#also they other two Archeron's realize their sister SKINNED LUCIEN'S BOYFRIEND because that's important to me

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The Rolling in the Graves snippet

Slowly, Lucien looked up. Stared, as Nesta leant back against the headboard with a flash of bitter, acrid feeling, tinging the air grey.

“He proposed. I-“

“You don’t have to explain it to me.”   Lucien had done worse things than say yes, for the hope of belonging.   Splayed, Nesta held her empty hand between them, little bits of silver flame running like water over her knuckles. No ring- Lucien had forgotten humans wore rings. Assumed at first there was none because Nesta didn’t wear jewelry- discarded the thought, possessed instead by the fact that when High Fae married-  When faeries like Lucien and Nesta loved, and needed not hide it, ink or metal or public moment were not what told the truth, but their magic.   “He proposed,” Nesta repeated, head tilted back, “But somewhere between the street corner where he got the words out and the party already planned for us at my sister’s house it became happy mating.” Lucien held out his hand. Pushed, a little, let light twist and twine with Nesta’s barely kindled power, bits of dancing flame.   Said, quietly, “You never had a ceremony.”

#hello yes I'm still losing my mind #who is ready for PAIN AND DESIRE BABES? #do I think this is what would happen in canon? actually yes #is it also very important for where this going? also yes #this story started out as sexy nonsense and became....emotional pillow talk? #falling into trust long before they fall into bed #he gets her!! #we don't get Nesta POV but it would be a flailing marvel of easy understanding and furious attraction #WE ARE SNUGGLING AND CHATTING IN THIS FIC #WE ARE CONTEMPLATING BREAKING THE ENTIRE WORLD #WE ARE- doing things with honey in bed that I cannot recommend but seem? very fae? #there's nothing casual about Nesta Archeron yall #in any way #anyway Lucien and Nesta fuck at Elains house and it is the sisterhood solidarity we deserved all along #also they other two Archeron's realize their sister SKINNED LUCIEN'S BOYFRIEND because that's important to me #public roles vs private joys! #Elain comes around! #Lucien never once threatens Cassian because he's not another toxic man #but wow. wow does he think he wasted the most precious of opportunities

[julemmaes]

PP Feysand drabble 1.5

A/N: This is set in the same universe my Nessian fic Pinky Promise is set and it’s basically a chapter 1.5. It’s what happened in Feyre’s room while everyone listened to them arguing and it’s short, but I really want to write their story too - I just don’t want to make it a story itself, so I’ll just post some drabbles (I guess that’s what they’re called) of moments I think are cute or important for their development and relationship. I’ll do the same for Elain and Lucien, Elain and Azriel and also *sighs* Feyre and fucking Tampon, I already have most of them planned out and they’re gonna be not longer than 2k words. I hope you like the idea:)

Word count: 1,740

Rhysand was trying in every way to keep himself still between his two brothers. Alcohol was coursing through his veins and his mind was wandering around on its own, in an unknown world.

It had been a relief for him when he remembered that they were all going to eat at the Archeron's house. Whatever they proposed to him that involved seeing Feyre for even a few hours was a treasure.

He was bickering with Elain about something he couldn't even remember, "But only because you don't have enough sisters for backup, otherwise we'd solve it physically," he muttered. Elain laughed and took another sip of her drink.

"I think all three of us would end up with a boner before anyone could tell the winner," Azriel whispered very softly. Cassian burst out laughing shortly afterwards, clinging to him.

He didn't hear the front door open, but he saw everyone turning in the direction of the entrance and tracked the movement as well. He knew it was Feyre, it had to be her.

He only hoped that she had no company.

He stood up, "Yes Fey-Fey join us," Rhysand echoed Mor's words. He was definitely smiling like a child on Christmas morning and hadn't even seen her yet, just a flash of black of her winter coat.

The second she turned towards them, he tensed up.

Her eyes...

"Feyre," he stepped forward, holding his breath, "What happened?"

She was looking at him, but it was as if she didn't see him.

The swollen, red eyes were a clear sign that he had been crying just seconds earlier.

A tinge of hope lit up in his chest and he almost felt sick to his stomach at the idea of having felt pleasure in the suffering of the woman he loved. Regardless of who had caused the wound and what consequences it had had for the relationship between her and Tamlin, Feyre was crying and was not fine.

She moved slowly, without the bit of life that was once an integral part of her person, "Nothing, don't worry," she answered in a small voice.

Nesta was getting up, but Feyre shook her head, raising one hand.

Rhysand couldn't move, he didn't know what to do.

"I didn't want to ruin your evening, I just came to say hi." she smiled slightly at everyone and when no one answered, she bit her lip tentatively. He stiffened even more beside her, now much closer, "I'm sorry... goodnight everyone."

She turned around and walked out of the room, without even sparring him a glance.

He clenched his hands firmly. What the fuck had just happened?

He heard the others talking, too loudly for Feyre not to hear them, and he wanted to tell them to be quiet, get up and go to her. She certainly wouldn't let him into her room to comfort her at such an unusual hour. It could have got her into trouble.

That last thought made him even angrier.

Tamlin.

It was inevitably his fault.

Feyre had no one else but him.

Amren appeared equally angered when she said, "Can someone explain what the heck just happened and why no one is going to see how she's doing?"

Rhysand found himself in the hallway before Amren had even finished the sentence. He remembered to knock before he opened the door and when the answer didn't come immediately, he brought a hand to his face, rubbed his eyes and tried to polish his thoughts somewhat.

He knocked a second time, louder, and murmured against the wood, "Darling-"

The door opened wide, causing him to stagger forward and forcing the girl to move aside. Shit, he was too drunk. He looked up once he found some composure, finding Feyre with her arms crossed, "Don't call me that." she pointed to the corridor he had just come from, "And get out of my room."

Rhys sighed, "Feyre, please," he stepped towards her, one hand raised with the intention of touching her.

She drew back, her face impassive, "Please, what?" she asked him, hardening her jaw. He didn't answer and she pointed out again, "Get out."

He shook his head, going towards the door and closing it so that he could lean against it, "What happened?"

Feyre took a deep breath, "What are you doing?"

"I want to understand why you came home crying after a date with your boyfriend," he said harshly.

"I don't recall it ever being any of your business," she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning forward. Rhysand only realized at that moment how nicely she was dressed.

She had beautiful tight black pants that wrapped her legs perfectly and dark green heels, matched with a blouse of the same color that didn't do justice at all to the shapes he knew hid under it.

He snapped his eyes shut, "I just want to know if you're okay."

Feyre scoffed, "I'm fine," she replied immediately, then looked him in the eye and hers were glossy again, "Now please, get out."

He shook his head, "No," he came closer and she pulled her legs up, settling in the middle of the bed, "You're not fine and I want to know why." She looked over his shoulder, "It's Tamlin, isn't it?"

The sudden burst of anger made Rhysand jerk, "I told you to get out of my room!" cried Feyre, standing on the other side of the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible. "You have to get out!"

"I will not leave this room," he whispered, his gaze determined as he tried to suppress his hatred for anyone who had made her suffer in that way, "because you are not safe and I am worried about you," he said, trying to calm her down.

It seemed to have the opposite result on the girl in front of him, "It's all temporary, Rhysand." she laughed, despite her tear-filled eyes, "This will end too. We just had a fight."

He didn't answer, relieved that she was starting to talk about what happened that night.

Then, all of a sudden, she grew even sadder, "Why do you worry?"

Rhysand frowned, "Because I'm your friend. And I don't want you to suffer."

"That's bullshit." she hissed, "Everything is temporary." she repeated her and he shook his head, disbelief lining his features, "This too." she pointed her chest before pointing at him.

"Stop it."

"Our friendship." she said that word with a grimace across her face, almost as if even just the idea disgusted her, "Everything is temporary." She wouldn't stop saying those words and he wondered if she had had a drink before getting home. "This. This was merely one of those things."

"That's not true." he snapped.

He wanted to agree with her, but imagined that they both me and you mean two completely opposite things. He could hear the blood rumbling in his ears.

Feyre laughed, she really laughed. "Yes, Rhysand!" she shouted, "We are not friends, you and I."

"I'm with Tamlin." she whispered and a tear slipped down her cheek, "I'm with him and you're no one to me." he recoiled at those words, as if she had physically hit him.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, swallowing, "If you'd let me-".

"I don't have to let you do anything!" she cried, "I don't need your help or anyone else's! I am fine on my own!" her voice grew louder with every word.

Rhysand pushed himself forward until he touched the mattress with his knees, "Clearly that's not the case!" he yelled in turn, "You need help and I'm here! I'm offering you-"

She interrupted him, going around the room and putting her hands against his chest, "Get out! Leave!" she pushed him against the door, and when he heard someone walking in the corridor, he looked at Feyre, who was now crying. He nodded his head once and then walked out of the room, crashing into Azriel and storming out of the apartment.

He heard Feyre swearing and screaming and he slammed the door behind him. He was coming down the stairs furiously when he heard it open again and sped up the pace, not wanting to see who it was.

As soon as he was out in the fresh air, he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out the cigarette packet.

He was not a heavy smoker, but sometimes the school and the children overwhelmed him and he had to find a way to relax. One cigarette a week seemed to do it for him.

He breathed in full lungs and held the smoke in for a few seconds, turning around when he heard the front door of the building close.

Azriel was standing in front of him, hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face.

He offered him the package and his brother shook his head, frowning, "No, thank you." he murmured, "And you shouldn't smoke either."

Rhysand chuckled, "Feyre just told me we're not friends." he looked like a little kid, "She just told me I'm nobody to her." he whispered, looking down the street.

He could feel Azriel's gaze on his skin.

"Did you find out what happened?" he asked him, making a little cloud with his breath.

He felt guilty for forcing the other one to follow him outside, in this freezing cold.

He shook his head, taking another puff, "Nothing," he answered, then passed his hand over his face. "I shouldn't have gone into her room," he sighed, "I shouldn't have invaded her space like that."

Azriel put his hand on his shoulder, "You did nothing wrong, Rhys."

"How can you say that when all I did tonight was make things worse?" he asked in a pleading tone.

"Because Feyre needs someone to make her understand that this is no life." he saw it in Azriel's eyes that even his brother wanted to take the car and go to the asshole's house to make him pay for every wrong he had done to Feyre.

He said nothing, still too tipsy to face this conversation without going crazy.

"He's a piece of shit and he doesn't deserve her," murmured Rhys.

Azriel smirked, "That's what Elain said."

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