#abba prompts

[palfriendpatine66]

@somethingsteff asked for #39 for obikin from the Abba lyrics prompt list (and #4 which I’ll answer separately so I don’t lose track!)

39. you thrill me, you delight me, you please me, you excite me

Read below for a proposal drabble - what else could it have been for this song?

“Well?”

Obi-Wan shifted on his protesting knee, now feeling patently ridiculous to be kneeling on the hard stone in front of the stunning younger man who had apparently been stunned into silence, as unmoving and hard as stone himself since Obi-Wan had sunk to his knee and bared his soul and presented the ring that he still held outstretched in his now sweaty palm.

“I know it’s a loaded question and all, but one does usually expect an answer of some kind.”

Anakin cleared his throat, fighting through the burning tightness that was losing its battle to choke back all the emotions threatening to spill out. “Are you sure?”

“About which part, exactly?” Obi-Wan wondered. “The ring? No, I’m not. You’re the one who has to look at it for the rest of your life, if you don’t like it you can pick out one that you do.”

“Not the ring,” Anakin reached out and closed both of his hands around the outstretched palm starting to shake, cradling it like it was something precious, because it was.

“What then?” Obi-Wan prompted when nothing else followed.

Broad shoulders shrugged sheepishly. “Me.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan’s knee objected with a disconcerting pop as he rose to cup one hand to where the long neck met brushed back curls, his other still held in the strong grip of long fingers that had no intentions of letting go. He pulled until their foreheads touched and he was looking directly into blue eyes brimming with wet tears that had somehow not yet been shed, windows to the insecure soul before him. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? I thought I made my feelings quite clear.”

“I did listen,” long lashes pressed closed in a last attempt to keep the tears from spilling. “And you did, it was,” he paused momentarily, overcome, “it was very nice to hear.”

“Alright…then…help me out here.”

“I know that’s how you feel now. It’s just…”

“You think I’m going to change my mind?” Obi-Wan asked dryly. Just that morning they’d had fought over the fact that Obi-Wan considered trying a different route to the restaurant “a pointless exercise.”

“Ok when you say it like that,” Anakin smirked. “I just. It’s supposed to be forever.”

“Yes, that’s rather the point.”

“That’s a long time to be with me.”

“Yes!” Obi-Wan had reached the end of his patience. “I’m familiar with the concept! So could you either tell me what it is you object about it or put the damn ring on your finger and tell me you would also like to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Idiot,” Anakin smiled against his hold. “Of course I do.” He closed the remaining space between them to press their lips together. “I guess I have a hard time believing that you would want to spend that long with me.”

Obi-Wan drew back just enough to search every inch of the face before him. “Explain,” he commanded seriously.

“I’m a lot,” Anakin sighed.

“Yes.”

“What if I’m too much?”

“You could never—”

“What if you get bored?”

“How could I—”

“What if all the things you think are quirky and cute become annoying and —”

“Love.” Obi-Wan silenced him with a chaste, barely there kiss. “You thrill me. You delight me. You please me. You excite me.” He sealed each statement with a kiss - one to each cheek, then the furrowed brow currently sporting premature wrinkles, then finally the hands that still clasped his own between them. “What can I do to make you believe me?”

“I do,” Anakin whispered as his fingers were pried one by one. “I—”

“I hoped you’d say that,” Obi-Wan declared as he finally slipped the ring onto Anakin’s finger, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed his face as he did. Uncertainty turned to awe, wrinkles smoothed out, and tears spilled as Anakin stared at the band that drew all the light in the room.

“You really want to marry me?” Anakin rasped.

“I do,” Obi-Wan sighed in relief that the fact finally seemed to have sunken in. “Please say you do too.”

“Yes,” Anakin buried the glittering ring in auburn locks and pulled Obi-Wan forward for a kiss. “I do,” he whispered against his lips. “I do, I do, I do.”

#obikin #prompt fill #your pal being big and brave and accepting prompts #abba lyrics prompt list

[sort-of-a-hero-that-way]

do you guys feel shiv's total trust in tom, but manifesting not as love but in how she picked him over nate because nate broke when she tried playing with him but she said that line to tom with absolute certainty that he's better, that he's stronger than that

people will be quick to say shiv underestimates tom and while that's true for his business experience, she overestimates his toughness as seen by her frequent pleas of "i need you"

to shiv, tom is her rock, tom is the guy she met when she was at the lowest point in her life, tom is strong and he can take being played with and she can "build a home thinking she's strong there" but she also undermines the implications of how a marriage is a teamwork and so nothing important can be build if she doesn't put in her own share of the work

#the building of a home is a lyric from the winner takes it all #saw an edit with that abba song and it prompted me to write all this #the song is so perfect for them because it reads for both #none are the winner that takes it all #i could write a lot about tom too but this post focused on shiv's struggles #she's bringing this misery upon herself and it breaks my heart #shiv roy #siobhan roy #tom wambsgans #tomshiv #succession meta #succession

[charsui]

So we're all aware that like Abba got a musical, so did the Proclaimers, probably the Beatles, hell Green Day did, right? Well, my wondering is where is the 2 part musical in which we see the entire world of My Chemical Romance's stories, a grimdark world with a devastating war for Black Parade and then the scrambling through the Cyberpunk wasteland that followed in Danger Days? I mean you can do 2 shows but the idea of this flowing world would be neat to look at

#my chem romance #my chemical romance #black parade #danger days #sunshine on leith #mamma mia #american idiot #green day #abba #the proclaimers #the proclaimers have hit song 500 miles pulled from coronation playlist because of their anti royalist views #musical theatre #musicals #idea pitch #idea prompt #mcr

[sky-kenobye]

#48 i can see it in your eyes for the ABBA prompts - in any way that feels right to you!

Here I come, weeks later, oops, sorry!

So, I actually wrote this as soon as you sent the prompt but I was very sleep deprived so I meant to add some descriptions and stuff later, but it doesn't seem to be happening and it's haunting me so here it is!

It's 100% silliness (again, sleep deprived), and also 99% dialogue and very short, I hope you don't mind.

(You might recognise a few lines from these two videos)

From these abba lyrics prompts

"Where's my spoughnut with red-white-and-blue-sprinkles?"

"Most likely where you left it."

"Well it's not. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, did you eat it? Did you eat my last spoughnut with red-white-and-blue-sprinkles?"

*scoff* "Preposterous. Of course not."

"You remember what I said would happen if someone ate my last spoughnut with red-white-and-blue-sprinkles?"

"Hmm, something about raining down sithfire."

"That's right."

"Yet here I am, without an umbrella. I would say that's proof I didn't eat it. Perhaps you should ask Ahsoka, she spent an awfully long amount of time in the kitchen earlier for someone who supposedly just wanted a glass of water."

*narrows eyes* "I know you're lying. You ate it. I can see it in your eyes."

*gasp* "How outrageous! I cannot believe you would accuse me of such villainy. Me-"

"Oh, not this again..."

"-your poor old master! Have I ever led you astray? Do you not remember who brought you in, built you up strong, taught you your craft? Now here you are, spreading lies and slander! Slander I say! This is character assassination! Blasphemy!"

"Come on, Obi-Wan, just admit it!"

"Such ungratefuless! I cared for you for all these years! Fought for you! Cooked for you! Let me remind you that if it wasn't for me, you would have spent your padawanship going to the refectory, eating. Bad. Sandwiches."

"Seriously?"

"-but you cannot even spare one spoughnut for your ageing elder!"

"A-ha! You ate it, I knew it!"

"..."

"..."

*sniffs disdainfully* "You should have eaten it quicker, it was a bit stale honestly, rather disappointing."

#yes a spoughnut is a space doughnut #abba lyrics prompt #my writing

[godlizzza]

continuing the jealous dan line of thought: herbert noticing and being very into how possessive dan gets

Herbert found Dan in the hospital cafeteria, munching on some carrot sticks. He wordlessly fell into the seat opposite him, waiting until Dan finally looked up from his crossword puzzle to speak.

"I won't be attending in neurology today," he told Dan. "I've been reassigned to the E.R."

Dan's eyebrows rose as he swallowed down his mouthful. "Why's that?"

"I've got a med student shadowing me," Herbert sighed, already dreading the task. "He's been bouncing around the hospital for a few weeks and now it's my turn to suffer."

"Poor guy," Dan said, poorly trying to mask a smile. "Try not to bite his head off, okay? We were both in his shoes once."

"I found my first residence entirely pointless," Herbert sniffed. "I won't have to bite his head off if he doesn't act like a moron."

"Your threshold for who's a moron if pretty low," Dan commented and Herbert merely grunted in response. Dan frowned down at his crossword, worrying the tip of his pencil between his teeth. "Who's the guy?"

Herbert waved a hand dismissively. It wasn't bad enough that he had to deal with this man's presence? Now he was being expected to remember his name?

"Hugh something-or-other."

"Hugh?" Dan echoed and when Herbert glanced up at him, he'd gone still. "Hugh Davies?"

"I'm assuming so," Herbert replied slowly, keenly watching Dan shift in his seat. "Is that a problem?"

"No," Dan ground out between his teeth. "No problem at all."

Herbert eyed him dubiously but Dan was squinting down at his crossword like his life depended on it. When Herbert rose to go he didn't lift his eyes from the paper.

It didn't take long for Herbert to pick up on Dan's foul mood when he returned home from his shift. Usually, Dan would greet him the second he walked through the door, whether it was popping into the foyer to welcome him home with a kiss or sticking his head out from the kitchen to yell his greeting. But that day Herbert shuffled in through the door to no one. He shucked his coat and paced into the living room to find Dan sat on the couch, watching TV.

"Decided to pick up brain-rotting as a hobby?" Herbert inquired, unwinding his scarf.

Dan shrugged, eyes glued to the screen, where a woman was cheerfully stuffing a turkey. "Cooking isn't brain-rot. It's a skill."

"Of course," Herbert conceded. He went to the side of the couch and squeezed Dan's shoulders, feeling the firm skin beneath Dan's thin cotton shirt. He bent down to press a kiss to the top of Dan's head. "Well, you have fun with that. I'll be in the lab," he mumbled into Dan's hair.

As he stood to go Dan's hand clamped around his wrist suddenly, bringing him to an abrupt halt. He blinked in surprise down at Dan, whose eyebrows were bunching angrily together.

"Herbert," Dan said, his voice coming out oddly low and gravelly. Herbert found he quite liked the tone. "I don't like Hugh."

"And why," Herbert asked, breathless, "is that?"

Dan's mouth was a long, thin line. His fingers easily circled Herbert's arm. "Because he's a huge flirt. I've seen him try it with every male nurse he comes across."

Herbert licked at his dry lips. He could feel his own pulse pounding where Dan was touching him. That dark, sharp look in Dan's eye had Herbert's whole chest swelling and his skin tingling.

"I see," he finally managed to say. "And you're worried his taste will evolve to include male...doctors?"

"That is my worry, yes," Dan admitted. He finally turned to face Herbert, his brown eyes dark as chips of onyx. "I don't wanna have to, you know, tell him what's what."

"And what's that?" Herbert asked demurely, sliding into Dan's lap. Dan kept his hold on his wrist, even as Herbert stroked his hand up and down Dan's back, reveling in his warm, solid body. Herbert pressed closer until their chests were flush, Dan's body heat seeping through Herbert's shirt and into him. "Won't you tell me?"

"That the only one who can be close to you like this," Dan whispered, his other arm coming round to circle Herbert's waist, "is me."

"Mmm, I never pegged you for the possessive type, Danny," Herbert purred, slipping his hand inside the collar of Dan's shirt to stroke his chest.

"I just can't stand the idea of him looking at you and thinking...things," Dan growled.

"Things," Herbert echoed, his mouth splitting into a grin. "How scandalous to be thinking things."

Dan glared at him. Their faces were so close together their noses nearly touched.

"You're enjoying this," he observed, not looking too thrilled at this discovery.

"Perhaps," Herbert admitted, stroking his thumb along Dan's collarbone. "But you'll only have to deal with it for the next two weeks."

Dan's eyes flashed and his grip on Herbert's wrist and waist instantly tightened. "Two weeks? That's how long that creep's gonna be shadowing you?"

Herbert nodded, his heart skittering against his ribs as Dan easily flipped them over, pressing Herbert's back against the couch as he crowded over him. Herbert clutched at Dan's shirt, wanting to pull it off and yank Dan closer at the same time. Dan ducked low and began feverishly kissing at Herbert's neck. His hair tickled Herbert's ear but Herbert was lost to the heady sensation of Dan smothering him. He writhed beneath him, desperate for more, but Dan didn't appear to need prompting.

He hooked Herbert's leg around his hip and ground their hips together, the friction delicious. Herbert gasped as Dan kept at it, his hand fumbling between them to pull Herbert's shirt free of his waistband.

"He can think about this all he wants," Dan said huskily into Herbert's ear. "But I'm the one who gets to touch you."

"Yes," Herbert panted, throwing his arms around Dan's shoulder to clutch at his back. "Touch me."

Dan quickly took him apart on that couch until Herbert was crying out to the ceiling.

Hugh was only going to be shadowing him for a few days, but Dan didn't need to know that.

#dan has a little green monster lurking inside him that only herbert knows how to bring out #cue abbas 'lay all your love on me' #dan cain #herbert west #danbert #re-animator #my fics #asks #writing prompt

[wiirocku]

Galatians 4:6 (NLT) - And because we are His children, God has sent the Spirit of His Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.”

#Galatians 4:6 #we are #His children #God #sent #Spirit #His Son #into our #hearts #prompting #Abba Father

[psyzook]

there is one thing i need, and one thing only. a time-travel fanfiction that is titled:

Mamma Mia, (fuck!) Here We Go Again

#abba #abba band #fanfic prompt #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction prompt #fanfic titles #fanfiction title #time travel au #time travel fanfiction #time travel fix it #time travel fanfic

[5-minutes-2-midnight]

Claire Fitzroy's Vinyl Collection (The Gray Man 2022)

#writing prompts #fanfiction #research #the gray man #scenes #claire fitzroy #vinyl #records #Silver Bird #Billie Eilish idontwannabeyouanymore #Jack white sixteen saltines / love is blindness #Donovan 7-Tease (1974) #20 solid Gold hits LP #Music Box a&m 1980 #ABBA Gold Greatest Hits #Clairo Immunity #mark Lindsay Silver Bird #The Ray Bloch Singers Love can Make you happy #parkway records #bleachers #45 (2020) OR Chinatown (2020) because they use the same cover #1:53:17

[iphisesque]

our english teacher when we were 15 was really into supertramp and would have us analyze the breakfast in america album all the time so one day i was humming along to the logical song and my mom was like holy shit i have a vinyl of that how do you know that song. and i was very shocked by that because historically my father was the music parent so i had momentarily forgotten that my mother also listened to music in her youth

#she was very much a pop girlie though it has to be said. she SLAYS a good abba singalong #anyways post prompted by me relistening to supertramp

[thatguyatthetypewriter]

Random Prompt n°18

"Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you..."

*hurling down from the stairs* "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY DO IT AGAIN-"

#random prompt #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #imagine your ship #imagine your otp #imagine your ocs #waterloo #ABBA #<kind of

[prophet-of-dooms]

You're at the doctor's, it's dark outside and you're waiting for them to call you inside the room, to harvest your blood, while waiting in line in a dark apartment building. Screams. You can hear screams coming from the room. After a while the screams stop, a faint music starts playing, it's Abba. More specifically dancing queen ~YOU can dance you can jive, having the time of your lifee~

#abba #prophet of dooms #spilled thoughts #relatable posts #writing #funny #morning #doctors #writing prompt #music

[kznsk]

the tags.

#the tags. #&&. ﹕your resident artist ... IN CHARACTER. #&&. ﹕fly away dove ... OUT OF CHARACTER. #&&. ﹕dream of painting and then paint the dream ... APPEARENCE. #&&. ﹕now playing super trouper by abba ... PROMPTS. #&&. ﹕the perfect portrait isn’t always perfect ... PSA. #&&. ﹕new piece in the works ... ASKBOX. #&&. ﹕let’s dance to joy division ... MUSINGS. #&&. ﹕countless shades of blue and purple ... AESTHETIC. #&&. ﹕dove’s personal gallery ... PROMOTION.

[andrewsneil]

i am SO tired of living in a world where people think mike wheeler hates ABBA literally look at him. me and i was written about him SHUT UP

#coming out as a mike wheeler loves abba truther #he’d LIE and say he hates abba but NO he loves abba #mike wheeler #this is legit just prompted by me reading a fic where he doesn’t like abba… #how does it feel to be wrong #maddie.txt

[lilystyles]

no strings attached.

this series is completed!! a @lilystyles series.

y/n and harry have always known each other and been in each other's lives, but harry's rapid rise in fame causes a drift between them. what happens when they find their way back to each other and act on the feelings they have always had?

or y/n is a virgin and she doesn't want to be, and harry is an old friend who doesn't mind helping her out.

virgin!reader x friendswbenefits!h

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old friends

harry and y/n are old friends who reunite and quickly pick right back up where they left off. new tensions arise and a deal is struck up. (5k)

song for this chapter 'Old Friends' by Simon & Garfunkle.

watermelon sugar, highhhh

harry found a new muse for a new song. it's called watermelon sugar, dedicated to the sweetness between y/n's thighs. (5k)

song for this chapter 'Watermelon Sugar' by H.

comfort

y/n calls harry drunk and scared, harry picks her up and helps take care of her. the next morning y/n worries she'll scare him off, but of course, harry eases those worries. (4.5k)

song for this chapter 'Back to the Old House' by The Smiths.

bloom

y/n and harry go to dinner and something stronger blooms between them. (11.6k!!)

song for this chapter 'Hungry Eyes' by Eric Carmen.

rock the boat, baby!

y/n and harry are reminded of their teenage years and take a trip down memory lane on a camping trip. (8.7k)

song for this chapter 'Rock the Boat' by Hues Corporation.

one of us

karaoke night leads to a run-in with paparazzi. y/n's face is splashed everywhere, and harry doesn't know what to do. (5.3k)

song for this chapter 'One Of Us' by Abba.

stuck in the middle with you

y/n is the maid of honour and harry is the best man, what happens when they are forced to share a room? do they reconcile their issues or are they too far gone? (10.6k)

song for this chapter 'Silver Springs' by Fleetwood Mac.

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blurbs for nostrings!H

can be found on my blurbs masterlist right here

more blurbs are coming soon upon request! please use my asks box.

just leave me a prompt or idea - maybe something you want to happen or thought about happening with nostrings!H :)

thank you for reading, this was my first ever series on tumblr love my babies sm 🫶🫶🫶🫶

so many more fics are coming soon i pinky swear! love u all so muchhhhhhh

#nostringsattachedseriesbylilystyles #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader smut #lilystyles #harrystylesseries #childhood best friend to strangers to fwb to lovers

[leclercings]

Upto No Good | Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Drabble for you all, send me an ask and a prompt and I'd love to write something for you🤍

You're in the kitchen, humming to tunes of ABBA. You hear voices in the background.

You go to Max's room. The door is closed, so you knock.

“It's open!” Max speaks before letting out another curse word. You see him on the simulator, racing against his buddies online.

“Maxie, you're too loud.”

“Sorry babe,” he replies. “I'll try to keep it down. He gives you the biggest smile and your heart flutters.

You go back to the kitchen, focusing on your pasta when you hear another loud curse word.

You sigh. You have to do something about it.

This time, you tiptoe to the room and open the door cautiously. Max is so busy on the gadget that he doesn't see you.

By the time Max realises what's happening, it's too late. You're standing in front of the screen, waving your hands around like a maniac.

And just as expected, he stops.

“Y/N, come on,” he huffs, putting the controller on the side, switching off his laptop and screen.

“Maxie.” You tease him. “I said you were too loud.”

He gets up and walks towards you, inching in closer and closer. You try to run away but he holds you, tickling you.

You laugh.

“Stop it, Maxie.” You punch him lightly.

He chuckles, tickling you even further as you let out delighted screams. He tackles you to the bed, and the rest well… some things are best kept a secret.

#f1 #max verstappen #mv1 leclercings #mv1 #mv1 x reader #mv1 x you #mv1 x y/n #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #formula 1 #f1blr #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 drabble #leclercings

[prythianpages]

When I Kissed the Teacher | Cassian

summary: After shameless flirting and one drunken confession, you decide to finally own up to your feelings for Cassian.

warnings: fluff, some suggestiveness/reader thirsting for Cas bc who wouldn't??

a/n: @daycourtofficial suggested this song and idea so big shoutout to her! Though I did a poll and Az won (you can find his version here), I decided to also write a version for Cas as a huge thank you for following me! I just reached 1k ♥ For the sake of this fic, Nesta and Cas are just good friends.

This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (:

Cassian strolls along the hallway, a carefree whistle coming from his lips. A towel is draped casually over his shoulder, barely doing anything to cover his well-defined upper half. A satisfying workout has left his muscles pleasantly fatigued and a content smile on his face. He usually trains in the morning but unfortunately, he had to rearrange his schedule to accompany Azriel on trip to Windhaven.

A creaking sound halts his steps and he turns his head to find you, his favorite trainee, struggling to open the door that leads to the infamous ten-thousand steps. Cassian watches you struggle for a moment longer, suppressing a laugh at the way you huff out in exasperation, allowing your forehead to fall against the door in defeat.

“What are you doing?”

Your head whips around in response, a dizzying blur causing a momentary loss of balance. As your entire weight leans against the door, it finally yields with a creak. Both the house and Cassian spring to action. A sudden gust of wind sweeps through, slamming the door shut and sending you stumbling forward instead.

Cassian catches you in his arms, one hand securing the small of your back while the other cradles the back of your head. Seemingly unfazed by the dangerous fate you almost, quite literally, threw yourself into, you appear nonchalant as you pull back slightly.

"I'm going out.”

As you speak, Cassian catches the subtle scent of ripe red berries coming from your breath. He recognizes it as Mor’s favorite wine. His hazel eyes graze over your body, taking in your thin cami top and shorts with heart patterns that match the hearts on the fluffy slippers you wear.

“Are you drunk?” He asks, his voice warm with amusement.

You don’t answer him, seemingly distracted by his bare chest. A thin line of sweat makes the black ink of his tattoos glisten, enticing you to lean in and have a taste. If you had drank a bit more, perhaps, you would’ve. But for now, you're content to place your hands on his chest instead, heart fluttering at the sensation of the hard muscle beneath. 

“Mmm, you’re absolutely delicious. Has anyone told you, you should be shirtless more often?”

Cassian chuckles. He’s caught you staring at him during training, often flexing his muscles on purpose for you to give you a better show. And it’s no secret that he finds you attractive too, especially after you coaxed it out of him one morning.

“Get off that pretty ass of yours and give me fifty.”

Your mouth falls open but it’s not the fifty push ups you’re gasping over. “You think I’m pretty?”

His gaze lowers, trailing down your body appreciatively before lifting back up to meet your eyes again. His lips twitch upwards and there’s a sparkle in his hazel depths. “I think you’re many things, sweetheart. Doesn’t keep you from giving me fifty. On the floor. Now.”

Flirting is common between you two but even then, there’s no way you’d say those words sober to him. “Yup, you’re drunk,” Cassian says. He makes a mental note to chide Mor the next morning for letting you out of her sight.

“And you’re Cassian. My favorite teacher.” You grin lazily at him, a finger grazing a path over to where his heart beats. Your touch creates a ripple of warmth, prompting his heart to lurch forward, craving for more of it. 

Get it together, he thinks as he reminds himself that you’re drunk.

“Mr. Cassian. My Mr. Cassian. My Cassian.”

A flush of warmth paints his cheeks at your slur of words and he doesn’t care if you don’t mean those words the way he’d like you to. You probably won’t even remember tonight and it’s this thought that gives him the courage to reciprocate. His fingers grip your chin lightly, thumb sweeping over your cheek in a tender caress.

“Your Cassian,” he affirms gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. If only you knew how much he adored you... 

Hearts take shape in your eyes, softening your gaze.  You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into your drunken embrace. Cassian responds, his hands securing beneath your knees, effortlessly lifting you. A playful giggle escapes you, only to be hushed when you notice him carrying you away from the door.

“No, Cas,” you shake your head at him. Attempting to squirm away, you insistently gesture back towards the door. Yet, his arms around you tighten, holding you in place. “We’re going the wrong way! Rita’s is that way!”

“We’re going to bed.”

Your squirming stops and you draw back, looking up at him with a flirtatious flutter of your eyelashes. “We are?”

“You–you’re going to bed. Your own bed, where you will sleep…alone,” Cassian finds himself stammering as he avoids your gaze.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you reply and he can hear the frown in your voice. “I want to be with you.”

“Cauldron boil me,” Cassian curses, quickening his steps. The faster he can get you to your room, the better.

When Cassian finally reaches your room, he thanks the house for opening the door for him. Your silence prompts him to assume you’ve fallen asleep. As he carries you to your bed, his eyes wander around your room, taking in the small details. His heart swells with warmth when he catches a glimpse of the book he had given you over training methods–his favorite book–sitting on your nightstand.

Cassian pulls the covers off your bed and feels you stir in his hold, arms and legs tightening around him as if you could sense his impending departure. He literally has to pry your grip off of him so he can lay you down on your bed. He tucks you in with such tenderness that it sobers you up for just a moment, eyes blinking open. “Can’t you stay?”

The pout you give him is endearing and tugs at his heartstrings.  “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“But–”

He brushes your hair back with a soft expression on his face that would’ve had you melting, if you weren’t upset by his rejection. 

"Not when you’re like this.”

“But…,” you begin again. A pleading look fills your eyes and there’s a subtle wobble of your lips. “What if I tell you I love you?”

Cassian pauses. His eyes study your face in contemplation. He would love nothing more than to slip under the covers with you but he remains firm in his resolve. So with a soft pat to your head, he says, “tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart.”

**

“Tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart,” you mock Cassian’s voice with a scowl the next morning. Contrary to Cassian’s belief, you remembered everything. “Ugh! He might’ve well just told me he hates me!”

“Or maybe, I don’t know, hear me out,” Nesta begins, raising her hands before you could interrupt. She sits across from you on your bed, already dressed in her training leathers. “He wants you to confess to him when you’re sober.”

Emerie, who leans against your desk, giggles at the look on your face. “Don’t be rational, Nesta,” she says in a teasing tone. “He totally hates her.”

The door to your room creaks open and Gywn steps in with a slight frown. “Hurry up! We’re going to be late for our morning session,” she then looks at you, her frown deepening when she takes note of your disheveled state. “Y/n, what are you still doing in your pajamas?”

 “I’m not going today. Tell them I’m hungover,” you tell her with a grimace, pretending to be sick. Nesta rolls her eyes at your dramatics. “I think I’m going to throw up. You should go before I do.”

Gwyn glances toward Emerie, who had also been drinking with you and Mor last night. She then turns back to you with narrowed eyes. “Emerie seems just fine to me.”

Emerie shrinks back with a small blush. The two of you exchange a look. Yes, you had been drinking with Mor and Emerie last night. But you had done most of the drinking while your friend snuck off with the pretty blonde.

“Leave her be,” Emerie says as she stands up straight, covering for you the same way you had for her.  “I’m sure Cas will understand, given the state he found her in last night.”

“What? Don’t tell me you confessed your feelings while drunk,” Gwyn says with an amused giggle. As the silence stretches, her eyes widen, head turning to you. You're quick to avoid her gaze, prompting her to remark, "No wonder he's blushing like a fool today."

That makes your head perk up almost immediately, eyes finding hers only to see the playful glint in her eyes. Nesta and Emerie laugh while you fling one of your pillows at Gwyn. She catches it with ease and throws it back at you. Surrendering to the inevitable teasing, you let the pillow hit you, collapsing onto the comforting expanse of your bed, hoping the blankets might swallow you whole.

“Can you all just leave me be?” You groan. “I’d like to wallow in my own embarrassment alone.”

"Fine," Nesta sighs, patting your leg as she hops off your bed. "But don't think about skipping tomorrow's training!”

**

The next morning dawns, and you find yourself unable to face training, still grappling with the aftermath of your drunken confession to Cassian. Out of all the fish in the sea of Velaris, your heart chose to hyperfixate on him. Your teacher. 

As night falls, you're contemplating skipping training again. It's only another day, and with Friday approaching, the weekend promises a much-needed break. This extra time might be just what you need to gather the courage to face him once more.

Turning in for the night, you cast a glance towards your nightstand. There, beside the book Cassian lent you, sits an untouched hangover tonic. It appeared the morning after your first skipped training session. When you thanked your friends, they had only looked back at you in confusion. You didn’t have to guess who left it there for you after that.

With a sigh, you close your eyes. One of these days, you'll tell him you dream of him every night. Until then, you savor the bittersweet anticipation and allow sleep to pull you into its embrace.

In the sweet haven of your dream, you and Cassian stroll through the center of Velaris as the city shimmers around you. Cassian laughs, the sound echoing like a sweet melody. The two of you then find yourselves in a meadow bathed in moonlight. A sea of luminescent flowers surround you and as the wind blows around you softly, Cassian sneezes. It’s your turn to laugh then.

Cassian rolls his eyes at you and then reaches for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. He pulls you into a dance with a smile that fills your heart with warmth and–

Your body stirs at the sudden loss of warmth and the soft smile that was on your lips morphs into a frown. Something seizes your ankles, yanking you down the bed. With a sudden jolt, your eyes fly open, and a scream escapes your throat. It takes a moment to recgonize the hazel eyes glaring down at you.

“I hope that dream of yours was beautiful because you’re about to have a nightmare of a training session,” Cassian huffs but there’s a teasing to his tone. “Come on, get up.”

Staring up at him in surprise, your heart flutters, still entangled in the remnants of the dream. Unsatisfied with your lack of response, Cassian leans forward and effortlessly picks you up, hoisting you over his shoulder. The trance shatters, and you protest, kicking and punching.

"Hey! Let me go!" you exclaim, your resistance met with Cassian's apparent indifference as he heads towards the door.

"At least let me freshen up and change!" you plea in exasperation. "You can't expect me to train in my pajamas!"

Cassian rolls his eyes because if you had woken up early like usual, you would’ve had more than enough time to change into something more comfortable for training. He doesn’t care. He just needs you to be there. On time.

“I’ll catch a cold or freeze to death on the rooftop!”

He pauses, his wings shuddering at the thought. While he doesn’t care about what you wear,  he does care about you. Setting you down, Cassian regards you with a stern expression, though his stomach flutters. He hadn’t seen you since that night.

“You have 5 minutes.”

Cassian watches as you spring into action, your hurried footsteps echoing through the room as you run toward your bathroom. He bites back the urge to laugh. He’d never seen you run so fast.

**

Cassian was not exaggerating when he said you were in for a nightmare of a training session. Much to your dismay, your friends were all under Azriel’s instruction for the morning, allowing Cassian’s attention to solely focus on you. Something you normally would’ve swooned over but given your current tension…

“You’re doing it wrong.”

You let out a huff and lower your sword, dragging the pointy edge along the gravel. A scowl taints your features. “I need a break.”

Cassian shakes his head at you. “Not until you get this move right.”

He moves to stand behind you, placing his hands at your waist. Suddenly, you're thankful for the vigorous activity Cassian pushed you into. It allows you to put full blame for your heavy breathing on the demanding training and not on the way Cassian’s warm breath tickles your ears as he instructs you on how to properly position yourself.

“Like this,” he tells you, using a knee to prod your legs further apart.

Your knees wobble and once again, you blame it on your exhausted muscles. Cassian chuckles, the hands on your waist helping hold you steady. “Are you drunk, y/n?” He teases.

You turn your head to glare at him. “I’m sober.”

Cassian raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh?”

You toss your sword aside, freeing yourself from his hold, and spin around to face him. "And you want to know something else?"

Crossing his arms against his chest, Cassian's lips twitch upwards. He’s fully aware of the way your gaze momentarily dips down, catching the flex of his biceps. "What?" he prompts, the hint of a teasing smile playing on his face. 

Suddenly, the words die at your throat as you meet his gaze again. The intensity in his eyes rattles your nerves and you feel the courage slowly slipping away. Desperate to not let this moment slip through your fingers, you curl your fingers into his leathers and yank him down to your height. Choosing to show him instead, you lean forward and press your lips to his.

You pour out all your feelings into the kiss, heart quickening when he begins to reciprocate. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He’d dreamt of this moment just as much as you did and now that he had a taste, he didn’t want to stop.

Unfortunately, for him, the screams tearing through the training grounds have you pulling away. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Emerie and Gwyn, going wild and playfully tugging at Nesta’s arms while she laughs. Even Azriel indulges in a chuckle.

Blush creeps into your cheeks. You hold your breath as the world seems to stand still. However, instead of an awkward response, Cassian simply smiles, the flush of his cheeks matching yours and you feel like you can breathe again.

“I like you,” you finally confess, exhaling as your gaze dips downward. “Like might not even be sufficient enough at this point…"

Cassian's fingers gently grip your chin, coaxing your gaze back up to his. His thumb sweeps over your cheek in a tender caress—the same way it did on the night of your drunken confession. But this time, he doesn't hold back. He allows his thumb to trace the soft plush of your lips next.

And if the gleam in his hazel eyes was not enough to send you to the seventh heaven, his next words did.

“I’m falling in love with you, too.”

a/n: hope you all enjoyed this one! ❤️

tagging: @hellodarling1357 , @kennedy-brooke, @scooobies

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