#and Lucien gets paint everywhere

[luvvyouforever]

headcanons: marriage and domesticity with acotar characters ♡

↳ includes rhysand, feyre, azriel, cassian, morrigan, lucien, tamlin, and amren. unfortunately, those are the only characters i know well enough to write for but more will come in the future!

↳ fluff to the max and then more fluff. children, pregnancy, marriage, family, home dynamics.

rhysand:

-strives to have a very welcoming, comforting home. buys luxurious throw pillows from stories in velaris even though you scold him for each one he adds to his already huge collection. he just wants every surface to feel comfortable so he also buys the best mattresses and couches and will spend hours in a store picking them.

-loves to have an occasional meal cooked entirely by your family. he puts on a silly apron and dances around the kitchen, sprinkling spices willy-nilly. "accidentally" gets food on your cheek which he will happily kiss away.

-feels so proud to have his own family that loves each other unconditionally and would do anything to protect that. you and your kids are the most important thing to him and he could be a very scary person if he ever feels that you're being threatened. is much more careful in his day-to-day life because he knows that there are people who wait on him to come home.

feyre:

-if you were pregnant, feyre would be as caring as she could be. she'd wait on you hand and foot and massage anything that hurt. she'd find you the best calming and soothing lotions for your tummy. every so often, she'd lay on your tummy and tell your kid all the the great things they'll be born into.

-feyre's paintings all over the house :(( she has a little art studio which is constantly messy but you proudly hang everything she does in special little spots everywhere. she loooooves doing portraits of you and the two of you together.

-her life is already very grand so she loves nothing more than having a peaceful night indoors with you. she holds out for the weekends when you can sleep in, cuddle all day, and read together. she makes the best teas and surprises you with them on cozy sunday mornings!

azriel:

-his home is immaculate, cleaned spotless, and a little minimalist. if this isn't your style, he will gladly give you the ability to decorate the space as long as it's clean. azriel scrubbing the kitchen in bright latex gloves is not a rare sight. he just likes the comfort it brings him after the gory things he does for his job.

-he gets you the prettiest, most personalized engagement ring ever. he listens to you so closely and is so attentive that he knew exactly what you would like. he had it designed by a jeweler in velaris and it's probably engraved with something incredibly sentimental.

-he loves matching clothes in the privacy of his home! like matching silk pajama sets? yes please! listen, i've said it before and i'll say it again, azriel lives for the fancier things in life and he just wants to share that with you! he encourages you to wear the same soft and comfortable pajama pants that he is.

cassian:

-destroys the house with his kids! makes a big mess while playing with them. like pillow fights and paints and water and intense acting with toys. you continuously scold him for it and he always cleans up all nice but he can't help it! he just wants to give his kids the most fun childhood ever.

-would lose his SHIT if his kids had wings oh my god. wants to show them how to fly and take them on flights above beautiful landscapes. is probably the dad to push the kid into the water to get them used to it and this applies to flying. "it's just how illyrians learn, baby!" "he's not even a full illyrian!"

-his house is colorful and full of memories everywhere. pictures of the inner circle, of you, of the kids, anyone. keeps anything his kids make him. keeps any gift you give him. tapes notes and invitations to the fridge. he's just so sentimental like that!

morrigan:

-cried like a baby at your wedding. no matter if you walked down the aisle or if she did, she was crying instantly. rhys nudged her shoulder and cassian and azriel laughed at her afterward but you only smiled at her and helped her touch up her makeup!

-is a little hesitant to begin a family. it's more to do with her past and her family than anything else. she doesn't want to give anyone that power over her. if you are really excited about starting a family, she would certainly hear you out and if it did happen, she'd be the best mother ever.

-comes home to you with gifts every day. you keep telling her you don't need them but you gotta let her spoil you! one day it is a new ring that perfectly matches the stone in your engagement ring and that you should totally put on your right hand pointer finger because it would look best!

lucien:

-would totally thrive with a big family. like he would know everyone's interests, what they're up to, their friends, their food preferences, everything. gives them all equal attention and can wrangle them all together with expertise.

-i feel like he really loves showers and baths with you. like unless he was super stinky or unless you were gone, he would just not shower unless it was with you. he loves the intimacy and the closeness it brings!! and he loves washing your hair for you or brushing it or braiding it for you!

-one of his hobbies is mixology! i can't explain it but just imagine lucien having this home bar cart with all kinds of syrups and fancy alcohols and he cares about the dates on them and pairs the perfect wine with his meals! you can give him any three words that'll describe the drink you want and he'll mix it all up and it will taste amazing!

tamlin:

-GIRL DAD! imagine him taking her out to buy dresses for anything she needs, putting little flowers in her ear when they go on walks together, doing tea parties with her. tell me you don't see this. i dare you.

-usually gets up pretty early to go and do his high lord duties but he will come and check on you throughout the day, giving you kisses and treats and notes! he always wants to spend meals with you and will stop anything he's doing if alis tells him that you're ready to eat lunch! you've never seen a man set the table faster and pat the seat next to him.

-any room in the house that you want will be yours! if you want one of the guest bedrooms to be turned into a craft studio, done. if you want a section of the library dedicated to romance books, done! i'm serious when i say he'd give you anything you want to make sure his home is just as comfy for you as it is for him.

amren:

-values alone time just as much as she values time with you. she likes when the two of you can spend time inside doing your own thing but then can come back together at night and talk about your days! she's not ashamed to ask if she can spend the night in her bed because she's had a long day! but she's always reassuring you that it has nothing to do with you so you don't worry!

-probably isn't a very big kid enjoyer but wouldn't mind adopting someone older! or, even better, a cat! amren would spoil the hell out of a cat that you raise together. "am, i don't think she needs another sweater. she doesn't like wearing them anyway." "but this one says be paw-sitive!"

-people don't believe you when you talk about how soft and sweet amren is when you're at home! they don't think that she's capable of hugging you tight and covering you in kisses but she is! she's a private gal and you respect that entirely! but you also can't help telling mor about all of the sweet things she whispers to you as you're falling asleep.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #acotar series #acotar fanfiction #rhysand x reader #rhysand #rhysand acotar #rhys acotar #feyre archeron #feyre cursebreaker #feyre acotar #feyre x reader #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar #cassian #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #morrigan #morrigan acotar #morrigan x reader #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #tamlin x reader #tamlin acotar #tamlin headcanons #amren acotar #amren x reader

[separatist-apologist]

I want to join in the ranking fun so, if you feel like it: acotar characters on a hike?

17. Amren- DID NOT GO

16. Nesta- ALSO DID NOT GO

15- Mor- HIKE???? No thanks.

14.- Feyre- brings a giant pack of her art supplies, sets up in the first nice valley and begins to paint. Yes, paint. Just wants to capture the moment, to soak in the beauty of nature.

13. Rhys- brought a golf cart, wearing open-toed shoes. "What do you mean we're not golfing?" Ends up banned by park service for taking a golf cart up a protected trail, waits in parking lot doing wheelies

12. Tarquin- SO HUMID. Prefers a dry heat, will not stop talking about it. Wants to know if they're ever going to swim, bails early when he realizes the journey is just the walk. NO THANK YOU

11. Gwyn- Two miles max, did not wear adequate shoes. Brought a book tucked beneath her arm to identify plants and birds but forgot water. Identifies zero birds, gets 100 mosquito bites.

10. Jurian- Does not understand point of a hike. Declares the view is not even that good. VISIBLY sunburned a third of the way up, refuses to put on sunscreen. Constantly asking if they're there yet.

9. Helion- Definitely thought there would be more drinking involved. Goes in 70's style shorts so everyone knows how muscular his thighs are. Isn't there for the right reasons. Lots of passerby's distracted when he takes off his shirt. Everyone annoyed by his in person thirst trapping.

8. Azriel- athletic but this is not his preferred form of absorbing vitamin D. Teased the whole time about how much black he wore. Doesn't want to scuff brand new shoes, has one of those backpacks you can slurp water from with a straw, refuses to share.

7. Vassa- Came with the hopes everyone was camping. Hiking with an ARSENAL of gear on her back. Exhausted half way through and FURIOUS when she realizes everyone is done at mile five

6. Emerie- Hiking goddess. Came to snap pictures and she looks good doing it. Long leggings and socks despite heat, does not seem to notice. Carrying on conversation despite ninety degree incline.

5. Eris- brought ALL his dogs. Tangled leashes EVERYWHERE. People constantly asking to pet, of course he says NO. DONT TOUCH THEM. Dogs desperately want to be pet. Carrying around way too many bags of dog poop, is grumpy about it. So worried about keeping dogs from escaping, forgets sunscreen.

4. Elain- Points out all the plants along the way, taking pictures carefully to catalogue. WAY at the back of the group, constantly having to jog to catch up. Came to soak up nature, not to get so sweaty. Wore a too floppy hat she loses in the wind at the very top, forced to go back down without it.

3. Tamlin- Wants to hike in SILENCE. Brought headphones, defeating the purpose of a group hike. So loud EVERYONE can hear. "Is that Call Me Maybe?" Tamlin pretends he didn't hear.

2. Cassian- BRUTAL PACE. PRACTICALLY RUNNING. OH MY GOD WHAT IS YOUR RUSH??? The rush is to beat the crowd and to punish ourselves for our many crimes against God. Cassian avoids being murdered that day...but just barely.

1. Lucien- Off grid hiking, tracking through woods like a bloodhound. Group? What group? They find him halfway back lounging against a tree looking unbothered. Made it to the top hours ago, just waiting now. There is a shortcut, he claims, pointing to vertical incline nicknamed "SUICIDE CLIMB" Looks like it needs equipment to get up, he claims he used his hands. Perfect ponytail.

#once again #this is objectively correct #as always i have the only right opinion on these characters and how they would behave on a hike #you know im right

[haveihitanerve]

Lucien stood on the balcony at the House of Wind and stared out over Velaris. The city of starlight. He had never seen a more beautiful view. He smelled her before he heard her, the telltale sign of the door opening the only sound of her arrival. He knew she wanted him to hear her approach. He had tested that door. It opened silently if you tried. “How are you doing?” She asked quietly, taking up a place at his side. Lucien loosed a sigh. “Its beautiful.” He said instead. She gave him a look. “Feyre.” He started. She waited. “I am- so sorry.” She blinked. This was clearly not when she expected them to have this conversation. But Lucien plowed on. He needed to tell her. To make her understand. “I know- i realize now that I should have been better. That i should have fought more. I fought some- but it wasn't enough.” He looked everywhere but at her. “I regret- i regret my part in your suffering and im glad…” he took a deep breath. “Im glad you ran away. Im glad you left him. Left me. Im glad you found this place with these people.” he made himself meet her eyes. “I am so glad that you have a family. And that you are happy. And i am so sorry for not giving that to you.” Feyre took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. “Its okay.” She breathed quietly. “I forgive you. I have forgiven you. I never thought- an apology is nice, of course.” she smiled. “But i didn't expect it.” “well you should have.” Lucien said forcefully. “I owe you one. And im sorry.” Feyre smiled lightly. “Okay foxy. I get it. And i forgive you.” Lucien released a breath of relief, sinking down onto the bench that was closest to him. Feyre joined him, their hands still interlaced. “Why didn't you?” Feyre asked quietly. He looked at her. She looked back. “Fight for me.” She elaborated. Lucien ran a hand through his hair. It was a fair question. “I tried.” He whispered miserably. “Everyday i begged Tamlin- begged him. To let me take you on a ride. To let you go to the village. Do anything but sit inside all day and paint.” Lucien shook his head. “But he refused. Time and time again. Before we left i-” he hesitated. “When we were going to come back I had plans to kidnap you.” he said quietly.

“I- i didn't care anymore. You were suffering and so close to breaking and Tamlin was just letting it happen i couldn't-” he cut off, taking a deep breath. “Before we left I made a deal with Alis.” he said quietly. “She was going to put something in your food and make you eat it the night before we got back. And pack all your things in a bag. Then I would excuse myself from Tamlin and grab you, and the supplies that we still had from our excursion. And i would leave.” he swallowed. “I didn't have a plan where to go, or what to do. But i couldn't just let you go on like that. And then… then Rhys happened.” He shook his head. “And i am so glad we left. So that he could find you.” Lucien looked at her. Feyre covered her mouth with one hand, squeezing his with the other. “Lucien.” she breathed, tears in her eyes. He smiled faintly. “Tamlin...” he shook his head. “It was bad. But i am so glad you got out.” He squeezed her hand. “What about the letter?” Feyre asked quietly. But the way she said it he knew the question had been weighing on her. Lucien sighed. “Honestly, until then i thought Rhys had messed with your mind.” He admitted. “But then you sent the letter and… your scent was clearly on it. I begged Tamlin to let it go. That you were happy and that he should be satisfied with that. But he refused. He said that you couldn't read or write. And that rhys had done it. To make us forget you. As if that was ever a possibility.” he scoffed. “He sent me to go looking for you. And forced sentries to go to. We were told not to bother coming back if we didn't have you.” He swallowed. Feyre squeezed his hand tighter. “And when i saw you.” He smiled. “I wanted so badly to take you home. But i also knew i couldn't.” He shrugged. “So we went back.” He turned pale. “Tamlin…” he trailed off, standing abruptly. “Sorry. I shouldn't have- you don't need to hear all this. You were safe and happy here. Are.” he corrected. “Lucien-” Feyre stood and grabbed his arm when he made to leave. “Did he hurt you?” She asked quietly. Lucien swallowed and shook out of her grip. “You're safe and happy here Feyre.” He said. “Don't worry about Tamlin, or what happened in the Spring Court anymore.”

He turned and hurried through the door inside but Feyre followed. She couldn't let him bury this, couldn't let him hide this anymore. They had been friends once. He had been her first, her best friend for a long time. She wanted that back. And she couldn't let him walk away now. Friends didn't let that happen. Lucien hadn't made it far. Rhys stood in the living room, wings present, shadows swirling around his shoulders, murder in his eyes. Lucien slowed and stopped. Cassian and Azriel were seated on the couches nearby, tense, but not entirely sure why. Cass stood as Feyre walked in though, and positioned himself close by. Rhys eyes bored into Luciens. Feyre stepped up next to him and squeezed his hand. Lucien didn't remove his gaze from Rhys, but squeezed back. “Did he hurt you?” Rhys repeated Feyre’s earlier question. Lucien closed his eyes. Az was on his feet in an instant and Cassian let out a strangled noise. “Lucien.” Feyre said softly. Lucien's body trembled. “I loved him.” he whispered. “Everyone I knew, my brothers, my father, my mother, even those who i had come to consider family in the farms of the autumn court, turned against me. And Tam took me in. Gave me a home. A responsibility. Friendship.” he swallowed, eyes still squeezed shut. “But he always demand obedience first, friendship second.” He sniffed. “And it hurt.” He cut off, blinking hard. “I was a lot like you, y'know.” He gestured to Cassian and Azriel. To Rhys. “At first. I teased him. Pushed him. And when hard choices came and I felt he made the wrong one,” Lucien stared at the ground. “I told him.” Lucien shifted, and Feyre could feel his tremors through his hand. She squeezed tighter. “He did not take it as well as you do.” He met Rhys eyes. Azriel removed Truth Teller from its sheath. Lucien shook. “Im going to kill him.” Cassian said, voice low. Something cracked and Feyre turned in surprise to her mate. A broken chair, snapped in half, lay at his feet. Cold, hard rage roiled in his eyes. Lucien shook harder. Feyre gave him a look, but Rhys couldn't rein it in. So cassian did. He pushed his anger aside in favor of comfort, and stepped closer. “Boyo,” he said quietly. Lucien inhaled sharply, unaware he had gotten so close. Cassian placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “We will never touch you.” he swore. “Never. Outside of training of course.” he added with a wink. Lucien managed a weak smile. “You are ours. You are not ever returning to that fucking prick again okay? Ours.” he pressed his forehead against Luciens. “And i swear to you, i swear.” he breathed vehemently. “We will not lay a harsh finger on you. Ever.” Lucien was shaking again, but this was deeper. Less fearful. Feyre released his hand and Cassian enveloped him, his wings splaying slightly as he cocooned them. Lucien broke, a sob ripping from his throat as he clutched at Cassian, sobbing into his shoulder. Cassian held him tighter, never faltering. A rock in this storm. The raw, broken sound, snapped something in Rhys and Az. Some of the anger dimmed from their eyes. Feyre could still see it, raging beneath their skin, but they pushed it aside for Lucien. Choosing to comfort him over gaining revenge for him. They approached slowly, letting their footsteps be heard, and az slowly placed a hand on Lucien's shoulder. The emissary sobbed harder. “I lay claim to you.” Rhys said quietly. “Lucien Vanserra. You belong to the Night Court now. You are a part of our Inner Circle now. You are mine.” a bit of High Lord laced the last few words. “And I swear an oath to you, that none in our Court will ever harm you the way he has. And we will do everything in our power to make sure you are never hurt that way again.” Light flashed, and Feyre glanced down at her forearm. Cassian, Rhys, and Az all did the same. Wrapped around her wrist, a single thin, fiery red tattoo now lay. The same color as Lucien's hair. 

#lucien vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #cassian #rhysand #feyre cursebreaker #feyre and lucien #i NEED more lucien and the inner circle #desperatley #sjm missed out #cassian and lucien #can you imagine the chaos that would rein with them #hes such a snarky smarmy lil bastard #i adore lucien so much #he and az would totally get on #and feyre and luciens relationship in book one was to die for #sjm let it suffer so much after that #she ignored red haired hotty who would die rather than betray his friend #hes such a good bean #i want him to be happy #i NEED him to be happy #acotar

[silverdreamscapes]

THE PLIABLE BONES THEORY AND WHY IT NEEDS TO DIE: A RANT

One day when this series is finished, we are going to do a deep dive into why a character who has largely kept to herself and remained in the background, receives the hate that she does. But first we need to talk about the “pliable bones” theory which is without a doubt, one of the worst theories to come out of ACOSF.

It amazes me that the very people who say that people can’t theorize about Gw*n being a lightsinger because it’s demeaning to SA survivors (even though lightsingers aren’t even a thing that exist in the real world) are the very people who do (or have in the past) support the theory that because Elain wouldn’t be able to give Azriel biological children, they can’t be together.

The majority of Elriels who posted about the lightsinger theory took great care in not painting Gwyn as a villain. Most went out of their way to make sure people knew they believed that lightsingers were misunderstood, that we don’t know enough about them, that Gwyn and lightsingers aren’t evil. But we took textual evidence (of which there was a lot) and made carefully crafted theories…and then were ridiculed (and sometimes harassed) for it. Meanwhile people took one throw away line about Gw*n’s pliant bones which was an explanation for why she did well during training and Feyre’s pregnancy, and extrapolated an entire theory that because Gw*n could give him biological children (news flash: gw*n isn’t Illyrian either) and Elain supposedly can’t then Gwynriel was endgame.

And I bring this up only because the pliant bones theory is is far more prevalent and accepted. I see comments and posts almost daily about. I saw a meme about Nesta not changing Elain’s womb get hundreds of likes in two separate groups on FB. People laughing about Nesta not changing elain’s body because she was a Gwynriel. Saying, that’s “why they shipped Gwynriel…because she can’t give him children”. People straight up telling me that the memes were a joke, but then saying in the next sentence “Sarah likes to give couples happy endings which include children and Elain didn’t have an Illyrian uterus” (that is almost verbatim what they said). As if the reason Elain should be with Lucien is because her uterus somehow matches up with him.

Infertility is a problem that many women and many couples suffer from. It’s horrific, it’s traumatizing, and it’s utterly heartbreaking. I witnessed my aunt struggle for years trying to conceive until the day she decided to adopt two wonderful children. I watched my sister in law struggle for years until she finally conceived and suffered a very difficult pregnancy and decided this was the only child she would ever have and she was so very grateful for him and considered it a blessing. I talked for hours to my cousin as she struggled to get pregnant and spending thousands on IVF that never worked out, and then ultimately making the decision to adopt.

And the most difficult I’ve done is cried and held my two best friends’ hands as they both suffered through multiple miscarriages, only to finally get pregnant again and suffer still born pregnancies at 8 months after trying to conceive for years. Both of them having to go through couple’s therapy. One of them terrified her husband was going to leave her because she couldn’t “give” him children, and the other wondering if she was being punished for mistakes she made when she was younger.

The pain people go through because of infertility is intense and heartbreaking. And it’s something that affects so many people. And I only bring it up because the pliable bones theory is such a prevalent and widespread theory. I actually saw posts and comments about it on other SM platforms on Mother’s Day. I see it everywhere. And I have to wonder why people are so comfortable basing ships on womb shape and reducing a woman’s worth to biological children when the author herself is adopted. When she has made “found” families such a huge theme of the series. When Rhys said it’s not the family you’re born into that matters but the one you make. When Rhys found his family with Azriel and Cassian. When Lucien has found a place and perhaps a family with the Band of Exiles. When Feyre found her family with the IC. When Nesta found family with the the valkyries. When Elain has been befriending N&C and perhaps finding a family of her own as well. I highly doubt that this author would really base a couple and families and endgames on reproductive organs.

Do better fandom.

#the pliable bones theory needs to burn in the fiery pits of hell #elriel #Azriel #Elain archeron #it’s 2022 #how is this even a theory

[nikethestatue]

Hello! I'm new here and I'm not sure if I'll be active. I just went here to ask something. I felt like I'm reading the whole series wrong or I missed something but I am sure of what I read. After finishing acosf, I was sure Elain will have the next book. I have a hint that her story will contain breaking of a mating bond, a choice, and her seer power and another unknown. I was excited how she and Az would face Koschei but at the same time I think Vassa will be the one to kill him. That was my whole thought. And truth be told, I am excited for Elain and Azriel. I went to fb and tiktok and also started looking for fanarts. Now, I appreciate crackships, but I was still surprised to see Gwyn and Azriel. I thought I missed something, and someone told me to read the extra chapter,but it only confirmed Elain and Azriel for me? And tho I think the scene with Gwyn and Az are there, it only reminds me of Cassian and Emerie. Nothing more. Someone also told me to read their theories, I did because I was so confused. How did it happen that a crackship, which is okay, became like a "true" ship?

I read Gwyn's heritage theory, her mating bond with Azriel, Elain's pliant bone, light and dark, and everything but I noticed one thing. Gwyn's a side character that was given too much importance by the fandom. It's okay but most of who she is is not who the fandom paint her to be. It didn't make any sense for me but I still tried to understand it since they said sjm confirmed Gwynriel. As far as I know, Gwyn was written to be Nesta's friend, her story was already told, and she somehow have this power I can't point yet but not really important for the whole acotar series plot? But somehow the whole acotar world revolve around her.

And it saddened me to see Elain haters. Like everywhere. They want her to be evil or get killed or raped or something. It kinda disappoint me that they see her as a boring one who do nothing. She's not my favorite, she's not even in my top five favorite but I think she's getting this massive kind of hate because Azriel has feelings for her while she's mated with Lucien. This is supposed to be an interesting plot but the fandom thinks it is too ugly. I also noticed the way everyone hated Azriel "lusting" over Elain, which I disagree since we see how he cares for her from Acomaf to acosf and the extra chapter just proved their feelings are mutual. They paint Az as someone who barely controls himself and would fuck Elain anytime he want, which is not true, but still ships him with Gwyn who is not ready to be with a man in the books? And don't get me wrong, but I thought Gwyn is a like a teenager or a child?

I think acotar fandom are so obsessed with the ships that they will ignore everything and ship Azriel with the first person who breathes the same air as him except Elain. I am more baffled to see Tamlin fans and shipping him with Elain, because, isn't he abusive? And I see people comparing Rhys and Tamlin. Haha I am still new but I am over acotar fandom already. I don't think I will last long here. I'm sorry to say but acotar fandom by far is one of the most toxic I've seen again after so many years. The series is good, not great but good, and the fans are too misogynistic and hateful and pro abusers. I've been told by a friend the fandom wasn't like this before Acosf but I guess I'm too unlucky not to witness it.

I reached to you because I saw you got reblogged by one of Gwynriel and I'm still like one week new in acotar fandom but honestly I am so relieved to see your blog. And also other Elriels. It felt like I wasn't alone and people see Elain's true capabilities and choices. I read the series correctly. So sorry for the long rant. Thank you!

Oh Anon,

I totally understand everything you've said. And I get it. Nothing you've said is incorrect and no, you DO read the books 'correctly'!!

You are clear and concise, but people in this fandom are so lost, so utterly confused, can't tell the difference between fanart/canon/and headcanons. There is no critical thinking--just nonsense from TikTok or Reddit. Like the other day, there was a huge post on Reddit 'proving' that Elain and Tamlin will end up together. And like--just 3 weeks ago, the author herself yet AGAIN said that Tamlin is an abuser. So how can you reason with people like that? There isn't a way to argue or have a logical conversation.

Canon's been lost a long, long time ago in a sea of (non)'theories', loud TikTokers and artists who add fuel to the fire to keep interest on them.

At the end of the day, nothing surprising or unexpected will happen. Elain and Azriel will be the couple. Elain will get her book. There will be bond related issues that they'll have to overcome. Lucien will end up with Vassa. And Gwyn will remain a character in the background for the duration of the series.

That's all there is to it. SJM will write an Elain book, just like she planned for years, and Elain will end up with Azriel.

And no one will care, in the end. Some will seethe and be all mad, but then it will pass and no one will remember the Gwynriel / Elriel shipwars.

[countrymusiclover]

58 - Message For The Sire

Part 59

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

It had been some time since we had visited my uncle Joshua where I threatened to release what he feared. Our daughters have been beginning to grow on their powers since they helped us defeat Dahlia. Walking into Nik’s studio he smiled seeing me entering the room. “I was hoping you’d come up here, Rae. I finally have finished a certain piece closer to my heart than any of the rest.”

“Oh I see. Now you’ve piqued my interest.” I clicked my tongue, not sure which one he was talking about. I had seen most of his work including the ones he painted in actual blood of his enemies.

He offered me his hand leading me in front of the one piece that was covered by a white sheet. “I once gave you a present for your brother but now this is someone more ravishing in my eyes.”

He pulled back the sheet where I gasped scanning my eyes over the canvas seeing that it was a portrait of me. It was where I was sitting on top of the clock tower in Mystic Falls. My hair was falling everywhere over my shoulders and I was looking out towards the city. “Oh Nik, I love it. So that’s why you wouldn’t let me see that drawing in your sketchbook way back when.”

“Yes my dear girl. Although I don't think that my vision of you stops here.” He gently put a hand on my cheek and I leaned into his palm. “You are my muse after all.”

Smiling at him I took his freehand in mine. “Maybe later I can inspire a more intimate piece….now we have an art show to get ready for don’t we?”

“Indeed we do, my heart.” He twirls me underneath his arm until I release my hand from his. “Put on that red wine dress I got you for New Years.” Slipping on my cowgirl boots and the red dress I knew tonight would be a simple evening for us. A night for him to show off his art. The dress was short and only went down to part of my thighs. I left my hair loose and wore Jacob’s necklace along with it.

Entering one of the side empty rooms with one of his paintings I raised a glass of wine to my mouth. "Aren't you a tall drink of water."

"Show yourself or I'll blow your brains out!" Turning my body in the direction of the voice. I couldn't hear a heartbeat or smell blood on whoever it was who had just said something to me.

The figure finally entered the room where I saw a man I didn't recognize. He had dark eyes and had a slight accent I couldn't place. "I come in peace, darling. So may I ask who you are?"

"Raelyn Lane - sorry correction Mikaelson." Holding my left hand up I showed him the ring, still giddy over being married to Klaus Mikaelson.

The guy extended his hand smirking. "Awe such a pity you are taken because I would much rather have taken someone like you into my bed or for some desert later."

"Oh my…Sorry Mr. But I am already with the love of my life." I drew my hand back, dropping my gaze to the ground for a moment.

The stranger instead raised his hand tucking hair behind my ear. "I am just utterly surprised that Klaus Mikaelson caught someone like you into his bed.”

Nik's threatening tone entered the room shortly after where he yanked the vampire back by his shirt. "Lucien...I suggest you remove your hand from my wife before I rip out your throat!"

"Nik, it's okay. He didn't hurt me. Who is he exactly?" I questioned seeing that he wasn't happy about us being close.

He moved his hand down to grasp mine in his. He gestured his other hand upward introducing the two of us. “He is one of my first ever turned vampires. Raelyn, this is Lucien Castle. Lucien, this is my darling wife Raelyn.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am disappointed to not have received an invitation to your wedding though, old friend.” He nodded his head towards his sire.

Squeezing my hand in his while twirling my wedding ring with his thumb he asked one of his vampires. “What are you doing in our city?”

Lucien walked closer to my husband. "News has spread, old friend. Every vampire in the world knows you've been attacked, a number of times nearly killed."

Klaus didn't need to look my way knowing that I was worried even though he wasn't. "Oh. Well, I can assure you that all those who stood against me ended up either desiccated, dust, or dinner."

Lucien declared, making me think of Stefan, Damon and Caroline. "Yes, but what if it had gone the other way, hmm? When Finn was killed, we all learned the truth... The life of every vampire is linked back to the original who begat the line. Kol's death confirmed it. Two entire lines of vampires wiped out. As you can imagine, the treat of it doesn't sit well with those of us that remain."

My husband raised his drink to his lips, taking a drink before sending him a straight face. "Anyone fearing death as a result of my demise should come see me. I'll be happy to reassure them."

"Of course. Heh. You and your siblings are mighty indeed, yet the attacks on you do show that you are not completely invulnerable. While you've wallowed in your family affairs, your progeny have grown somewhat restless. The world is a finite place, territory limited, and even ancient vampires are not above vicious turf wars. What if I told you there's a growing conflict between the remaining 3 sire lines? Suppose one of them wanted to annihilate the other by killing Elijah, Rebekah, you?" Lucien raised his gaze upward since he wasn't as tall as our great sire.

He asked him where I gripped the wine glass in my fingers. "So, you came all this way to deliver a warning?"

Lucien shook his head when I sat my glass down, beginning to run my fingers through my hair knowing if anyone came after him I would die too. "Think about it. kill an original, wipe out an entire line of competition. A tempting goal, made more so by the fact that your family is divided and thus weaker than you have ever been."

Nik growled in his face. "My family is hardly weak. In fact, we are unkillable. The last of the white oak is gone."

Lucien moved his gaze over to me trying to persuade him into seeing the problem. "Are you so certain it's all gone, every last splinter of it banished for good….would you take the chance of losing your darling wife?"

Klaus glanced over his shoulder to me then he grabbed him by his shoulder getting in his face. "Lucien, if you had even the slightest inkling any fragment of white oak still existed, of course you would tell me."

"Easy, Nik. You are my sire. My fate is linked to yours. If you want to know what I do about the dangers you now face, trust me enough to come with me. There is something that you must see." Lucien warned him by taking us out of the art gallery and to an apartment I had never been inside before.

Once we were inside I could see a room full of vampires feeding on humans without a care. Shaking my head I fought against wanting to drain half the room dry. Instead I followed after the boys. Lucien led us into a room inside his house where I saw a woman with dark skin and curly black hair. "Alexis is no back alley palm reader. She's an expert cipher of patterns, trends, cycles. She's extraordinary on the stock market and never fails to guess the winner of "the bachelorette."

I felt uneasy where my fangs began coming forth when she placed her hand on his chest where his shirt wasn't covering. So she was touching his bare chest. "Touch forward, isn't she?"

"Motus-" Nik took my hand in his before I could launch the girl across the room.

He whispered in my ear trying to calm me down. "Easy love…I do oh so love this possessive side though."

Alexis tilted her head shifting her gaze over to me seeing I was angry. "I've heard so much about you, the famous hybrid. Your ancient heart beats strong indeed for someone in such danger."

Klaus snarled in her face. "If you have a warning to deliver, luv, best get on with it, especially before my wife here tries to melt your brain."

"By all means, but if you want the most from the experience, I suggest you feed on me. As you do, I'll allow you into my mind." Alexis moved her hair to the other side. "You can see for yourself."

Lucien waved Klaus and I over to the girl where he bites into her right wrist. Nik goes for the vein in her neck and I went for her other wrist. "Come on. How long has it been since we shared a real drink?...You're girl can join in too."

Alexis' voice could be heard in my mind as I drank her blood down my throat. “Drink deep, but beware. What you broke is past repair. All your oaths you betray. Your sacred vows you sever, and now you see that nothing lasts for always and forever. 3 yet remain, 2 already crossed, yet in one year's time, you'll all be lost. As your family is undone, you will seed the beast that is to come.”

Retracting my fangs from her neck I gasped stumbling away from him glancing at Nik when he growled in her face. “Ohh! Do you think you can fool me with bad poetry and parlor tricks?”

Alexis said back to him. “My visions conjure from you. The threat you face will be more clear the longer I'm in your presence. kill me, you'll never see what's coming.”

Lucien kissed her wrist before she left us alone. “I told you. Something is coming. You'll need me.”

“Aah! I am Klaus Mikaelson! I don't need anyone, nor will I be warned by lesser men! I am the thing lesser men fear!” Klaus suddenly throws him against the wall shouting towards his first vampire.

Lucien moved around him, throwing his hands around. “Then act like it... Ha ha... Instead of doting on your pretty heretic wife and pouting about your family's disapproval. Yes, you are Klaus Mikaelson! You are the most ruthless, wicked beast to ever live. I came here to remind you of that because, quite frankly, I've been worried that you've lost a step.”

He stepped towards him slowly. “I need no reminding of who I am. That truth has been clear to me for a thousand years.”

Lucien put a hand over his heart before he walked up to him trying to convince him otherwise. “And in those years, you've acquired countless enemies, and with the sire lines at war, you now have mine, as well. Anyone who would kill me could now come after you, and since I have so many rivals and because I do not want to die, I beg you let me help you. From now on, I am the only one you can trust.”

Nik licked his lips taking my hand in his vamping us out of the room "I don't trust anyone…come on Raelyn let's go." While we walked through the streets in the middle of the night neither of us knew that someone was watching us from above.

A woman with red hair was holding the sketch of me from Nik's book in her hands before she crumbled it up into pieces screaming. "I was supposed to be the only one for him!"

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#gemini runaway #klaus mikaelson x reader fanfiction #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson fic #klaus mikaelson x you #klaus mikaelson x y/n #klaus mikaelson x witch reader #klaus mikaelson x heretic reader #siphon witch #tvd siphon #tvd heretic #joseph morgan #oc : raelyn lane #indiana evans #lucien castle #the originals #tvd #tvd fic #tvd klaus #tvd fandom #tvd fanfiction #tvd x reader #tvdu #tvd universe #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #klaus mikaelson x reader #comments really appreciated #aurora de martel #klaus mikaelson

[ladydeath-22]

Nessian Daughter HC

As we collectively agreed as a fandom, Cassian is a girl dad so it makes sense the Mother blesses them with a girl. 

Here are some of my head cannons :) 

~ Her name is Bellatrix (female warrior, plus a star name perfect for the Night Court)

~ Close friends and family call her Bella

~ She also has the silver flame and can control the Dead Troves like her mother (although no one lets near them, let alone touch them in fear it might harm her)

~ Was taught to fly by all three bat boys and has races with them (and of course she wins)

~ spoiled by her daddy (and uncles)

~ Her and Nyx have a sibling relationship versus cousin

~ Her and Nyx pull pranks on the IC which results in prank wars between the two

~ She blew up a building in Day Court when visiting her Aunt Elain and Uncle Lucien (shhhhh she blamed it on Nyx) 

~ Poor Nyx spent the entire summer trying to clean up the mess, but she felt bad and went to help him, which resulted in prank wars between the Day Court and the Night. 

~ Much to Nesta’s horror Rhys is her favorite uncle by a small amount (Don’t tell Az)

~ and Rhys loves to throw it in Nesta’s face, (ex: gifts he gives Nesta says ‘From Bella’s favorite Uncle)

~ Whenever she needs good advice, she can always rely on Uncle Az

~ Her and Aunt Feyre do Archery together (Feyre buying her the best bows to shoot at the targets) 

~ Aunt Feyre tried to teach her how to paint, but it mostly gets spilled everywhere else except the canvas 

~ Tried gardening with Aunt Elain but that wasn’t her thing, so much to Auntie Elain’s dismay she too joined the Valkyrie training

~ Trains with her Uncle Az, and Dad plus her Aunts Emerie and Gwyn to become a Valkyrie 

~ Helps Gwyn in the library and became close friends with the other Priestesses (especially Clotho)

~ Also helps Emerie in Windhaven, kicking anyones ass who says one mean thing to Emerie about her being a woman or her wings 

~ Everyone was there when she cut the ribbon to become a Valkyrie (the IC, Valkyries and the priestesses)

~ Once the ribbon was cut, Cassian screamed and cried the loudest cause he was so happy 

here a few,  please add on! :D 

#nesta #nesta archeron #nesta supremacy #cassian #nessain #feyre #feyre archeron #rhysand #azriel #elain #elain archeron #acotar #nessian supremacy #fluff #valkyrie #gwyn #emerie

[drluciengaudet]

Continued from here

Merek was one of the very few with a way of slowing down Lucien’s mind and it still hadn’t fully rebooted. It took him so long to figure out if the chief of staff was mocking him or serious. He was like Kaden in ways and so different in others. Of course the Frenchman was immediately frowning. He understood the concept of a pick up line, but the idea was idiotic to him. Painting an unrealistic scenario to force conversation. It suited Merek’s personality who was both unrealistic and annoying. He was about to remind the other of that fact when he was complimented by the psionic. Flattery would get Merek everywhere, his appearance only added that flattery. Lucien blushed slightly never actually hating when Merek noticed and so easily said aloud the things he wanted to hear. The Frenchman didn’t even step back when the younger came into his space, only raising a brow at the bold touch so focused on that it took a few moments for him to really hear what Merek had insinuated. That subtle heat was replaced by a flash of it before he could catch himself. Never as good of a poker face as he needed. “As if I would wear such a thing for any at the castle.” He huffed. Though purple was not his color of choice. Lucien fond of black and white if he was dressing for himself. “And who did you dress up for?” He asked with an accusatory tone. 

@merekhopper

#merekhopper #Krovs halloween 2022

[heavenline]

Okay just brainstorming ACOTAR over here. If the characters had cars, what types would they have?

**************

Rhys: all black suv with tinted windows

Cassian: bright red truck

Azriel: black and dark blue bullet bike

Feyre: silver minivan with a car seat for Nyx and a storage box in the back for all her painting supplies

Nesta: all black 2 door Mercedes

Elain: a light pink open door Jeep that always has dirt on its rims. She doesn’t mind though.

Gwyn: a light blue Subaru Outback

Emerie: a 20 year old green Toyota Corolla that is always breaking down (cause of her wings, get it?). She usually has to get rides from her friends everywhere.

Morrigan: a sparkly red sports car convertible

Amren: she can’t be bothered to own a car. She just gets the most expensive Uber available.

Lucien: either a motorcycle or a Jeep convertible - forest green of course.

The end.

#acotar #sjm fandom #sjmaas #sjm

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

139

Friday it’s sunny and J’s piece about me is live, a few minutes later M texts to tell me he’s changed his HBO password. I shake and then nod my head a la Alonzo Mourning’s famed gif. Contrary to popular belief I don’t actually get off on burning bridges - each time I do it gnaws a little at my stomach wall. I read the second half of the piece walking with K who is glowing with a job-well-done. Once again we find ourselves at Lucien, K is like a homing pigeon. I am dazed and shouldering a compliment hangover, my head feels large in both the figurative and literal (water retention) senses. I believe I slept face down. The yawning gap between now and any other projects nags at me. I see a woman with a BBL carry celery and pita chips, a man wearing a t-shirt inscribed with the question “WHO ARE THE CHILD TRAFFICKERS?“, another, younger man playing air piano as he walks with headphones on. I remember I fell asleep to Kylie Jenner detailing what she eats in a day on YouTube. “I struggle with night feasting”, she says without moving her face, “so I keep a sliced apple by my bed while I sleep and lock myself in my bedroom” G asks if I’d like to eat lunch but instead I go and find C to eat her homemade bread. Her cats try to climb into my bag and angle their asses upwards because they enjoy being spanked. C is in the throes of monogamy / cohabitation problems and I have little to offer that isn’t “just be alone” or “you’re becoming his mother”. The situation is delicate since his underwear is on the floor near our feet as we hash it out. It’s further complicated by the stark difference between a broke 24 year old man and a rich 32 year old woman. What can a man offer in return for being bankrolled? When does generosity become resentment? Who pays the bills? These are romantic questions I am dragged to Zwirner for a block party on an uneven road, and we see David Zwirner himself crowdsurfed and launched through a painting with a hole in it. I don’t understand what is happening, and it’s not just because I’m ravenous. I demand to eat at a diner, eventually becoming another child to C. I skirt around the corner to L’s gallery, flanked by several artist friends, but still afraid of meeting the man himself. I attempt to sneak in to see the Urs Fischer show, and S - a retired Brazilian yo-yo champion - who engineered all of the graphics and who used to eat with me at Souen every time I was in town. L is sat at the desk like a gallery girl and I turn my whole body to leave, then turn again to continue. We lock eyes and he creakily gets up and leaves his chair, disappears Eventually we eat average Italian food and I decide halfway through the pasta course it’s time to leave New York. I feel immense safety and relief when G says he’ll handle it, puts me on a Saturday flight. I can’t think about how much it costs to do this, because quantifying that kind of thing only makes me feel guilty. I am ready to leave. This might be the first trip to New York I didn’t find myself scrolling real estate listings, fantasising about moving here. The city is exhausting. Earlier we saw a man in a wheelchair tipped backwards to sunbathe in Washington square park, a couple spooning explicitly in clear view of all visitors, desperate pleas for money from homeless amputees. It stinks of weed almost everywhere, as though the entire island is my art school dorm. There is no violence, just sadness and people searching for Doritos. I get a car home after dinner with C’s younger sister, hanging in the air are the numerous shows and projects she’s asked me to be in and my saying no to all. It’s one of those car rides where talking about her abortion is the easier topic. I eat 3 apples at the loft and look to order some junk food but am overwhelmed by choice, phrases like “bad bitch keto enchiladas” upset me, and I remember the queen is dead and I’m abroad. Wouldn’t have happened on my watch…

[petalproufaerie]

4. What does your room smell like?

Probably soil, paint and laundry powder from fresh bedsheets

#we have a lot of plants #and Lucien gets paint everywhere #thanks anon #anon ask #inbox #asks 2021 #ask list #obscure ask

[separatist-apologist]

acotar characters at the beach? who’s building sandcastles, who’s caught in a rip tide, who’s burnt half to death, who hates sand?????

17. Amren- Refused to go.

16. Azriel- trapped under an umbrella, wearing ALL BLACK, scowling. He hates sand. It's course and rough and irritating...and it gets EVERYWHERE. He's posting a tweet as we speak about winter being the best season.

15. Rhysand- lost his designer sunglasses in the ocean within the first five minutes. Demands everyone stop what they're doing to look. "RHYSAND THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING" yells Nesta from her beach chair. He never finds them, joins Azriel beneath the umbrella.

14. Gwyn- TOO PALE. Sunscreen every thirty minutes or the worst sunburn you've ever seen in your life. Only came to read, wore a long maxi dress. Cannot be cajoled to get in the water. Complains about the heat the whole time.

13. Eris- Puts one toe in the water, SCREAMS something touched him, and joins Gwyn/Azriel/Rhysand under the umbrella. Also lathering himself in a thick layer of sunscreen every half an hour. Lower on the list only because he brought alcohol and spends the rest of the day shaking up margaritas and slowly getting everyone very, very drunk. When called out, declared ice has water in it, therefore he is doing everyone a favor.

12. Elain- brought a very cute flamingo floaty to lounge on, immediately is dragged out to sea. Doesn't realize it until friends on the beach are little dots in the distance and has to be rescued by the coast guard. Is a good sport about it, and afterwards agrees to lounge in the shallows, carefully watched by the others. Great tan. Very drunk at the end of the day, pukes in the water and sobs she's ruined the fishes home.

11. Emerie- Came to sun tan and sun tan only. SPF 15, proudly declares she doesn't burn. She doesn't, which is an affront to Eris (and God). Literally stunning- WHY ISNT SHE SWEATING? Sticks out leg to trip Cassian when he runs by, and vaults a beach ball so far down the beach it is only ever seen in their dreams.

10. Feyre- too much time spent cajoling Rhys to come out of umbrella. Does shots with Mor before deciding to get into water. Caught in a riptide, also has to be rescued by coastguard. Spends rest of day with Mor, doing shots and dancing until she passes out in a chair.

9. Jurian- Can't swim, thinks it'll be fine as water is only knee deep. Panics IMMEDIATELY. Gets drunk later on and wades back into the water to fight it personally.

8. Lucien- bronzed and handsome and utterly unable to stand in the waves. Immediately toppled to the ground when a mild wave catches him about the ankles. Has to be rescued by a gasping with laughter Cassian. Spends the rest of the day helping Cassian dig out a sand castle, hoping to rival that of Tarquin. Also gets too drunk and dehydrated but instead of crying, he merely takes a three hour nap face down in sand while Nesta uses sunscreen to paint dirty words against his back.

7. Tamlin- Brought a guitar and built a fire despite ABSURD heat. Wants to sing Wonderwall. Everyone but Rhysand protests, only because Rhys is so drunk he decides to sing the harmony. Someone "Accidentally" breaks guitar and Tamlin leaves early. Only person to remain sober.

6. Nesta- also suntanning with Emerie. Immaculate make up that does not budge. Reading filthiest beach read with a book cover that makes it clear this is a reverse harem. The only person aware of what Eris is up to, passes out water to her sisters and her mates. Everyone else forced to suffer.

5. Mor- Set up very cute cabana and thought to bring a stereo. Only person enthusiastic about judging sandcastle contest. Actually swims in ocean without being absurd though is stung by a jelly-fish for her trouble.

4. Cassian- KING OF SANDCASTLE. WATER? THERE WAS WATER? Comes in second place but still has a good time. Sand volleyball game at dusk, drinks his weight in tequila and is strapped to roof of the car in order to get home. No sunburn, only tanned God.

3. Helion- Third place sand castle but points for trying. Commandeers Elain's flamingo and lounges in the shallows all afternoon with Rhysand's sunglasses on his face. Convinces half of the group to take off swimsuits at night, doesn't mention the moon is bright enough everyone can see EVERYTHING.

2. Vassa- Loves sand. Buries herself up to her neck at one point, doesn't even mind when Jurian gives her massive sand boobs. Only person who thought to bring sand toys, spends half of morning throwing bright balls into the water for others to dive after.

1.Tarquin, lord of the sea. Shows off dolphin form and half my followers fall to their knees (I SAW YOUR TAGS ON THE MONSTER POST). NUMBER ONE SAND CASTLE, truly a work of art. Created it with no help. Swims like a God. Drinks like a fish. While everyone else goes home, he merely sleeps on the beach.

#loving all the tarquin appreciation lately #I FORGOT FEYRE WTF #anyway this list is correct like always #it is hard being the only correct person in the fandom #my curse to bear

[chaoticpizzalawyerbiscuit]

Jealousy

Hey hey hey!!!

How are y'all doing? Here's another one, hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it!! Just a heads up, this is filthy, long, intense... but it gets a little cute at the very end ;)

Thank you @wickedazriel​ for this request! IT IS AWESOME!!!

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• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! cursing, sex... this is a hatefuck one

∞ I see red - Everybody loves an outlaw

Author’s P.O.V.

Y/N was sick and tired of that bullshit. Ever since Elain arrived in Velaris to visit her sisters, Feyre and Nesta, Az was with her. They went to shops, restaurants and pretty much everywhere else. All the damn time.

To worsen it, this last month was rough on their relationship. Loads of work, constant arguments and sleeping on different beds was their new routine, and honestly, Y/N was so done with it. She tried time after time to get him to open up and share what left him so disturbed, like he had other times, but it was in vain. He became more distant, and was currently avoiding her. 

Tonight, she wanted a change. She missed her mate, and just wished it was over. Determined to go talk to Azriel, she headed to Feyre’s house, knowing that he would be there. 

As she walked the streets of the city, the sun was setting and an ocean breeze stirred lightly. It reminded her of when they met, years ago, and their first kiss. Smiling, she remembered those sweet moments, of glimmering glances and tentative touches.

Eventually, she arrived at the house and started to look for Azriel, hoping that the Inner Circle’s meeting was done. Roaming through the corridors, she caught his scent. And Elain’s, she realized with an exasperated sigh. Following it led to the main living room, and she would never be prepared to witness what happened before her eyes. 

Elain and Azriel. 

Kissing.

“What’s going on?”

Azriel turned around, startled. Shit. Holy shit. This is the last thing he needed. Looking into his mate’s eyes, he was panicking. Elain had kissed him, caught him by surprise, hoping he had feelings for her. But he did not want her. Elain has a mate. Elain is not Y/N. 

“Y/N, wait. This is not what you think, just let —

Y/N's bitter laugh cut him off. Stepping closer, she glared at him. “It makes sense now. You acting distant and harsh, ignoring me all this time. How long has this happened.” Her cold voice tugged at his guts. “Actually, don’t answer me. You know, if you didn’t want me around anymore, you should’ve said it. But now it’s crystal clear.” She turned on her heels, and stormed out of the room.

Az moved, holding her wrist.

“Do not dare touch me.” Poison laced her voice, as she met his eyes at last. The anger there was enough to make him flinch, and he let go.

Desperate to get out of there, she stomped away from that place, hair whipping furiously. Tears came to her eyes, but she blinked them away. She had never been this angry, or heartbroken. Hungry for revenge, an idea came to her. Her smirk was devilish. She arrived home, put on his favorite dress, fixed her hair and painted her lips a bloodred tint. And like this, she went out seeking for the main part of the plan. Ace.

Now, Ace was a fae male who worked in the Rainbow. Handsome and with a talent for music, he was a charming male straight out of one of those smutty books Y/N owned. Azriel made sure she knew how much he hated the guy’s guts (with those green eyes and oh so perfect blond hair), even when she never had feelings for Ace.

With a killer look, she walked around Velaris and spotted tonight’s target. She reached him, asked if he wanted to have a drink and dance for a while, and he agreed without hesitance.

So they drank into the night, and he eventually invited her for a dance. She obliged, but as soon as the music started YN regretted it. It felt wrong, like it was missing something.  This wasn’t Az. And she hated herself for being so foolish, in believing that the pain would go away this easy. That his presence would just vanish from her heart, even when it was burned into her soul.

Walking home, she wanted the day to be done. Y/N barely remembered bidding goodbye to a very confused Ace, her mind still clouded with everything that happened. She never expected anything like that from Az, even after years of relationship and many problems faced together.

Y/N reached her apartment, opened the door and found Az waiting for her. Seeing him made her anger rise to the brim, and she wasn’t the only one that was mad.

“You were with Ace?” He seethed, standing up from the couch. His blood boiled at her scent mixed with his.

“Yes.” 

“Why?”

She stilled, drunk in jealousy. 

“Why?! Oh I wonder why. Maybe” walking towards him, pressing his back against a wall “it was because you were kissing dear sweet Elain in the middle of a fucking living room.” They stood closely now “Maybe it’s because I feel like a fucking idiot for falling in love.” Their breaths mingled, and Y/N’s gaze burned him. With anger, with panic, with… desire.

She glanced at his lips. The room was filled by their aroused scent. 

She pounced on him. His lips met her with unwavering hunger, devouring her, and she equaled him. A delightful heat started between her legs and clouded her mind, enhanced by his now roaming hands all over her. A moan left her lips, and she felt him grow hard against her stomach. She palmed him through his pants, and his hips jerked.

Grabbing her wrists, he pushed her against the opposite wall and pinned them above her head. She whined in protest, and pushed her body into his. He went crazy with desire, her dress made her look like a goddess. All he wanted was to put his scent over that male’s.

“Jump” He ordered.

She did, wrapping her legs around him, with his hands now supporting her, fingers digging on her ass.

The kisses now were more important than air itself, their lips greedy for each other. Taking them to the bedroom, the shadowsinger was going mad for her. Y/N was on her own path to insanity, as her hands struggled with the buttons of his shirt and her body begged for more attention. 

He set her down and their kissing halted, overtaken by the need to shed their clothes. Fast. Mere seconds later, the pieces of clothing were discarded on the floor and the frenzy returned.

His mouth was on her lips, her neck, her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, begging for attention as he wrapped his lips around one, licked, sucked and bit down. Her moans got out of control, thighs clenched together. Moving on to the other nipple, her hands (who had been wandering around his wings) suddenly gripped his throbbing cock, and surprised, he moaned into her chest as he thrust forward against her hand.

Her other hand grabbed his shoulder, and pushed him into the bed. He let himself fall into his back, and she got onto her knees. He will go crazy tonight, she thought, I’ll make him. 

The feeling of her mouth around him made him moan loudly. The view of her hand touching herself as she sucked him off almost made him cum. He gritted his teeth, and tried to hold it. But, with exceptional expertise, she teased him to the edge. And denied him right after. Twice.

Now, ready for more, Y/N stood up, straddled him, guided his shaft to her entrance… and lowered herself. Their moans sounded, and she started to move. Up and down at first, and then she ground into his cock. She pinned him to the bed, as he did with her against the wall.

Azriel lost any scrape of sanity after this. 

Y/N couldn’t control herself, and said

“Does she ride you like this? Do you fuck her like this?”

His eyes glittered with the challenge. Getting out her grip, he freed his arms, slid out of her and flipped them over. Then he flipped her, positioning her on all fours. Slid back in. Grabbed her hair. Pressed his fingers on her clit. And whispered on her ear 

“Does he make you feel this, Y/N?”

Her response was only a sequence of squeals and screams, pleasure crashing into her with violent waves. Their release was close, and the thrusting became faster, sloppier, desperate. Azriel thrust one last time, deep and strong, as pinched her nub, and she came around him. He followed her, getting squeezed by her muscles, tightly and uncontrollably. 

Their exhausted bodies lay entangled on each other, neither daring to move. Azriel slid out of her after a few minutes, and she whimpered softly. Still on the bed with her back to him, Y/N worked up the courage to ask.

“Az, what happened there?” 

He took a deep breath.

“Elain is having trouble with Lucien and their relationship, she talked to me a lot about it. There’s a lot of crap going on between them, and I advised her as a friend. Exclusively as someone who wants the best for her.” His mate remained in silence, and that quiet despair started to take over him once again.

“Y/N," he touched her exposed back gently, “turn around and talk to me. Please.”

A beat of silence went by. Two. On the third she moved, and their eyes met. His bared nothing but honesty and love.

“I love you, Y/N. My mate, my best friend, my everything. I truly did not expect a kiss from Elain, and I have no interest in another. I’m yours.”

And hers bared nothing but thankfulness and adoration.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Az. I believe you,” he let out a breath of relief at the words, “ and I’m sorry. I acted wrongly in going to Ace, in not hearing you and in dumping my insecurities on this.” 

“What went on between the two of you?”

“We had drinks, he asked me to dance. I said yes, and lasted for half a song. Because it wasn’t you.”

Azriel said nothing, and her heart broke a little more. 

"Can you forgive me?”, she asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

He looked into her eyes, and thanked the Mother for such a stunning, courageous and honest female in his life.

“Yes.” She smiled brightly at his reply, touching their foreheads. “Can you forgive me? For making you feel insecure and for staying so distant? I shouldn’t have shut you out”

“I can, Az. And please, let’s not do this again.”

“Oh absolutely, it was dreadful” the shadowsinger agreed, and leaned in to kiss her lips, the trouble now forgotten.

And so they kissed.

Once.

Twice.

Their hands started to–

Well, you know what happens next...

-From A.

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[otonymous]

Lemme See You Sweat: The Boys’ Favourite Ways to Train (MLQC Headcanon)

In honour of my recent obsession with the Peloton app (and no, this is not a sponsored post LOL), I thought this would be an apt time to explore a question of tremendous importance: how do the boys of Mr Love: Queen’s Choice keep their hot bods continually smokin’? 🔥

Keep reading to find out!

Warnings: explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised.

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Victor:

Y’all already know this man is dedicated to his health: he preps his own food and hits the sack early so he can wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to pound the pavement on his morning jogs

Loves to remind you that not getting enough sleep leads to inflammation and premature aging in addition to giant eye bags in various shades of plum

Remember his Breathless karma? Yes. That one.

Victor has clearly established his prowess in the pool. Don’t mess with him and the drops of chlorinated water running down his insanely defined pecs or he’ll Michael Phelps you the f*ck outta there

The LFG CEO mixes his bouts of cardio with a weight-training regimen (try not to salivate too much when those dri-fit shorts slide up to reveal the muscular definition of his thighs and ass during those squats)

The best part of working out with Victor (besides the fact that you have full access to his private facilities)? Heating things up even further together in the sauna afterwards for an extended workout session 😉

Lucien:

Listen, this man is busy being a genius and has very little time for anything else

So you best believe the professor makes every second count by engaging in that High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT). TABATA, HERE HE COMES!

Just watching him go all out on those Burpees, Mountain Climbers, Jump Squats, Lateral Slides, Lunges and Push-ups is making you work up a sweat (though you’re just watching him from the sidelines sipping on your bubble tea)

…and yet, he makes it all seem so easy

Don’t let Lord Luci fool you: beneath that shapeless lab coat, sleek, powerful muscles lie in wait. The man is agile and strong AF — you’ll feel like you’ve caught sight of a panther in the wild, all the muscles of his body tensing with each powerful burst of movement

When he’s not slaying those HIIT work-outs, Lucien enjoys hitting up the archery range, incinerating the panties (and a few pairs of boxer briefs) of anyone who happens to lay eyes on him. Case in point:

(Hammer Lucien don't hurt 'em! LOL)

Gavin:

You don’t need me to tell you that Gavin goes full out beast mode and trains 24/7.

As a Special Task Force agent, the man’s life (and those around him) is literally dependent on the fitness of his body, so when it comes to working out, Birdcop ain’t messing around

Think of every movie training montage you’ve ever seen: Ninja Assassin, Rocky, that scene of Ben Affleck in Batman v Superman, etc. Yup, that’s just a normal day for Gavin

Let’s not forget that hand-to-hand combat. Gavin is especially proficient at boxing, Muay Thai and Taekwondo (Momma said knock you out!!)

Boy’s got that suspension trainer set up at home so he can fit in those last minute sessions before his missions

Little known fact: Gavin was a b-boy back in the day and still breaks with his old crew every now and then. His signature move: The Windmill (how fitting LOL)

Kiro:

As a celebrity, Kiro has to adhere to a very strict diet and exercise regimen (Savin has his hands full with this)

On top of his usual cardio and weight-training sessions, Kiro has hours upon hours of dance rehearsals (that hardcore Kpop-esque choreography ain’t no joke)

In reality though, parkour and freerunning is this man’s jam — he’s got the strength, agility, flexibility and grace to make it all look so fluid and easy

Kiro also loves a good barre workout. Nothing gets his thighs shaking quite like working individual muscles to the point of exhaustion

In all honesty, this man works hard for his lean, muscular bod. He deserves a damn bag of chips every now and then. 80/20 rule man.

Shaw:

Blessed with youth, Shaw’s naturally fast metabolism helps him keep that lean physique (ahem, do you see all the Pepsi-Coke mixtures he consumes?!)

He doesn’t really work out, per se; keeps active by booking it everywhere on his skateboard, lifting those cans of spray paint and rocking out onstage with his bass guitar

The boy is definitely proficient in Parkour though (comes in handy when he’s running away from the authorities)

Little known fact: Shaw is also an excellent breakdancer. May have clashed with Gavin from time to time on the dance floor when their crews battled each other, resulting in freak lightning and wind storms. His signature move: Halos.

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[cheri-translates]

Headcanon: A week without you

You plan to set out on a week-long trip with Anna, Kiki and Willow.

How do the guys react to the news and cope during your absence?

🌹VICTOR🌹

Before you leave

As the day of your long-awaited trip approaches, you can barely rein in your excitement

Meanwhile, Victor gets more and more grumpy

“Are you sure you should be going on a trip at this time?”

“Wouldn’t your company end up in shambles with half the staff gone?”

“Goldman informed me that your ticket is refundable.”

Despite his attempts to stop you from leaving his side for the trip, he also sees how much you’ve been looking forward to it

So he eventually relents, and even offers suggestions to include in your list of itinerary

Victor isn’t the type to show affection in public, so you’re surprised when he suddenly wraps his fingers around your wrist at the airport

He lifts it up gently, strapping a wine-coloured watch onto your wrist

It has an incredibly cute design - the face of the watch features an adorable white bunny, with its tiny paws pointing towards the time

“Whenever you look at it, you’ll know that I’m waiting for you to come home.”

(Meanwhile, Anna, Kiki and Willow are standing at the side and screaming internally)

During the trip

He understands how rare it is for you to have a proper break, so he doesn’t disturb you unnecessarily

In fact, you are the one who disturbs him at 3am when his phone gets flooded with photographs of your trip, each one accompanied with a notification chime

Luckily for you, he doesn’t mind it too much

He sighs while scrolling through the photos with a look of affection

“That dummy forgot about the time zone differences.”

Once you’re back

Brings you to Souvenir and whips up a FEAST

Ends the magnificent meal with a dessert you’ve never seen before

“I created it in the week you were gone. Let me know what you think.”

It’s a petite, cube-shaped cake layered with Chantilly cream and drizzled with chocolate, a rose petal resting on top of it

You bring the dessert fork to your mouth

It tastes sweet, but there’s also slight tinge of bitterness that gives it a certain mellow flavour

“I’ll give it an A+, as expected of the finest chef in Loveland City. Is this going to be a new item on Souvenir’s menu?”

“Yes.”

“What is it called?”

He pauses before answering.

“The Taste of Longing.”

You suddenly feel a little shy, and try to change the topic. You hand him the fork.

“H-have you tried it?”

He lets out a sigh, sets the fork aside, and pulls you into a deep, intoxicating kiss

After he draws back, he stares at your flustered expression and responds with the smug grin you missed so dearly over the past week

“I just did.”

🌻KIRO🌻

Before you leave

The day before the trip, he literally refuses to let you go

Especially after he realises he wouldn’t get to see you off at the airport in person due to a scheduled interview

So he has been latching onto your arm and following you everywhere

“I need to use the bathroom Kiro.”

“I’ll keep my eyes closed, I promise!”

As the dusk settles in and the hours left together dwindles, Kiro grows quieter

His head is resting on your lap as he stares at you intently, as though engraving your face into his memory

You try to cheer him up, tousling his golden blonde hair

“On the bright side, you’ll have the bed all to yourself!”

Kiro brightens up for split second before his expression returns to a pout

“It’s not fun when you’re not in it...”

During the trip

Tries to cope by stuffing himself with tidbits and ice-cream

Savin does not approve.

But snacks don’t taste as good when he doesn’t have you to share them with (or snatch them from)

Tries to cope by playing games past midnight

Savin does not approve.

But games aren’t as fun when he doesn’t hear your voice congratulating him for achieving a new high score

Tries to cope by drowning himself in work

Savin approves... but senses that something is off with Kiro

Savin spends more time with Kiro this week, even bringing him to his favourite hotpot place and treating him to extra desserts

Once you’re back

You decide to surprise Kiro in the studio after receiving a bunch of texts from a worried Savin

Kiro almost bursts into tears

He might not have Gavin’s Evol, but that doesn’t stop him from flying across the room to wrap you in a bear hug, almost tripping over his violin case in the process

After dinner, you’re both on the couch as he listens to you ramble on and on about how fun the trip was

Kiro interrupts you with a long, impatient kiss

After he pulls away, the both of you a little breathless, the cheeky glint in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed

“You want fun? I’ll show you just how much fun we can have together.”

🎐GAVIN🎐

Before you leave

Even though you’re used to spending long periods of time apart given the nature of his work, it never gets easier

“Maybe I could come along as a bodyguard?”

As tempted as you are at the prospect, you turn him down gently

It’s meant to be an all-girls trip after all

At the airport, Gavin goes into full-blown maternal mode:

“Remember to check the weather forecast every morning.”

“Yes Officer Gavin.”

“Remember to apply sunscreen before going outdoors.”

“Yes Officer Gavin.”

“Remember to sleep early.”

“Yes Officer Gavin.”

He sighs and encases you in a long hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“And remember... to think of me often.”

You almost tear up in response to the sheer sadness in his voice

“That’s not something I need to remember. It happens naturally.”

During the trip

He’s not used to returning to a quiet, lifeless house

Sends you little updates about his day

[Text from Gavin:] Saw the stars on my way home tonight. Even though you’re halfway across the world, I feel as though I can sense you, just like how we can still see the faraway stars.

[Text from Gavin:] I saw a squirrel today. It’s cute. It reminded me of you.

[Text from Gavin:] Hung out with Minor today. He told me how lonely he feels in the office these days without you girls around. Seems like we finally found something in common. I miss you.

Purchases a succulent and places it beside Thorny because he doesn’t want it to feel lonely

He names it Mrs Thorny

Once you’re back

Arrives at the airport at least an hour early to wait for you

Sends Anna, Kiki and Willow home by car as a gesture of gratitude for taking care of you over the past week

“He’s a keeper,” whispers Anna.

Helps you unpack while you take a bath

Chances upon the overtly sensual lingerie you bought during the trip (thanks to Kiki’s persuasive skills)

You happen to step out of the bathroom at this very moment, watching as Gavin lifts the dark blue lace from the luggage

The blood drains from your face as you scramble to snatch it out of his hands

“Ahh! That’s meant for your birthday!”

Poor Birdcop is still reeling from shock

So he responds with whatever comes to mind

“For me? But I don’t wear lingerie.”

The both of you just stare at each other, processing this whole situation

It’s not long before every corner of the house gets filled with your laughters mingling together

Both your faces flushed from a mixture of embarrassment and laughter, you collapse into his embrace, soaking up his warmth...

...and you’re finally home.

⚡️SHAW⚡️

Before you leave

You kind of expected Shaw’s response when you told him about your plans...

“Sure, have fun.”

“You aren’t even going to pretend that you’d miss me?”

“Nah, it’s not like you’d be gone for a decade. Pretty sure I’ll survive.”

He does skip his morning class to send you off at the airport though

His heart suddenly feels the slightest bit heavier once you disappear from view with the girls in the departure hall

Shrugs it off and heads back to school

During the trip

While Shaw isn’t the clingy sort, he does get bored easily

Especially since his partner in crime isn’t around

Sends you pictures of the shark plushie in different poses

e.g. sitting upright on the dining chair

[Text from Shaw:] Sharkie says he misses you. Gave him a talk on how to be a big, independent boy.

e.g. leaning against a spray paint can

[Text from Shaw:] Sharkie tried spray-painting today but got a little bit of paint on himself. Do you know if he’s machine washable?

e.g. wearing one your hairbands

[Text from Shaw:] Sharkie rummaged through your wardrobe today. Doesn’t he look handsome?

Changes his phone’s lockscreen to a different picture of you every day

Of course, he selects photos that should never see the light of day - a picture of your mouth wide open in an unladylike manner as you prepare to bite into a hamburger, a picture of you almost falling off a skateboard, a picture of you sleeping with drool trailing from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets...

You really need to do a thorough cleansing of his photo gallery.

Since his usual source of entertainment is enjoying herself without him halfway across the globe, this is as close as he gets to having fun

Once you’re back

The moment you set down your luggage at home, he drags you to Live House

The intense strobe lights shroud the way Shaw gazes at you with a rare tenderness

Immersed in the loud music, you have no idea that clouds have gathered outside, followed by the gentle patter of rain

You almost miss Shaw’s words as his lips brush against your ear

“I missed you.”

🦋LUCIEN🦋 (I’m not kidding when I say I can’t write Lucien. For all of our sakes, this shall be the first and last time 😂)

Before you leave

Takes you to see the fireflies

Catches one and names it “Angst”

During your trip

Exists sadly

Attempts to make conversation with Angst

When you’re back

Exists happily

Sets Angst free since his favourite butterfly has returned to his side

#cheri tries to write

[mmvalentine]

Let Me Touch You Pt 8 | Feysand

High school AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9

Feyre had never been in detention before. She walked down the corridor behind Rhys, nervously chewing on her nails.

"It'll be fine," Rhys said. "You either sit there for an hour staring at the ceiling, or you do chores, depending on which teacher is running detention. Also," he paused at the door and looked at Feyre. "You did a pretty great thing for Mor, back there. Thank you."

Feyre shrugged. "Can't let you have all the fun," she said. Rhys flashed a feline grin. "Oh, but I'm pretty sure I still did," he said, and pushed the door open.

Feyre recognised the teacher from around school but didn't have him in any of her own classes. He just frowned at them, and Feyre followed Rhys' lead and wrote her name on the sign-in sheet. Then she sat down, and looked around her. There were two other kids in there, boys she knew were on the football team and barely knew she existed. Actually, she was pretty sure she saw the blonde one shove a kid in a locker.

"Feyre and Tamlin, you'll be restocking the supply closet," the teacher directed them, already bored. "Rhysand and Lucien, clean out the boys locker room." Rhys started to protest. "Sir, could we actually just switch-" "No switches, just get to work," the teacher said, not even looking up from his desk. "And if anyone comes and bothers me I'll triple your detention time."

The four students trudged out the door and headed down the hall. Feyre snuck a glance at Rhys, expecting to share an eye roll or look of sympathy. But he was talking to Tamlin.

"Hey, swap with me," he said. "What? No," Tamlin said. "I get to be in the closet with the pretty girl and you can muck out the locker room. Besides, teacher said no swaps." "Right," Rhys said. "Thing is, we're swapping. And if you want to go complain and get your time tripled, you can do that. Come on, Feyre." He flung his arm around Feyre's shoulders and walked the off toward the supply closet, leaving Tamlin glowering behind them.

Feyre elbowed him in the ribs once they were out of sight. "Hey," she said. "Maybe I wanted to be paired with the pretty jock." Rhys rolled his eyes. "That guy is a jerk and a bully. You really want to be in a small space with him?" Feyre shook her head. "No," she said. "Although if I recall correctly, things with you and me get real weird when left alone together." Rhys grinned and opened the door to the small janitor's room. "Oh I hope they do."

The door swung closed behind them, and Rhys flicked on the light. On one side of the room was a trolley full of sponges, paper towels and cleaning fluid bottles that needed to be stacked away on the shelves. With said trolley taking up floor space, there was barely any room left for Rhys and Feyre to move around.

Which made it all the more easy for the strange energy between them to fill up the entire confined space and slip slickly over their skin. Feyre's heart pounded in her ears, and like every time, she marvelled at the strength of it.

"It feels like this for you too, doesn't it?" she asked him, resisting the urge to put her hand in front of her face and look for visual clues. "Every time," Rhys murmured. He was leaning back against a shelf, and looking at her through hooded eyes.

"Should we... get stacking?" Feyre asked, mouth suddenly dry. She licked her lips, and watched Rhys' violet eyes track the movement. "Sure," Rhys said conversationally. "Or, we could talk about history class today. That was one hell of a kiss, Feyre." Feyre gave a brittle laugh. "Well, you know. Couldn't let Mor get in trouble again. Her dad would kill her." "The things we do for love," Rhys commented, and Feyre didn't quite feel able to answer. He looked at his nails.

"So that was the only reason, then?" he asked. "You didn't kiss me for... any other reason." "And what other reasons might there be?" Feyre asked, copying Rhys' pose and finding the shelf behind her. Rhys shrugged. "That you wanted to," he said, and this time when he looked up at her, his eyes burned. Feyre's heart lodged in her throat.

"I think... if I wanted to kiss someone," she said slowly, "then I'd hope that he'd make the first move." The flame in Rhys' eyes jumped.

"Oh yeah?" he said, and pushed off the shelf. "And, if he wanted to make a move, how would he know that you wanted it?" By this point, Feyre knew with absolute certainty that she had him, and the thrill of just knowing that gave her confidence.

"Oh," she said casually. "I don't think I'm very subtle with hints. I'd start painting his gorgeous face, and hanging around at his house." Rhys took a step closer. "Would you now," he said. Feyre nodded. "Of course, I wouldn't go full stalker, and say, make a half dozen scale models of them, or anything." And then she flashed him a wicked grin, and Rhys growled at her in his throat before reaching a hand behind her neck and pulling her in to kiss her.

xxxxxxx

Rhys didn't even have time to be embarrassed about his art project, because once he had his mouth on Feyre's, nothing at all even a little bit mattered. He could feel her smile against his lips, and the thunder storm pressure filling the room was filling his veins in a lovely, velvety way.

He kissed her this way for some time, learning the shape of her lips and the taste of her tongue. Then her hands slid up the inside of his shirt, and he grabbed her wrists to still her. "Do you know," he said to her, when she looked up in askance. "Since making sculptures of you in art class, I've wondered every day what it would feel like to have you under my hands for real. To see if I got you right." Feyre tried to grab a hold of him again, and honest to gods with that look in her eye he really might have let her. But there was something he had to do first.

"Wait," he said. Begged. "Would you... would you let me touch you?" Feyre's tilted her head at him, then leaned back against the shelf once more, tugging him forward. She placed his hands on her hips, and then rested her own forearms against his shoulders.

"Go on then," she murmured. Rhys looked down at her, and exhaled. His hands trailed carefully over her hips, up behind her back, then down to squeeze at her waist. He shuddered, the feel of her far more perfect than he had imagined. Then Feyre moved his hands to her ass, and his fingers squeezed automatically. This was actual fucking heaven.

"Well?" Feyre asked. "Did you get me right?" "I did not do you justice," Rhys said hoarsely. And she took a hold of his chin and brought him back down to her lips.

Now it was Feyre's hands, up on the skin of his chest and back. Everywhere her fingers touched the bare flesh on him she left a trail of goosebumps, and if he'd been coherent he might have felt embarrassed about the fact that his boner was now pressing into her. She didn't seem to mind though, stood up on her tiptoes to press closer in fact. Rhys tightened his arms around her little waist, and the shelf rattled where he had unknowingly pushed her into it.

And then Feyre was pushing him away, and throwing random items from the cleaning cart at him.

"Someone's coming," she hissed, and by the time the door opened, both of them were stacking toilet paper with their backs toward each other.

"Hurry up you two," the teacher said, perpetually unamused. "I don't want to be here all night."

Then he closed the door again, and Rhys and Feyre stared at each other, wide-eyes, until laughter burst out of them like a waterfall.

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Oh horny teenagers, whatever will we do with you. I tell you what though, this was in no way meant to be a 10 part story... maybe I'm the real horny teenager?! lol I am older than most of you

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