go pack your backpack for tomorrow!"
Rhysand laughed when he heard Adelaide complainin. Feyre just told her that if she didn't pack her schoolbag at that time, the next day she wouldn't have the toys she wanted at kindergarten and Rhysand heard her gasp. And then Adelaide's hand popped out again under the door, her fingers moving upwards, "Bye daddy, I have to go do something important," he squeezed her fingers, smiling and looking up at the ceiling, shaking his head, "Sure, see you later."
He heard her running down the corridor and imagined her black ponytails flying behind her.
He returned to the sink, looking in the mirror and deciding at that moment he needed to shave. He turned on the electric razor and heard someone knocking at the door. He closed his eyes sighing, "What's wrong?"
"I just wanted to know if everything was alright."
It was Feyre.
Rhysand leaned against the sink, nodding and convincing himself more than his wife, "Yes, alright. I'll tell you later."
He heard Feyre move against the door, "If you have something to tell me, it means it's not alright." a pause and then the handle moved, "Come on, let me in."
"No, really, nothing serious." he reassured her, "And besides, if I let you in, we have to let Ade in too, and I don't feel like talking about work in front of her."
"Yeah, I know." she sounded down, but Rhysand knew it wasn't because he wasn't letting her in, more because she couldn't comfort him now. "I see you made dinner, thank you." she added.
"No need to thank me Feyre, you do it every night." he chuckled.
He heard her yawn, "And you thank me every night, so I can thank you too."
Their quarrel ended there, as Adelaide was calling her mother loudly, unable to find her favorite toy car.
Rhysand allowed himself to stay in the bathroom for a few more minutes, enjoying the steam from the shower and letting his hair dry without the need for a hair dryer. It was hot enough that he wouldn't risk catching a cold if he didn't.
He came out of the bathroom and headed into his room, trying not to make any noise and attract his daughter's attention. He managed to get dressed quickly and tiptoed to the kitchen, where his intention was to scare his girls, but once he got to the door he froze. Heart in his throat.
Feyre was holding Adelaide in her arms and they were dancing hugging. His daughter's head bent back in a carefree laugh. His wife was moving her hands on her sides as Ade tried in every way to free herself. As soon as Feyre stopped tickling her, she turned to Rhysand and screamed excitedly, throwing herself at her father.
He took her mid-air when she jumped up, clutching both hands to his arms and flew her into the air, covering her with kisses and continuing the torture that Feyre had begun.
He couldn't remember the title of the song, but he knew the words by heart, and when the chorus arrived, Feyre joined them, hugging his daughter from behind and leaning forward to kiss Rhysand on the lips. They looked into each other's eyes and those of her shone with emotion when they both sang, shifting their attention to Adelaide.
I'll give you everything I have
I'll teach you everything I know
I promise I'll do better
Adelaide stopped squirming, bending over backwards and placing her chubby little hands on her mother's cheeks. Feyre smiled at her and made funny grimaces that made their child laugh. Rhysand held her tightly on his chest. She could feel Feyre's warmth so close to hers that it merged with Adelaide's.
They sang at the top of their lungs and at a certain point they were joined by the little one, taking Rhysand's ears in their hands and squeezing them.
Cause you are loved
You are loved more than you know
It almost made him cry when towards the end of the song, Feyre put her arms around his hips and began to swing, moving slowly. He looked at her again, leaning forward and leaving a kiss on those rosy, perfect lips.
"Dada I want a kiss too!" shouted Adelaide, taking his face in her hands and making him turn towards her. Feyre laughed, shaking her head and squeezing his side, "I don't think so. He is all mine." Rhysand laughed with her and whitened immediately afterwards as he heard Feyre's words, "You must find your beautiful man to make children with, I have worked so hard to win your father's heart."
Adelaide sulked and squeezed her father's cheeks. Before she could speak, Rhysand had covered her mouth with one hand, a hand that was big enough to cover most of her nose and neck. He looked her straight in the eyes and with a very serious expression, "You don't have to find anything at all. You are all mine," he said to her, kissing her forehead, "Don't listen to your mother," he specified, "and she didn't have to do anything at all, this slacker here, I had to fight to make your mother marry me."
Feyre giggled, taking Adelaide from his arms, "And yet, the day will come when you will find someone as beautiful as your father and marry him and give us many beautiful grandchildren." she looked at him with an amused expression, making fun of him.
"Ade, don't you dare listen to her."
Their daughter seemed unaware of that little bickering between her parents, but she didn't mind being passed from the arms of one to the other, receiving many loving kisses.
Feyre looked at him shaking her head, "Is everything alright?" she asked him, worrying that he wasn't getting any better. Rhysand nodded, "Are you sure?" she asked, just in case he was lying. He approached her, rubbing his nose against hers, "Sure. You are my everything, and you both seem more than alright."
Feyre snorted, "That was so lame."
"But you like me all the same." she nodded, despite herself.
They ate on the couch that evening, hugging each other, then put on a cartoon. One of those cartoons that Feyre hated so much, full of useless and morbid songs. Songs that seemed to drive her daughter and especially her husband crazy, who never complained about how many times Adelaide wanted to see a movie over and over again.
Feyre had parted from the other two for a moment to clean up the kitchen and when she returned she found them both lying on the floor on the carpet. Adelaide was lying entirely on her father's chest, who wrapped her with his arms. She decided not to wake her family up, both of them looking more than at peace with themselves, and she lay down on the sofa next to them, placing one hand on her daughter's back and falling asleep shortly afterwards.
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Hey! Can I please have Thomastair with "I love you! Are you blind?" With Alastair being the oblivious one......I just adore your writing, especially that 'You marry me Alas' one! 💕
Blind - October 6th
Alastair Carstairs x Thomas Lightwood
A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt and I’m really glad you like You marry me Alas, it’s my favorite too. I hope this is satisfying enough for you and I’m really sorry if I posted so late, but as I said yesterday, I’m not home and it’s kinda hard to arrange things.
Word count: 1,745
Throughout the evening, Thomas had watched the newcomer flirt with Alastair. He thought he had been fairly good at hiding that feeling of uncertainty and anger towards the adonis, Dalton Roseblade, but from the looks Matthew and James were casting his way, he was not doing so well. He had to be honest, Dalton's pitch black hair and bright green eyes were much more inviting than the normal light brown of his hair and the chestnut of his eyes, but he was still irritated by the constant interactions and touches shared by Alastair and him.
"Alas!" cried the new boy, "Come! It's your turn."
Thomas had to hold back a shudder of disgust when Alastair stood up from the seat next to his and smiled at the other boy, "What's the rush? You know I'm going to kick your ass anyway," he joked, placing a hand on Dalton's arm.
Following Alastair's gesture with his eyes and hearing the other guy's laugh, he also stood up, no longer able to support that situation, and left the arcade, giving Lucie permission to play for him. He sucked at bowling anyway, he might as well let someone else play if he could avoid those constant exchanges of sympathetic glances.
He felt someone grab his arm when he was at the door and turned abruptly, with a frown on his face, ready to tell his boyfriend to go back to make goo-goo eyes at other people. His expression changed from irritated to apologetic when he realized it was Matthew.
His friend looked him in the eye and Thomas could almost see the wheels in his brain twirling, "Do you need me to come out with you?" he asked him quietly, but in a firm tone.
Thomas took one look at the bowling alley filled with his friends and saw Dalton helping Alastair choose "the perfect ball". He thought that any excuse was good to touch the other. He shifted his attention to the new boy's face and grimaced, focusing back on Matthew, "Whatever."
The blond nodded, "Give me a second, I'll get the cigarettes."
Thomas waited for him in front of the entrance and when James lifted his thumb up to him as if to ask him if everything was all right, he nodded just once, snorting. Christopher was also watching him closely, chewing on his lip, thoughtful.
If everyone had noticed it, Alastair must have noticed too and it was pissing him off even more, because if what he thought was true, it meant his boyfriend was doing that on purpose. Maybe to make him jealous.
He doesn't need to make me jealous, I'm already his. Thomas thought while accepting one of Math's cigarettes.
As he breathed in he could feel the other's green stinging eyes burning on the back of his head, "Do you think he's doing this without realizing it?"
Thomas snickered jokingly, "No, Alastair is not stupid. He knows he's bugging me."
"Well, sorry for the next words, but he's a piece of shit," Matthew said as he sat on the parking lot wall. Thomas imitated him, swinging his legs.
He shrugged, "I don't think he's being mean. He knows it bothers me, yes, but he does it to get my attention," he muttered, adding shortly afterwards, "At least I think so."
Matthew didn't answer right away and Thomas was more than happy to finish the conversation there, but the friend picked up just as he was about to get up, stopping him, "That's not nice of him anyway."
He looked over his shoulder. Matthew wrinkled his forehead, "I mean, after all, you've already gone out several times." he continued, saying the obvious, "You've even kissed, haven't you?" he asked for confirmation.
Thomas simply nodded, making a cloud of smoke. The blond knew very well that they had kissed. He had got him drunk off his ass to celebrate that slightest achievement.
Besides, Thomas insisted on calling him his boyfriend when they talked about it in private, but he and Alastair had never really said anything about the matter and the guy wasn't even sure if the other wanted a real relationship with him.
They finished their cigarettes in silence and Matthew didn't let half a second pass before lighting a second one. Thomas allowed himself to admire the beauty of his friend's face lit only by the dim light of the fire. He wondered how it was possible that of all the friends in their group, Matthew was the only single one.
"Maybe he's trying to send me a message and wants to tell me that if I don't hurry he could easily find someone else." he hypothesized by jumping off the wall and rubbing his hands on his pants.
Matthew laughed, "If that's the case, it would be pretty childish." when Thomas raised an eyebrow, he explained, "I mean, you've been going out for more than a month, like, three times a week - how you're not together yet, only you know." he gave him a questioning look, "If he were to go out tonight with this charade just to tell you to hurry up instead of taking a step forward himself, it would be ridiculous."
"I guess you're right," whispered Thomas, kicking a pebble on the ground.
"Well," Matthew said, "you don't have to guess anymore, you can ask him directly."
He jumped off the wall, pointing with his chin to the entrance of the arcade, where a very confused Alastair was looking at them with his hands in his pockets and an uncertain expression.
Matthew patted him on the shoulder, wishing him good luck, and nodded his head once as he passed Alastair, before returning to the building.
Thomas was not sure he wanted to have this conversation now.
Alastair was the first to speak, "Are you okay?" he seemed genuinely concerned by the tone of his voice, but Thomas couldn't look him in the face.
"Yes, I'm fine," he replied dryly, keeping on playing with the rock.
He heard, more than saw, Alastair approaching, "Are you sure?"
"I've never been so sure in my life, why do you ask?"
"Because you've been avoiding me all evening and I cannot for the love of god understand why." to those words, uttered with sincere confusion, Thomas' head snapped up, in Alastair's direction.
He opened his eyes wide, opening his mouth slightly, "Avoiding you?" he wondered if he had heard right. When Alastair nodded, his mouth reduced to a thin line, Thomas laughed, "Are you fucking with me?"
Alastair winced at the words. It was so unusual to hear Thomas swear, that even the boy himself was left with a bitter taste in his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Alastair asked harmlessly.
"Oh my goodness, don't you really get it?" he asked bewildered, trying to figure out if the other was really joking or if he hadn't noticed the way he had behaved with him and Dalton.
Alastair's features got stiffer and he came a few steps closer, pointing a finger at his chest, "I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care." he began, lowering his hand, "I came out here to tell you that if you're going to act like this for much longer, I'd rather end it here."
Thomas couldn't believe what he was saying, "You're kidding." it wasn't a question.
"No, damn it, Thomas, I'm not joking. You've been avoiding me since we got here and I thought things were going well between us. After all those fucking dates." Alastair had raised his voice and he sounded delirious. Maybe Thomas wasn't the only one who had had a bad night. "And instead I find myself forced to endure the pity of a stranger. A stranger who has realized how badly my boyfriend is treating me and who is trying to cheer me up".
Thomas was left breathless.
Boyfriend.
"What did you say?"
Alastair frowned, raising his hands to the sky and growling, "Are you serious now?"
Thomas looked him straight in the eye, "You called me your boyfriend."
The boy in front of him seemed more confused than ever, "Yes, Thomas. I called you my boyfriend."
"But you," Thomas stumbled over the words, "have been flirting with Dalton all night."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, exasperated by this quarrel that was going in two very different directions. He reached out his hands to Thomas, but immediately put them down again, not wanting to overstep his boundaries, "I tried to start a conversation with you nine times tonight. Nine." Alastair clarified, grimacing, "Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to try to explain to Dalton that the sulking and silent boy who was blatantly ignoring me and treating me like a stranger was my boyfriend?"
Thomas shook his head. He had been so stupid.
He felt so guilty he couldn't even speak.
He had treated Alastair harshly all night, convinced that he was flirting with the newcomer, when in reality he had only sought some comfort because of his behavior towards him.
He didn't realize that Alastair had kept talking until he heard him say, "and I know you hate me-".
Something in Thomas' head must have broken down, because his following words were, "Hate you? I love you!" he almost shouted.
Alastair stopped, closing his eyes for one second too long and opening his mouth slightly.
"What?"
"I love you! Are you blind?" said Thomas laughing, getting so close that he felt the warmth radiating from the other's body, "God, I love you so much that my heart burst when I look at you. And I love you so much that when I got here and saw you talking to Dalton the part of my brain that deals with logical thinking stopped working," they both laughed. Both their cheeks reddened from the cold and embarrassment.
He grabbed Alastair's face and the other one basked in that touch, "You love me."
"I love you, Alas." the boy's eyes softened and a slight smile formed on both their lips.
And then finally, Thomas leaned forward and sealed his lips on Alastair's. His tongue stroked the other's repeatedly and when he began to see us black from the lack of oxygen, Thomas broke away, sighing and laughing with their foreheads pressed together.
"I am an idiot, forgive me," whispered Thomas against his lips, closing his eyes.
Alastair smiled, kissing him again, "Forgiven," he said amusedly, "idiot."
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Person A buying a giant, silly, inflatable sprinkler toy for the backyard and Person B teasing them, saying they don't need it and that it's ridiculous. Then one day, Person A comes home to find Person B in the backyard playing with it bromance for Aedion and Aelin? Please?
Ridiculous - October 13th
Aedion Ashryver - Aelin Galathynius
A/N: I really didn’t know what to do with this, I hope it’s enough and that you like it;)
Word count: 1,320
Aelin was bouncing from foot to foot making shrill verses of excitement as the delivery men left the giant package in the backyard of their house.
Lorcan and Fenrys would come and help Rowan put it all together that afternoon. The first one was forced by Elide, who had threatened to leave without sex for two weeks if he told his sister that he wouldn't help her and Aelin couldn't wait to have her own inflatable house in the back garden.
"Gods, guys," she squealed, "I'm so excited!"
Rowan laughed, putting his arm around her shoulders, "Please don't make me regret agreeing to buy it."
Lysandra gave him an amused look and then turned to Aedion when her giant blond boyfriend snorted, "You don't need this. It's ridiculous."
Aelin's eyes snapped in his direction, shocked as much as disappointed. She opened her mouth, certainly to insult him, but then she closed it. Her lips were reduced to a thin line until she found the perfect comeback.
She grunted when Aedion raised an eyebrow, an evil grin on her lips, "What? Do you think I'm right?"
She scoffed, "No, I'm just sad." Rowan stiffened beside her, bending his head backwards, making a noise of exasperation. Lysandra mimicked his movements, muttering a 'please don't'.
"You're jealous because Lys would never let you put something like that in the garden." Aedion looked at her slightly open-mouthed, "My fiancé is better than yours." she stuck her tongue out.
It was Lysandra's turn to chuckle, her forehead wrinkled, "Yeah, because I'm not a simp, unlike someone else."
Rowan looked at her upset, bringing a hand to his chest, "Excuse me?"
Aedion ignored him and turned to his cousin, "That's not true. I would never want anything like that in my house. It's a waste of energy."
"Nah."
"We'll talk about it when your bill comes at the end of the month." Aedion joked.
Aelin shook his head, "Stop playing dumb, you wouldn't come down for a moment."
Lysandra seemed inclined to agree with her.
"It's stupid, it's for kids." Aedion defended himself, "And then those things were ugly even when we were kids. I don't know how many times I've thrown headbuttons at random people on inflatables," he said massaging his forehead, as if he could still feel the pain.
Rowan smiled, "Maybe that's why you're so stupid now."
Aelin burst out laughing and then turned to her cousin, "What a sad childhood."
Before she knew it, Lysandra had hit her in the side. Aelin brought her hand to her mouth, choking on a laugh. She dared a look at Aedion, who had a vaguely amused expression on his face.
"I had completely forgotten about the whole no-father-there-for-half-my-life thing."
Rowan brought a hand to his face, releasing a sigh, "You're tremendous."
***
"Rowan!" Aelin screamed as she entered the house, Elide behind her, "I have the cake!"
She heard her fiancé answer that they were all in the garden and saw Elide running out when Lorcan called her urgently. The blonde grinned, thinking which shirt the newcomer to the Salvaterre family must have just vomited on.
It didn't take her too long to arrange the stuff in the fridge so that she could put the cake in there and join the others.
As soon as she went out into the backyard, her heart warmed up. Her whole family was there.
Rowan in front of the barbecue smiling at her, the hand holding the spatula to turn the burgers up in midair to greet her. Elide laughing carefree next to him while holding little Mikail in her arms and passing a clean shirt to a shirtless, not so happy, Lorcan.
She approached the trio, only to leave a light kiss on Rowan's lips and then turned towards the others. Fenrys and Nehemiah were talking to Asterin and Dorian and - judging by the excited looks they were exchanging - it must have been something very stupid, like what new cartoon their children had decided to watch.
Manon didn't seem to be anywhere, she was probably hiding somewhere with Connall and Vaughan, to avoid all the excited screams of kids running around the garden and conversations about children's movies that seemed to haunt her wherever she went.
"I just want to spend a day without having to argue about which super puppet is the best." Manon once said.
The first couple's daughter shone with her own light, dark skin, much more like her mother's than her father's, and a head full of braids that flew left and right every time she moved and ran away from Manon and Dorian's son. Seen side by side they seemed two opposite faces of the same coin. Just as the little girl was a distinct copy of her mother, the boy was so bright and simply silvery that he shone in the sun.
When she saw Lysandra next to the inflatable house, Aelin made a confused face.
Rowan, next to her, noticed it and huffed, "Please don't start again.
"What should I...?" she stopped, clutching his arm as she leaned forward with her mouth wide open. She began to tremble with emotion, "Is Aedion in the bouncing house?!" she shouted so loudly that everyone noticed that she had arrived. Lysandra looked at her on the other side of the garden and nodded.
Yrene approached her, with little Amelia in her arms. Elide was forced to cling to the other new mother when her son began to squirm at the sight of his friend.
Lorcan and Rowan exchanged a strange look and then fist bumped, nodding with two knowing smirks on their faces.
"My smart little man," murmured Lorcan.
Aelin squealed and ran towards the inflatable, pulling her hand away from his arm too late and almost knocking Rowan down. Lorcan was immediately there to hold him up.
"I knew it!" cried Aelin, laughing as soon as she took off her shoes and went inside the little bouncy house.
Aedion, who was jumping as if his life depended on it as he laughed his head off, suddenly froze. Evangeline, next to him, kept jumping with such an impassive face that it was almost worrying.
Aedion approached her with fast steps, bouncing from one side to the other, "I'm not having fun, Eva made me do it!"
The little girl stopped, shaking her head. Aelin laughed, "I see it."
Evangeline passed by her, puffing, "That's not true. He paid me to get on this thing."
Aelin opened her mouth wide and hit Aedion in the chest, "Admit you want an inflatable house too."
Aedion came so close to her that their noses touched each other, "Never."
"You literally just paid a little girl to pretend to make you come up here with her." she deadpanned.
When he remained silent, Aelin turned her head slightly, keeping her eyes fixed on him, and shouted, "Eva! How much did he pay you?"
"You paid her?!" cried Lysandra, looking out into the little house.
"I didn't!" Aedion defended himself.
Evangeline's face appeared under Lysandra's, "He gave me 50 bucks." and then she disappeared.
"Aedion!"
They all broke out laughing when the boy started running around the garden, chased by his girlfriend. Lysandra was yelling at him to stop so she could beat him up for giving money to a little girl just to have fun on an inflatable.
Manon appeared next to Elide and Yrene and the grin on her face promised nothing good, "The time has come..." then she stepped forward, "Nadia! Adrien! Attack!"
The two children broke out in a war cry and began to run toward Aedion, who seemed sincerely frightened when he saw Nadia spriting toward him.
They tackled him to the ground almost immediately and climbed on him while everyone around them laughed.
Aelin, still sitting on the edge of the bouncy house, burst out laughing, happy and carefree with her family.
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So Cold - October 14th
Will Herondale x Tessa Gray
A/N: I can’t, for the love of god, find the request for this prompt here. “Quit touching me! Your feet are cold!“ so if it’s yours, I’m so sorry I cannot find the ask:(
THIS KINDA SLIPPED AND IT’S SMUT, put if you just want to read the fluffy part, it’s pretty evident when one finish and the other begin, so don’t worry.
Word count: 2,319
Tessa had never felt so cold in her entire life.
It had been a couple of days that she and Will were in Wales, visiting his family, and they had decided to get a hotel room to have some privacy while they took a break from their children and work.
It had been Will's idea, of course, and his mother had begged them so many times to stay over at their house, as Cecily and Gabriel had finally decided to do, that Tessa could still hear her husband's constant rejection rumbling in her head.
She was sorry to see Linette so sad, but she was grateful to Will for not giving in.
They had just returned to the hotel - a very nice and cozy place - and were both reading in the silence of the sleeping city. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was past midnight and with a sudden yawn, she decided to put the book down and go to sleep.
She had called Charlotte a few minutes before leaving his parents' house to find out how Lucie and James were doing, and knew that they had both been asleep for over two hours.
She turned off the light on her side of the bed, leaning towards Will to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Goodnight."
Will turned a slight smile at her and without taking his eyes off the words whispered, "Night love."
Tessa slipped under the covers and pulled them up to her nose. She tried to close her eyes, trying to find the sleep that so called her, but the cold in her feet was rising up her legs. Moving them closer to Will, she touched his calf. He hissed and moved his leg further away.
She smiled under the comforter, moving her leg again and putting both feet on his thigh. One of his hands snapped under the blanket, grabbing her ankle. Tessa looked up at him and Will was smiling at her amusedly, "Tessa." his tone inquisitive.
She smirked and then started moving her feet all over his leg. Will placed his book on the bedside table, shrieking when her feet slipped under his pajamas and climbed up to his knee. Tessa giggled.
"Quit touching me! Your feet are cold!" he scolded her laughing. He also put his other arm under the covers and grabbed her other ankle. Tessa wiggled, trying to free herself from his strangely warm and familiarly comforting hands.
She stopped when she realized that she would never be able to break free and stared him in the eyes with a determined look.
She sat up, now sideways on the bed, and pushed forward towards him. Will grinned and approached his wife, kissing the tip of her nose. "So cold."
He tried to get away, but Tessa took one hand behind his neck and pushed him against her, causing their lips to collide.
Will closed his eyes, moaning slightly, "Even if you kiss me like this," he panted when they pulled away, "you still are frozen and I'd rather your feet stayed more than four meters from my body."
Tessa bit his lower lip. If they had to sleep in a cold hotel just for the sake of privacy, they might as well use it to their advantage.
"Why don't you make me feel hot then?" Tessa whispered to him.
Will seemed surprised for a moment, his eyes wide open, before he laughed, "Fuck, I love you so much."
"Prove it to me."
He grinned, "Gladly."
She was used to sleeping in a nightgown and what she was wearing right now was the least sexy thing she had ever worn, but Will didn't seem to care about this little detail when he settled down so that he was on top of her, one arm supporting his weight so as not to crush her.
He kissed her slowly and Tessa grunted as he bit her lip sweetly. Her hands opened up on the sheets, before squeezing the blanket into her fists, when his fingers brushed her side and went up to her breast. His hand closed on her left breast and his thumb caressed her already hard nipple.
Tessa sighed in the kiss, taking a deep breath when she raised her leg and Will drove his hips against her. She felt how hard and ready for her he was and closed her eyes, throwing her head back, leaving her neck at his mercy.
He lifted his head so that he could kiss her fair skin under her jaw and went down to the collarbone, where he started sucking the skin as his hand went lower.
Tessa moved her hips, trying to relieve some of the tension that had formed between her thighs, but Will grabbed her by the waist, blocking her and clicking his tongue, "You have to be patient, love."
Before she could reply, he kissed her again, with more strength. His tongue moved with hers, and his hand shifted where she wanted it. When he slipped under the elastic of her panties, caressing her naked skin, Tessa moaned in the kiss, arching her back.
Will withdrew his hand snickering, pulling himself up to his seat. The comforter now forgotten at the end of the bed, her husband sat between her wide open legs and stared at her throbbing core with a ravenous look. She had to resist the impulse to close her legs when he looked into her eyes and the normally light blue, which had made her fall in love with the man so many years earlier, looked almost black.
He took his shirt off with a quick movement and then he was on her once again.
He lifted her by her hips and pulled off her panties, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere his fingers had just wandered. He caressed her inner thigh touching so close to where she needed it the most, that she took her hand to her face and grunted in frustration.
She looked down when she heard Will move and snort as he leaned over her and licked her hip. He kissed her where she knew there were stretch marks from the two pregnancies and then, pulling up her nightgown, uncovered her breasts. The swollen nipples hardened even more in the cold air, but Will was immediately there to make up for it.
His lips closed around her right nipple while his hand went to massage the other one.
Tessa gasped, feeling sensations she hadn't felt in a long time.
She lifted up her hands, sticking them in his hair and pushing his face into her chest, asking for more.
"Will." she sighed, between one caress of his tongue and another.
He gave no sign that he heard her and moved to the other breast, giving it exactly the same attention.
Tessa lifted her naked hips, rubbing against the light fabric of his pants and Will grunted against her chest, stopping his ministrations and closing his eyes, "You need to stop doing that."
She repeated the movement over and over again, watching as his face contorted into expressions of pure pleasure. She felt him hardening with each push and when both were panting Will pulled away from her, moving away so far that she was no longer in command of what they were doing.
He looked into her eyes with short breath, "You're beautiful," he whispered.
Tessa flushed and covered her face with one arm.
"You are beautiful." he repeated, "And I will never stop telling you."
Raising her head slightly, she smiled, despite the situation, and was about to reply, when she felt a finger slip between her folds. She moaned so loud that the hand of the arm with which she was covering her face clasped over her wide open mouth.
Her moans became even louder when Will stuck his finger inside her and her body reacted, her hips snapped up and her head fell back onto the pillow.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, "so tight." his voice was so hoarse that Tessa couldn't repel a whimper. He moved his finger slowly, a much slower rhythm than they were used to, but then he accelerated, adding a second, and Tessa carried a hand between her legs. Before she could touch that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, Will's hand that wasn't inside her grabbed her wrist, and she looked down at him gasping. He shook his head, tossing her hand away and shaking his finger no, "I don't think so."
"Will, please." she cried.
His fingers curled up and she screamed, thrusting down on him. He put his thumb on her most sensitive spot and she began to wiggle her hips, chasing that high she craved.
Tessa whimpered when without any warning Will took his fingers away from her and licked her sex from her entrance to her clit and sucked on it until she screamed.
She wheezed when she felt his fingers teasing her again and grabbed his hair by pulling it, knowing full well what effect that little gesture had on him and triggering a moan from him that vibrated through her body.
"Will." she gasped.
It seemed to be the only word she remembered.
"Will." she called him again and when he looked up at her, she almost came.
He stopped the movements of his tongue, leaving a kiss on the bundle of nerves and pulling himself up, took off his pants and boxer in an instant, remaining naked in front of her. Tessa felt her throat dry and smiled when he bent over her, kissing her.
She could feel the taste of her on his lips.
They both breathed in the kiss when his tip touched her center. Tessa reached between their bodies, taking his hard length in her hand and giving him a couple of strokes. Each time she pulled, his head touched her clit and it wasn't long before they both began to pant.
Will pushed his forehead against hers, "I need you."
And Tessa pleased him, opening her legs even more and waiting for him to be aligned with her entrance before pushing towards him, helping him in the movement.
As soon as he slipped inside her, they both moaned loud enough to be heard down the hall. He buried himself to the hilt and Tessa trembled when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.
"Love," he kissed her lips, "I missed you so much."
Tessa looked at him with eyes full of love and carried a hand over his face. Will closed his eyes and leaned against her touch, starting to move in and out, eliciting noises of pleasure from both of them.
They saw each other every day, slept in the same bed, ate at the same table, but this - this was different. Not having distractions and only being able to worry about each other was something they had not been able to do for a long time.
Too much, thought Tessa, as Will pushed inside her and whispered sweet words to her.
She laid her hands on his hips, following his movements and feeling a new sensation bloom in the bottom of her stomach.
"Fuck." he swallowed.
From that moment on she gave the rhythm, while the sensations inside her became more and more intense. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips and he managed to go even deeper.
His kisses became more furious, his tongue moved in unison with her hips while her nails scratched the skin of his back.
Tessa didn't know what she meant when she sighed, "More." but Will reacted.
He gave her more.
Much more.
He sped up the pace and put his head between her neck and her head, biting and licking the skin there. The pressure between her legs increased so much that it overwhelmed every other feeling and the rhythm stopped being a rhythm the moment she started to pull him closer against her.
Will noticed this and stopped moving, starting to rotate his hips instead. The friction created was intense, devouring, and Tessa screamed when the tension inside of her reached the maximum point and suddenly loosened, releasing waves of pleasure that never seemed to stop.
He started moving again, this time faster, as he worked her through her orgasm.
Will no longer controlled himself as he felt her walls tighten and pushed, pushed harder. He stopped for a moment and then gave a last hard thrust. He shouted Tessa's name loudly as he too reached his climax.
She clung to him and closed her eyes while Will leaned over her body and stayed inside her.
An eternity passed and then he lifted his head, resting his chin on her shoulder and grazing her ear with his lips, "You good?"
Tessa was still struggling to breathe, her legs spasming, but she managed to nod.
He moved, then moaned when she still clenched around his member and slipped out from inside her, kissing her one last time.
Tessa could not find the strength to speak.
Will pulled himself up on his elbows, watching her carefully, "Tess, are you okay?"
She turned towards him, letting her head fall to the side and smiled sheepishly, "That was..."
She left the sentence hanging and her husband nodded, smirking, "You're right. That was."
Will grabbed her by the hips and twisted her around the other side, holding her to his chest.
He moved her hair to the side, placing her head between her neck and shoulder exactly as he had done a few minutes earlier, only in a completely different situation.
He kissed her shoulder and then set himself behind her, his chest flushed against her back.
"Are you still cold?" he asked her, knowing exactly what he was doing.
Tessa giggled and with the words already shrouded in sleep, she replied, "Definitely not."
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Assembling furniture (esp flat pack stuff?) for Amren and Varien please? (let’s all be honest it would be hilarious)
What Do You Think - October 12th
Amren x Varian
A/N: EHEHEH I HAVE TWO MORE. TODAY WAS VERY VERY PRODUCTIVE
Word count: 924
Amren screamed full of frustration and anger, "What the fucking fuck does this mean?!"
Hearing how enraged his wife sounded, Varian stopped washing tomatoes and walked into the living room, throwing the cloth over his shoulder. He almost laughed when he saw the little black-haired woman on the floor, her hands clenched around the sheets of paper that were supposed to be the instructions for the bookcase they had just bought.
Why she had decided to assemble it right now, at a time when he was cooking, instead of waiting until after lunch, was a mystery to Varian.
"Don't just stand there looking at me!" Amren scolded him, snapping him out of his thoughts, "These stupid instructions don't tell the truth!" her face turned completely red as she took one of the wooden pegs and looked at it as if he were the most despicable thing on the face of the earth.
Varian really wanted to laugh.
"If you laugh, I will take all the time in the world to hammer every single nail into this sachet-" she shook said bag in the air, with an evil smile on her lips, "inside your legs."
He shook his head, chuckling, and as he approached her, "What don't you understand?"
"It's not me who doesn't understand," she pointed out, sitting on her knees, "it's them who don't know how to write stupid instructions well."
Varian nodded with his head, "Fine," he murmured, sitting on the floor next to her, "what did these hillbillies write wrong?"
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Amren relaxing slightly, "Everything, basically. They can't even make stupid drawings."
She handed him the instruction booklet and put it in front of them open on the first passage.
"Can I help you or do you want to do it all by yourself and I just tell you what to do?" he asked her, smirking.
Amren shoved him with her shoulder, frowning, "You can help me if you don't act like an idiot."
"Promise."
"Okay."
Varian tied his hair, that was getting way too long, in a messy ponytail and then got to work.
"You have to take these pieces here," he said pointing to one of the longer pieces, "and put the wooden pegs in the holes at the shorter ends."
He looked at her, to see if she understood, but Amren was looking at the paper with one eyebrow raised and the lower lip between her teeth, "And how the hell did you get that from this... scribble?"
Varian laughed and it cost him a well settled punch in the side. It only made him laugh more and when she lifted her arm up again, he grabbed her wrist and gave her a fake wounded expression, "You hurt my feelings."
"I don't care, you're hurting mine," the smile on her lips told him it wasn't true at all.
He dropped her wrist, only after he pulled her towards him and left a kiss on the edge of her lips, "Come on, the sooner we finish it, the sooner we eat."
Amren nodded and then followed his every instruction without saying a word.
Twenty minutes later they were done and Varian was about to go back in the kitchen, one hand on his knee to help himself up, when Amren grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down beside her. He lost his balance and almost fell on her, but he recovered by putting his hand on the couch and stopping a few inches from her face, "Be careful," he whispered to her, looking at her lips.
Lips that Amren bit a little later, inviting him to get even closer.
"Maybe I wanted you to fall on me," she said in a sensual voice.
Varrian closed his eyes rubbing his nose against hers, "I have to finish cooking." he warned her, pushing his lips against hers, "And then we have to go to Nesta and Cassian's, we can't waste any time." he pulled himself away from his wife's clutches, standing up.
He fixed the crotch of his pants, which seemed to have become strangely tight.
Amren didn't let the motion slip and scoffed. She shook her head, reaching out her hand to him in a silent cry for help to get up off the ground. He pulled her up without much effort and took two steps back when he saw her look, ravenous.
He swallowed, "What do you think I go finish cooking and you put the books away in the meantime?"
Amren looked at him bored, pretending to look excited a few seconds later, "Oh god yes, what a great idea, I couldn't wait to put boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes..." the chant went on for a while and Varian went into the kitchen to finish cutting the tomatoes, chuckling.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw Amren mumbling to herself, probably mimicking him, and smiled, sincerely happy to have someone like her in his life.
He glanced at the tomatoes and then at Amren again. He grimaced grunting, "Fuck it," he mumbled.
With three long stride he reached the living room and it took him nothing to lift a squirming Amren in his arms and take her into their bedroom.
He pushed her onto the mattress, their lips already joined in a passionate kiss, while she tried desperately to take off his shirt. They broke off only long enough to remove each clothing and then Varian worshipped her as each person should have done with their partner.
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Another thomastair with "hate you? I could never hate you! I love you!" 💜
Hate You - October 9th
Alastair Carstairs x Thomas Lightwood
A/N: This is angsty, like really angsty. It’s also very short cause I felt like I wasn’t getting Thomas character at all with this one, hence, I’m a sad bitch right now and I really want to cry. I hope you like it tho so, enjoy!:)
Word count: 1,765
Thomas had just finished patrolling with Christopher when he arrived at the Institute to declare that there had been no suspicious sightings. Only a couple of demons that they had managed to put down easily and without too much trouble. They were talking about this and that and Thomas couldn't wait to finally take off his uniform and eat whatever the ladies in the kitchen had cooked.
He could already feel the water rushing over him, the icore peeling off his skin and the sponge scratching away every bit of dust. His dreams were immediately shattered when they heard someone screaming in the training room as they walked through the front door.
Christopher gave him a worried look before he started running down the hall. Thomas prayed with every fiber of his being that no one was hurt and that the screams were just cries of effort. He doubted very much that it was just grunts and cries when they heard what was clearly Cordelia's voice screaming her brother's name.
Thomas snapped, speeding up even more and slamming into one of the doors when he stood in the gym.
There were three bodies on the ground and Thomas could make out each one perfectly.
Matthew was sitting astride Alastair's lying body, hands tight around his neck. James was trying to pull up his parabatai, but it didn't seem to be doing anything. Cordelia moved before him, grabbing Matthew by the arm and pulling back.
The blond looked her in the face. His features twisted with anger and his bloodshot eyes told Thomas enough about his friend's condition.
Alastair seemed motionless under Matthew, hands around the other's wrists and eyes as wide open as his mouth in a silent scream. James was shouting that he had done enough, that it was enough, but the other one seemed numb.
Thomas moved quickly. He ran towards the group of his friends and jumped forward with his whole body, ousting Matthew from above Alastair, making him leave the grip on the Carstairs' neck.
In the action, Cordelia had been thrown backwards and now she was lying on the ground next to them, leaning on both elbows as she watched the scene, distraught.
Thomas looked down, he laying down over Matthew's body as he held both of his wrists with his hands as he struggled. Matthew's witty gaze frightened him more than it should have. What on earth had he been drinking?
He cast a quick glance at James, who had already got up and thought Thomas was more than capable of holding Matthew down. The friend approached Alastair, who was coughing bent forward, one hand on his throat and his cheeks ridged with tears.
Lucie was helping Cordelia standing.
"What happened?" whispered Thomas, unable to find the voice to speak.
Matthew snarled at him like a fierce beast, writhing and screaming to let him go. The grip on his wrists only became firmer.
Lucie spoke for the others, realizing that James was too shocked to answer, "We don't know. We were training, we had to start the next patrol as soon as you guys got back-" she froze when Alastair pushed James away.
"Don't touch me," he growled through his teeth. A grimace appeared on his face, probably because of the pain talking caused.
"Alastair..." called Thomas.
"Be quiet."
They heard quick steps and then Will and Gabriel appeared at the door. Both their faces contorted in an expression of pure horror.
Gabriel was the first to move, shooting towards James and Alastair still on the floor. Will took a second longer to react as he clutched the door between his fingers, looking for support. Lucie approached her father, clenching her fists.
"Dad-"
"What happened?" Will asked with the tone he took when he had to speak to the Council.
"It wasn't Matthew's fault," James said, getting up and walking towards him.
Matthew underneath Thomas wouldn't stop writhing, "Let go of me, damn it!"
Thomas was forced to let go of the grip on his wrists and stand up. James immediately took his place as he held Matthew to his chest and told him to calm down.
"Fairchild tried to kill me," Alastair said in a scratchy voice.
Gabriel gasped, helping the boy to stand. He turned to his son, looking for confirmation. Christopher would never lie. He raised his hands, shaking his head, looking as sorry and frightened as every other person in the room by his friend's ambiguous behavior, "We just got back, but Matthew was actually strangling Alastair."
James nodded, with dark eyes, "He was drinking, someone must have put something in his drink. I've never seen him so worked up," he confessed, holding his parabatai.
Will nodded, looking like an exact copy of his son, addressing Gabriel, "Go get Charlotte and Henry and," he cursed under his breath as he rubbed his hand over his face, "The Carstairs and all the others, too. Magnus Bane as well, please. Send Tessa to my office."
Gabriel nodded for confirmation and then took one last look at his nephews and his son as he left the room. Will stepped forward and put one hand on Matthew's shoulder, the other behind his neck, to hold his head still. He cast a quick glance at James over the boy's shoulder, and immediately returned to stare at Matthew.
Thomas looked to his left, where Cordelia was drawing a iratze on her brother's neck.
Alastair did not seem as upset as you would expect from someone who had just been suffocated.
"Matthew, it's Will. William Herondale." he said to him with a serious look, "Do you recognize me?" he asked.
The blond didn't even seem to hear him. "Behind you, holding you, is Jamie, James. My son. Your parabatai." to that, Matthew seemed to stop for a moment. His frantic movements and facial tics resumed shortly after.
Will pulled himself up, taking a deep breath through his nose and turned to his daughter, "Lucie, could I borrow your stele please?"
James stepped back, carrying his friend's back too, "What do you want to do?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"I just want to put him to sleep," Will replied, looking conflicted.
James shook his head, "I can do that."
His father looked him in the eye, really looked him in the eye, seeing all kinds of emotions. Emotions that he himself had experienced many times in his short life alongside their Uncle Jem. "I won't ask you to do it, Jamie."
There were no other words, just the head of the Institute silencing those inhuman sounds produced by their friend and his parabatai supporting him as he fell to the ground, helpless.
Afterwards, everything was very slow. The parents arrived immediately, Sona and Charlotte equally worried, and the children and friends who had been present during the attack were questioned by Will and Tessa.
Thomas and Christopher went to take a shower and were not let through the Institute wing where they were making things clear when they finished. Anna had arrived half an hour later and apparently had been assigned to distract them because she wouldn't stop asking them what they wanted to do to kill the time.
Thomas had kindly asked her if he could stay alone and she had granted his wishes, leaving him alone and taking Christopher with her.
Now he was standing on the steps of the entrance to the Institute and was torturing his hands, trying to understand what had just happened.
He heard the door open and close gently and then someone ran down the stairs.
He didn't have time to turn around to see who it was, Alastair was already down the stairs and was marching towards the exit, his hands hidden in his pockets and his head clutched between his shoulders.
He did not think twice before getting up and running after him.
There was no need to call him because he turned around as soon as he heard the sound of Thomas' boots on the gravel.
Alastair wrinkled his forehead, "What do you want?"
Thomas did not notice the irritated tone of voice, but he had to refrain from jerking when he saw the other one's wet cheeks, "How are you?"
"What do you think? Your friend tried to kill me," he said.
"What happened?" he asked sincerely curious to know his side of the story.
Alastair's eyes darkened and his expression grew grim, "What do you want, Lightwood?"
"I just want to know if you need anything." Thomas murmured, closing in.
He laughed sarcastically, "Why don't you stop pretending to care about me?" he asked as he walked away, "Why don't you go back to your perfect little house with your sisters and your cousins and your divine companionship and leave me alone?"
Thomas really didn't understand where all that anger towards him came from, but he thought he would be angry too if someone had just tried to choke him to death.
"I don't want to leave you alone right now. I think you need to be distracted and-"
"You really don't get it when someone wants to be alone, do you?" Alastair raved, raising his hands to the sky. Thomas did not answer.
The boy was looking at him with vaguely shiny eyes. He looked away, groaning, "Go back to the others. I know you hate me as much as any other person in this Institute," Alastair muttered.
Thomas' expression didn't change one bit and in the most serious tone he had ever used he said, "Hate you? I could never hate you... I love you."
Alastair did not even take the time to process what he had just been told, "You don't know what you are talking about."
"I love you, Alastair." repeated Thomas, closing in enough so that his face was just a few inches from his own.
Alastair looked him straight in the eye and Thomas saw not an ounce of emotion in those dark pools, "It doesn't work this way," he whispered, clenching his fists.
He turned around and started walking towards the exit, never looking back. Thomas didn't have the strength to follow him, to stop him. The rejection a pain strong enough to block his breath in his throat.
He didn't move from where he stood until James shouted his name from the Institute. Only then did he turn to his friend, and as if nothing had happened he walked to the infirmary, pretending that the conversation he had just had with Alastair had not utterly shattered him.
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Angel Like You - October 4th
 Fenrys Moonbeam x Asterin Blackbeak
Prompt requested by itsjustme on Ao3: “Could you please do a Fenrys and Asterin one with lots of fluff? <3″
A/N: I LOOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH, IF YOU EVER WROTE SOMETHING ABOUT THESE TWO, DM ME THE LINKS TO YOUR FICS CAUSE I LOVE YOU ALREADY
Word count: 2,378
It had been Asterin's birthday for more than eighteen hours and she still hadn't been able to see her boyfriend and finally celebrate with him her drinking age - not that Asterin hadn't had a drink before today, of course, but she imagined it would be nice to do it without having to use her fake ID.
During her lunch break she had walked into the university cafeteria like every other day, staring at her phone waiting for Fenrys to call. She had reached the food counter and started ordering distractedly, with music playing loudly in her ears without losing sight of the screen. That's why she hadn't noticed the balloons falling from the ceiling as soon as she walked through the door. And that's why she hadn't seen her entire group of friends waiting for her at their usual table while they shouted their best wishes.
Manon had gotten irritated and had ripped the headphones out of her ears, making her jump out of fear. Her annoyance hadn't lasted long when Asterin turned around and finally saw what they had put on to make her day just a little more special.
All the Thirteen - their dance group - and Dorian were present, plus a few friends from her classes. None of the guys were there, all away in one of the nearby cities for one of the most important games of the season, and along with them their girlfriends. Aelin, Elide and Lysandra were also part of the cheerleading team and could not afford to miss an important event. Asterin had made a scene when she found out she had an exam on the same exact day. Fenrys had reassured her that there were no problems and that her education was more important than a stupid game of his.
Although she had had fun for that hour with her friends, she missed Fenrys more than usual. And the feeling had worsened when he had sent her a message that he could not call her and that they had lost the game, because Lorcan had been hurt and their team's defense had shrunk dramatically. She immediately replied that she was sorry and that she would have liked to do something to make him feel better. He had seen the text and still hadn't answered, probably busy getting his ass kicked by coach Gavriel.
Now, at seven o'clock in the evening, she was starving to death and desperately wanted to call Fenrys, hear his voice, feel that he had blanched the anger and disappointment that followed a defeat.
She climbed the steps of her small house and saw the kitchen light on and lingered in her footsteps.
It was not possible that someone had broken into her house.
Before she became even more alarmed than she should have been, she approached the window and peered into the house.
"Fen!" she screamed excitedly. She had already snapped towards the entrance and was struggling against the lock, but she could still hear the boy's frightened scream. She laughed.
When she opened the door, she immediately saw Fenrys on the kitchen door with one hand on his chest and his eyes wide open. Asterin didn't even take his backpack off his shoulders before he jumped on his boyfriend.
Fenrys grabbed her, clutching her and resting his head on her shoulder, kissing her neck, "Happy birthday, my love," he whispered to her. They parted enough so that she could look at his face and she laughed, cupping his cheeks. "I missed you so much," he continued, brushing his lips against hers. He took two steps back, leaning against the table for more support.
Asterin smiled and then pushed herself against him, deepening the kiss. Fenrys sighed through the nose, squeezing her hips. He put her down slowly, while they were still kissing and when he pulled the backpack off her shoulders, Asterin also took off her jacket, immediately clutching onto him again, not wanting to be too far away.
Reluctantly, Fenrys pulled away slightly, their noses were still touching each other, "I think I should go back to cooking".
Asterin complained, but let him go anyway, pouting amusedly. Fenrys chuckled and turned towards the stove, where four pots and pans smelled deliciously inviting.
"Where did you find all the food?" she asked, curious, looking at the ingredients scattered on the table. A bottle of tomato puree, some potato skins, half a zucchini and some carrots.
Fenrys looked over his shoulder, "I stopped by the supermarket before I came here," he explained, "I couldn't go home with Con, he took it way worse than I did and I needed to distract myself, not talk about all the mistakes I made on the field today." he looked away when Asterin's expression became serious. She had forgotten the game in the euphoria of the moment.
She approached him, circling his hips from behind and resting her cheek between his shoulder blades. She felt Fenrys hand resting on hers, "I'm so sorry." she kissed him on the neck, tiptoeing, "You shouldn't have done all that. I could have prepared something for us." she murmured against his sweatshirt. She only realized at that moment that he was wearing a chef's apron. She snickered.
"I told you, I wanted to get distracted and cooking relaxes me," he repeated.
Asterin nodded slightly, "I know, I know." she peered over his shoulder to see what he was making, "What is that?"
Fenrys smiled at her, turning the ladle in one of the open pans and taking some of what was supposed to be vegetables and handing it to her, "Chicken and vegetables," he confirmed. Asterin tasted it directly from his hand and closed her eyes while moaning as good as it was. If she had tried to make that dish it surely would have sucked, the chicken would have come out dry and the vegetables would have had no taste at all. Instead the food Fenrys prepared for her was always so tasty and juicy and Asterin always felt how much love the boy poured into it.
"God," she moaned again, "This world doesn't deserve an angel like you."
Fenrys was looking at her with his mouth slightly open and his eyes focused on her lips. He cleared his voice and went back to stirring something else. Asterin pointed at him, "What about that?"
"That's the dressing for our pasta. I bought spaghetti." he smiled at her and caressed her cheek, moving a lock of hair. Spaghetti was definitely her favorite kind of pasta.
"I love you so fucking much." she mumbled to him. Fenrys giggled, with his stupid little grin on his lips, "Me too."
Asterin started cleaning the table, throwing out the scraps and setting the table for the two of them. When Fenrys noticed he whined, "I had to clean it up." he had a guilty look on his face, almost as if he was sorry she was doing him a favor.
The girl watched him closely, "I'm just helping you, Fen."
"Yes, I know, but-" he stopped, cutting the sentence.
Asterin looked him in the eyes and when he looked away, flexing his jaw, she asked, "What is it?"
He remained silent for a while and Asterin gave him time to decide what to say. She knew that he didn't have to push him and he knew that Fenrys had trouble talking about the things that were bothering him, unlike her.
"It's just that I screwed up on the field today. A fuckup that could have been avoided if I had done my job and I need to make it up somehow and treat you like a queen for tonight wouldn't solve everything, but it could at least improve this fucking bad mood of mine." he put his hand in his hair, before he crossed his arms on his chest and turned towards her.
Asterin didn't look at him, continuing to cut the loaf of bread he had bought, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Fenrys grunted, "It's just that I'm sure if I told you what happened, you'd tell me some bullshit of yours to make me feel better and I know I just said the opposite, but I think I deserve to feel like shit."
This time she gave him a stern look, "Why don't you let me judge whether you deserve to feel like shit or not?"
He snorted, "Alright," he mumbled. He said nothing and continued to cook while frowning for a few minutes. Asterin sat down, nibbling on carrots and staring at the muscles in his back that tightened every time he moved. She scowled, "Does it have something to do with Lorcan?"
Fenrys stiffened, "Yes," he simply replied.
"You know, if you don't tell me what happened, I can't just guess?" she asked him jokingly.
He turned towards her, turning off the stove and putting the pan with the chicken in the middle of the table. Asterin was used to seeing him cooking, being that he was practically at her place every night, but it was always nice to see him being the man of the house and making these little gestures for her. Even when his day had been shitty.
He turned to the stove once again, took the pot of pasta and drained it, "I told you he was hurt, didn't I?" she nodded, assenting, "A guy from Velaris broke his anterior cruciate ligament. He jumped on his knee with both feet."
Asterin swallowed noisily, bringing one hand to her mouth. She hadn't realized it was so bad. With such damage he couldn't play for the rest of the season. All this if he did well and if the doctors were able to fix it.
"Fen-" he ignored her, pouring the seasoning on the pasta and starting to serve it.
"It was my fault." he didn't look her in the face, but she had never seen him so distressed in her life. "I saw the piece of shit go up against him and he was charging him like a..." he stopped, shaking his head, "You don't charge another player like that, he looked like a fucking bull trying to kill the matador, I don't know." he sat down after serving both of them. He covered his eyes with his hands, "I should have called him. Warning him that he was about to be tackled."
Asterin was quite upset, she wanted to call Elide, but would have thought about it later. Now she had to concentrate on Fenrys.
"Honey listen to me, these things always happen in football. It's not your fault," she said, extending one hand on the table and taking his hand.
He shook his head, tightening his shoulders, "No, it's different this time." he explained, looking at her finally, "After the game one of his teammates came, the captain, and apologized." he said shocked, "There is no apology in football, Rin. It's not something you do."
Asterin had seen enough games in her life to know that the players were ruthless beasts and that the feeling of belonging to your team was so strong that you felt the need to protect it with your life. Beating someone on the other team was not as strange as it could be considered in other less violent sports. Bullshit, in her opinion.
"They benched him and probably suspended him," continued Fenrys. Asterin understood that he was talking about the player of the other team. She nodded, gritting her teeth.
"You don't think Lorcan blames you, do you?" she asked cautiously, starting to eat when he gestured for her to taste the food. The first bite of pasta was ecstatic. If they weren't in the middle of such a serious conversation she would have praised him and kissed him until they ran out of oxygen.
Fenrys moved the pasta into the dish, "No. I have already spoken to him. Elide also came to me after we left him at the hospital to assure me that it wasn't my fault." Asterin promised herself to text her later.
"Listen," she began, Fenrys looked at her exasperatedly, "Listen to me," she said in a harder tone, "these things cannot be avoided. It wasn't your fault and Lorcan doesn't think it is. I'm sure you'll do everything you can to help him on this path and I'm sure he'll appreciate every little gesture you make, even if he won't show it." they both grinned, knowing full well that Lorcan would never show an ounce of feeling for anyone other than Elide.
When Fenrys did not answer immediately, continuing to eat in silence, Asterin squeezed his fingers still wrapped around hers, "I'm sorry, however, that this happened."
He looked at her, his expression pained, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. It's your birthday and now you're sad."
Asterin snorted, "Stupid, I don't care if it's my birthday. If you're feeling bad, I want to talk about it and make you feel better."
His eyes softened a little, then he whispered, "I love you, very much." Fenrys seemed to remember something important at that moment, "I've brought you presents," he announced as he stood up. Asterin stiffened, leaning forward to his now empty place, confused, "Gifts? S meaning, more than one?"
The boy returned with four packages in his hand, all poorly wrapped. He had a half smile on his face and Asterin would have been satisfied with that little bit of happiness for today.
She thanked him silently when he put them in her lap, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. She opened them one by one and when she took the biggest one, she realized it was fluffy. She opened it curious to find out which sweatshirt of his he had given her, but it was not a sweatshirt. It was a rectangular pillow with a picture of his ass printed on it. They laughed until they cried and then moved into the living room after finishing dinner.
They spent the rest of the evening talking and kissing and when it got late they went to bed, where Fenrys seemed to forget all about Lorcan and the lost game, while he showed her exactly just how much he loved her.
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julemmaes · 3 years
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Little Bird - October 7th
Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra
A/N: This was requested by @queenamydien on Ao3, “Just elucien as a couple and mated or on their way to becoming mates. I am so looking forward to this multifandom.”
I KNOW I’M SUPER DUPER LATE, but I’m kinda not home all the time cause I’m at my granpas’ house and I’m trying to spend most of my time with them, so yeah. I’m trying to do my best here and even if I’m not writing as much as I usually do, I hope you like these little thingies I give you.
Also, NOT ME WRITING NESSIAN INSTEAD OF NESTA EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Word Count: 1,339
Elain took off her gloves sighing, admiring with a satisfied smile the work of months of gardening. A sudden movement caught her attention and her head snapped to the right, where she saw three butterflies fluttering together and resting on her lilies. Her expression softened and her smile wavered. She missed her sisters so much.
It had been four years since the war against Hybern, Feyre was doing a great job working alongside the High Lord of the Night Court and Nesta had found her place in one of the Illyrian camps with her new family and was helping to teach those few still alive who had magic to control it. Cassian spent all of his time with her when he was not out on a mission for Rhysand and the last time Elain received a letter from Nesta, she told her that she was to expect a visit soon. It must have been great news if her sister wasn't willing to write it on paper.
Elain, on the other hand, lived with Lucien on neutral ground between the Fae and human lands, in a court without high lords and without concerns. Jurian, Vassa and her mate were the closest figures to this position, but no one tried to outclass the others. Elain had immediately established that she should not be considered one of the leaders, despite her standing next to Lucien. It wasn't fair to those who expected to be led by someone capable and she just didn't care to take up a role where you had to argue with people twenty-four hours a day.
This obviously didn't mean that she didn't help her husband when he needed it. She tried to give him as much support as she could and give him as much advice as she thought right, but she never pushed him to make one decision rather than another in important matters.
She entered the estate, stirring her shoulders to relieve some of the tension that had accumulated during the day. For however relaxing it might be for the mind, Elain had to admit it, gardening destroyed her back.
She was removing dirt from under her fingernails when she turned right in the direction of her room and bumped into someone. She opened her eyes wide, flapping her arms so as not to fall butt down on the ground.
A crimson head that she would recognize everywhere moved frantically in front of her and then two strong hands tightened around her arms, pulling her towards and making her regain her balance.
She placed her hands on Lucien's chest instinctively and they shook when he snickered, pushing her to look at his face. A lopsided smile made its way over his lips, which turned into a real smile when he bent over her, placing a light kiss on Elain's mouth.
His hands moved and landed on her hips, pressing her flat against his chest.
When they broke off Lucien burst out laughing, placing his hand on her cheek. Elain frowned, "What is it?"
Lucien was looking over her, a hint of joy in his voice even after he stopped laughing, "What happened to your hair?" he asked her, reaching towards her head. Elain moved slightly, carrying both hands where his own were. Lucien patted her wrists, "Hold still, I'll just... fix it for you." he murmured, closing in again.
He was so near, that she had her eyes at the height of his throat and could see how his Adam's apple moving every time he swallowed. He must have been training, because there was a strong smell of sweat and his breath seemed rather wheezy. Elain had always liked the golden tone that his skin took on every time he exercised, covering himself with tiny droplets of sweat.
Elain complained when Lucien accidentally pulled a lock of her hair and pinched his side, telling him to do it more gently.
"Sorry love," he said chuckling, taking two steps back to admire his work. He tilted his head to the side, with a thoughtful expression, then smiled widely, looking her in the eyes, "How did you manage to tangle them so much?"
Elain motioned to their rooms and he offered his arm for support. She accepted it gladly, clutching onto him and then they began to walk down the long corridor overlooking the garden. Lucien was gazing out, but Elain knew that the second she opened her mouth, all his attention would be on her.
"I was pruning those small trees that the last visitors brought us, they are called bonsai trees, and a little bird landed on my head," she explained, with wide open eyes.
Lucien cackled, looking affectionately at her, "A little bird didn't land on your head, it legit nested there."
Elain shoved him gently, "I had to shoo him away three times," she said almost regrettedly, "I put him on the oak tree."
"I saw that it's growing very fast." he pointed out to her, nodding and casting a glance at the still small tree planted in the back of their garden. "It will be huge in a couple of centuries."
Elain stiffened to those words.
Her immortality was still a delicate subject. She had accepted almost every aspect of becoming Fae, but she couldn't stop worrying every time a member of her family went on a mission to some hostile environment and risked not returning. The idea of having to spend the rest of eternity without them frightened Elain to the point of keeping her awake at night.
Lucien noticed and held his breath, "Think of when our children will play on the branches and bounce on the swings we'll put there." he whispered to her, trying to make her change her train of thought.
They stopped right in front of the door of their room and Lucien held her face in his hands. Elain closed her eyes to the touch, basking in that familiar and long-awaited warmth. She opened them again and looked him in the eyes, carrying a hand to his cheek and drawing the line of the scar with one finger.
Lately she had thought about expanding their family very often. Jurian and Vassa were company enough and all the passers-by they hosted, with the dozens of families living in their own territory, they never lacked the presence of other people, but this feeling, this desire... they were different.
The fact of wanting to create a new life with the man she loved - even the thought alone was enough to excite her.
Lucien smiled at her as he licked his lower lip and she stood on her toes the exact moment he bent down to kiss her. Their noses smashed together and they laughed, lips rubbing against lips.
The amusement was short-lived, however, when Lucien's hands slid down and held her hips, going even further south. He pushed her forward, over him, and Elain drew a deep breath, taking so much air that she rubbed her breasts against his chest, when she felt Lucien's hard length against her stomach.
He lowered himself even more, wrapping her rear in his hands and kissing her ear shell, "You always forget that I can feel everything through the bond, my sweet and dear Lainy." one of his hands went up her back, drawing imaginary lines on her spine.
Elain shuddered, carrying a hand between the two of them and placing it on the crotch of his pants. Lucien caught his breath abruptly and bit her ear slightly, making her moan.
"Why are we still out here then?" she asked innocently, pushing him away enough so that she could look him in the face.
His eyes darkened and he lifted her off the floor in a swift motion before opening the door to their room and taking her into the bathroom they shared, taking her against the shower wall over and over again until the only word Elain could pronounce was his name, as she fractured for the fifth time around him.
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julemmaes · 3 years
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GUUUYS I'M DUUMB I'M SO SORRY
I'VE COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN TO POST YESTERDAY THINGY OH MY GOOD
I SWEAR I DID WRITE IT
I'm currently in class tho, so I can't really post it right now, but as soon as I'm on the train I'm gonna post yesterday's and today's parts I swear
Geez my brain legit said "yeet" and left my head
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