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dawneternal · 1 month

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Part 3

⊹ Gwyn x Azriel modern college AU

⊹ Notes: sorry if this one is a lil predictable <3

⊹ Warnings: sexual harassment, unwanted kiss attempt, panic attack

⊹ Word Count: 4k

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Gwyn leaned in close to the vanity, swiping away lip gloss that had smudged outside of her lip line. Murmurs drifted up the stairs as Feyre and Nesta greeted the first guests. Elain’s muffled giggles sounded from the other side of the wall, followed by Lucien’s deeper laugh. Gwyn huffed a deep breath and stood back to examine her final look.

Dark, glittery eyes looked back at her, sleek ponytail swinging as she moved her head. She’d chosen a cropped, long sleeve shirt in a shade of blue that matched her eyes, a black mini skirt, black tights, and shiny platform boots. Even if she wasn’t thrilled about attending this party, she could still look cute. Nesta and Emerie had dressed up too, and she wouldn’t want to look out of place. Though she did have a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt waiting in her backpack.

She waited until Nesta had started her playlist to go downstairs, eager for the buffer of music. At least a dozen people were already scattered through the living room and kitchen, sunset colors painting the scene through the windows. Elain’s perfectly arranged snacks lined the kitchen table, charcuterie boards and plates of cookies, labeled with her pretty handwriting. As well as a little cardboard sign that read ‘use a coaster or else’ in perfect cursive. The middle sister had not made an appearance yet, still canoodling in her room with her fiance.

Gwyn continued wandering, trying not to stay in one place for too long lest someone take it as an invitation to approach. But then Emerie appeared in the growing crowd, grinning wide, pulling golden-haired Mor behind her. Gwyn smiled, her shoulders releasing a little tension as her friend rushed towards her.

“You came!” Emerie gave her a tight squeeze, “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks!” Gwyn took in her roommate’s outfit, a tight black dress with cutouts on the waist and absurdly high heels. Her curls were pushed back with a headband, baby hairs delicately curled and gelled around her hairline. “You look hot!”

“So do you,” Emerie waggled her eyebrows, “Catch you later, okay? Mor wants to say hi to Rhys. Text me if you need anything.”

Mor gave Gwyn a wave as they disappeared. Gwyn watched them weave through the other party goers towards the black-haired man towering above the others. A smile broke through his solemn expression as he saw his cousin. Feyre’s boyfriend. He seemed nice enough, courteous, but she didn’t know him well. She realized for the first time that his presence meant his brother would likely be here, too.

Turning in a circle, she searched the faces around her and found Cassian leaning over a smirking Nesta, smoldering and probably whispering something inappropriate. She kept looking, but she didn’t see the third of the trio yet. Maybe he wasn’t coming. Or Nesta had conveniently forgotten to mention that he was invited. Typical.

Gwyn grabbed a cider from the cooler and made her way outside, hoping no one else was out there yet. Two guys sat talking by an unlit fire pit but they didn’t even look up as she found a chair on the opposite side of the porch. It was chilly, almost unpleasantly so, but she would rather be out here than inside waiting and wondering and overthinking every interaction. What did people do at parties? Nesta would surely scold her for staying out here so long, scrolling on her phone and responding to messages.

When she dared to go back inside, after the sky had dimmed to a grey-blue, the party was in full swing. Loud, weed-scented, alcohol-soaked. She’d sit by Emerie if she could find her, but she was probably dancing with Mor. Emerie didn’t get to see her girlfriend often and Gwyn wanted to give her a chance to hang out without her anxiety-induced clinging. Nesta was nowhere to be found. Gwyn pulled out her phone and shot Nesta a text.

Where r u? I need a buffer :(

She pushed around a laughing group in the hallway and into the living room. It was at least a little quieter here, the dancing seemingly contained in the dining room. A few groups lounged on the couches, limbs tangled together as they all sat half on top of each other. Gwyn’s heart lept in her throat as she caught sight of Azriel and Rhyand sat with a group around the coffee table, some card game in process between them all. At least a game would give her something to do until Nesta returned her text. She glanced down at her phone, but there was still nothing new.

“Hey,” Gwyn smiled at the group, “Can I sit?”

Azriel blinked up at her in surprise for a moment before a grin spread across his face. It was the first time Gwyn had seen him anything but oversized sweaters. He wore a tight black t-shirt, revealing more tattoos, and jeans. And the same beat up boots with charms dangling from the shoelaces. His curls were messy, asymmetrical earrings swinging as he tilted his head. He gestured to the empty spot between him and Rhys and she noticed his nails were painted black.

“I didn’t think this would really be your scene,” He said as she sat beside him, pulling off her boots to sit more comfortably.

“It’s really not,” She admitted, keeping her eyes on her lap, “But Nesta insisted.”

“Haven’t seen her around in a while,” He chuckled, turning his gaze back to his hand of cards.

Gwyn’s stomach churned as Rhys accepted the blunt offered to him from the guy sitting next to him. She glanced at Azriel from the corner of her eye, searching for any signs of reddened eyes. It was one of her least favorite things to be the only sober one in a group. She’d left her half-finished cider in the kitchen and had no interest in finishing it. But Azriel caught her gaze and shook his head just slightly and smiled, reassuring that he was sober, too.

She relaxed a little, then, and let them explain the card game to her. She watched them play and actually found herself laughing and adding a quip here and there. Their group didn’t seem too obnoxious, they were friendly but didn’t tease her or force her to talk. She memorized their names in case she found herself in a similar position - Ameren, Tarquin, Varian, Thesan, Viviane, Kallias.

If it was like this every time, maybe she’d say yes to one of Nesta’s parties again. Tucked between Azriel and Rhysand, her back to the wall, it wasn’t so bad. Though she still checked her phone for a text from Nesta, and still found nothing.

“I need a break,” Azriel said when the round had ended, stretching his arms above his head. Gwyn tried to keep her gaze from gravitating toward his flexing muscles. So that’s what hid beneath those sweaters. “And a snack.”

The group agreed, standing and stretching their legs. Gwyn stayed seated. She’d found her safe spot and didn’t want to venture from it.

“Want anything?” He asked, eyes shimmering as he took in the redhead curled up on the floor. She’d let her hair down, falling in smooth waves over her shoulders.

“Just water, please,” She smiled up at him through mascara coated lashes and he decided to take a breath of cold air outside before returning to the living room. Rhysand smirked, but neither of them noticed.

Gwyn pulled out her phone as her new acquaintances meandered away. So far, she was feeling a little bit proud of herself. She had managed not to cling to Emerie, had potential targets for new friends, and hadn’t panicked yet. She still planned on chewing Nesta out for disappearing on her. Their agreement was that Nesta would hang out with Cassian until he had to leave, and then she’d stick by Gwyn’s side for the rest of the night. Supposedly, he’d only been able to stay for an hour. But it was far past that, now.

A flash of color pulled Gwyn’s attention from her phone screen and she found herself staring at Connor, who grinned at her and swayed on his feet.

“Berdara!” He slurred, as if they were the best of friends. Gwyn gave him a tight lipped smile and turned back to her phone. But Connor stumbled to the ground next to her and tossed an arm around her shoulders. She tried to shrug it off and back away, but his grip was firm.

“It’s so lucky you’re here,” He smiled in a way that made her skin crawl, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Because I was just thinking about that stuff you wrote. Again.”

Not good. Gwyn shoved off his arm and grabbed her shoes.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” She muttered, quieter than she’d wanted to be.

“Oh come on,” He laughed, arms reaching toward her again. One hand landed on her thigh. “Don’t you want to act it out with me? I know that’s why you really sent it. There’s no way it was a mistake.”

So this is what he’d had in mind. He thought she’d been flirting by sending that email and entirely ignored her clarification that it was an accident.

“You’re delusional,” She tried to shove him off again, her phone tumbling to the floor. But he only laughed. And then he was leaning toward her, mouth open, to kiss her. She pushed against him as hard as she could, his lips just barely grazing her jaw before he was falling backwards.

She felt sick, her skin burning with disgust in every place he had touched and her heart was hammering. She needed to find someone. He wasn’t going to leave her alone. He only proved that point by reaching for an ankle. What he hoped to accomplish with that, she had no idea, but now he looked pissed.

This was bad. This was fucked. He was drunk and crawling towards her like some sort of animal. The group on the couch was oblivious and half asleep, the rest of the room empty. Emerie had probably left already. But where was Nesta? Cassian?

Azriel appeared at the edge of the living room holding a water bottle and a cupcake. His jaw clenched as he took in Gwyn’s panicked face and Connor spitting slurred expletives as he made his way toward her.

Gwyn rushed past him and croaked, “I need to go. Please don’t let him follow me.”

She didn’t know what her plan was. She hadn’t driven here. She just needed to get out and away. To cleanse the awful feeling of his hands on her with the cold air outside. So she ran out the front door, shoes still in hand. The chill bit into her as the front door slammed behind her and squeezed her lungs even tighter. Her chest was too tight. She started down the sidewalk, away from the house with music shaking its foundation.

There were too many familiar things about Connor. He brought up too many terrible memories. All of the things that had been burned into her brain without her permission. There were plenty of things she struggled to remember. Like assignment deadlines and where she’d left her keys. But of course, every sensation of the worst day of her life had to be stuck. Always rattling around at the worst times.

“Gwyn!” Azriel’s voice called into the night. She turned, folding her arms around herself, tears threatening to spill over. He walked toward her, brows knit together, the snacks in his hands replaced with a jacket and car keys. He held out the jacket as she reached her.

“Where are you going?” His voice was soft, eyes searching her face, “You’re not wearing your shoes.”

“Away from here,” She managed around the lump in her throat. She didn’t take the jacket, only tightened her grip on her arms. “I need to get away from him.”

“Rhysand’s kicking him out,” Azriel said, “I don’t even think he was invited, anyways. Do you want me to take you somewhere?”

“Please,” Gwyn’s voice cracked. She’d probably regret it when she was calm and alone with him in his car with nothing to say. But she was desperate right now. She couldn't go back into the house until she knew Connor was gone.

“Okay,” He gave her a small smile, gesturing toward a beat-up car parked up ahead.

She let him open the door for her and drape his leather jacket around her shoulders. The whole car smelled like him and it calmed her a little. She lay her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, drawing deep breaths of piney scent. Azriel drove in silence for a long moment, letting her breathe and collect herself.

“Want a milkshake?” He asked when they were a few blocks away from Nesta’s house. Gwyn opened her eyes and turned to him, curious if he’d meant it. He looked serious enough.

“That’s what I do when I have anxiety,” He explained, “It’s usually late at night. I go to a 24-hour place and get a milkshake.”

“I do like milkshakes,” Gwyn whispered, and Azriel grinned.

They drove in silence until they reached the restaurant and he asked her what flavor she wanted.

“Surprise me,” She smiled.

“Are you a french fry dipper?” He asked with a tone that suggested blasphemy.

“No,” She lied.

She was feeling better, driving through the dark in the quiet. Away from the party and Connor and bad memories. They were quiet as they waited at the windows, quiet as Azriel handed her a large chocolate shake, and quiet as he pulled into a spot in the parking lot. It wasn’t a bad quiet. A very comfortable one.

“What did he do?” Azriel broke the silence as Gwyn took her first sip, savoring the sweet taste. It was a very good chocolate milkshake.

She said nothing for a moment, staring down at the fabric of her skirt. There was no reason not to tell him the truth. Especially since he’d already seen her as a pathetic mess and basically put her back together. Twice now.

“He was drunk off his ass and wanted to recreate my fanfiction. He was convinced I sent it on purpose,” She kept her eyes on her lap as she spat the words. If she looked, she’d have seen Azriel’s face contorting in anger and disgust. “That’s why I was so upset yesterday. I could just tell he was going to be a dick about the whole thing.”

“I’m sorry,” Azriel said, swallowing hard. Gwyn shrugged and took another drink of milkshake. “He didn't…try anything?”

“No, but he seemed pretty determined.” She shuddered.

“That's not okay,” Azriel said, his voice gentle. And it should have been validating. It should have been comforting to know she had someone on her side. But all it did was stir up her anxiety. She did not want to make trouble.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to see me in this state so many times,” She said, daring to look him in the eye. They were beautiful in every lighting, it seemed. Including the floodlights of a parking lot late at night.

“I think you’ve just had a rough few days,” He mimicked her shrug.

“Still, you didn’t have to help me. Your friends are still at the party and it’s not like I’m your responsibility or something,” Gwyn punched in all of the bubbles on her lid as she spoke.

“Yeah, but you’re Nesta’s friend and I like talking to you,” He furrowed his brow. Gwyn’s heart fluttered at his words and she looked at him again, wondering if Nesta had gushed about her to Azriel as she’d done to Gwyn about him.

“Thanks,” Gwyn whispered, and Azriel noted her widened eyes. Like she didn’t receive many compliments like that. He made a pact with himself to change that.

“So…Vow of Roses?” He asked. Gwyn choked on her milkshake and covered her mouth.

“What?” It came out as a squeak.

“That’s what your fanfiction was for, right?”

Gwyn blushed and nodded, biting back the smile that threatened to burst through against her will. She noted that he hadn't smirked or grinned. He was genuinely asking.

“I thought you said you didn’t read it,” She scoffed.

“Just enough to grasp what it was,” He flashed a crooked smile, “I recognized the characters.”

“Don’t tease me,” Gwyn covered her cheeks with her hands, cold from holding her cup, “or I’ll have another panic attack out of spite.”

“Hey, I’m not teasing,” Azriel laughed, “I like them too. I just might read them for different reasons.”

Gwyn looked at him, at his twinkling eyes, and a part of her wondered what would happen if she called him a liar. If he’d sputter and get defensive, or smile again and reveal those dimples.

“Fine,” She let her smile spread, “Yes, I like Vow of Roses.”

“If I ask politely, could I read your writing?” He propped a knee up against the steering wheel, resting his elbow on it and curling up against his arm.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Gwyn snorted.

“But I bought you a milkshake,” He grinned, “It’d make us even.”

“Ask me on your knees and I’ll think about it,” Gwyn said, blushing when she realized the double meaning of her words.

She averted her gaze and poked at her milkshake with the straw. Azriel’s grin only grew and he was grateful she couldn’t see the butterflies her words had given him.

If things were more solid between them, he'd tease her about it. But she had only just begun to trust him and he wouldn't risk losing that. He'd been about to ask which book was her favorite, but she tapped her finger against the back of his hand.

“Who painted your nails?” She asked.

“Feyre,” He smiled, “She likes having something to do while she watches movies.”

“They look nice,” Gwyn made a mental note to ask Feyre what the shade was called. It matched the color of his hair perfectly.

“What, you don't think I could do this good of a job myself?” He wiggled his fingers.

“Not everything's a challenge.” She rolled her eyes and smirked.

“It is with you live with Rhysand and Cassian.”

“You didn't tell them about my mistake, did you?”

“No,” He shook his head, “But I make no promises on Nesta's behalf.”

“Nesta,” Gwyn breathed, skin draining of color. She didn't have her phone. It had been left forgotten on the living room floor as she tried to get away from Connor. “She doesn't know where I am.”

“I texted Cassian,” Azriel said, but he turned the car on anyway.

“She's going to scold me,” Gwyn sighed and slumped back against the seat. She forgot about the soft jacket draped over her shoulders until it grazed her skin.

“Hey, it's okay,” Azriel said, “I'll take you back.”

Gwyn was surprised at the pang of disappointment she felt as he pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the Archeron house. She had actually enjoyed herself. She wanted to stay there and talk longer.

“Azriel?” She asked, so quietly she wasn't sure if he'd hear it.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He didn't say anything, but the streetlights revealed his smile.

Gwyn stepped into the house as quietly as she could. She still held her shoes in her hand, milkshake in the other and Azriel's jacket around her shoulders. Azriel followed close behind, shutting the door softly behind them.

Rhys waved from where he and Feyre tossed empty cups into a garage bag. Elain's soft voice drifted in from the kitchen as she encouraged someone to take more leftovers.

Despite their attempts to remain unheard, Nesta appeared in the doorway to the living room, scowling.

“Where the hell have you been?” She snapped. Cassian appeared behind her, studying Gwyn and Azriel with worried eyes.

“I was with Azriel,” Gwyn took a step further into the house so he wouldn't be trapped behind her, but he remained at her side. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you.”

“Then you should've answered your phone,” Nesta spat, bracing her hands on her hips. The house was silent, now. Feyre and Rhys had paused their cleaning, seemingly attempting to have a wordless conversation through facial expressions.

“I didn't have it with-” Gwyn started.

“Yes, I know, because I found it on the living room floor and then someone was telling me you left with a boy.”

“Nesta,” Gwyn's face flushed, her own anger rising as she thought of every time she had checked her phone through the night. “You weren't answering my texts.”

“So you just left?”

“You don't even know what happened,” Gwyn cried.

“You can't just take off with her,” Nesta turned to Azriel, pointing a finger at him.

“I'm not a part of this,” Azriel shook his head and crossed his arms, surprisingly unshaken by Nesta's wrath, “But I told Rhysand before we left and I texted Cassian.”

“Nesta, you were supposed to hang out with me,” Gwyn drew Nesta's attention back to her.

“You were fine when the party started,” Nesta countered.

“Nes,” Cass started, placing a hand on her shoulder. Nesta shrugged it off.

“Well I needed you and you weren't there,” Gwyn cried, “You knew this party would be hard for me.”

“Hey, Emerie was here too and she left early.” Nesta crossed her arms. Her face was red, makeup smeared and hair tumbling from her braid.

“Emerie warned me she would be leaving early a week ago. You made a plan with me.”

“I was worried about you!” Nesta yelled, still deflecting.

“You weren’t very worried about what was happening to me while you were upstairs with Cassian,” Gwyn spat. She heard Azriel shift his weight beside her.

“You can handle yourself, Gwyn,” Nesta rolled her eyes, “It’s just a party and you’re an adult. It’s time for you to work on this.”

Gwyn clenched her jaw, anger blurring her vision as she stared at Nesta. She was silent as she stormed to the coffee table and snatched up her phone. Then she turned around and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Nesta called, “Your stuff is here and you’re supposed to spend the night.”

“I’m not sticking around so you can yell at me,” Gwyn growled.

Azriel held out an arm, stopping her from rushing out the door. She looked up at him and felt her own expression soften. His eyes held nothing but compassion. Cassian was murmuring something to Nesta. Truly, Gwyn did not want to go back to campus. Emerie was spending the night with Mor and she hated sleeping at the dorm by herself.

“Fine,” Nesta spat at Cassian and stomped up the stairs.

“She’s going to stay at our place,” Cassian cleared his throat, “You can stay here, Gwyn.”

Feyre and Rhys cleared out of the room and Cassian followed. Nesta’s words replayed in Gwyn’s head and now tears threatened to spill over. Keeping her eyes on the floor, she set her shoes down and pulled of Azriel’s jacket.

“You going to be okay?” He asked, gently taking it from her.

Nesta stomped back down the stairs and stormed past them, a bag clutched in her hands. Cassian followed, keys in hand. He clapped his brother on the shoulder and nodded at Gwyn.

“I’ll be fine,” Gwyn gave him a watery smile. She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, but it still stung too bad. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“I would if I had your number,” He grinned. Gwyn wrinkled her nose at him and passed him her phone. The phone screen lit up his mischievous smirk as he entered his contact. He turned it off before sliding it back into her hand, face down.

“See you monday, Priestess Elora.” He sang as he made his way out the door. Elora, the red-headed character from Vow of Roses. So he was a massive nerd, after all.

She watched the door for a moment after he left, waiting until she heard the sound of his old car starting up and driving away. Then she flipped her phone over in her hand and turned it on. She couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on her face, completely erasing the lump in her throat. He had entered his contact as Kieran. Elora’s true love.

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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aw gecko :( i hope they go for the grapes!! i’ll try to send some good grape eating brainwaves over there hehe

THE MUSTACHE LMAO honestly i kinda now what you mean. loving this era for you rn

alsoooo idk if i’ve ever officially requested anything jn here but if you’re still doing it could i perhaps request a nsft alphabet for mordecai? if not no worries!!

-🦅

Yeah, I think he is getting back into his groove of eating legit anything that moves lmaooo Thank you for the love homie, Groot and I appreciate it! (Groot is my crested gecko's name, btw).

I am in fact a DILF enjoyer and someone pointed out that it makes Rhys look older and now my brain is thirsting for all aspects of Rhys Strongfork. I love him. He's so silly and such a goober, just like me lmao.

But you have not yet! I will definitely make you one homie 👹 I have been waiting for someone to request a Mordecai NSFT alphabet, and what better person to request that than you 🤭

Mordecai NSFT Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mordecai does his best to coddle you after having sex with you. Though some nights he might be too tired to and sort of forget. He'll still have a lazy arm drapped over your waist and mutter some term of endearment before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and falling asleep. What can he say? He's a tired guy.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Partners: I full heartedly think if you have boobs he will be all over them. He is definitely a tits man. If you don't have any, though. He's definitely going for your thighs. For something that he likes that isn't considered sexual, he would have to go for your eyes. He just loves looking at them and how they sparkle.

Himself: He loves his hair. he may not take care of it all the time, but he gets super defensive if anyone even suggests that he cuts it. Bonus points if you wash his hair for him, it gives him even more of a reason to like it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not too picky where he cums. He will do it about anywhere you ask or suggest. If you don't have any suggestions, he'll probably just cum on your stomach or chest. Or your back depending on the position. For the most part, he tries to use a condom though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One of his favorite things is when he's practicing shooting and you blow him. It gives him a nice challenge to try and focus on his target.

He's also a big fantasizer and a bit of a perv, so if you wear even the slightest bit of revealing clothes he will be staring and thinking about it later that night.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say that he is fairly experienced. He seems to have a charm to him that gives off that he's been with a few people in a sexual aspect. Plus, we know he has been with Moxxi, at least. At the same time though, I feel like he gets too attached to people and he may have only been with a few. I still think he is a little experienced at least. He knows what he's doing and he is not afraid to ask what makes you feel good. He knows everyone is different.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary: He loves the intimacy behind it and he can use it to his leverage. It can be a style that's basic for most, but Mordecai can find a way to spice it up. Whether it be with his bedroom talk, or how he holds you down to binds you to the bed. He's not one to say no to a little bondage.

Spooning: He gets a little lazy sometimes, so this is another favorite of his. Plus, again, the intimacy behind it speaks volumes for him. The ability to hold you against him while he makes love with you. He loves it.

Up against furniture: He loves pushing you against things to fuck you. The desperation behind it. How animalistic the both of you can get when your both just aching for the same thing from each other. It drives him insane and he's almost always resorting to fucking you against something. Whether it be in the comfort of your home, or somewhere for public and less familiar, depending on the situation.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I would say that it depends on his mood a lot, whether if he's funny or not. He likes to tease and drop a couple jokes here or there to ease the tension if the both of you are a little awkward when doing the do. But if this is him letting out his frustration and fucking you to teach you something (with consent of course). Or if it is him fucking you to show you how much you mean to him, he is definitely being a lot more serious in the situation.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I would say that he tries his best to be groomed, but he gets a little messy down there at times. When he is with you he tries, but sometimes you have to remind him or drop a hint. Or he has to mentally remind himself. He's an alcoholic and shows signs of depression. He gets lost in his thoughts and the last thing on his mind is hygiene when in a bad state of mind. Plus, he lets being a vault hunter get the best of him at times. He tries to be well kept, but between work and his mental state, it gets a little unruly down there at times. Honestly. You're just lucky if he's remembering to bathe and brush his teeth. Not that he chooses to be dirty, he just can't help it. His life style and habits drain the life out of him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He does his best, truly. He can be romantic, and damn good at it if he tries. Especially if you aren't a fluent Spanish speaker. His knowledge on Spanish is something that he takes to his advantage when seducing partners. He can also be quite clumsy when it comes to seduction and romance, but truthfully, that's what gives him his charm. More times than not.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's a hit or miss. He mostly does it when he's feeling down in the dumps, in an attempt to feel something, but more times than not it just makes him anxious and hate himself afterwards so he tries to avoid masturbating. When the two of you get together he finds himself doing it a bit more if the both of you are apart for long amounts of time. He typically just waits to get back to you before resorting to masturbation. He still has a guilty conscious and tends to have negative thoughts about himself after he does it. Even if you give him the ok.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage: He likes tying you up and having his way with you. He loves that you can put so much trust into him that he can just go to town on your body however he wants and pleases to.

Giving oral: He could quite literally die in between your legs and be totally okay with it. Something about giving you head and seeing the way your eyes roll into the back of your head gets him off more than you could imagine.

Blindfolding: Again, it has to do with trust, but he likes this as well. The fact that you can trust him enough that you'll let him blindfold you. He especially loves it if you allow him to tie you up as well.

Marking: Mordecai loves leaving any trace of him on you that he can. His cologne, bite marks, hickeys, scratches, you name it. He gets worked up throughout the day if you're near him in public and he can smell that you spritzed some of his cologne on you, or if he can see a mark on your neck and he catches people staring at it. He loves letting the world know that you're his.

Hair pulling: He loves it if you yank on his hair. If the both of you are together and he's teasing you, playing hard to get, and you just yank on his hair and give him a look. Oh, oh. He's showing you the time of your life. You've most definitely got his attention.

Pain: He himself has a slight pain kink. He likes it when you scratch and bite on his skin. If you slap his ass or pinch him trying to get his attention it's definitely going to work.

Hate Fucking: I couldn't think of any other way to describe it besides that. He likes it when the both of you are running off pure emotions and adrenaline. Whether you are both mad at each other, or mad at people unrelated to one another, you're both fucking like animals to let the stress out and he loves it. When going through the stuff with Jack this is when he get's the roughest in this department. Especially after losing Bloodwing. He's just so mad and lost,

Edging: He loves it. Th way you moan and cry while you plead for him to just let you cum. It's truly something else.

Overstimulation: He just loves watching you try and push him away when you cry out that it's too much. Every making you cum over and over. It makes him feel accomplished in more ways than one.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's not a picky guy. He likes the safety of one of your guys' homes. Or a place where no one can peer, but he doesn't;t necessarily have a set location. Now his favorite thing to fuck you on? Probably the wall or over a table. Having to trust the sturdiness of both items from his thrusts and his hands that have a habit of slamming into things beside you. He's definitely accidentally hit and left a dent in the wall before and the both of you laughed about it after. He just has so many things pent up and his hands have to do something. He tries to suppress it and it resorts in the heels or fists of his hands hitting the table or wall beside you. He'd never hit you though, so don't worry.

Knife Play: It may take him a bit to warm up to the idea, but he does end up enjoying it. He loves the trust that it behind it, and he also likes that he could easily mark you for life with it. Whether he actually cuts you or not is up to you and if you ask. He mostly likes holding the blade to your skin to add to the excitement of things.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything can get this guy going. Your tone of voice, batting your eyes, making a suggestive comment, a lingering touch. If you want to skip his teasing from playing out all day, though. Pull his hair, take control and tell him what you want and that you want him. Kiss him hard or flaunt a mark he left on you by wearing a low collard shirt. He'll go crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never hit you. He's not into the thought of hurting you, especially not hitting. He's a scrawny guy, but he is a sniper. He's got some muscle and would hate to hurt you.

Degredation: He is normally in a bad mental state 90% of the time. So he will not tolerate being degraded and he will also not put up with degrading you either

Anything with bodily fluids besides spit or cum: He might be a messy guy at times, but that's crossing a line for him. He can't handle it.

You being drunk: Him being drunk is one thing, but he will not have sex with you if you are intoxicated. Unless the both of you have agreed to it before you got drunk. He just doesn't like it and feels like he is taking advantage of you. He hates it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving: This is definitely his preference. He would ask you to sit on his face anytime you had to sit down if he could. He loves it. He loves giving you head. It excites him and pleasures him just from the sight and sounds that you show him while he pleasures you. He's also super good at doing it, too.

Receiving: He will never complain if you want to return the favor, though. He especially loves receiving after a long hard day. When he just wants to relax and let loose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers to go at a faster and rougher pace, but take his time with you. He loves edging you to the point of tears. Overstimulation is also something that he is particularly good at doing to you. He only really goes slow and sensual when he's feeling particularly vulnerable and sentimental.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He's like a rabbit when it comes to sex. He's fucking you any chance that he's got and that you'll allow him to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is super game to experiment! He loves trying new things with you, just let him know everything that's going on before you do it. Or else he may be more reluctant.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for about 2-5 rounds. It really depends on how tired he is and what sort of mood he is in. He has breaks in between the rounds, of course. He can last quite a while for the mostt part as well, too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's not too fond of them. I personally don't think that he takes a liking to them since he'd rather use his hands or his mouth if you want different stimulation. If you asked he might look into it, that doesn't mean he's using the toys, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mordecai loves teasing. It's one of his best traits in the foreplay department. Plus, just everyday life. He'd tease you until you're pouting and begging if he could. He likes drawing things out and seeing how you'll react when you get sick of his bullshit.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries not to be loud. Mostly just grunts and pants, he can get a little vocal though. More whiney and verbal on the nights that he just can't hold back.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves it when you hold him after sex. He's not used to having someone taking care of him, and he loves when he feels your arms wrap around him and pull you snug against him. Even if he just got done fucking you into oblivion. He loves the serenity and domestic feeling behind it. If you play with his hair he's a goner and never letting you go. He's passing out with your fingers tangled in his hair while his arms are clinging onto you, one way or another.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Up to you to imagine.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a fairly high sex drive after the two of you get together. Before and/or after he's not too worried about sex. It's only when he has a partner to fantasize and romanticize about that his sex drive sky rockets.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep real quick. He gets drained super easily after sex, so he'll often times pass out without remembering to take care of you or himself in the process. That's another reason why he likes it when you hold him. It lets him know you understand that he's just a tired baby.

#mordecai x reader #borderlands mordecai #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3 #tales from the borderlands #notsfw #nsft #minors dni

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rabbitlover1027 · 1 year

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Solstice Celebration

"Then we will look forward to seeing both of you in Summer six months from now."

Rhysand wrapped his arm around my waist. Normally, I would melt back against him, but saying farewell to Tarquin and Cresseida at my formal birthday celebration thrown by my mate, it was best to stay in full High Lady mode. I stood tall and thanked them both for coming. Tarquin had made a show of stating only he and Cresseida were leaving, which was no doubt a relief to Varian. Now he could turn his full attention to Amren.

I kissed them both good-bye on their cheek and watched them leave. The party hall Rhys had rented in the middle of the Rainbow was almost empty. Staff was already cleaning off tables. Rhysand had made the celebration a luncheon so that we could all be home and together by evening. High Lords, or an emissary, from each court had attended along with many Velaris residents. Rhysand had covered his surprise better than I when a tanned blonde male had arrived, sending regards from the Spring Court. He had not stayed to eat. It was good though. A sign Tamlin was rebuilding his court and hopefully had some interest in being cordial.

"I can't wait to get you home and give you your presents," Rhysand murmured in my ear.

I gave him a wicked grin.

"Thank you. Truly. I didn’t need a party, but this was nice."

His violet eyes sparkled. "Did you enjoy it?"

Before I could answer, the door to the hall opened. Two red heads and dark haired man entered. My heart rose slightly. I had been a little disappointed Lucien hadn't come. Better late than never.

Jurian’s eyes scanned the hall, taking in all that was left of the party, ever the general. Vassa stood, head high, and seemed to spread out into the spaces around her. I wished again that I could figure out how to break the spell cursed upon her. Rhys sensed my discomfort and rubbed his hand up my back.

"You're doing your best," he whispered.

I flashed him a grateful look before stepping towards our new guests. Vassa said something quiet to Lucien that caused him to roll his eyes. I saw the corner of her mouth tick up ever so slightly, entertained. He turned his head and looked straight to me, no search for his mate. My heart ached. I wished Lucien and my sister could find some resolution. I shook my hair back and headed his way as he headed mine.

Lucien held out a hand, but I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers sliding past his long hair. He squeezed me close, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Happy Birthday, Feyre," he nodded a greeting at Rhys. My mate smiled at him. We turned to greet the remaining members of Lucien’s Band of Exiles.

Jurian bowed, and I felt Rhys tighten. It was never easy to tell if Jurian was mocking you or not. I decided to curtsy back to him and Vassa to diffuse the situation before it could start. She extended a hand and when I put mine in hers, she squeezed it.

"We were so happy for the invitation, Feyre Cursebreaker. We have many things to do today, but we wished to stop by and wish you a happy day," the words rolled off her tongue in a way that made me wish she had more to say.

She handed me a small box, wrapped in glossy, navy paper. I gave her a questioning look and she smiled. Looking first to Lucien and Jurian and finding no objections, I slipped my thumb under the edge of the paper and tore it open. A small white box opened to reveal two gorgeous earrings, deep blue flecked with white. Like a night sky.

I pressed a hand to my chest.

"They're gorgeous. Thank you."

Vassa smiled. "They're called sandstone. We hope you enjoy them."

She leaned forward and gave me a warm hug. An obvious good-bye. Jurian threw a thin lipped grin to my mate. I turned to Lucien.

"I'm happy you stopped by," I said to him. I meant it too.

"Good-bye, Feyre. We have some things planned for this evening. I'm sorry I won't be joining you," his mouth tightened. "I hope you have an enjoyable Solstice. Perhaps I can join you another time."

I understood. He'd told me. It was too much. It didn't mean I liked it, for him or for my sister. Once again, I wondered why they'd been made mates. I kept my face neutral.

"Of course," I replied.

I watched them turn and head for the door. I wondered what strength it took for him to come here time and again and leave unacknowledged by his mate. It hadn't escaped me that for once, he had brought no Solstice gift for her. I hadn't seen him look for her once. Perhaps he was giving up.

They were almost to the door when Elain appeared by my side, Nyx on her hip. She'd entertained him most of the party so Rhysand and I could mingle with guests.

"Feyre, would you take him, please?" she handed my son to me. He reached for me with warm, sticky fingers. I'd never known love could feel like this until Rhys and I had been blessed with Nyx. I took my son and kissed all over his face. I twisted into Rhys's arms, as he kissed both of us on the top of our heads. My family, perfect.

It was the way Rhys's body jolted, small enough I could only feel it, I would have never seen it, which caused me to look up. He was staring, a look of disbelief crossed his face before he turned to look at the table where Nesta and Cassian sat with Azriel and the rest of the Valkyries who had left the library to attend today. I turned my head to see what had surprised him.

Elain had followed the Exiles. Had stopped them. My eyes widened and I also looked to see if Nesta was watching. Nesta was. In fact, Nesta was openly staring. I guess Elain was shocking us all.

Before, as a human, they would have been too far away for me to hear. Now, as a fae, it was unavoidable. I couldn't have even pretended not to listen, as Elain’s voice spread softly through the room, clear and song like.

"Lord Lucien."

He faltered, froze momentarily, and then bowed to her.

"My Lady, please. Lord is the name for males of status. I'm currently far from any such thing. Lucien will suffice."

My sister bit her lip uncomfortably.

"You didn't respond to my sister's invitation to join us tonight for Solstice."

Jurian and Vassa traded a look before stepping closer to each other and farther away from my sister. Lucien paid no notice.

"No, my Lady," he swallowed. "You will not see me at Solstice this evening."

He bowed to her and stepped back. Pain not present when he spoke to me etched his face. He started to turn to Vassa and Jurian. Vassa even held out her hand. I wasn't sure if I should be grateful Lucien had her for support or if I should hate her for her clear disdain of my sister's interference of their leaving.

"Lucien," my sister choked on his name. "I brought this, in case you came to the party. It's for you."

She pulled a small satchel from pocket and handed it to him. The satchel was forest green with orange strings. He took it, his eyes searching her face. She gave no answers. Lucien pulled the strings loose and reached in, pulling out several long, thin strips of leather. He twisted them in his hand, threading them through his fingers. He stared at the gift from my sister.

I found it hard to breathe watching them, the sharp unspoken hurts bouncing inbetween them.

She frowned, "To tie your hair back. If you want. It falls in your face sometimes," her face was turning pink. She looked past him to where Jurian and Vassa looked on. She held Jurian's eye for only a moment and then curtsied deep to Vassa. She rose and turned towards Lucien, not meeting his astonished gaze. "Happy Solstice, Lor-, Lucien."

And then she left. She walked off, not to Nesta's table, but back towards the kitchen where Nuala and Ceridwen were getting ready to leave no doubt. Lucien stood oblivious to most of the room staring, watching as she left until Vassa gently pressed her hand to his back and whispered in his ear too softly for me to hear. Jurian threw a last look at all of us, and they slipped out the door. I looked back to Rhys and he shook his head, a suggestion to stay out of it. He left my side to go sit beside Azriel, who glared openly at my mate. I watched as they began talking, looking as though they were disagreeing about something and wondered if I could sneak into Rhys's mind to see what they were saying to each other. But then Nyx pouted for a snack, so I allowed myself the space to not think about my sister and her mate, nor mine and his dear friend. I pushed all worries aside to take care of the need that I could, and plucked a sliver of cheese off a tray for my son, savoring his pleased smile.

#like do i put this under elucien or under Feyre?#i finished it at 11:58 my time #so it was still solstice #but i cant post that fast #acotar ships #acotar #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elucien #nessian #a court of thorns and roses #cassian #nesta archeron #acotar fanfic #Solstice celebration #birthday girl #i didnt edit well #maybe in the morning

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bittermuire · 3 years

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a nightlight and a bottle of wine

recently I’ve really loved nezriel and wanted to write a lil thing for them. this will be two parts, this is the first. modern au

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It’s not like Nesta really knew what she was doing when she moved out. All she knows is that there is a rift between her and Feyre; a scar splitting their shared skin, a wound opening and reopening, never to heal.

And so she’s away. They’ve made their mistakes and let them be. They’ve hurt each other and even tried to love, but sisters love each other too much for love—and so she’s away. The guilt is still there, but farther from her, now. Nesta stirs it into her morning coffee and drinks the sleep, wiping it from beneath her eyes and the lines around her mouth.

Every so often Cassian will text her, inviting her out to dinner or to a work party, and Nesta resists the urge to throttle him. He’s a very smart, thirty-five year old man. He should know what cutting off someone means.

(He knows, of course he knows. She guesses he just thinks it doesn’t apply to him.)

His roguish charm, his smirk, his low voice, all inviting her to one thing—sex—was beginning to exhaust her. It’s a surprising relief to be away from him. She feels like she can wear tank tops and let her hair down and go out without a bra, relieved he won’t be there to stare.

(Was she really so afraid of him?)

So Nesta lives her life and drinks her coffee, wears her tank tops and sleeps in her underwear, finally a woman in the way she’s always wanted to be; she feels discrete from the rest of the world but in a near comforting way. She has no one to disappoint, no one to miss. Her world is confined to very few people and her mind allows for one.

•

But there are things that trip her up. Remaining ties.

One such: the nightlight clipped to her bed. It’s cheap, a gaudy silver. She’s sure Azriel bought it for no more than two dollars.

But she uses it every night.

(This trips her up.)

It’s a routine she’s given to herself, written into the margins of her life; she climbs into bed, smooths the blankets over her legs, grabs her book, opens it on her lap, then twists and switches on the light. It illuminates the page with a pretty, golden sun. She uses it religiously. She thinks that if she lost it, some intrinsic part of her might be lost as well, and this frightens her.

Remaining ties should be snipped. These last threads should be spooled up, put away, hidden in the bottom drawer.

She switches it on anyway, watches the light trace the letters.

(Sometimes she thinks she is the black stamp of letters. The utter bleakness of them on the smooth page. Sometimes she thinks she is what ruins the paper. She is what ruined the paper. There’s a reason she is here and they are there.)

•

November 19th.

Happy birthday to me.

She buys a cake from the supermarket and blows out the candle.

There’s a knock at the door, late at night. Not thinking to check, she goes to open it, and there stands Azriel, still in the doorway, bottle of wine in hand.

“Happy birthday,” he says bluntly.

She lets him in for some reason she still doesn’t understand, and they end up drinking a glass together. It’s from Cassian, the wine—his favorite. Azriel tells her that Cassian didn’t think she’d take it from him.

“So he asked you,” she says.

He smiles. “Because you like me.”

1:00 AM, and they’re still drinking. They barely talk. They just sit; they sit on the kitchen stools, then the rickety chairs, then the floor, then the couch, then back to the floor. His cheeks are pink, his words slurred.

“Why’d you come?” she asks, peering down at where he lays, splayed out, on the carpet.

(He’s not the kind for favors, she knows that.)

Opening his eyes, he fixes his gaze on her. He smiles sleepily.

“Happy birthday, Nesta.”

•

She doesn’t really celebrate for the holidays. Her apartment is bare, save a pair of twinkling bells on the kitchen counter, tied with a red ribbon. Sometimes when she’s cooking she’ll give them a little ring.

The letter comes in the mail—from Feyre, clearly put there by her own hand. It’s an invitation to dinner, for the winter solstice. They’re celebrating early this year because they’re going out of town for a few weeks.

(Please don’t feel pressured to come. We were going to leave you be but Az, since he’s so considerate, thought you might appreciate an invite.)

Nesta picks up her phone and texts Feyre a simple no thanks.

•

The next morning, she opens her door to a bottle of wine. Its neck is tied with a cherry red ribbon, and there’s a note—“If you’re ever lonely, give me a call. It’s my favorite.”

She doesn’t need to see who it’s from to know.

She smiles and picks it up, taking it inside.

•

It bites, the loneliness.

She wasn’t prepared for the quiet.

She traded in insults and jabs and sweaty hands at dinner tables for nothing, nothing, nothing. Silence in the shower, silence over breakfast. Over time, it’s begun to grate on her skin, sift between the strands of her hair, and she feels like she’s swimming a meter below the surface, ears clogged, vision blurred.

And slowly, she’s started to cry; she cries when the silence is too loud, when her aloneness is real, when she realizes the ugly truth of it all. She’s alone, she has nobody, she’s alone.

She picks up her phone and dials his number. “Let’s drink your wine.”

A small quiet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“I know, Nesta,” he laughs. “I’ll be there.”

•

They don’t drink at all, actually. She starts crying again the minute she sees his face.

“Nesta?”

•

“I’m fine, really.”

They’re walking down the aisle of the grocery store, weeks later.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m doing better, I am.”

He shrugs. “I don’t care. Pick a flavor. We’ll eat it, we’ll watch a movie.” He looks her up and down, brow creased. “You need two things—no, make that three things.”

She huffs a laugh, sticking her hand into the freezer and pulling out a carton. “What?”

“Sleep, ice cream, and company.” He grins. “And now you’ve got me.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you.”

•

He’s seen her beautiful; he’s seen her ugly. He’s seen her in her rattiest apron with flour crusted into her fingernails. He’s seen her laugh so hard she cries, watched her slam her head into an open cupboard door, driven her to the hospital when she sliced her hand open with a knife. They’re together a lot, she realizes. They’re not halves; they’re one and one, and one and one make two, and they stand as two together on sidewalks, squinting at menus in the windows of restaurants, and they pet dogs in the park (Nesta always asks, because Az gets shy), and they take walks at midnight, and they live their lives contentedly next to each other’s. She starts to wonder if he splits his life into two—into Cassian and Rhys and Mor and Feyre, and into her, the girl who walked away. She’d like to know why he followed her.

Sometimes she’ll catch herself staring. Even before Cassian, she’d thought Azriel was the most beautiful of the three; all graceful, sloping shadows, soft and deep eyes, curling black hair. Her heart doesn’t know what to do anymore. It skips a beat when she sees him, but calms when she’s near him. It races when he leans close, falls to steadiness when he slings his arm over her shoulders. She can’t decide if she loves him like this or loves him like that. He means so much to her, means so many different things, that to give him a singular word wouldn’t fit.

She calls him Azriel, Az, Steve, Steven Shadow, Mr. Shadow, Ralph, Ron, He of the Candied Pecans, You. He responds to all of it. Recently he told her that it wasn’t because of the name, but because of the voice—(of course I don’t know who Ralph is, Nesta, but your voice, it’s your voice you use for me)—and she felt warm for reasons she couldn’t understand.

She shows up unannounced at his apartment when it’s a bad night. He does the same.

•

“Tell me the truth,” she begins, tipsy. “Did you like me before?”

“What?”

“Did you like me before?”

He frowns. “Elaborate.”

“Before you learned I’m a nice person. Back at the townhouse. When I hated everyone and was rude to you.”

“Oh.” He laughs a little. “I always liked you,” he says, and then his face settles into something like sadness. Nesta watches him closely. “I didn’t like… the way you made me feel, though. I’d see you down the hall, tired and everything, a stick of a person, and Rhys would make some joke, and I’d hate him.”

She blinks.

He looks down. “I’d never hated him before.”

There’s a tension between them. It’s common enough to be recognizable, but not enough to be familiar. She’s on edge, unsure.

The silence seeps in.

“And I hated myself, too,” he says. His eyes flick back up to hers.

Her breath catches in her chest. “I hated myself because I didn’t do anything. So I stayed away.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, overwhelmed. Everything is building; everything is quiet. His eyes are deep and dark and swirling. He shakes his head slightly, leaning closer, slowly, slowly, and she sees it all happen—he takes her face in his hands. She can see the stray strand of hair on his forehead, the one eyelash resting by his nose, the mole right above his mouth.

“I watched you fade,” he breathes. “I watched them pull you around.”

She twines one finger into his hair, trying to bring him closer, trying to have him closer. Come here, Azriel. Come with me. Be with me, love me, because I love you.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, because it’s all she can say.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs, and kisses her.

•

“Wait,” he says, reaching up.

“What?”

He touches the nightlight. “You kept this?”

She laughs, curled into his side, and says, “Of course I did.” He drops a kiss to her hair. “They all bought me books. You made it easy to read them.”

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@acosfisfeysandpropaganda I finally wrote it!!

#nezriel #nesta x azriel #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger

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picassho-18 · 3 years

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Hi! I saw that you write for Azriel from Acotar. Could you write something for him with number 28. accidental hand touching? If yes, thank you so much, if not thank you anyway!

azriel + accidental handtouches

sorry for how long it took! okay this is pure fluff so plz enjoy!!

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The shadow singer was silent. But that wasn't anything new, you should have been used to it by now. However, you still always felt the need to fill the air with something, pointless chatter, small talk, or long random tangents that you managed to get on because you always got nervous around the silent Illyrian.

Everyone else in the house was always loud. Rhys and Cassian have been and always will be loud troublemakers that never let silence drag on for very long. Feyre was a socially talkative person and easy to talk to, never having to worry about long pauses in conversation. Even Elain, while unexpected, would hum or sing softy when she goes about her business.

But Azriel... He made no noise whats so ever. When you first met him, you tried to hear if he was breathing. Yet even that was so quiet that know you weren’t even sure if he was alive.

You were sitting in the library when he had walked in. He gave you a simple nod, acknowledging your presence before grabbing a few books off the shelves and sitting down a few seats away from you.

All focus flew out your brain, the book you were engrossed in just seconds previously now a scatter of words on paper. If it had been anyone else in the house, you would have been talking instantly. Even if it had been as dull as discussing the weather, anything would have been better then this suffocating silence that Azriel seemed to bring with him.

Maybe it was just because it was Azriel. You did have a teeny tiny thing for the shadow singer, and starting conversations with him always set your pulse racing but he never made it any easier for you.

Clearing your throat, you looked up from the book in your lap, "Hello Azriel. What are you reading?"

He glanced up, his face perfectly blank as he showed you the cover, "History of Hybern."

"Hmmm" you nodded, of course he was reading a history book of all things. If you had to pick one word to describe him it would probably be practical. "Are you reading that for fun?"

"I find history enjoyable." He turned back to his book, and a few moments past as his eyes flickered across the pages. Then he looked back up to you, the slightest bit of guilt shadowed in his face.

You were still looking at him, biting your bottom lip as you tried to figure out how to continue the conversation.

"What are you reading?" He asked. Your eyes widened as you realized this is the first time Azriel asked you a question. While he was never rude, he only ever responded to your questions and most of the time it was only one word answers. He'd never tried to continue the conversation before.

"Um, ah uh..." you fumbled with the book in your hands, and cleared your throat as you showed him the cover of the book you were reading. “It’s a romance novel Nesta recommended.”

He got up, looking at the cover before sitting in the chair next to you.

You froze up a little, watching him helplessly as he went to grab for the book in your hands to see the cover better. You scrambled and moved your hands closer to his to give him the book. His fingers accidentally touched your hands, and he jolted back in a harsh flinch.

“I’m sorry” he said softly, looking down at his scarred hands he let fall into his lap.

“Huh?” you said, completely confused, the book still in your outstretched hand. “What are you apologizing for?”

He refused eye contact while he rubbed his hands. “That my hand touched yours. People have told me my scars have made them uncomfortable.”

You just stared at him while your brain comprehended what he was saying, your outstretched hand slowly moving back to lay the book in your lap.

“Well...” you started off softly, “I think your hands are beautiful.”

You slowly reached your hands out to his, but before you touched them, you looked up to Azriel in question, the question obvious in your eyes.

He slowly nodded, holding his breath and completely frozen as you grabbed his hands.

Cradling them as gently as possible, you slowly rubbed your thumbs across the tops of his hands, gliding across the hardened textured scars smoothly.

“I don’t see how anyone could think anything negative of yours hands. They are a part of you. And I couldn’t think anything negative of you. Well... maybe besides just how quiet you are.”

You giggled softly, not looking at his face, but rather completely absorbed by how his hands felt against your own. Your fingers were now tracing the thicker scars that lined his own, your touch soft as feathers against the rough skin.

Without a second thought, you gathered the pair of beautifully scarred hands, cupping them in your own and brought them up to your face.

You placed a slow gentle kiss to the back of each hand so incredibly tenderly it shook Azriel to his core.

Azriel simply stared at your actions, stunned as all he could focus on was how your soft lips felt against his scars.

You pulled away, still holding his hands, as you gave him a soft smile. Suddenly, your face morphed into horror as your hands flew to your face.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Azriel, Ah, I huh, didn’t mean to overstep like that...”

The softest of smiles graced his face as he gave a slight chuckle, “There is no reason to apologize. That was...” He paused a moment, looking down at his hands again, trying to ignore how cold that already felt with you not holding them, “That was the first time anyone has held my hands like that.”

You just looked at him, unsure of what to say, before he looked up at you again. Your breath caught in your throat as you noticed the growing smile on his handsome face.

“It was nice.” He said simply. Always a man of few words.

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masterlist

#azriel x reader #shadowsinger #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #azriel oneshot #request #reader insert #fluff #drabble #azriel acotar #hands #accidental hand touching #gender neutral!reader #gn!reader

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maybeimamuppet · 3 years

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you happened

hey darlings!! happy wednesday!!!

let’s get right into it shall we?

tw for

discussion of canon events in mg (outing, etc)

discussion of canon events in the prom (homophobia, etc.)

this was requested by @spidy-nugget like forever ago so thank you for your patience and i hope you enjoy!

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“Oh!” Cady says, interrupting herself in the middle of a sentence. “I just remembered! My cousin is coming to visit next week, do you guys want to meet her?”

“Emma?” Damian asks excitedly. Cady nods. “Yes! Is she bringing the-her… Broadway friends?”

“I dunno, she didn’t tell me,” Cady giggles. “But probably, she said they usually visit her at some point every summer.”

“I should probably be there to stop him from combusting if they do come,” Janis huffs. “But also, yes, I want to meet her too.”

“She’s an absolute icon,” Damian says happily. “God, her song. Still makes me cry.”

“You cried watching Finding Dory yesterday,” Janis retaliates.

“It’s a sad movie! Sometimes!” Damian defends. “Anyway, tell me all about Emma.”

“Okay,” Cady giggles again. “She’s a year older than us, and she’s my cousin on my mom’s side. Um… you know her whole… prom fiasco. I’ve only met her in person once when I was ten, for Rhys’ funeral. But we were pen pals when we were really little. And now we just text and stuff.”

“Cute,” Damian says. “And is her girlfriend coming?”

“Oh! Yeah,” Cady says around a mouthful of Janis’ milkshake. “Her name is Alyssa, she’s, like, super smart. Did every possible activity in high school, that kind of thing. But she’s been with Emma when we’ve Facetimed and stuff before and she’s super sweet.”

“Aww,” Damian coos. “I can’t wait!”

————-

Luckily for him, Damian doesn’t have to wait too long. Emma and Alyssa arrive the following week in Emma’s pickup. Damian has been pressed against the window all day, like a small child watching for the ice cream truck. He gasps dramatically when four people in matching sequined tracksuits also hop out of the backseat, grumbling about being cramped together for such a long trip.

Cady opens the door to let everyone in, and is quickly swamped by a crowd of people much taller than her. Janis pops up on her tippy toes to try and find her girlfriend to save her, but doesn’t succeed.

Everyone heads into the living room, and Janis laughs when she finds Cady being carried in like a sack of potatoes by one of the men that came with Emma.

“Emma, why didn’t you tell me your cousin was so adorable?” He demands. “Look at this, she’s so small.”

“Please put me down,” Cady squeaks. Janis heads over and reaches for her.

“Can I have my girlfriend back, please?”

“And she’s gay!” The man says happily, passing Cady over like she’s a small dog. Janis holds her close and smoothes her hair back to where it was.

“Bi, actually,” Cady grumbles.

“Well, aren’t you something. Oh, my name is Barry, by the way. As if you haven’t heard of me.”

“Barry, we talked about this,” Emma chides. “They haven’t. Except Damian.”

“And where is this Damian? I want to meet him,” one of the ladies says. “Oh, and my name is Dee Dee.”

Damian enters shyly and gives a little wave. Janis cackles, “Dude, you’re totally starstruck, look at you!”

“Uh-hi,” he stutters. “I’m Damian.”

“Aww!” The other lady says. “Look at your little cheeks, what a sweetheart! I’m Angie.”

Damian blushes violently as he’s cooed over by Angie. Barry hauls her off to get a good look at him.

“I like this,” he says. “It’s like a mini me.”

“Just don’t break him,” Emma pleads. “Damian, can I trust you to babysit for a while?”

That prompts a, ‘Hey!’ from all four adults, and an eager nod from Damian. “I can show them around town.”

“This is not a town, darling,” Dee Dee says gently. “But what is there to see?”

“We have… uh-“

“There’s an IHOP!” Cady chirps. “And the mall. That’s kind of it until you get to Chicago. Or the lake.”

“This is the most precious soul,” Barry says happily.

“Dame, we did it. I never thought I’d see the day we found someone gayer than you,” Janis laughs.

“Oh, I like this one too,” Barry says. “Funky little lesbian. She dresses like Emma but goth.”

“I do love the hair,” Emma agrees. “I’m dressed more like Cady today though.”

They both look down at their almost-matching flannels and jean shorts, then back at each other with a nod.

“Same boots though,” Janis cheers, lifting a foot. Emma laughs and nudges it with one of her own doc martens. “Nice.”

“Precious,” Angie says. “Okay, we’ll leave you gals alone now. Damian, show us the sights.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Damian says, leading the adults to the door.

“Yes, show us to the… hopping eyes,” Dee Dee says, sounding both bored and intrigued at the same time. Damian waves goodbye to Janis excitedly and closes the door after him.

“Well,” Emma chuckles. “Oh, I hope he’ll be okay.”

“I think he’ll be fine,” Alyssa soothes. “He’s in good company, and he’s a theatre kid, he gets their… vibes.”

“Theatre kid is an understatement for that boy,” Janis tuts affectionately.

“True,” Cady giggles. “Anyway, we can hang out in my room, if you want?”

Emma and Alyssa nod, so Cady leads everyone up to her bedroom. Janis flops onto the bed and Cady crawls in behind her, lifting her head onto her lap. Alyssa and Emma look around curiously for a second before joining them.

“Who did these?” Alyssa asks, pointing to the paintings and collages adorning the walls. “They’re incredible, especially this one. It looks just like you guys!”

Janis flushes as she points to the one she won her art contest with, of she and Damian and Cady all together. “I did.”

“Dang,” Emma breathes. “You have some serious talent, Janis.”

“Thanks,” Janis squeaks.

“No, seriously! Do you have stuff here?” Emma insists.

“A few things, yeah,” Janis says confusedly, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

Emma lifts her guitar case onto the bed and flicks the latches open, pulling out her famous instrument. It’s covered in stickers and little doodles, much like Janis’ jackets.

“Will you do something on this for me?”

Janis’ eyes go wide. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course!” Emma chuckles. “There’s room down here if you want it visible, or on the back.”

Janis carefully takes the instrument and assesses the material, trying to put an idea together in her mind. She runs to Cady’s desk when one comes to her, where she keeps a supply of basic colors and brushes in case of emergency. Cady doesn’t mind keeping them, they remind her of her girlfriend.

Cady grins affectionately as Emma and Alyssa cuddle in together. “How did you two meet?”

Her cousin turns to smile at her girlfriend. “I kind of always knew of her from school and stuff, but we didn’t really get close until sophomore year.”

Alyssa nods in agreement. “My mom wanted me to be more creative and have another skill or whatever, so she signed me up for guitar classes. Just so happens she was my teacher.”

“You really sucked,” Emma teases. Alyssa scoffs, aghast, and shoves her so hard she nearly falls off the bed. “Ack! Hey, I was kidding!”

“I know,” Alyssa giggles. “I did suck, I’ve never been much good at artsy stuff.”

“I was never good at art either,” Cady chuckles at their antics. “Jay’s tried to teach me to paint a couple times and it hasn’t gone too well.”

She peeks around the other couple to where her own girlfriend is sitting cross-legged on the ground, tongue poked out to the side as she carefully brushes a stroke of paint onto Emma’s guitar. Janis looks up when she feels her gaze, and grins happily when she sees Cady.

“You have the right instincts, I keep telling you,” she says. “You just get cranky too fast and then start attacking me with it.”

Everyone else bursts out laughing. Emma says, “I don’t blame her, I hated art class. What were we talking about?”

“How we met, dummy,” Alyssa huffs, kissing behind Emma’s ear.

“Oh yeah! So, we started off with actual lessons, but then we started getting to know each other more,” Emma explains. “And then I came out and got kicked out, which… a lot of people heard about, so Lyss figured I was a safe person to tell that she was questioning.”

Cady nods, listening intently to the story.

“I came out to her that summer,” Alyssa says. “And she said she’d had a crush on me all along, and asked me out. So we went on a walk and then got coffee and the rest is history.”

“We forgot to mention the serious gay panic I had during our first lesson,” Emma chuckles. “But that’s the gist of it.”

“How cute,” Cady coos.

“What about you two, how long have you been together?” Alyssa asks kindly, flicking Emma’s ear gently as she aggressively plops down onto her lap.

“Four months,” Janis pipes up immediately.

“Man, you crushed on her for that long without saying anything, Cades?” Emma says, impressed. Janis pops her head up and listens in.

“Oh?”

“She never shut up about you for, like, almost a year,” Emma laughs. Cady flushes scarlet and looks down at her lap with a flustered squeak. “I’m assuming it was you, she never gave a name. But it was always a tall, hot artist with cool hair and nice muscles. And I think she mentioned your butt a few times, she thinks that’s cute.”

Janis cackles as Cady flops facedown onto her bed and groans into a pillow. “How cute, I didn’t know that. But I shouldn’t laugh, I definitely wasn’t any better.”

“How did you get together?” Alyssa asks, patting Cady’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Janis snorts from the ground and Cady gives another groan into her pillow. “What?”

“You tell them,” Cady grumbles, poking her face out just long enough that it’s not muffled.

“Baby, it’s cute,” Janis coos.

“No it’s not!”

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell it in a way that makes me look just as dorky,” Janis compromises. “Caddy came to my school in September from Kenya, and she had these adorable little cargo shorts and socks with sandals on, and-“

“Hold on, what?” Alyssa insists. “Kenya?”

“Cady grew up there, her parents are zoologists,” Emma explains.

“How many conversations have we had with her? And you never thought to tell me she’s from Africa?”

“It never came up! We both had a lot going on the first year and then we just didn’t bring it up,” Emma defends. “And now you know.”

“Sorry,” Alyssa says. “Keep going.”

“It’s all good,” Janis chuckles. “Anyway, I fell for her so bad the first day that I dragged Damian into the bathroom at lunch and made him let her join our group.”

Cady pops her head up and looks to her girlfriend. “You did?”

“Yeah, duh,” Janis says. “We’re not known for socializing with the new kids, I just thought you were cute.”

Cady blushes again, but doesn’t return to her pillow. “Keep going.”

Janis chuckles and continues telling the story as she finishes her small painting on Emma’s guitar. “So we became friends that day, and then had… an ordeal, through the rest of junior year and didn’t really reconnect until spring.”

Cady’s told Emma and Alyssa the whole story, so they both nod at Janis’ quick explanation.

“We got really close over the summer, and apparently we were both crushing on each other. But we didn’t notice, somehow. And then I sorta snapped on her birthday this year and decided to fess up, so I made that,” Janis points to the black and white collage hanging next to one of her paintings on the wall. “But before I could give it to her, this little firecracker got wasted and started crying in my lap about how much she loved me.”

“I wasn’t that drunk!” Cady huffs.

“I found you lying on the ground singing yourself to sleep,” Janis giggles. “And you didn’t recognize me, clearly. Just climbed into my lap and spilled your guts. I was lucky it wasn’t literal.”

“Janis Sarkisian,” Cady grumbles. “Behave.”

“Fine, fine,” Janis chuckles. “Anyway, once she sobered up a little bit we had a chat and realized we both had feelings for each other, so we started dating. And now we’re here.”

“That did not make you sound anywhere near as dorky as me,” Cady huffs. “But yeah, that’s… that’s it.”

Emma snorts once the story is done. “That does sound like Cady. But if that’s what it took, then I guess it was worth it.”

Cady turns to look at Janis again. “It was. But you guys went through a lot more than us, that must have been tough on both of you.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Emma chuckles, trying to sneak a peek at Janis’ work. The angle isn’t quite right, so she gives up before she falls off her girlfriend. “You guys went through a lot. But yeah, it was really tough. I’m so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Alyssa murmurs back. “You guys know the story?”

“I do,” Cady says. “I think Jay and Damian just know the bare bones. It’s your story to tell, I didn’t want to give too many details away.”

Alyssa gives her a grateful smile, and Cady grins back. “Do you want to hear it?”

“Of course,” Janis pipes up. “I finished, by the way. Um, here.”

“Hey, you stole my idea!” Cady jokingly whines when she sees what Janis has done.

“But it’s so perfect!” Janis defends. Emma takes her guitar to see, and smiles at the new lion with a rainbow mane in the spot they’d picked. “And it’s kind of for both of us.”

“This is awesome,” Emma says. “Oh! I get it, it’s a pride thing! Pride of lions, and then… oh. Clever!”

“It was actually Caddy’s idea, she made me a rock with it at pride last week,” Janis says. “I thought it fit.”

“It does, you’re really talented!” Alyssa says, leaning over her girlfriend’s shoulder to see it. Janis’ text tone goes off, so she pulls her phone out of the pocket of her shorts to check it. Cady peeks over to see what it is too as Janis bursts out laughing. It’s a picture of Damian surrounded by his new friends, now in a matching tracksuit all of his own.

jamian: Sent a picture: JAN LOOKIT

danis: nice outfit

jamian: Thank u it really suits me doesnt it

danis: honestly

danis: yeah kinda

jamian: Sent a picture: Thank u

jamian: Anyway we’re going to ihop next yall should meet us there

danis: kk love u

jamian: Love u too

“I think your little crew adopted Damian,” Janis chuckles at Emma and Alyssa, showing them the photo of a very excited Damian.

“Aww,” Emma chuckles. “I’m glad they didn’t kill him, they can be a lot to handle.”

“He seems fine,” Janis shrugs. “Whose truck are we taking?”

“Oh, is that one in the driveway yours?” Emma says excitedly. Janis nods. “It’s nice!”

“We’ve been in Em’s all day,” Alyssa chuckles. “Probably best to take yours.”

“I call shotgun!” Cady yells, already tugging on her shoes and running downstairs.

“As if I’d let anyone else,” Janis mumbles affectionately under her breath.

————-

The waitstaff at IHOP look more than a little frightened at the size of their group, and especially at the crew in tracksuits.

“Ey, yo!” One of them calls. “Guys, come here! It’s that guy from the thing! That show!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Trent grumbles under his breath. “Why is it always that? I played Hamlet!”

They’re quickly escorted to a large table near the back, and Trent signs a few menus as a little gift to the now very excited waiters.

“Was Juilliard worth it?” He mutters to himself. Angie, who’s sat next to him, nudges him with an elbow to shut him up.

Janis and Emma both order for their girlfriends, and also order themselves the same meal of chicken and waffles. Dee Dee gets french toast, Angie gets an omelet, Trent gets some crepes, and Barry gets the most horrifically sweet looking pancakes anyone’s ever seen. Apparently they’re cupcake flavored.

Alyssa looks very content with her large Belgian waffle, and Cady seems delighted with her chocolate chip pancakes decorated with whipped cream to look like a face. It’s definitely from the children’s menu, but nobody says anything.

“So tell us about you guys,” Dee Dee says once their food gets delivered. She looks eagerly to her friends, as if to say, ‘Look how nice I can be when I want to.’ Barry claps quietly for her.

“What do you want to know?” Damian asks. Dee Dee puts her head in her hands, clearly not knowing how to continue. Trent takes over for her.

“How do you guys know each other?”

“Oh!” Damian says excitedly. “Janis and I have been friends, like, forever. We met in tap dance class when we were three.”

“And you knocked my fucking teeth out in that class when we were five,” Janis grumbles.

“By accident!” Damian defends amidst the giggles of their whole group. “I got really into it. Anyway, so we’ve been friends forever. And then little Caddy happened along in junior year, and we kind of kidnapped her for a while.”

“No, I needed to be kidnapped,” Cady laughs. “I was a total wreck. They actually sort of rescued me from the school bathroom at lunch.”

“You were eating in the bathroom?” Barry asks, sounding both empathetic and disgusted. “Oh, you poor sweet thing.”

“I was the new kid, y’know?” Cady shrugs. “Nobody wanted to eat with the dork from Africa.”

Angie chokes on a bite of her food, and Trent thumps her on the back. “From what now?”

“I’m from Kenya,” Cady giggles. “Well, technically I was born in Oregon. But I lived in Kenya for thirteen years.”

“Just, like, in the wilderness?” Barry asks in shock. “With the lions and tigers and… bears and stuff?”

Cady laughs out loud. “Pretty much. But there’s no tigers or bears.”

“But there were lions?” Trent insists.

“Oh, yeah,” Cady says like it’s entirely normal. “That’s mostly what we were studying. They were kind of my only friends.”

“And they never showed any interest in… consuming you?” Dee Dee asks worriedly. Cady laughs again.

“Lions are just big cats, you know, guys? As long as you’re careful and respect their boundaries they won’t hurt you,” she chuckles. “I got swiped at a few times when I was little, but I never needed more than fifteen stitches.”

“Fifteen?” Angie yelps.

“That is kind of a lot, Cades,” Emma chuckles. “I never had to get more than three as a kid.”

“Oh. Well, I was kind of asking for it, I was playing too rough,” Cady hums.

“With a lion,” Alyssa insists. “Do you have pictures?” Cady nods and passes over her phone for them to scroll through her camera roll.

“Anyway, please keep going,” Angie says, leaning across the table to try to see.

“That’s basically it,” Janis shrugs. “Until you get into the whole mess that happened junior year.”

Cady and Damian nod in agreement. The adults all look very excited at the prospect of some new drama. “Do tell.”

The art freaks all look to one another warily, wondering who should begin. Cady decides to after a second of back and forth.

“Well, um… I sat with these two on my first day,” she begins. “But then just before lunch ended I met these three girls. We called them the Plastics.”

“Why?” Angie asks curiously. Damian shows them all a photo. “Oh. I already don’t like this one.” Janis snorts quietly as she points to Regina.

“Anyway, they said I should sit with them, and Janis and Damian wanted me to so I could spy on them,” Cady says sheepishly. “They have some… personal history.”

“Oh?” Trent asks. Cady looks to Janis, this bit is her story to tell.

“Regina, the one in the middle, outed me in eighth grade,” Janis says. “Carved slurs into my locker, that kinda thing.”

“Oh, honey,” Barry says sadly. “That bitch.”

Janis chuckles weakly. “Yeah. The other two just kind of went along with it. They were just generally bitchy to everyone. But I didn’t have many friends because of her, and I went through a lot of counseling and stuff because of it. Spent some time in the hospital for… reasons, but that’s not… something we need to discuss right now.”

Everyone nods, respecting her privacy. Cady continues telling the story. “So, I pretended to join them and would kind of report back to Janis and Damian. I learned that they had this book, called the Burn Book, where they would write mean things about people from the yearbook and stuff. And at the same time I was crushing for a long time on this boy named Aaron, but he was Regina’s ex. She had dumped him earlier for another guy. And she was actually cheating on him with the other one.”

“Oh, can I tell this bit?” Janis asks. Cady nods and gestures for her to keep going. “So, around Halloween, Cady went to Aaron’s party, and I don’t know exactly what happened, but he basically got back together with Regina.”

“What kind of idiot-“ Trent begins, getting cut off by a stomp on the foot from Dee Dee.

“So poor Caddy came to my house,” Janis says, trying to keep down giggles at the memory. “Fucking slams my basement door open, but Dame and I were watching horror movies. Caddy was dressed as some corpse bride with a knife in her back and everything, and Damian screamed so loud, like, higher than I’ve ever heard. But she was crying, so we helped her and then came up with a revenge plot.”

Dee Dee suddenly looks very interested, leaning forwards slightly and resting her head on her folded hands.

“Caddy had these snack bars from Kenya, they’re… Swedish, I think?” Damian says. Cady nods. “They make you gain weight, like, really quickly. Regina was kind of obsessed with her weight and image and stuff, so we got Caddy to tell her they were actually a diet bar to help lose weight.”

“No,” Angie gasps. Everyone laughs at her reaction.

“Yeah,” Cady laughs. “I don’t think anything major happened until around Christmas. The Plastics did this dance every year at the winter talent show, and we had to wear these skimpy little Santa outfits. But Regina had already gained a fair bit of weight, so her skirt didn’t fit…”

“It fell off in the middle of the routine in front of everyone,” Janis cackles. Emma and Alyssa both look slightly scared of her. “Sorry. Personal vindication. But yeah, that was kind of the beginning of the end for her. Cady kind of… got lost in it, by that point. It was hard to tell if she was pretending or not.”

Cady looks down at her lap in shame, so Janis takes her hand under the table and kisses the side of her head a few times to comfort her. Damian keeps going with the story.

“So, Caddy basically overthrew Regina as Queen Bee of the school. She threw a little party and didn’t invite us or Regina, so she kind of was attacking both fronts. We got pretty mad and stopped associating with her, and Regina was obviously furious,” he says. “And so as revenge for that, Regina photocopied the Burn Book and spread all the pages around the school. I saw, like, seven fights before first period even started that day.”

“But didn’t they know that she had written it?” Trent asks.

“That’s the thing, she put herself in it,” Janis adds, now holding Cady on her lap. “So nobody suspected her. She went to the principal and blamed Gretchen and Karen, they’re the other two, and Cady.”

“I don’t like this story,” Barry whines. “Tell me something good happens.”

“Oh, just wait,” Janis chuckles darkly. “There was an assembly called that day, and they tried to make us apologize to each other and do trust exercises or something like that. I kind of went rogue and only apologized to myself and rallied the rest of the girls in our grade.”

“Go Janis,” Angie says, sounding impressed. “Stick it to the man.”

“Thanks,” Janis laughs. “But it only lasted a few minutes.”

“Damn it,” Barry groans. “What happened?”

“Regina got hit by a bus,” Cady says. Angie spits her mouthful of lemonade over Trent.

“She what?”

“Yeah,” Cady laughs. “So, that time kind of sucked for both of us. She was in the hospital recovering, and everyone was saying that I pushed her in front of it or that she jumped in front of it on purpose because of me.”

“She didn’t die?” Dee Dee clarifies. Everyone is more than a little concerned at the disappointment in her voice.

“No,” Cady chuckles. “Well, she died for, like, fifteen seconds, but she was resuscitated and she’s fine now.”

“And did you push her?” Barry asks. “We’re all friends here, you can tell us.”

“No!” Cady huffs. “I may have been a raging bitch, but I’m not an attempted murderer.”

“You didn’t feed anyone to a lion back in Kenya?” Janis teases gently.

“I’ll do it to you if you’re not careful,” Cady retaliates with a laugh. “Where did we leave off?”

“Regina got hit by a bus and you didn’t push her,” Trent says helpfully, still dabbing some lemonade out of his sweater with a wad of napkins.

“Oh,” Damian says. “Okay, so, I don’t… totally remember what happened in between that and Spring Fling, but it’s really not important.”

“I was suspended for the Book, that’s kind of it,” Cady says, gesturing for him to continue.

“Oh, yeah! Anyway, Spring Fling at our school is basically prom but for underclassmen, prom is just for the seniors. Jan and I were each other’s dates, she decorated our outfits and stuff, we looked killer if I do say so myself.”

Janis rolls her eyes lovingly and whacks him with an elbow.

“And Caddy was banned, so she wasn’t supposed to be there, but she showed up towards the end with the Mathletes,” Damian continues. “And she had been nominated for queen, and she won. So she went up on stage and gave the most beautiful speech I’ve ever heard and broke her crown, and we all got a piece. So now we’re all friends and life is good.”

“Nice ending, Dame,” Janis laughs. “Hasty conclusions. But that it is basically how it happened.”

Everyone blinks at them. Trent says, “That was like being in a war zone. Just one bombshell after another.”

“It kinda was, our math teacher got stabbed in the leg at one point,” Cady hums. “Anyway, what’s your guys’ story? If you want to share.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to know more,” Damian says. “Jan and I really only know the bare bones. What was in the news, and stuff.”

“You guys can start,” Emma says, pulling a face as Alyssa gently dabs some syrup off her lip. Alyssa giggles when Emma tries to bite her hand and kisses Emma’s cheek.

“Ooh, okay!” Barry says eagerly. “We were in a show. Well, Dee Dee and I. We were in a delightful little show called Eleanor.”

“As in…” Janis says confusedly.

“Eleanor Roosevelt,” Dee Dee explains. She seems surprised when the kids all nod in understanding. “You’ve heard of her?”

“Yeah?” Cady says, tilting her head. “She’s one of the most famous first ladies of all time, we learned about her in our history class.”

“Not nearly enough,” Janis grumbles. “Gotta make time for the men.”

“Amen sister,” Angie huffs.

“Really…” Dee Dee hums interestedly. “Anyway, it was… not a success. Poor advance sales, and then…”

“We bombed opening night,” Barry grumbles. “Apparently. But it wasn’t the show, it was… it was us. The media panned us as aging narcissists and we had to close.”

“On opening night?” Damian gasps in horror. Dee Dee and Barry both nod sadly.

“Regretfully, yes. So, we had to try to change the narrative,” Dee Dee says. “We decided to find a good cause and do something. So we were going to build houses for Habitat for Humanity.”

“But Barry has a bad back,” Trent pipes up. “So then we thought about, like, recycling or fixing poverty or world hunger.”

“But that was all too much for us to handle,” Angie says. “So I went on Twitter and found-”

“Me!” Emma says. “Apparently that all happened on the same night as the first assembly where the PTA cancelled prom in the first place. I guess we were trending.”

“And they only cancelled it because you two wanted to go together?” Janis asks sadly.

“Yep. Well, nobody knew about Alyssa, but they cancelled it because they knew I wanted to bring my girlfriend,” Emma explains.

“Those bitches,” Janis grumbles. “Sorry.”

“Believe me, we get it,” Emma laughs. “But my bit of the story isn’t quite here yet.”

“Oh, yes!” Dee Dee realizes. “So, we decided to help Emma, but we were completely out of funds and had no way to get all the way to Indiana from New York.”

“But I had just booked a non-equity tour of Godspell,” Trent half-brags. The other half seems rather depressed at that statement. “So we came on the tour bus.”

“Can I start our part?” Alyssa asks. Emma nods and squeezes her hand under the table. “So, they obviously gave no indication that they were coming. Emma and Principal Hawkins had gone to the State’s Attorney by that point and put some legal pressure on the PTA, so we had another assembly to discuss options.”

“We?” Damian asks.

“Oh, my mom was the head of the PTA,” Alyssa says casually. Damian chokes on his drink and Janis nearly drops Cady on the ground.

“Your mom cancelled your prom?” Janis asks in shock. Alyssa nods sadly. “Oh, because you… she didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It was what it was. She knows now,” Alyssa hums. “Anyway, I was there to speak for student council. I was mid-sentence, and then they come barreling into the gym with signs and yelling at everyone.”

“Educating everyone,” Barry corrects. “Loudly and with signs.”

“Right, educating. Sorry,” Alyssa laughs. “So my mom totally loses her shit. It’s chaos. I think Trent had a cowbell at some point?”

Trent reaches into a messenger bag next to him and pulls out a cowbell, resting it on the table with a quiet thunk.

“You just keep that with you?” Janis chuckles.

“For emergencies,” Trent explains. “You’d be surprised.”

Janis tries to think of what emergencies she’s faced that would either be helped or solved with the addition of a cowbell, and surprisingly, she can think of a few.

“Of course he keeps it all the time,” Emma chuckles. “I don’t remember… most of what happened that time. But after a few days they announced that the prom was back on.”

“Because of you?” Damian asks, looking to the stars.

“No,” they all say at the same time Emma says, “I think so.”

Everyone looks her way. “I told you this at the time, but you guys really scared people! I think you at least had a part.”

“How sweet,” Dee Dee says. “Let’s say we had an ensemble part in getting it back on.”

That gets a chuckle from everyone at the table, before Barry continues with the story.

“I, obviously, had to take Emma shopping,” he says. “She only had one dress and it was… a travesty would be an understatement.”

“I’m honestly not sure where it came from,” Emma chuckles. “Just think Little House on the Prarie but somehow so much worse.”

“So we went to the mall, and found this lovely blue dress and some good shoes,” Barry says. Emma looks like she would disagree with his choice of adjectives, but nods. “Did her hair and makeup all fancy, and bought her a corsage.”

“Aww,” Cady coos. “How sweet.”

“That part was fun,” Emma agrees fondly. “But…”

“When we got there,” Barry says. “Poor thing was so excited, but it was-it was just-“

Dee Dee continues for him, as Barry gets too emotional to keep going. “It was totally empty. Barry took Emma into the gym, and it was just horrific. There were barely any decorations, and they were just thrown up. I would be stunned if they spent more than ten dollars on the whole thing.”

“Oh god,” Damian says sadly. “I heard it was a fake, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“It sucked,” Emma chuckles sardonically, trying not to get too heavy in the middle of an IHOP. “More than anything. I didn’t care about the decorations, I just… it was so lonely, you know? I realized then that so many people I thought cared about me just didn’t. So many people I thought were my friends, weren’t. I had never felt more alone.”

“It sounds awful,” Janis says.

“It was,” Emma mumbles. Alyssa takes her hand under the table and gives it a gentle squeeze. Emma looks up and gives her a sad but grateful grin.

“I was at the… other prom. The real one,” Alyssa continues, seeming ashamed. “I had no idea what they had done, everyone on student council and the PTA hid it from me too. Some of my friends had seen us together and realized I was the ‘secret girlfriend’ and were trying to break us up.”

“Which worked,” Emma admits sadly. “I called her to try to get her to come to my own personal prom so I could at least have her there, but her mom was at the real one with her and she couldn’t leave. And I just sort of… lost it. I hung up and we didn’t talk again for a week.”

“I never blamed you for that,” Alyssa murmurs gently. “You were still trying to process everything and I just added to it.”

“No, you didn’t,” Emma insists. “We can talk more later. Anyway. I ran out, obviously. And Angie actually came after me, which was nice. She just let me cry and didn’t make me do anything. Helped me get my makeup off and stuff. She even slept on my bedroom floor in case I needed something. It was kind of like having a mom there, which I really needed.”

“How fucking old-“ Angie begins, but Trent claps a hand over her mouth. Emma laughs and continues.

“And then the rest of them came by the next day even though I yelled at them,” she says.

“With ice cream!” Barry butts in. “That’s an important detail.”

“Oh yeah, they brought me Häagen Dazs,” Emma laughs. “It was cute. Especially because they thought I wouldn’t know what it was.”

“Can you blame us? You live in the most yeehaw hick town in Indiana,” Trent says. “And that’s saying something.”

“It’s not that bad,” Emma tuts. “Anyway, they brought ice cream and were trying to convince me to do something to bring more attention to what was happening. Dee Dee actually got me on a talk show at one point, but I knew I would never be able to do something like that.”

“You still owe me a house,” Dee Dee grumbles under her breath. “But what she wound up doing was much better anyway.”

“The song?” Damian asks. Emma nods.

“I had it sort of in my head for a while, and I managed to piece it together in about a week,” she replies. “I was terrified, but it was just an overnight thing. I woke up the next day and it already had two million views.”

Alyssa squeezes her hand with a proud smile. “Half of them were me.”

“The other half were Damian,” Janis chuckles. “He made me watch it at lunch one day and we both watched it so many times we knew all the words by the next day.”

“Aww,” Emma says. “You guys are so sweet.”

“We try,” Janis and Damian say at the same time, locking eyes and glaring at each other once they notice. Cady giggles at their antics.

“Anyway,” Emma laughs. “I wasn’t expecting even that many, but people just kept watching, and then I started getting all these comments on it that were so precious. All these other queer kids all over the world sharing their stories too. Eventually it got back to Principal Hawkins and all of them, and they helped figure out how to set up an inclusive prom. And funded it, which was very helpful.”

“Yeah, helpful,” Dee Dee grumbles under her breath.

“Once we saw where the money was going it was so worth it,” Barry says, gently kicking Dee Dee under the table. “It was beautiful.”

“It really was,” Emma agrees. “But god, it took forever to set up.”

“God, yeah,” Alyssa says. “Oh, and we got back together, like, as we were setting everything up, we forgot to mention that.”

“Oh yeah,” Emma says. “Her mom came when she heard what we were doing in the gym because we never got PTA approval-“

“So she was mad,” Alyssa butts in.

“Very mad,” Emma chuckles. “But you came with her and told her to stop talking, which was both hilarious and terrifying. And then you told me you loved me in front of everyone. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.”

“Me either,” Alyssa says quietly.

“Aww,” Cady says, even though she’s heard the whole story before. It’s always a good one to repeat. “How sweet.”

“So after that whole thing we finished setting everything up,” Emma continues, smiling at her girlfriend. “And it was beautiful, even I was impressed.”

“You looked so happy when everyone started showing up,” Alyssa says fondly. “I was so proud of you. I still am. You gave so many people an incredible night they wouldn’t have had without you.”

Emma flushes slightly and looks down at her lap. Alyssa squishes her cheeks in her hand to get her to look back up.

“It really was an incredible night,” she says. “And we finally got to dance together, I think that was my favorite part.”

“That was good,” Alyssa nods. “But you’re a terrible dancer.”

“Hey! Just because I didn’t take dance classes for years,” Emma pouts.

“Oh, hush, I’m joking,” Alyssa says, kissing Emma’s cheek.

“You missed,” Emma continues pouting. Alyssa frowns in confusion and kisses her cheek again, but in a different spot. “You missed.”

Alyssa gives her a chaste kiss on the lips this time, and Emma finally smiles. Alyssa rolls her eyes lovingly. “You’re such a dork, goodness gracious.”

“You guys are almost as cute as Caddy and Janis,” Damian says, trying to snap them out of it and get them to remember the presence of the group.

“Almost?” Alyssa says, her competitive side making a slight appearance. “I think you’re biased.”

“Oh, definitely,” Damian agrees. “We don’t really have any unbiased judges though.”

“True. We’ll say it’s a truce for now,” Alyssa says. “Are we all done? I need to get up for a bit. I’m stuffed.”

“I think so,” Cady says, looking around at all the empty plates around. “We could go to the beach for the sunset, if you guys want. It’s not too far a drive.”

“Ooh, yes please,” Emma says excitedly. The adults play rock paper scissors to work out payment, and Dee Dee grumbles under her breath when she loses.

“Hungry kids. Why are pancakes so expensive?”

————-

“Oh, guys, look!” Damian says, pointing to a window of a thrift shop nearby. “We could go try on dresses!”

“We?” Janis chuckles, carrying Cady on her back. “You gonna get into a ballgown, D?”

“Why not?” Damian asks. “I have the figure for it, shut up.”

“I thought we were going to the beach,” Angie says.

“We can do both,” Barry says, seeming strangely excited. “Wear dresses to the beach.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Cady says eagerly, squeezing her legs together a bit to get Janis to go in, as if she’s riding a pony. “Please?”

“I am not paying,” Dee Dee says immediately. Everyone else nods, that’s only fair.

“Fine, fine. Come along,” Trent says, leading them into the shop as their gaggle of children follow like ducklings.

—-

The employees look a bit concerned as all nine of them parade to the discounted gown section and start looking for ones in their sizes. Damian finds his first, a royal purple gown with a high neck and a slit that would reach about to his knee. He takes it off the rack and heads over to the changing room, rapidly followed by Barry with his silver gown.

“How did-“ Emma stutters. “I guess they knew what they were looking for.”

Angie helps Trent find one that would fit him, an emerald green dress with long sleeves and a nice v-neck collar. He shrugs and follows Barry and Damian. Angie then moves on to find one of her own, and picks out a sleek black dress made of lace and with a shorter skirt, about to the knee. Dee Dee follows with one she seems to have grabbed at random, a nice yellow gown complete with a cape.

Alyssa picks a pink dress with a longer train, since she wore a short dress to both of her real proms and wants to experiment a little. Cady picks a yellow one, with longer sleeves and a bow in the back. The skirt is short, which makes her a little nervous, but she decides to give it a go.

Janis and Emma both look a bit lost, staring aimlessly at the racks and flicking through them weakly.

“Jayjay, try this one,” Cady says, offering a long, red, short-sleeved gown that looks like it would have a rather tight fit. Maybe Cady has some selfish motivations here, but she’ll never admit it. Janis raises a slightly suspicious eyebrow, but takes the dress and hauls her girlfriend off to the changing rooms.

“They all look so itchy,” Emma shudders slightly. Alyssa laughs and takes one of her hands.

“If you got one made of something like this it wouldn’t be too bad,” she says, showing Emma one made of an almost satin-like material. “And it’ll only be a couple hours at most. We’re going to the beach, sand is itchy anyway.”

“True,” Emma agrees with a little nod. “I like this one.”

“So try it,” Alyssa chuckles as Emma grabs an amethyst colored ballgown with a big poofy skirt. “Come on.”

Most of their group is waiting outside the rooms, clad in their ill fitting gowns. Trent’s is a bit too big, Barry’s is missing some sequins, and Angie’s has a small hole in the sleeve, but none of them complain.

Cady and Janis open the curtains to their respective rooms, revealing their dresses to one another. Janis is somehow not tall enough to fill her dress out, which makes her look a bit like Morticia Addams, but she doesn’t mind. Cady’s is almost perfect, but the skirt clings to her legs in an odd way.

“You look nice!” Cady says, gently adjusting Janis’ sleeve as Janis tugs at her collar.

“It’s a bit tight,” Janis says, sounding rather choked.

“I can fix that once we buy it,” Barry says, looking at himself in the mirror. Everyone looks at him in concern. “What? I have a stitch kit, I’ll just cut the collar off it.”

“Oh,” everyone says. Alyssa and Emma exit the changing rooms then, prompting coos from everyone.

“Emmy, you look beautiful!” Alyssa says, pulling her girlfriend into a hug. “The color really suits you.”

“Does it?” Emma says, sarcastically striking a pose. “It feels very… purple.”

“I like purple,” Alyssa hums, adjusting Emma’s skirt.

“You look really nice,” Emma replies, looking at Alyssa’s long dress. Hers is the closest to fitting correctly out of everyone’s.

“Thanks!” Alyssa says, putting her hands on her hips and popping out a knee. Emma laughs and kisses her gently.

“Okay, let’s go!” Angie says happily, having been taking pictures of everyone like a proud mom taking photos for her Facebook. Angie, Trent, and Barry split the cost among them, and they unleash their prom-ready selves onto the public.

—————-

“So you guys just graduated, right?” Alyssa asks, strolling down the shore holding hands with Emma. Cady and Janis are also hand in hand walking next to them.

“Yep!” Cady chirps.

“So you must’ve just had your senior prom too, what was yours like?”

“It was so fun! Damian took me shopping and I had the most beautiful dress,” Cady replies eagerly. “And Janis had a suit to match and it was… she looked… so hot.”

“Ooh,” Emma teases. “Scandalous.”

“Hey,” Cady says. “I’m allowed to think she’s hot.”

“Fair enough,” Emma shrugs.

“What about you guys, how are you handling your post-prom fame?” Janis jokes.

“Pretty well,” Emma chuckles. “Or at least I think we are.”

“You certainly are,” Alyssa murmurs.

“Oh yeah, aren’t you starting a nonprofit or something?” Cady asks.

“Wait, what?” Janis asks.

“I’m trying,” Emma laughs again. “Lyss’ mom is actually helping me. And trying to start a charity looks, like, super good on college applications, so that’s nice.”

“I thought your mom started this whole fiasco,” Janis says confusedly.

“Oh, she did,” Alyssa confirms. “But she’s cool with the gays now. She had a lot of questions and stuff, and she’s still having to work pretty hard at it. Changing opinions and thought patterns that were instilled in you from

childhood is tough. But she’s trying.”

“Yeah, she came to pride with us this year,” Emma says. “It was cute, she had a rainbow pantsuit and everything.”

“Go mom,” Janis chuckles. “I’m glad she turned things around.”

“Me too,” Alyssa murmurs quietly.

“Me three,” Emma says, squeezing her hand.

“So what’s this charity you’re getting going?” Cady asks.

“It’s called the Unruly Hearts Foundation,” Emma explains. “It’s a nonprofit that takes donations and stuff to throw other inclusive events around the country. Create safe spaces. And we also donate a fair bit to LGBTQ+ shelters and stuff, too.”

“That’s awesome,” Janis says. “I’m broke but I’ll donate a bit once I get my commissions business going.”

“Thanks, Janis,” Emma chuckles. “You know, we could use some branding. A logo, stuff for our website. If you’re interest-“

“Yes,” Janis interrupts. “I’m interested. Please.”

“Groovy,” Emma laughs. “I’ll be in touch, get Cady to give you my number.”

“You say groovy too?!” Damian asks eagerly as he makes an appearance. “These two always make fun of me for it.”

“Hell yeah I say groovy,” Emma says, giving Damian a fist bump. “Sometimes it’s the only word that fits the vibes, you know?”

“Yes!” Damian says. “See? Emma gets it.”

“I think ‘tits’ is pretty versatile,” Janis says. “You kind of look like Ursula, by the way, Dame.”

“Thanks,” Damian says, swishing his purple skirt around. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

“It was,” Janis huffs. “As if I’d ever insult you.”

“You called me a ‘fucking deplorable kneecap’ on the way here,” Damian retaliates. Emma and Alyssa rode separately and burst out laughing.

“And now I have grown as a person. Developed myself.”

“It was ten minutes ago!”

“And? I’m not the same me I was two minutes ago, let alone ten,” Janis defends.

“Thank god,” Damian grumbles jokingly.

“Hey!” Janis says, breaking away from Cady and running after him. Damian shrieks and holds up his skirts to run away.

“Do we need to intervene here, Cades?” Emma asks with a slight chuckle as Damian and Janis sprint up and down the shoreline in a sort of oval.

“Nah,” Cady shrugs. “They do stuff like this about once a week. Janis knows she needs him, she won’t actually do anything.”

Just as she says that, Damian takes a hard left and runs full tilt into the lake. Janis pauses for a second before shrugging and running after him.

“Or maybe she will.”

“That water must be cold,” Alyssa chuckles in concern.

“Let’s find out!” Emma says boldly, tightening her grip on Alyssa’s hand and running them towards the water as well. Alyssa shrieks as they leap into the lake with a splash. Cady realizes she’s alone and also runs in, managing a cannonball into the water.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Barry yells, walking up on a sort of puddle of teenagers in soaking wet dresses.

“They’re being kids, let them live,” Dee Dee says. “Unrelated, can you swim?”

“Yeah, wh- don’t you dare,” Barry says, turning to face her.

“Oh, I would never,” Dee Dee says, aghast at the mere suggestion. Trent then comes sprinting up and tackles Barry into the lake. “But he would.”

Angie cackles and high fives her. Dee Dee crosses her arms over her chest and smiles down as Barry pops back up with a splutter.

“Dee Dee Allen!” Barry demands. “Get your ass in here.”

“No, I don’t think I will, thank you,” Dee Dee says casually, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet.

“Oh come on,” Angie coaxes. “It’s only fair.”

“I didn’t push him!”

“You had a role.”

Dee Dee ponders this for a moment before she begrudgingly reaches to take Angie’s hand, and they leap in together.

“Yay!” Emma cheers, delighted that all her friends made it into the lake one way or another. Some of them are significantly less happy about this, but everyone is laughing eventually.

“Hey, Caddy,” Janis says. She swims over to her girlfriend and kisses her gently, before booping her nose. “Tag. You’re it.”

Cady laughs as Janis swims away as fast as she can, rapidly followed by the rest of the group. Cady swims around for a second while she ponders her options to decide who to go after. Emma is a strong swimmer, being on her high school swim team and all. Alyssa is okay, but a bit weaker.

Barry seems to be the slowest, and gives her the best chance of success. He looks very anxious as Cady stares him down before lunging for him. He shrieks as Cady manages to snag his skirt and tap his arm under the water before she backstrokes away.

“Damn it,” he puffs. “I’m having elementary school flashbacks.”

“Better than middle school flashbacks,” Angie calls.

“Amen,” Janis says. She screams as Barry goes for her and swims away, huddling behind Damian for protection.

“Hey!” Damian whines, swimming away from her and creating a sort of three-way chase. Janis quickly gives up on Damian’s protection and swims to Cady instead.

“Protect me,” she pleads. Cady smiles as Janis hides behind her, peeking over her shoulder to check where the threat is.

“You’re so cute.”

“No I’m not,” Janis pouts. “I’m being stealthy.”

“Uhhuh,” Cady says as Janis clings to her like a precious little octopus. “If you get me tagged again I’m breaking up with you.”

“That’s fair,” Janis agrees with a shrug. Alyssa suddenly gives a shriek as Barry taps her leg under the water. “Uh oh.”

————-

After an hour or so of tag, the sun begins to set for the day. The water temperature plummets and everyone swims to shore to watch the sky be painted beautiful shades of pink and orange and purple. The adults and Damian head back to the car to go hunt for towels and dry clothes somewhere.

But Cady, Janis, Emma and Alyssa stay behind, deciding they don’t mind so much if they’re in heavy, cold dresses and getting covered in itchy sand. Cady holds Janis on her lap and Alyssa has Emma in hers, all of them staring out over the expanse of the water before them together.

“You guys should visit more often,” Cady says quietly as the first stars begin to make an appearance.

“Absolutely,” Alyssa says, looking down at her girlfriend. “This was an awesome day.”

“And we’ll have more,” Emma says.

Together.

—-

thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoyed!

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The Lady’s Guards

Pairing: Boba Fett x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Mild blood and injury, some hurt/comfort, lots of domestic bliss and fluff, I really just like writing Boba with a feisty little wifey

Summary: Din brings Grogu to visit you and Boba on Tatooine, but you run into some trouble when you try to take him out for a day of shopping

AN: Lots of people really seemed to like my OC’s Tems and Rhys, so I wanted to write a little more with them! This can be read as a stand alone or a part 2 to The Lady of the House

You return to bed but find that you’re no longer tired enough to fall back to sleep. Instead you just enjoy the warmth of Boba’s skin and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. When you can’t stand to lay still any longer you shift carefully out of his embrace and slip out of bed.

It’s not often you’re awake before him so you take advantage of this rarity. You put your robe back on, and sneak out of your chambers heading down to the kitchens. The maids are scurrying about preparing breakfast, and prepping for the larger more substantial meals later in the day.

“Good morning,” you call out softly from the top of the stairs. Everyone stops what they’re doing and turns quickly to address you. A small chorus of “my lady” and “good morning”’s greet you as you descend the stairs.

“I was hoping to help make breakfast and serve it to my husband in our chambers this morning if that’s alright,” you smile. You’re welcomed into the kitchens and allowed to help as one of the maids makes the batter for hot cakes. When the cakes have finished baking, you garnish the tray with fresh fruit, and fresh brewed caf.

Fearing for your ability to carry all of this food, you recruit one of the maids just to help you carry everything up to your chambers, and thank her for her excellent help before dismissing her and pushing through the doors.

Much to your delight Boba is still asleep when you come in. So you have time to set the table with the hot cakes and caf before climbing back onto the bed to kiss him awake. When he’s roused enough, he returns your kisses and mumbles out a good morning.

“Made you breakfast,” you nip at his cheek “and hot caf”

“Hmm, you made it?” He asks, sitting up a bit to glance over your shoulder at the table, laid out with breakfast as promised.

“Mhm, woke up a bit early, decided I wanted to spoil you my love,” you tug at his arm, pulling him with you to get out of bed. He indulges you, sitting at the table and accepting the plate full of hot cakes and more importantly the steaming up of caf.

Over breakfast you recount the events of last night, about the guards alerting you to the intrusion, the alarm on his ship, and Din hailing over the coms.

“Hmm, did he hail twice?” Boba asks draining his mug of caf

“No, just the one as far as I know” you reply, using your finger to collect a drop of sweet syrup from the hot cakes and licking it off.

“Then it’s not an emergency. Would you mind returning the com after we’re finished here? I’ll see to the intruder,” he places his plate back on the tray and reaches for the bowl of fruit. You’ve just about finished your breakfast and stack your plate as well.

“Of course darling,” you answer, kissing his head as you pass behind him to pick out something to wear for the day.

“Which guards should I see about the intruder?” He asks abandoning the fruit bowl in favor of following you to get himself ready as well.

“Oh, sorry my love, I’ve been sworn to secrecy on that matter,” you throw him a teasing look as you hold up one of your more comfortable day dresses, while he begins putting on his own robes for the day. You glance in the full length mirror, deciding that this was indeed what you wanted to wear today.

This pulls him up short, and he gives you a quizzical look. There are no secrets between the two of you, at least, not like this.

“Keeping secrets from the King of Tatootine my lady? That’s a dangerous game to play,” he’s only half dressed himself but he stops to watch you undress, and struggle with the front fastenings on your day dress.

“I’m well aware, my love but nevertheless, I gave them my word. Just go down to the dungeon and ask the guards on duty to see the one and only prisoner we currently have,” you walk towards him, and throw up your hands begging for his help to secure the ties. He didn’t expect you to hold firm on your secret, he honestly thought you’d been joking the first time.

He takes the ties and knots them properly with his surprisingly nimble fingers “Cyare, why can’t you tell me?”

“They asked me very specifically not to tell you,” you shrug. His hands still over your hips when he’s finished, holding you in place.

“Why?”

You laugh placing your hands over his and removing them gently, so he can get ready too “My darling, even your staff are intimidated by you. The pair of them were absolutely terrified you’d tear their limbs off and feed them to the rankor if you found out they entered our chambers,”

“I pay them to alert me to security breaches!” He grumbles pulling on his tunic, and beginning to secure his armor in place with your assistance.

“That’s what I told them. Promised them you wouldn’t be angry. They wouldn’t hear it, practically begged me on their knees to keep quiet about it,” you shake your head, securing his vambrace on.

“Better to be feared than loved,” he gripes, you lean up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“Hmmm... lucky you are both feared and loved,” you smile sweetly. He grins, catching your chin between his fingers and tilting your head to kiss your lips. Tasting the remains of the sweet syrup you’d spread over your hot cakes.

Later while Boba is seeing people on business, you take the time to sit down and hail Din over the coms. He answers after a minute or so of waiting and switches on the hologram function. A massive black eye comes into the viewfinder.

“Too close ad’ika,” Din pulls Grogu away from the camera, and places him in his lap as he sits down. Grogu waves, seeing your face on his end of the screen.

You wave back and smile brightly, “Hello my little green bean!” You coo

“Sorry about last night,” Din says sheepishly “Forgot about the daylight difference between Tatooine and Mandalore. I hope I didn’t wake you guys up or anything,”

You wave him off good naturedly. “Oh don’t worry about that. I was just worried something was wrong,” you say, lightly prompting him to explain the reason for his late night call.

“Nothing is wrong, really. I just have a couple things I need to talk to Fett about. And I was hoping to bring Grogu for a visit in a couple rotations,” he admits

“Absolutely! I’ll have to check with the big man, but I’m quite sure none of his appointments for the next couple days are urgent enough to take president over a visit from the Mand’alor,” you joke

“Well let me know if he says otherwise, but we’ll be there in two days time,” Din tells you, taking Grogu’s little hand and manually waving it at you.

“Will do. Bye baby! I’ll see you soon,” you give Grogu a little wave before shutting off the com.

Boba has no objection to Din and Grogu coming for a visit, and he delights in your enthusiasm to spend time (and spoil) your nephew. And in two days' time, they arrive on Tatooine as promised.

Immediately you confiscate Grogu from Din, and whisk him away to play and explore the palace, leaving Boba and Din to talk business and catch up.

The second day of their visit you ask Din if he would mind if you took Grogu out of the palace and down into the city for a day of shopping and fresh air. Din doesn’t seem to mind, trusting you wholeheartedly. But Boba insists you take guards for your safety as well as Grogu’s. It’s a small measure to ask and not an unfounded request given the type of people that still hang around Mos Eisley, so you accept his request.

“Why did it have to be us?” Tems moans as Rhys starts up the land speeder.

“You’re not even a little excited? The Lady chose us herself! That means she likes us!” Rhys says “Plus we get to drive the boss’s speeder. Tell me you aren’t at least a little excited about that,”

Tems actually is kind of excited, it’s a really nice speeder. But it does not outshine how nervous he is at the thought of being responsible for the safety of not only Boba Fett’s feisty, headstrong little queen, but also the son of The Mand’alor.

“We just have to be careful Rhys. The safety of the Lady and the child is way more important than a cool speeder,” Tems says sliding into the passenger seat. Rhys brings the speeder around to the front to the palace.

“I know that,” Rhys snips at him, coming to a stop at the palace door where you wait with Boba. Tems gets out of the speeder and holds the door open for you. You quickly press your forehead against Boba’s helmet and slide into the speeder, holding Grogu close in a wrapped silk scarf against your chest.

Tems gets back in the passenger seat, and the speeder pulls away from the palace. The trip down into the city doesn’t take very long, and thank goodness for that because Rhys is having a hard time holding his tongue. He wants to ask you a thousand questions. Instead he places all of his focus on driving carefully, listening to you softly speak to the child.

Upon arriving, Tems gets out and opens the door for you again. Tems and Rhys follow behind you at a respectful distance as you Grogu to various stalls and booths at the open air market. Making pleasant conversation with the merchants, buying Grogu snacks and little gifts he shows interest in, splurging on a few items for yourself as well.

As the afternoon goes on, Tems notices more eyes than usual trained on you as you walk from stall to stall. Eyes with ill intent. Something feels wrong, and it’s not just his anxiety. He nudges Rhys and gives him a look. He senses it too, all semblance of the distractible and energetic man he’s used to attempting to corral is gone. Replaced by a headset face, and a firm hand on his blaster.

“My lady,” Rhys addresses you directly. You’re in the middle chatting with a merchant over a purchase, you turn and smile at your guard.

“Yes?”

“My lady, we need to-” he doesn’t have a chance to finish his statement. A shrill cry of a man jumping out from behind a booth wall brandishing a vibroblade towards you cuts him off. Rhys pushes you down, shielding your body with his. While Tems tackles the man to the ground.

You don’t see the exchange, Rhys makes sure of that. He drags you off the floor behind the counter with the shopkeeper, who is cowering in fear. Grogu is whimpering and clinging to the front of your tunic, you hold him securely and try to murmur comforting words to him. You take great care to cover his massive ears, the sounds of your assailant and bodyguard fighting one another fill the tiny stall.

Onlookers in the market either flee screaming, or crowd in to watch. Rhys placed himself between you and fighting. Finally the sounds of the fighting stop, there is nothing besides Grogu’s sobs and the heavy breathing of the victor of the fight.

Rhys gives your shoulder a gentle shake. You look up at him and find his face comforting but stern. “I’m sorry my lady, but we must get you back to the palace,” he takes your arm and pulls you off the ground “now”

Rhys draws his blaster keeping it ready in case it’s needed. You look to see Tems standing at the entrance to the merchant stall, splattered in blood and shouting for the crowd to get back.

“Watch your step, my lady,” Rhys says, tugging you away from the body of your would-be attacker. You draw Grogu in a little closer, and make a point to step around the body.

The pair of them hustle you out of the market, shouting for people to get out of the way and making a show aiming their blasters at anyone that dared get too close.

The speeder trip back to the palace does not take long, Tems looks back on you and asks if you’re injured. You shake your head, and continue trying to comfort Grogu, who’s no longer crying but whimpering pitifully and unwilling to be detached from you in any way.

When the speeder pulls up to the palace both guards disembark and escort you down into the throne room, regardless of whatever business is transpiring down there. The guards on duty seem to realize you will not be kept from the throne room when they see you dirtied and disheveled, escorted by equally disheveled and bloodied guards; they let you pass without question.

The throne room has more than a few guests discussing trade and wage with Boba and Din, with Fennec providing on site security. At the sound of your foot steps descending the stairs, Boba looks up and takes in your frightful appearance.

“Get out, all of you,” Boba’s voice is sharp and clear. The other occupants of the room seem to hesitate, also caught up in the shock of seeing the queen looking so battered.

“That wasn’t a suggestion, leave” Fennec bashes the hilt of her blaster into the duracreet, making a resounding noise that jolts Boba’s guests out of their stupor. They all scramble to disperse, exiting the throne room as quickly as possible.

You quickly move deeper into the throne room, and extend Grogu to Din who’s approaching you anxiously with Boba at his heels. Grogu goes to his fathers arms without complaint and seems to settle almost immediately once he’s placed against Din’s shoulder.

“Take care of your son,” Boba says as carefully as he can manage. Din only nods and disappears down another hallway leading to guest rooms. Boba’s hand jute out, grabbing your chin and tilting your face from side to side checking you for wounds physical or otherwise. Your hand closes over his wrist, and you give him a squeeze and a nod. “Come cyare,” he whispers to you, leading you away from the throne room.

Tems and Rhys have been standing at attention the entire duration of this exchange. When you and Boba leave, they relax slightly. Rhys is ready to bolt, Tems is ready to wretch. But Fennec keeps them rooted on the spot.

“He will be back,” she says “and he’s going to want answers that are clear and to the point. Do you understand?”

They nod.

In your chambers Boba rips off his helmet and frantically checks you again for injuries. Needing to see with his own eyes. You assure him up and down that you’re perfectly fine thanks to your guards.

“What happened cyare?” He asks, holding you close despite your dusty clothes tainting his clean ones. You recount the story to the best of your ability, but you admit he would probably get more useful information from your guards.

“They saved my life,” you say honestly “and Grogu’s too. They’re good men, and they deserve our gratitude,”

Boba draws you in closer still and rests his head on top of yours. He’s reluctant to even let you out of his embrace, but you pull away.

“Go speak to them my love. I’m safe in these walls. I promise you, I won’t leave our chambers until you come back,” you tell him, cradling his handsome face in your hands. It bothers him how unphased you seem to be, though he knows you rather well, and can recognize that this will be something you process and need help with later on.

Eventually Boba does leave you so you can run a bath and get yourself cleaned up, and he can go get the full story from your guards. Fennec has perched herself on a high stool that sits behind Boba’s throne. A vantage point for her to survey the room. Meanwhile Tems and Rhys have been wringing their hands and coming down from their adrenaline highs.

“We saved the lady,” Rhys mumbled under his breath, excited once more but teeming with nerves. This is worse than the other night, when your eyes pierced his soul and scared the daylight out of him.

“We almost got Lady and the Mand’alor’s son killed in one afternoon” Tems couldn’t help his pacing back and forth across the sandy floor. His clothes were hot and sticky covered in the blood of the man he had killed. And he would gladly do it again for the good queen.

Boba’s presence reappearing in the throne room reignited both Tems and Rhys anxiety and adrenaline responses. But they stood at attention and awaited their fate with knocking knees and chattering teeth.

Boba surveyed the two men. Both strong capable young men, though one had definitely worked here longer. Something seemed familiar about these two, something Boba couldn’t place, though he had a suspicion there was a reason his wife had chosen these two particular guards to escort her down to the market.

Boba sits heavily on his throne, clears his throat and beckons them forward.

“You’ve defended my palace, protected my beloved wife and nephew, and served me well. You both have my gratitude and my respect. Any reward you desire, name it and it’s yours” Boba says “All I ask of you now it the truth. Tell me what happened today,”

At first neither man speaks. Tems finally breaks the silence, but can not find it himself to look Boba in the eye.

“In the market today. I noticed a man following us. He went into a secluded market stall carrying wares the lady seemed interested in. He tried to attack the lady with a vibroblade. I killed this man,” Tems says “It’s been a long time since Tatooine was ruled by a fair and just hand, my Lord. I have lived here since the Hutts ruled the Dune Sea and promoted the slave trade. I am honored to serve you and your worthy cause my lord. I ask for no other reward”

Boba nods, and casts his gaze over to the younger man.

“If I may sir. I took your wife and nephew to safety while my partner dispatched the attacker. I would have willingly given my life to save theirs,” Rhys bows his head in respect, but looks up again to ask his favor “If you are willing to offer a reward for what happened today, I only have one request. I have a younger sister, Talece. She’s smart and responsible, but struggles to find work due to her inability to speak. I humbly ask for her to have a place in your palace. She can cook, clean, serve in whatever way you ask of her, my lord”

Tems shifts his eyes over to his friend. He didn’t know Rhys had a mute sister, or a sister at all. He’d have to ask about it later.

“I’m sure my wife can find use for another maid, bring her tomorrow. If the lady of the house has a need for her, then she is welcome to stay,” Boba nods. He looks back to Tems but addresses them both “Your service and dedication today will not be forgotten. But for now, you are both dismissed and relieved of your duties for the rest of today,”

Tems and Rhys bow low and thank Boba Fett for his generosity, before scurrying away to get clean and unwind from this whole ordeal.

Boba dismisses Fennec as well and tells her to cancel all of his remaining appointments for the rest of the day. He goes back to you in your chambers to find you clean, wrapped in a dressing gown and drying your hair while sitting on the bed.

He removes his armor at record breaking speed, and climbs onto the bed pulling you down with him regardless of your wet hair.

“I suspect I’ve discovered which of the guards came into our room the other night,” he says, stroking your arm. You nod, there’s no point in lying to him about it if he’s already figured it out.

“I like them,” you say “They’re good guards, and good men,”

“The younger one. He’s got a sister, asked me to give her a job,” he tells you

“And?”

“And you’ve got a new handmaiden if you’d like. If not she can join the kitchen staff,” he continues stroking your arm. At this you pull away from him a bit and prop yourself up on his chest to stare down at him. Meeting his deliciously dark eyes.

“For all the fear you strike in the hearts of others, you do seem to have a tender heart underneath your glare and beskar,” you tease him, dropping your head down to kiss his lips

#Star Wars #The Mandalorian #Boba Fett #Boba Fett x reader #OC Tems #OC Rhys #Tems is still scared of Boba #Rhys isn’t as dumb as we thought #I love this version of Boba and Reader

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rhysgoodwin · 3 years

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Day 30 - Catastrophic @daily-writing-challenge

Rhys stared out over the pumpkin patch with a confused cringe. Somehow the pigs had managed to escape from their pen and treat themselves to all these beautiful pumpkins...meant for the upcoming fall festival this weekend. The damage was catastrophic, there wouldn’t be much to salvage which meant the family he worked for would probably lose out on a whole lot of gold.

Had he left the gate open? Surely not, he was smarter than that, especially after the ‘Great Winter Veil Goat Incident’. After wandering over to inspect their pen, everything appeared to be in proper order and someone must have just accidentally left this open. That’s when he heard the faint sobbing from around the side of the barn. “Mrs. Padley?” He peeked his head around the corner and sure enough the poor woman was sitting on a bale of hay and having a minor breakdown. “Are you okay?”

“It’s all my fault, he’s gonna kill me…I totally forgot...” She sobbed, gesturing towards the demolished pumpkins.

“He’s not gonna kill you…” Hopefully. He was a nice enough man for the most part, but if you got him angry he could turn a little violent. Not so much hitting anyone, at least that Rhys was aware of, but more so breaking things and punching inanimate objects. He had some anger issues. Rhys chewed on his lower lip as he glanced down towards the woman, “It can be my fault? I’ll tell him I must have forgot to latch their pen.”

Eve’s tearfilled, brown eyes fluttered up to him before she practically jumped into his arms to give him a hug. Rhys happily returned the gesture, he always craved affection. Plus, she smelled like fresh cut grass and newly washed laundry, and her little cloth nightgown was so soft beneath his calloused hands.

“You are such a sweet boy, thank you.” She leaned back and gave his hands a squeeze before popping up onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss at the very corner of his lips. “I’ll make it up to you later, mmm?” She gave him a wink before wiping away her tears and returning to the house.

Rhys could feel his cheeks flush, that was unexpected. Maybe she would make him a nice breakfast, he did love breakfast the most. She was so nice to him. His gaze drifted back towards the pumpkin massacre and he sighed. Right. Hopefully he could enjoy that breakfast before her husband saw all this.

#dwc2021 #day302021 #rhys #story #somewhere in the distance mrs. robinson is playing

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abraxos-is-toothless · 3 years

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Summer Lovin’ (Lucien x Tarquin)

Hello all!

This fic is something new, and will be in multiple parts, updated as and when I finish the next part. It is a Lucien x Tarquin fic. I know what you’re think but I had this thought about them because everyone writes crackships, but then I told @tswaney17 and the two of us fell in love with the idea. She is to thank for this spiral.

I’m using my general ACOTAR tag list for this, but you do not have to read it. Also do let me know if you would like to be kept out of the tags for this in the future. (The title is just something for now because I honestly haven’t decided something yet😂)

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Lucien’s life had been chaotic lately, but still, he hadn't quite expected this to happen, of all things.

Elain had finally said she didn't want this bond between them. He knew it was going to happen and he couldn't exactly blame her. Having it related to a traumatic experience wasn't going to be something positive, and no matter what the Cauldron thought of them matching each other, accepting the bond wouldn't have made them happy. She had the Spymaster for that, and Lucien was grateful to see how much she’d healed since seeing her as skin and bones in the library of the House of Wind. Azriel helped her and loved her; it wasn’t something predestined or whatever other shit people liked to talk about. They had chosen it for themselves, and Lucien couldn’t fault them for being happy.

Then came one of the biggest bombshells of his life.

Beron was not his father.

Though he had found out several months ago, it was still fresh in his mind, as though it were yesterday that he had been told.

Lucien still didn’t understand what he was doing in the River House. Rhysand had turned up in the human lands this morning to get him. When he’d asked why, the bastard just smiled at him. Lucien had honestly thought that the male might have been taking him to his death. But then he winnowed them into an office, Feyre sitting in the window, little Nyx in her arms and a content smile on her face. Now it was a few hours later, Nesta had been and gone, collecting her nephew for his nap, and still, he didn’t know why they had brought him here.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on now, or do I have to wait several more hours?” Rhys was just smiling from where he sat on his chair, wings hidden and humming, making Lucien roll his eyes. Feyre came to sit next to her mate, giving him a reprimanding look. She gave Lucien a soft smile.

“Just a little longer, I promise.” Feyre had barely even finished the sentence when there was a knock on the door. “There we go.” She stood, smoothing the skirts of her dress before walking towards the door, trailing light fingers over Rhys’ shoulder as she went. When she pulled the door open, Lucien could honestly say he was shocked to see that it was Helion on the other side, led by Cassian.

“Your guest, dearest sister. Please, take him.” Helion let out a low chuckle behind the general. He placed a hand over his heart, faking pain when Cassian turned to look at him.

“You wound me. Why so hasty to get rid of me?”

“If you keep looking at time the way you are, I will not be held responsible for what Nesta does to you in a jealous rage.” Helion’s retort was cut off when the female in question shouted from somewhere else in the house.

“You can take him! He’s been a pesky annoyance as of late.” Cassian disappeared then, grumbling about how she didn’t mean that, he was never annoying and Nesta was madly in love with him. Which was true,-the madly in love part, not Cassian not being annoying- anyone could see it. Lucien would never tell her about the doe eyed look she got though. He valued actually being alive.

Helion laughed again, bending down to kiss Feyre on one cheek and then the other.

“Feyre, you look as lovely as you always do. Motherhood suits you.”

“That I agree with entirely.” Rhys said as his mate welcomed the newcomer into the room, closing the door gently behind them.

“I’ve told you Rhysand, no more babes until Nyx is older.” The male nodded in agreement, though Lucien thought they were going to be having this discussion a lot in the near future. She smacked him over the back of the head when he smirked, before sitting once more. He had a feeling they were talking to each other in secret again. “Have you made it so no one can hear us?” She asked when they were all settled. Helion now sat in the chair next to him, giving him a nod, Feyre sitting on the arm of Rhysand’s seat. The High Lord of the Night Court gave a dip of his head. “Warded the moment you closed the door, my love.”

“Good. Now, onto what we brought the both of you here for.”

Helion crossed an ankle over the other knee, hands linked where they rested in his lap. The High Lord of Day was dressed in a mix of gold and black. Gold fabric covered his body. One side of his chest left bare, clothing pinned at the other, flowing down his body, belted at the skirt. It was embroidered around the hem with reds and greens, and it seemed to shimmer like glitter under moonlight. Sandals wrapped around the dark skin of his calves. “Forgive me for asking, but why such secrecy? Can you not trust your own family?”

Lucien didn’t understand why they were being so careful all of a sudden, either. Any time he’d been in here, discussing all the problems they were still trying to overcome from the war with Hybern, they’d never stopped the others inside the house from being able to hear too. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the side. “The information will leave this room when you do, and you will do with it as you see fit.”

Lucien spoke then, frustrated. “You brought me here hours ago, told me absolutely nothing on why I had to come. Just tell us what’s going on.” Rhys raised a dark brow at him, but said nothing, so he turned to Feyre. She sighed, wringing her hands together before stopping herself. It was one of her nervous traits, and nervous traits accompanied by serious conversations never boded well.

“Back when we were trying to get the High Lords to work together, to help us against Hybern, you told us a story about Lucien’s mother, Helion.”

“Yes, I did.” Lucien hadn’t known that. But he supposed looking for Myriam and Drakon meant he wasn’t privy to a lot of information. There were things from the time he was gone that he was still learning about.

“Including the affair that you had.” Lucien sucked in a sharp breath, slowly looking at the male seated beside him. Beron was not nice to his mother, he knew that. But the man had spies everywhere, always had. He would have had to have known about his mother being with Helion. And if he knew, he would have had her killed for it.

“But my mother lives. My father wouldn’t have allowed her to live after he’d found out. And trust me he knows, he always knows when his family isn’t doing exactly what he wants them to.” Beron would have wanted to set an example, a vicious one at that. He showed that with what happened to Jessminda. Thinking of her only made Lucien think fondly of their good memories together now. He was no longer attacked by grief and self hatred, though waves of sadness would come and go. On the bad days, the storm in his head made them rough and dangerous, but those were few and far between.

Feyre started to look uncomfortable, causing Rhys to continue. “To have killed her, would have caused a scandal. He was younger then, and it wouldn’t have done him any good.”

Lucien still didn’t understand and it was starting to piss him off. His fire tempted its boundaries, flames growing hotter and higher in his frustration. It felt as if it were boiling his blood, heating his skin. He pushed it down into the depths where it belonged. “The only scandal is that she wasn’t faithful. The gods know he fucking hasn’t been. But then again it was always ‘do as I say and not as I do’ with him anyway.” Feyre simply shook her head at him. He opened his mouth to say something, to say how pointless this meeting was if they weren’t going to get to the point, when Helion suddenly sucked in a sharp breath from beside him. Lucien startled slightly.

“Mother above.” He breathed. “He can’t be. No, you’re lying, I don’t believe you.” Helion just stared at Lucien when he turned to him, amber eyes wide, mouth partly open.

“I’m not lying, Helion. I figured it out that day, and I’ve also had his mother confirm, but do not ask me how. You can see why Beron hated him the most now.” Lucien was severely done with them taking but still not explaining anything to him.

“Confirm what! What are you fucking talking about?” Rhysand looked at him, not even phased by his outburst.

“Beron is not your father, Lucien.” No. No. They were lying. When he looked at Feyre, when he looked at his friend, she gave him a small nod. He looked back at the male beside him, the male who seemed to be shocked into silence by the situation.

As if Lucien’s life couldn’t get anymore fucked.

It had been months since that day. Feyre told them again that she wouldn’t say how she’d been in contact with his mother, and Lucien didn’t want her to tell him anything anyway, no matter how much he wished to find out so he could see how she was. To talk to her himself. It would put her at risk, and Lucien wouldn’t allow that. And he knew now that Helion wouldn’t either. His father. The High Lord of Day was his father. Lucien was the sole heir to the Day Court. Helion had been nothing but welcoming in the time sincerely but he never pushed. Said that it didn’t have to mean anything, if it wasn’t what he wanted. Lucien had been a little confused with his wants at first, but had decided that he wanted them to acknowledge it. Wanted them to get to know each other.

Helion asked him a few weeks ago to stay with him. They didn’t have to be in the same building, that Lucien could stay wherever he liked in the Day Court, but he did want him to stay. Lucien had found he couldn’t refuse. Jurian and Vassa had been angry with him, saying that he was just abandoning them, that clearly he’d only used them. He had tried to explain that he’d just found the one who had actually fathered him. That he wanted them to have some kind of relationship, something that was robbed from the both of them. The two wouldn’t hear it, and told him to leave. So he went. They had each been closer to each other than they ever had with Lucien anyway.

That was how he was here now, standing in the garden of the small townhouse his father had found for him, the male in question standing across from him. Helion was standing in the early morning rays, arms at his sides, golden crown absent and spouting words Lucien never thought he’d hear in his life. “You want to do what?” Lucien said, still wondering if this was something that was actually happening. Helion sighed, rubbing both hands over his face for a moment, before pulling them away.

“I know that it’s not even been that long since we’ve found out the truth. And I know I don’t have the right to ask anything of you, but I think this could be the biggest step towards allying the courts together.” Lucien could see the frustration on his face, knowing that he struggled to ask this.

“You want me to marry the High Lord of Summer?”

“Yes.”

“Does he know that you want to do this?” Helion moved closer to him a little.

“I proposed a marriage alliance to Tarquin, but I didn’t say who. He agreed after a lengthy discussion, but only if who I chose wanted it. You know I haven’t formally announced that you are my son yet, and this would mean I’d have to.” Lucien folded his arms across his chest, suddenly self conscious.

“And you don’t want to announce it?”

“No.” Lucien stopped, hands tightening where they rested on his biceps. Helion, suddenly realising what he’d said, scrambled to backtrack. “Gods, I meant yes. Yes I want to tell them all I have a son. I just weren’t sure if you were ready for that.” His father let out an unsteady breath, meeting Lucien’s eyes for a second before looking away, only two repeat that over and over. “You don’t have to do this, but having my son marrying into another court makes the alliance stronger than if I were to pick out anyone else.” Lucien understood. And he understood wanting all of the courts to get along. It would mean they could truly live in peace, something they had all hoped for.

“I’ll do it.” Helion’s head shot up, disbelief written across his face.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I really thought you were going to say no, probably yell at me or something.” Lucien’s brows furrowed, a red lock of hair falling in front of his face.

“Why would I do that?” Helion sighed, almost exasperated. Though Lucien noticed he didn’t hold tension in his shoulders anymore, seemed more relaxed and at ease now that Lucien had answered him.

“Because I didn’t want you to think I was using you. Also, I didn’t even ask. Do you like males? That should have been a question right? I mean, I just assumed, I shouldn’t have.” His father was rambling, and Lucien chuckled.

“Yes, I like males. And Tarquin is a good male, a good High Lord. It might not end in love but, I might get a friendship out of it.” Lucien smiled, a full grin, teeth showing. It was something he realised he hadn’t done in a long, long time. Suddenly the breath was sucked out of him, and strong arms wrapped around his body. It took a moment, but Lucien returned the gesture, hugging him back. Helion was taller than him, and nearly pulled him off of his feet.

“I’m sorry. Sorry for asking. I should have found another way.”

“It’s alright. I think this might be good for me. I had Tamlin and we both know how that ended. I didn’t fit, at the Night Court, not like they do. And Jurian and Vassa...well, I told you what happened. Maybe I’ll find a home with Tarquin.” Helion pulled back, holding his shoulders, a soft smile on his face.

“You may not think it, but you fit here. I never got to be there before, and part of me is glad because the not knowing kept you and your mother safe, but I’m here now. I want to be your father.”

“Thank you.” They decided to continue walking through the garden then. Mostly in companionable silence, occasionally asking the odd question here and there. Lucien was getting lost in his own thoughts. He wondered whether Tarquin would be okay that it was Lucien he was marrying. If they’d be able to make some kind of happy life together. The few times he’d seen him before, Lucien could admit he was attracted to him. It was easy to make conversation with Tarquin, to find common interests. There was the chance it would never turn romantic and Lucien would be okay with that, but at least he’d have a companion to live his life with.

Maybe this was his chance to get his own happy ending.

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Well there it is. The beginning. You’ll see Tarquin next time I promise but I just wanted to give you something to see if you were going to like the story or not. Please be respectful, I’m tired of the ship wars. I want this to be a safe place for me to post the ideas that I have.

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#acotar fic #a court of thorns and roses #lucien x tarquin #lucien vanserra #helion #tarquin #high lord of day #high lord of summer #lucquin #they’re officially my babies #my fic #my writing #haz writes #acotar fan fic #acosf spoilers #possibly?

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julemmaes · 4 years

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"OH you are jealous" for nessian please❤️❤️❤️

Jealousy - October 10th

Nesta Archeron x Cassian

A/N: LOOOOVE THIS. Nessian is kinda competing lately for the second place on my top 3 otp (yeah I know what otp means, no need to correct me) and I think by the end of this week they’ll probably get the place yk. Hope you like this and again, sorry if they’re all coming by extremely late, but I have a life;)

Word count: 2,374

Nesta was shouting from the stands while Azriel passed the ball to Cassian and her boyfriend started running to reach the touchdown. Helion and Rhysand were protecting him, tackling and pushing anyone who tried to steal the ball from him. Lucien had entered the field to replace one of the defenders who had been suspended and was now running alongside him.

Halfway through the game, Eris, who was one of the best players on their team despite his bully temper, had seriously injured one of the players from the opposing school and the game had to be interrupted for about twenty minutes.

Nesta and her sisters were shocked to see the injured boy's leg bent into an unnaturally angle and she was so sorry when what must have been his girlfriend ran out onto the field on the verge of tears. The boy's heartbreaking scream had been horrifying and Nesta knew that if anything like that ever happened to Cassian she would beat up whoever tried to hurt him herself.

The opposing school, Adarlan High School, was struggling a bit and Nesta was really sorry that the players couldn't properly focus on the game. She realized on her own that the concern for their friend had to be greater than winning the championship. It was a huge displeasure, also considering that until that moment they had proved to be worthy opponents and that both teams had given a hard time to the other.

Even without Eris, however, their team was doing very well and when Cassian finally reached the extreme in the opponent's part of the field before the last quarter of time ended, the stadium exploded in chaos between screams of joy and chants to exalt the players.

Feyre hugged Nesta with enthusiasm, while they too joined in the chants and the girl managed to see Cassian shouting as he crossed the field and threw himself at his teammates. They all started laughing wildly and when the students began to take to the field to cheer the players and celebrate, Nesta did not hesitate to join the crowd.

She kept her gaze fixed on Cassian, who was getting pats on the back and hugs from everyone as he yelled to his friends how proud he was of them. She saw Tarquin jump on him and throw him on the ground and not a second later, the whole team was throwing itself at him. Nesta burst out laughing, imagining her boyfriend crushed by all those smelly, heavy bodies. Cassian always told her how much he hated that part of the games where everyone was attacking him since he was captain, but she knew how much he really loved his team.

Once on the field, Nesta was scrambling to make her way through the crowd, Elain's hand wrapped around her arm so they wouldn't get lost. The noise was deafening, but she could still hear Feyre loud and clear when she said, "Oh fuck, here they are."

She didn't need to ask who it was, she knew very well that her sister was referring to the cheerleading team.

She saw Amarantha's red hair and Feyre snickering sarcastically when she hugged Rhysand from behind, who stood oblivious to everything while talking animatedly to Helion, "Oh, hell, no."

Elain giggled amusedly when another one of the girls threw herself at Azriel and he jerked aside, looking at the cheerleader confused and stepping away, raising an eyebrow and inspecting the crowd around him. The middle sister didn't even say anything before running towards him.

As soon as Azriel saw her, he opened his arms wide, smiling widely and letting the force of the impact of Elain's body overcome him, throwing them both to the ground. Nesta could not help but smile, seeing them both laughing carefree as they rolled around in the field. She gasped when Thesan threw himself on them and Azriel had to move quickly to avoid him hitting Elain.

Feyre laughed, "Jeez, they are so stupid." then she looked her in the eye, smiling, putting her hand on her arm, "I'm gonna go to Rhys, I'll meet you later." she warned her waving.

Nesta nodded distractedly, focusing her gaze on the people around them, in search of that familiar bun of his. Her stomach twisted when she saw two equally familiar black braids flying in the air. Two braids that she well knew belonged to Emerie.

The girl was hugging Cassian like every time after a victory. Nesta knew full well that Emerie had been Cassian's friend long before she even got to Velaris, and her boyfriend had reassured her several times that there was nothing between him and Emerie, but there was always that bit of doubt in her mind that prevented her from making friends with the girl. That made her wonder if they were not meant to be together. After all, it was not so unusual for the quarterback of the football team to get together with the captain of the cheerleading team.

Everyone was always questioning how Cassian could be with a bitch like Nesta and not with Emerie who had a body to envy even the most beautiful model.

Looking at the three from the outside, you could not understand why the guy had chosen the perfect schoolgirl with a stick up her ass instead of the nice and always available perfect girl next door that everyone would want as a girlfriend.

Cassian seemed to be having so much fun and didn't seem to be looking for her and Nesta, not wanting to bother him and risking to burst that bubble of his, possibly precarious, decided to go back and get on the sidelines, watching him for a while longer. He was smiling so light-heartedly that she couldn't hold back the smile that popped out on her lips shortly after.

Coach Drakon was congratulating the other trainers and when she turned in his direction, only realizing at that moment that she was alone on the sidelines, he smiled at her, apologizing to the coach of the opposing team and going towards her.

Nesta kept her arms crossed at her chest, hoping to look confident, and not indignant and uncertain about what she should do. Hoping not to seem desperate that her boyfriend hadn't even noticed her absence on the field.

Drakon put one arm around her shoulders - just as Cassian held his on Emerie's shoulders and the other tightly around Tarquin's shoulders - looking her in the face with a curious expression, "What are you doing here all grumpy?"

Nesta loved Coach Drakon with all her heart, but sometimes she would have preferred him to mind his own business. When she didn't answer, the man looked at his players, looking at Cassian. He clicked his tongue once, "I see."

Nesta arched an eyebrow, looking at him sideways, "You do?"

Drakon laughed, giving her a quick squeeze on the shoulder and dropping his arm, putting himself in front of her, so as to cover her view of the entire crowd. "You're not as discreet as you think you are, my dear Nesta."

The girl grunted, "I'm not doing anything."

"I can see that for myself." replied the coach, trying to hide a smile, "And that's the problem, don't you think?"

Nesta looked him in the eye, gritting her teeth, "I think Cassian is enjoying the glory of his victory and I don't want to bother him."

"I've known Cassian for four years, darling, and I can assure you that he has never shown an ounce of how he feels for you to that girl over there." he placed his hand on her shoulder again, squeezing, "And as little as I know cheerleaders," he continued, "Emerie is harmless."

Nesta grimaced, "How do you know for sure?"

"Must I remind you who trains them?" he asked her laughing with that deep laugh that made half the teachers in their school drool. She shook her head, knowing full well that Myriam and Drakon had been married for more than ten years and were in charge of cheerleading and football teams respectively.

"Well," he muttered, "because those girls do nothing but gossip during practice, just like my boys, and Myriam and I know exactly who likes who. Trust me when I tell you Emerie is not a threat." Nesta nodded, sighing.

Drakon smiled at her as a father would with his daughter, "And Cassian would never do you such a wrong. That boy loves you too much to disrespect you in like that," he reassured her. She was about to thank him, when a more than familiar voice caught the attention of both of them.

"Coach!" cried Cassian, "Sir, have you seen Nest-" Drakon turned around, revealing Nesta hidden behind him and Cassian's distressed expression shifted. He smiled at her, standing next to the man and then frowned, shifting his gaze between the two of them, "What are you doing here? I've been looking for you for half an hour."

Nesta had to refrain from correcting him. The game was over no more than ten minutes earlier. She shrugged, "I stopped to talk to the coach and didn't want to bother you." she smiled lovingly at him. He reached out his hand to her and Nesta took it without hesitation, letting herself be pulled against his chest.

Cassian was looking closely at her face and Nesta closed her eyes when he pressed his hand to her cheek, "Are you sure? Everything okay?" he muttered when she opened her eyes again, looking at him in turn. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him, nodding slowly.

Drakon cleared his voice, congratulating Cassian and telling him that they would talk later in the locker room about what happened with Eris and the other player.

Cassian didn't even look at him, too focused on Nesta's face, looking for something that would make him understand what the problem was, but he answered affirmatively, assuring him that he would go to the opposing team to apologize for his teammate's unsporting attitude.

As soon as the man was gone, Nesta smiled sincerely, bending her head back, inviting him to kiss her. Cassian, however, did not seem inclined to accept her invitation, "What's going on, sweetheart?"

When Cassian called her sweetheart, the tone in which he uttered it, said a lot about his state of mind and from the way he had just said it, Nesta knew that he was really worried, so she chuckled, stroking his back and stopping immediately under his shoulder blades, where the shoulder protection started, "Nothing is going on, Cass, don't worry."

"So you're telling me that I found you on the sidelines talking all serious to my coach after we won the most important game of the championship instead of with my friends and with me because nothing is upsetting you?" he asked her, arching an eyebrow. Nesta freed herself from his grip, sliding a thumb over the wrinkles on his forehead. His expression relaxed for a moment before it grew hard again.

Nesta sighed, "I saw you with Tarquin and Helion and..." she mumbled, without meeting his eyes, "And Emerie and I didn-".

Cassian interrupted her, "Oh." he made a surprised face, then tilted his head back, bursting out laughing. Nesta was startled, "What is it?"

When he stopped laughing, he looked at her much more relaxed than a few seconds earlier and had that cocky smile on his lips. He leaned forward over her, taking her lips with his own, kissing her passionately. When Cassian's tongue caressed her lower lip, Nesta let go a breath out of her nose and opened her mouth slightly, letting him in.

Cassian's hands slid down and he bent down even more, grabbing her under the thighs and pulling her up so that she tied her legs around his hips. Her arms instead tied around his neck and her hands ended up in his sweaty hair, now left loose on his shoulders.

When Nesta ran out of breath she broke off and Cassian went after her, trying to catch her mouth with his own. She laughed, bringing her hand to his lips, pushing him back.

Cassian smiled at her, squinting, "So you are jealous."

Nesta closed her eyes, grimacing, "Don't say it like that."

"Like what?" he asked, sniggering and making them both tremble. One of the hands clasped around her thighs gave a light squeeze.

Nesta leaned her forehead against one of his shoulders, "As if it were something to be proud of." she complained. She settled her head better, so that it was placed between his neck and shoulder. Cassian held her tighter, kissing her ear.

"Yeah, sorry," he told her amusedly, "But it makes me laugh."

"And why should my insecurities make you laugh?" she asked, only slightly offended. She pulled herself up, looking him in the eye. She found a spark of love there that warmed her chest.

Cassian gave her a quick peck on the lips, "Because I love you so much that I don't even see the other girls and you feel threatened by Emerie," he chuckled, glancing across the field, "Emerie who's clearly been trying to get Tarquin in her bed for months now."

Nesta shifted her gaze to the crowd of students and the second Cassian put her down so he could turn around too, Emerie jumped forward, grabbing Tarquin by the shoulders and pulling him towards her.

Nesta gasped, "Oh, wow."

"About time!" Cassian shouted, loud enough for his friend to hear. Emerie raised a middle finger in their direction, but the gesture was soon pulled back when Tarquin grabbed her face in his hands and the kiss grew more passionate. Their teammates were cheering them on, jumping on each other.

Cassian turned towards her, holding her hand, and began to walk towards his brothers. He was stroking the back of her hand with one thumb and each caress was a burst of energy for her. When he bent over her, bringing his mouth closer to her ear, Nesta had to suppress the chills.

"See? I'm all yours." he looked at her with glistening eyes of emotion and Nesta felt every worry slip over her.

All hers.

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Inmate Intimacy pt. 3 (Nessian)

Here’s the final part! I’ll be working on some asks in my box next :)

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~Cassian~

As soon as the phone clicked through, Cassian told his best friend, “Get me the hell out of here.”

“Hello to you, too, asshat,” Rhysand grumbled. “You realize you’re calling me at seven in the morning?”

“I don’t dictate when phone privileges are,” Cassian practically growled back.

He knew he should be a little grateful Rhys had even taken his case for free, but right now he couldn’t care less.

If he didn’t get released soon, he was bound to do something amazingly stupid with Nesta which she’d probably come to regret. And he couldn’t have her regretting their first time together.

So he felt perfectly justified as he yelled, “Get your ass out of bed and get me out of here!”

A pause.

Then Rhys asked, perfectly calm, “Did someone make you their bitch or something?”

Yes.

“No. There’s just a- just figure something out, man.” He let a little of the sexual frustration and overall desperation seep into his voice. “Please.”

A heavy sigh. “Well, I was going to just surprise you, but since you’re yelling at me, you’re getting released tomorrow, jackass.”

Cassian couldn’t help himself from shouting, “What the fuck!”

Another sigh. “I was just going to come get you. Should be tonight at like six.”

Serotonin and pure fucking happiness shot through him like a bullet, and he laughed. “That’s perfect.”

“Something tells me you don’t want me to pick you up.”

“Your intuition,” he told his friend seriously, “is astounding. Thanks, man. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m amazing. I’m going back to sleep.”

The line went dead, and he laughed again. He’d been prepared for another week or something, but tonight? In less than twelve hours? Hell, yes.

Still grinning like a complete dumbass, he turned and strode down the hallway, starting to think about his plan for the evening.

~Nesta~

Today had been a long day.

No, strike that. Today had been the longest day of her life.

Besides an early visit from Inmate #9356--during which they somehow managed to keep their hands off each other--nothing exciting had happened.

Actually, her appointment with Cassian had even been pretty boring. He’d come in for all of two minutes for his shot and had stared at her with the biggest, most obnoxious grin on his face the whole time. As soon as she’d given him a cotton ball, he’d hopped off the table, slapped a kiss to her cheek, and disappeared.

Weird, but the man wasn’t exactly normal.

Checking her watch, she noticed it was time to get out of here.

Fucking finally.

A hot bath and a huge glass of wine were practically calling her name.

After quickly changing from her scrubs into jeans and a sweatshirt, she headed towards the exit. She nodded at the guard, getting a little confused when he winked and wagged his eyebrows but figuring it was probably just her imagination.

But when the front gate slowly swung open, revealing who stood in the parking lot, everything clicked into place.

Cassian was leaning against a jet black muscle car, arms crossed over his chest, smiling at her.

If that wasn’t an indicator that he’d been released, his change of attire sure as hell was. He was in dark jeans, boots, and a tight black t-shirt that clung to him and showcased his build. His tattoos were on full display, and his curly hair was down for once, blowing softly in the wind.

In short, he looked like every dream Nesta had ever had in her life stuffed into one human being.

She walked up to him, suddenly well aware she probably looked like garbage next to him, and said, “You know, it’s probably not wise to hang around after breaking out of prison.”

He just laughed and extended a hand to her, the silent demand clear.

Nesta walked into his arms, put her head against his chest, and smiled happily. Without even looking, she could tell he was mimicking the expression.

“I got released, baby,” he finally said, pulling back to run a thumb over her cheek. “So I figured I’d take you up on your very generous offer to let me buy you a drink.”

“I’m in jeans and a sweatshirt,” she told him, shaking her head. “I’m not going anywhere nice.”

“You always look beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes, hiding a smile behind her hand. Cassian stepped away from the car and opened the door for her. “Let’s go.”

Too easy. “Wow, getting the door for me? The system really helped reform you, didn’t it?”

He stuck his tongue out at her like the very mature gentleman he was. “Just get in the car. Please.”

“Such good manners, too,” she murmured as she gave in and slid in the passenger seat.

Snuggling down into the surprisingly comfortable seat, she noticed how the smell she’d associated with him--smoke and earth and honey--was amplified in here. Gods, he smelled good.

She inhaled deeply, blushing when Cassian settled in next to her and noticed. He gave her a satisfied smile and cranked the car up.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going on a very fancy, very formal date to my favorite bar,” he said with a grin. Then he suddenly looked at her with a nervous glance, “You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”

The way he said vegetarian made it sound like martian.

She shook her head. A burger actually sounded pretty great right about now.

Twenty minutes later, said burger was placed in front of her, along with a beer and a huge container of fries.

And if you thought her side of the table was fattening, Cassian’s was a hundred times worse.

Nesta picked up her burger and started to eat, watching the man across from her and trying to suppress a smile. She’d never thought anyone eating would be funny, but that was before she’d seen a former inmate taste something besides not-really-meat-meatloaf in a month.

He finished off his first burger and grabbed the second, a happy little smile on his face.

“You eat like a crazy person,” she told him.

Golden eyes flashed up to hers. “Fuck like one, too.”

She choked on her fry, hiding it behind a cough. To change the subject, she asked, “So what do you do? When you’re not in prison, of course.”

“Such a funny woman.” He rolled his eyes. “I do a lot of random stuff, like occasionally work at my friend Azriel’s bar, but mostly I’m a trainer.”

“Makes sense.”

The look in his eye said he knew, but he asked, “Why?”

She rolled her eyes. “You either eat small children for breakfast or work out a lot.”

“What about you?”

Giving him a look, she replied, “I’m a nurse, Cassian.”

“I know, smartass. But what about when you’re not working?”

“I read a lot.” And watch reality shows. “And I run sometimes.”

He stole some fries off her plate and asked, “What were you going to do tonight? Before you got swept off your feet by a handsome criminal?”

“My feet are still on the ground,” she assured him with a smirk. “I was going to take a bath and drink a lot of wine. Very exciting life I live, I know.”

Suddenly, he was on his feet, throwing a couple bills on the table. “Well, let’s go. I’d hate to disrupt your evening further.”

Even though she knew that was a flat-out lie, she took his outstretched hand and followed him back to his car. “Where to now?”

“My apartment.”

“How presumptuous,” she commented, even though she got in without argument.

“Not for that reason, you pervert,” he said with a dramatic eye roll. “I’m just trying to show you I have somewhere to live with more than four walls.”

“Mmhm.”

He grinned, reaching over to put a hand on her thigh. Unable to help it, she traced the lines of his tattoo, down each finger, over his hand, up his forearm.

“Nesta,” he murmured, voice a little deeper. “Stop distracting me.”

You know when someone tells you not to do something, and it only makes you want to do it more?

Well, that’s what happened.

Or maybe it was just the fact that she couldn’t control herself around him.

Either way, she didn’t listen.

Gripping his hand, she brought it up to her face, then drew one of his fingers into her mouth.

His knuckles went white around the steering wheel, jaw clenched, and his eyes glared at the car in front of them as if that would make it move.

She released his finger, only to lean across the center console and press herself into his arm. She kissed his ear, then tugged on it with her teeth.

He continued to drive, silent and broody, as she moved down to his neck. There was something about the way his skin felt against her lips that drove her insane.

She dragged her tongue up the column of his neck, smiling when he released a low groan.

But after about ten more seconds, he snapped. “Alright, you either sit in your seat like a good girl or I pull this car over and bend you over the hood.”

Nesta kissed the side of his mouth. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

He growled and pressed the gas pedal a little harder, so she relented and slid back to her side with a smile. His hand went back to her thigh, gripping more tightly this time.

Finally, he pulled up in front of a nice apartment building and threw the car in park. Before she could even move to get out of the car, he’d sprinted around, thrown her door open, and scooped her up.

“In a hurry?” she teased, secretly urging him to walk faster.

He pinched her behind. “Yes.”

Cassian carried her through the lobby and into an elevator, then down a hall and into his apartment. Or rather, through his apartment.

He immediately strode through the kitchen and living room, then tossed her onto his bed. Before she could take a look around at her surroundings, he was prowling on top of her, lips finding hers.

Normally, she’d be opposed to someone acting like this, but it had been a month of being so close to him, forced to look at him every day without doing what she wanted.

And he was finally free, and it was finally happening.

So she pulled him closer, sliding her hands under the back of his shirt.

He reached over his head and yanked it off, then did the same with her sweatshirt. His mouth went to her neck as his hands snuck behind her back, and then her bra was on their growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Her back arched as he moved his attention to her breasts, and she let out a moan that was loud enough to make her very, very glad they hadn’t done this in her office.

Then he was kissing her again, and she lost herself in him. His tongue slid in her mouth, caressing hers, and he sucked on her lip in the most distracting way.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight to her, and she giggled as he reared back, picked her up, and moved them higher on the bed.

Cassian took her wrists from around his neck and pressed them into the mattress above her head, then kissed her softly. “Do you trust me?”

Normally, a question like that would make her run for the hills, but somehow she found herself replying, “Yes.”

He gave her that insufferably cocky grin, then moved his hand, and-

Oh my gods.

No, he didn’t!

Nesta looked up at the handcuff encircling her wrist, mouth hanging open in shock. She was so distracted she couldn’t even fight as he trapped the other, leaving her powerless underneath him.

“Cassian.”

He ran his fingers lightly down both her arms, and goosebumps appeared in his wake. “Funny feeling, isn’t it?”

“Let me loose.”

He just cocked his head, dark hair slipping over his brow. “Is that what you really want?”

She considered that.

It was what she wanted, right? Right?

Not in the fucking slightest, her brain informed her helpfully.

Shit.

“You did it to me, after all,” he reasoned, hands moving to splay over her ribs, fingers barely brushing the underside of her breasts. “Consider it payback.”

This was absolutely insane.

She didn’t point out that he’d been handcuffed by her for all of ten seconds. Instead, she did something incredibly stupid and said, “I guess it’s alright, then.”

He smiled broadly, hands going to the button on her jeans and snapping it open. Nesta’s breath hitched, but she managed to keep eye contact with him as he slowly pulled her pants down, taking her underwear with them.

He sat back on his heels, looking her over with dark golden eyes, and she squirmed.

Then, after pressing one more kiss to her lips, he slid down the bed and moved her legs over his shoulders.

Oh, gods.

She stared into his golden eyes, unable to move even without the cuffs, as he slowly lowered his mouth to her and placed a single, soft kiss against her skin.

Then he winked like the insufferable bastard he was, leaned down further, and got serious about what he was doing.

Nesta’s back arched, her arms pulling helplessly against the cuffs. Cassian gripped her hips, keeping her still, and she was utterly powerless underneath him as he continued to work her.

She’d never given control like this to anyone. Generally, she didn’t let her guard down around men, even when they were on top of her. But something about the man kneeling between her legs made her throw all of her rules out the window and just let him do what he wanted.

And she fucking loved it.

One of his hands continued to hold her hips, the other sneaked up across her stomach, over her breasts, and up her throat.

A finger traced her lips, and she parted them under his touch. Cassian made a deep, approving sound as she drew it into her mouth, sucking softly.

Then he pulled the hand away, trailing it back down her body, and moved it between her thighs.

She moaned his name and squirmed, noticing how the metal around her wrists clanked against the headboard.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against her, making her moan again. She could feel the pressure building up inside her, and as if he could sense it, too, Cassian added another finger.

Release finally found her, making breath leave in a harsh whoosh, but he kept working her until the waves had ebbed and she was limp underneath him.

He pulled back, looking up at her with golden eyes that were heavy with lust. Dragging his tongue across his bottom lip, he smiled and made a self-satisfied, male sound.

If she was being honest, he deserved to.

What he’d done hadn’t been new to her in the slightest, but it had never felt... quite like that. She’d never come from that before, and the realization made her mutter, “I was right. You do eat like a crazy person.”

Cassian prowled up her body, dropping searing kisses occasionally, and then tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. “And do you remember what I said back?”

Fuck like one, too.

She nodded.

“I think it’s time I prove that.” Gods, please, yes. “Do you want me to take these off?” He rattled the handcuffs.

Surprising herself, and probably him too, she shook her head.

For some reason, being underneath him, subject to whatever he wanted to do, made her lose her mind in the best way possible.

His eyes went almost black as he grinned and said, “I’m going to fucking marry you one day.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and laughed, but it was cut short by the sight of him leaning back to unbutton his jeans. Once he’d pulled them off, allowing her to take in the full sight of him, her mouth went a little dry.

“You keep looking at me like that, and this will be over before it even starts,” he warned, voice husky with need.

She forced herself to look back up at his gaze, and he moved to brace himself on his elbows above her. Nesta leaned up to kiss him, then watched his brow furrow in concentration as one hand snuck between them.

Her eyes drifted shut as he started to slide in, but he paused and said, “Keep your eyes open. I want you to see what you do to me.”

Even though it felt impossible, she opened them again and did what he asked. His jaw was tight, shoulders and arms stiff as he held himself above her, body seeming to teem with pent up energy as he let her adjust.

He looked... helpless.

She was the one in cuffs, but he looked utterly helpless against whatever he was feeling.

“Now you see why I was in a hurry,” he gruffed.

And then he started to move.

At the first push of his hips, Nesta realized it might have been a mistake to keep her wrists bound. She pulled against them instinctively as he moved, the knowledge that she couldn’t touch him messing with her mind.

A low groan tore out of his throat, and she almost came from the sound alone.

“Fuck, Nesta.”

He kissed her, lips hard and demanding and perfect against hers. A hand lifted her lips slightly, causing him to hit a different spot inside her, and she moaned into his mouth. “Right there. Oh, gods, please.”

It was the first time she’d ever asked him for something, and to say he delivered would be the understatement of the century.

His hips pounded into her, exactly in the spot that drove her crazy, and she barely had time to move hers in rhythm before the next attack came.

He dipped his head to kiss her throat, sucking at the spot where it met her shoulder, and she came with a loud groan, eyes rolling back in her head a little.

Cassian didn’t stop, though.

He didn’t so much as slow down.

It seemed as if a month in prison had built up just a little sexual frustration, and he was taking it all out on her at once.

He braced a hand on her leg, then threw it over her shoulder, going deeper still. “Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

Her legs started to shake as the buildup inside of her grew and grew and grew.

“Nesta,” he panted, picking up his pace a little. “Come for me.”

The sound of his voice did it for her, and she fell over the edge with a loud cry, this time dragging him with her. His eyes drifted shut, and his mouth collapsed against her as he groaned.

Then he stilled on top of her, both of them breathing heavily.

After a few moments, he pulled back and surveyed her face with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”

I probably won’t be able to walk for a week. She nodded, unable to even form the words to explain how she felt at the moment. “That was...”

“Yeah,” he agreed, shaking his head.

They continued to stare at each other, both lost for words. Then he reached up, and a moment later her hands were free. She brought them to his face, brushing his hair back.

He frowned at the red skin around her wrists, rolling over and out of the bed before she could tell him they didn’t even hurt.

She heard the rush of water, and a few minutes later, he came back with a smile.

Cassian scooped her into his arms, carried her into his bathroom, and deposited her in the tub.

The tub that was full of warm, bubbly water.

A fat glass of wine was in her hand a second later.

“Well, you did say you didn’t want to disrupt my evening.”

He grabbed his own glass, then climbed in the tub across from her. Part of her wondered why the hell he had a bathtub this big, and she would’ve asked if it hadn’t been for the sight of him sitting across from her.

Bubbles clung to his chest, stark against his tattoos. His hair was wet from the hand he dragged through it, and he had a soft, happy smile on his lips.

He cocked his head as she stared at him, taking a sip from his glass. “I like the way you look at me.”

Nesta blushed. “How do I look at you?”

A smile. “Like you want to handcuff me and have your way with me.”

She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling. “Well, it is your turn.”

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