#Acotar Halloween

[ninthcircleofprythian]

Stuck in the Middle with You

A Halloween modern AU Fic - Azris/Reader throuple

Warnings - sweet tasty fluff and a literal ton of sexual innuendo

Word Count - 1.8k

Author's Note - this contribution to @erisweekofficial did not come about without help. I would like to send my heartiest gratitude to my co-author @nocasdatsgay for not only giving me the idea and letting me run with it but also for her help with deliciously witty banter. Everyone say "Thanks nocas!"

Another big shout out to my main divider designer babe @tsunami-of-tears who kills it as always with her amazingly beautiful dividers.

ALSO - Gold Star 🌟 for the first person who DMs me and can tell me who Nessian and Feysand’s couples costumes were. 😉

“First off, let me just say that finding costumes for a throuple isn’t the easiest thing ever ok?” You fidgeted nervously, shifting your weight between your feet as you stood before your partners in the living room of your shared apartment. “But as soon as I saw it, I knew this was the one. So please try to keep an open mind, alright?”

Two sets of eyes met yours as you glanced between them. One set of hazel eyes regarded you curiously while the other set, deep golden amber, narrowed on you suspiciously. 

Here it was, two short days before the much anticipated Halloween party at Rita’s bar and grill and here you stood nervously clutching the bag in your hands. 

“Well,” Eris’ smooth tone drawled. “Let’s see it then.”

“Open. Mind. Eris, please,” you pleaded. His eyes remained narrowed and your fortitude faltered for a moment. Eris was the more rigid of the three of you. He could certainly be soft and dare you say even silly, within the comfort of his home with his beloved partners, however in public was something he was still mastering. Asking him to do so in a costume was another added layer outside his comfort zone. 

Slowly, you pulled the garments from the bag and draped them over the couch cushions for inspection. Just as you turned back to face your jury, Az let out a breathy chuckle, eyes alight with amusement. Before either of them could say anything, a loud crack of a laugh rang from the open kitchen.

“Ha! Oh, that’s genius. I can’t wait to see it!” Cassian cackled from atop his barstool at the counter.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Eris sneered.

It wasn’t exactly part of the plan to have an audience during this reveal, but it was your turn to host the weekly family dinner and your trip back from the store had left you short on time before your guests began arriving. And wherever food was involved, Cas was always early. Shooting Cassian a withering glare, you turned back to your partners, softening your gaze.

The mirth in Azriel’s eyes danced brighter. “I’m the chocolate,” he claimed. His lips quirked up at the corners in a sly smile as he reached forward to snatch up the costume. Without wasting another second he slipped the printed tunic over his head and pulled it straight.

“How is it that you get first pick? What if I wanted that one?” Eris grimaced, eyes scanning over the length of Az’s body. 

“You couldn’t be the chocolate anyway,” Az chuckled. “It would clash with your hair. Besides, this goes better with my skin tone.” Stretching his arms out wide in an exaggerated pose he showed off those rippling arms. Deep toned skin glistened deliciously even under the harsh lighting of the living room. 

Cassian gave an appreciative hum of agreement from his perch on the barstool just as Nesta strolled in the front door and leaned up against the counter next to him. Her gray eyes scanned the room assessing before quipping, “Eris should be the marshmallow.”

Eris whipped his head towards her, burnished hair swinging wildly as he did. “I swear if you are about to insinuate it's because I’m soft – I will leave right now.”

Reaching a hand out slowly, Az landed his palm on Eris’ shoulder. All the while biting at his lips to keep himself from laughing. Cassian wasn’t nearly as successful in hiding it as he buried his face behind Nesta’s shoulder and let loose a strangled noise. 

You ignored them both, grabbing Eris by the elbows gently as you stepped closer to him. “Eris, please. It’s one night. It’s a costume party, we won’t be the only ones looking silly. I just want to have a couple’s costume like everyone else.”

You hadn’t planned on a guilt tripping plea, but in reality, you really did want this badly. Those amber irises swept up to your gaze once more before softening from their hard glare. Uncrossing his arms, he sighed. “Fine. I’ll be the marshmallow.” 

He didn’t smile as he agreed. His face remained held in that pinched manner as he leaned forward to grab his puffy costume, but he had agreed. And that’s all you had hoped for. 

“Oh, thank you!” You held the squeal in your throat at bay as you peppered his freckled cheek with kisses. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!”

Scrambling your arms into the last choice and pulling it straight, you watched with rapt attention as Eris’ shock of red hair poked through the top of his rounded tunic and he settled his arms at his sides peering down at the toasted marshmallow costume.

“Very fitting,” Cassian quipped with a smirk. “Crispy on the outside, gooey on the inside.” He dissolved into more barely contained laughter. Even Nesta’s frosty veneer cracked at the joke.

“Don’t say it like that,” Eris grumbled.

“Burns your tongue but the payoff is worth it,” Azriel piped up with a smirk of his own and a gentle pat to Eris’ backside. 

“Please. I’m begging you. Stop.” A flush of pink crept up his cheeks.

“At least you guys get to be something fun,” you stated as you peered at the rather bland tunic. “Graham crackers aren’t even that good without the toppings.”

“So – you are saying you like to be topped then?” Az tossed out with a smile.

“I thought that was obvious.” Eris proclaimed, this time a smile of his own graced his stately features. 

It was your turn to flush. “Ok. I don’t like this game anymore,” you bantered as you slipped off the tunic and folded it back into the bag. Eris quickly followed suit, eager to be rid of the ridiculous thing. Everyone began milling about, claiming their seats for the impending dinner.

“Wait!” Az pleaded. “No one has even mentioned how I melt in your mouth yet!”

“More like melt in your hand but – sure. Whatever,” you flashed him a devilish grin as you shoved the coffee table out of the way.

“Hey! It. Was. One. Time.” Az countered loudly.

Cassian sidled up beside him with a chummy pat on the back as he snuck in to claim the seat next to him. “That’s all it takes, brother.” 

This time the whole room broke into giggles, Nesta’s being the loudest. 

The party at Rita’s was still going strong even as the wee hours of the morning were approaching. Even though you were nearly dead on your feet from dancing the night away, you were having the time of your life. But those feet still needed a break.

“I need to sit for a little bit,” you half shouted over the music to Az, who was gripping your waist tightly as he shimmied against you. A quick nod of acknowledgement and his large hand slipped easily to the small of your back and he guided you off the dance floor through the crowd. 

Your group of  friends had claimed a table along the furthest wall, far enough away to be able to hold a decent conversation without shouting while still being in sight of all the action. The majority of your group was gathered around the small table, sitting or standing. Rhys and Lucien approached from the direction of the bar, drinks in hand. As you stepped close, Eris’ arm slipped around your waist as his other hand smoothly offered you a beverage.

“Having fun?” Eris silkily crooned in your ear as he pulled you close.

Swallowing the large gulps of ice cold water you replied with a laugh, “So much fun!” Trailing your free hand along his collar, you pulled at the ribbon now hanging there and palmed the lightweight medal that was attached. “I still can’t believe we won,” you beamed.

“They created a category just for us as a threesome, love,” he grinned slyly as he kissed your cheek. “We won by default.”

“A win is a win!” Az exclaimed from behind Eris, pulling you both into his muscled arms. 

“Hear, hear!” Cassian cheered. With his perfectly slicked hair and pinstripe suit, he really did cut a dashing figure. Nesta’s back leaned against his front, both of them sported similar medals. The long black wig that Nes was sporting made her gray eyes even more enchanting and the tight black dress hugging her curves left little to the imagination. “It’s all thanks to you mia cara,” Cas said with a feline grin as he ravished Nesta’s neck with kisses. 

“I knew I should have picked something more people would know,” Elain pouted from her seat at the table. Lucien quickly swooped her into his arms and deposited her squarely into his lap. “No pouting, Princess. I think you make a fine Buttercup. It’s not your fault there are so many uncultured heathens around here.”

Elain let out a squealing giggle as Lucien’s fingers danced up her sides. “You’re right,” she stated firmly. “And you certainly make a devilishly handsome Wesley. I think you should keep the mustache.” Lucien’s eyebrows raised as his eyes gleamed with delight and he nipped at Elain’s ear, eliciting another squeal. 

“At least there weren’t multiples of you guys,” Feyre whined in jest as she swung out an arm to showcase the room around them. “I figured the hype from the movie would have died down by now.” Nearly every other blonde in the bar had their hair teased to perfection and sported some shade of shocking pink, feet adorned with sky high stilettos. 

“There’s always next year, darling,” Rhys cooed as he tugged her closer.

Plopping into the chair you pulled from the table, you groaned as you kicked off your own high heels. Eris quickly joined you, sliding a chair in front of yours and sliding his hand along your smooth leg, raising it to land in his lap.

“I don’t know why you insisted on wearing those,” he frowned as his warm hands squeezed deliciously along your arch. “It’s not like graham crackers are known for their footwear.”

You chose to ignore that jab as you moaned at the soreness being massaged from your sole. “Mmmm, keep doing that,” you insisted as you brought your other leg up to his lap. 

“Anything for you, my treat.” Eris smiled softly at you as his hands worked their magic on your feet.

“Oh Eris, you really are gooey on the inside,” you cooed with a giggle as you poked a toe at his costume. 

His whiskey glazed eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’ll show you gooey on the inside,” he retorted loudly enough to be heard over the thumping bass of the room. Unfortunately also loud enough for the whole group to hear as well. 

Your eyes shot open with shock and delight at his joke, a laugh caught in your throat. Az’s bark of a laugh cracked through the shock as everyone else’s ringing laughter joined in the merriment.

“Wait – that’s not –,” Eris stammered as the pink color flushed at his cheeks. “I don’t like this game.”

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[shadowriel]

ACOTAR Couples & Halloween Costumes: Headcanons 👻 🎃

Feysand: Feyre and Rhys definitely have a cute family costume planned with Nyx, but as soon as they leave him with a babysitter, they have to be the hottest couple in a 25-mile radius. Think Mr. & Mrs. Smith, think mafia AU, think Feyre in a slutty dress and Rhys unable to keep his hands off her

Nessian: Nesta and Cassian start planning their costumes at least a year in advance. No expense is spared, no detail is overlooked. Sure, they get into semi-heated arguments leading up to their favourite day of the year, but it’s well worth it. My vote goes to them being sexy pirates, or a gender bent Hades and Persephone.

Elucien: The thing about Elain Archeron is that she will always be that bitch, so well-dressed that people can’t help but stare. Lucien LOVES it! He’s also more than happy to take off his shirt at Elain’s request. A Greek god (or warrior) and goddess definitely works for their day court vibes (bonus points if Elain is Aphrodite).

Azris: Eris and Azriel famously refuse to put effort into Halloween. Azriel has been known to throw on cat ears. Eris has worn a mask or used fake blood on more than one occasion. Yet, somehow they end up surprising everyone by dressing up as a cop (Eris) and sexy criminal (Azriel). Yes, the handcuffs are fully functional. And, yes, Azriel wears a crop top.

Emorie: Our fave girlies have one goal on Halloween, and that’s to look ridiculously hot. Mor lives by the fact that “hoes don’t get cold” and usually makes a costume out of lingerie. Emerie’s been known to follow her lead or dress in something’s that more comfy. I think they would absolutely slay as an angel and demon.

Bonus addition: Emerie as a witch (and Mor can tag along as a black cat)

Gwynriel: These two always go with a costume that’s ridiculously niche or nerdy. Sometimes, Gwyn will get Azriel to dress up as her favourite male characters. Sometimes, she’ll wear a gorgeous costume on her own (and Azriel will just be there, looking at her with hearts in his eyes). Batman and catwoman is a fan favourite, but Gwyn loves the year she found her new favourite book and got them to dress up as a priestess and shadowsinger.

Elriel: Elain is hot (see above), and Azriel is more than happy to take a supporting role when it comes to couples costumes. Elain wants to wear a fancy dress? Azriel will offer to hold her purse. It’s an Elain Archeron world and Azriel is loving every second of just being in it. I feel like a flower and gardener costume would be cute couples costume for them.

Jassa: Jurian and Vassa are here to have fun. All of their costumes are easy-going and definitely bought last-minute, but they still look amazing. They’re known to find things around the house, and wear a costume that they insist is a pun. Some years, they remember they have these race car outfits at the back of their closet.

Gwynlain: Gwyn and Elain are for the Pinterest girlies. They always have the most gorgeous costumes, and their makeup is impeccably done. Dare I say, they’re the second hottest couple in a 25-mile radius. My brain is literally malfunctioning at the thought of them dressing up like Bloom and Flora from Winx Club.

I honestly could go on and on (and on…)

[All images were found on pinterest]

[wallflowers-in-the-wind]

This Halloween we need some more Pro Tamlin vibes here’s what I think Tamlin, Feyre (first book), and Lucien would dress up as if they had a Halloween in the Spring Court.

Tamlin: he would dress up as a werewolf occasionally he would partially shift for the scare effect depending on what costume he choses that year. He also did a couple costume with Feyre from the original ballad of Tam Lin

Feyre: at first she dressed as a fairy when she was human. Later on she would change it up and asked Tamlin for ideas and even dressed up as a vampire one year.

Lucien: he goes all out on the scare and horror factor as zombies, psycho killers, even dressing up as Rhysand one year but after accidentally scaring Elain he toned it down to a knight and shinning armor and other tame costumes.

[infiniteetcetera]

Nowhere else to post this where I wouldn’t get clocked😩 but this couple in my year dressed as Rhys and Feyre for Halloween and when I mentioned to the girl I’d thought about doing Azriel but it didn’t work out (cool looking wings are HARD to find and without a group I feel like I wouldn’t have looked right) and she looked me dead in the eye and said “Aw you could have been subservient to me” and that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life

[xxvalkyriesxx]

Labyrinth of the Night - Chapter Two

She laid broken and bloody in the street one moment and the next she was whole again, but now her humanity was lost forever.

OR Rhys hits Feyre with her motorcycle and in order to save her, turns her into a vampire.

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AN: Hello Everyone! I'm happy that so many people have showed interest in this fic <3 Writing Feysand as a main couple is still new to me, but I've been enjoying them. I may have bitten off more than I could chew with trying to complete this by Halloween, which is in four days :p But we'll see what I can do!

Please be aware that this fic features Sapphic!Feysand. And some Tamlin slander.

CW: Blood

Mood board made by me :p

Snippet:

“Now, if I let you go, promise not to bite?” The woman, Rhys asked.

“Fuck you!” Feyre growled. “Oh this will be so much fun.”

**

The light, it was blinding. Then a woman with black hair and purple sky eyes was helping Feyre. The strange woman, who resembled an angel’s beauty, begged her not to die. 

But why would an angel tell someone to live?

Then the pain came. It pulled at Feyre from her mind to heart as she felt almost like her soul had left, but before she could pass finally, something entered her body. A high that was so unnatural it couldn’t be from any kind of drugs.

Feyre closed her eyes and felt as though her body was floating. There were several voices now as the ambient sounds of the city disappeared. Eventually a familiar presence was near her before it faded away.

Suddenly a dull ache impacted her mind. She felt this way before, but never to this extent. The ache pounded into her mind, her stomach, even her legs. Everywhere in her body, Feyre could feel it.

It was hunger. 

Shooting out from the bed, Feyre fell onto the dark wooden floor. A panic strummed from her mind as her head whipped around in the windowless room. The walls were painted a forest green. Where am I? She glanced down to see she wasn’t in her overall pants and sweater anymore. Instead she wore a gray long sleeve and leggings.

What the fuck? 

The panic evolved into a deep settling fear when a voice cleared. Peering up from the floor, Feyre’s head peaked over the bed to see a blonde woman sitting in a loveseat sideways, her legs dangling over the arms of the seat. Some of her hair was pulled back and clipped with a large red bow that matched her long sleeve dress that hit around her thighs.

The woman swung her legs over, standing up. Black pumped heels and a red lip smile made their way across the room. She didn’t walk fast, but almost cautiously, as if Feyre was a monster.

“I’m so glad you’re up, Feyre.”

The fear squeezed in Feyre’s chest. “How do you know my name?” She glanced around the surroundings again. “Where the fuck am I?”

The woman offered a gentle smile. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but I need you to trust me, okay?”

She placed her hand over her heart. “I’m Morrigan, but call me Mor. You were in an accident and my cousin brought you to our home. We had a family doctor that looked after you.”

Feyre groaned as she cradled her head. The blinding bright light as the rain came pouring down in the streets of the city. The flashes of memory caused her to clench her teeth.

“What do you want from me? Where am I?”

“We’re on the outskirts of Frederick. We live right on the Potomac river.”

“I was just in Baltimore last night.” 

Was it last night? How long have I actually been here?

“Rhys brought you in almost a week ago. Your body was gravely injured during the accident.”

Mor held out her hand to Feyre. “Like I said, I need you to trust me. I’ll answer anything you want, but first I need you to do something for me.”

Feyre peered at the hand with a gold wedding band and a diamond ring paired with it. Her palms were sweaty as her hand trembled. It was no use in fighting her, there was something with Mor that felt different. Like she was a lot stronger than she looked. Reaching up, Feyre took Mor’s hand before she was pulled on her feet.

“Great. Now.” Mor reached over to the night stand, grabbing a solid bottle with a straw and lid.

“You probably feel a little weak with nothing in your system. Drink some so you can feel a little better.”

Feyre took the cup raising an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Mor pursed her lips. “A protein shake. My cousin made it. She says it helps anyone recover from a hard hit like that.”

The ache from her hunger that woke Feyre up curled in her stomach. Her mouth felt extremely dry, to the point that her tongue felt almost like a brick. She glanced at Mor who gave her an encouraging smile. Feyre nodded before taking a sip.

Whatever protein shake that she was drinking had to be the most divine thing Feyre ever tasted. It was on  the cooler side of room temperature. They must have made this not long before I woke up. The liquid was thick and usually Feyre wasn’t big on thick smoothies, but this one just hit the spot. Probably because I've been knocked out for days now…

Frustration lingered as Feyre felt the drink start to have less and less. Her hunger only craved more. Without much thought, Feyre tore off the straw and lid, drinking the rest away. Mor made a sound, But Feyre ignored her as she drank until there was nothing left. She felt the liquid drip from the cup, down her neck.

The cup slipped from Feyre’s hand, colliding to the floor. Swiping a finger, Feyre brought the remaining drips of the drink that spilled down her neck to her lips. However an unfamiliar red stopped her in her tracks. The liquid was dark red, an almost exact shade of blood. 

Am I bleeding?

Instantly Feyre reached for her neck, feeling the sticky drink that spilled down her neck. But then she felt something that wasn’t there before. Two small scab-like wounds were right near the pulse in her neck. However there was no pulse underneath her fingertips.

Gasping, Feyre marched over to a nearby mirror. She looked the same at first, but all over her neck and mouth was blood. It had gotten stained on the shirt she wore. Lifting her hair, Feyre saw two small marks in her neck. But when she glanced up, her eyes scared her. For they were no longer the blue gray that belonged to her mother. Instead they were a bright red as if she was a monster from a campy horror film.

“Shit.” Mor mumbled underneath her breath.

She approached Feyre. “Feyre, I need you to relax. I’ll explain what’s going on.”

But Mor’s voice was drowned out as Feyre began to hear beyond her. Chirps from owls on trees yards away, cars driving on roads that somehow Feyre knew wasn’t close by, but could hear the tires and engines like it was down the street.

Her tongue flicked to her teeth when she yelped. Something pointy scraped along her tongue. Looking back in the mirror, Feyre flashed her teeth seeing fangs where her canines were supposed to be. Whipping her head back, Mor was now standing closer to her, another hand reaching for her.

Fear gripped Feyre’s stone like heart when a bloody scream erupted from her lips. Terror rang through her screech as her back hit the mirror. As she stared at Mor, she saw the familiar sight of fangs peeking from her lips. Mor came closer, a look of worry on her face. She had held up her hand but the second she did that, another scream erupted from downstairs.

The scream was so loud she winced. Were screams always this loud or was it only now? Then Feyre heard more yells and curses from the floor underneath. The merge of voices blended together, but one stood out in the sea of curses. One that she hadn’t heard in three years since she left her hometown.

“Nesta.” Feyre whispered. But how?

Quickly she reached for the door, but Mor grabbed her wrist.

“I know you want to see your sister, but it’s not safe downstairs. You need to stay up here.”

Feyre shook her head. “I’m not listening to another word.” 

Before she knew what happened, Feyre yanked Mor’s grip off her. But by doing so, Mor fell onto her back. Feyre’s gaze widened as she looked at her hand before tearing the door practically off its hinges before running into the hallway. The control of her limbs was almost non-existence as she ran more like a foal than a human. Or whatever the hell I am now…

In seconds Feyre went from the upstairs hallway to the floor below. Running into the living room Feyre stopped in her tracks. The room appeared normal with a couch that easily could fit eight to ten people and a tv that had football on. Glancing away, Feyre saw a man, possibly a few years older than her, bop his black shaggy hair to the music in his airpods as he played on his Nintendo Switch.

Taking a few steps into the room she tried to process everything around her when another man appeared in front of her.

“Feyre Archeron in the flesh. What a delight.” The man said as he eyed the blood that was still on her neck. From head to toe, he was dressed in black. His shirt was unbuttoned showing warm brown skin with scars and black swirl tattoos that peaked from the opening. His golden hazel eyes that glowed, locked onto Feyre. 

But his eyes weren't what made Feyre afraid. It was the gray dust horns that spiraled similar to a ram’s that were attached to his head. He must’ve sensed her fear as he grinned showing his teeth. Over his shoulders were giant bat-like wings.

“What the fuck is happening?” Feyre asked as she backed herself against a wall.

The man with horns wore an apologetic smile. “To quote one of my favorite masterminds - a lot is going on at the moment. But don’t worry, all should hopefully make sense soon enough.”

“How do you know who I am?” Feyre demanded, her shoulders tensing.

As the man opened his mouth to explain, two women appeared in the porch light from outside the closed glass door. The two women seemed to have been arguing back and forth. One of them she could hardly make out with the light blocking her features. But the other woman, who stood with her back towards the door, seemed oddly familiar.

Her raven black hair that shined an almost violet sheen was braided in a fishtail, the hair resting slightly above the end of her back. How do I know you? Feyre narrowed her eyes but before she could do anything, the woman stepped inside.

When she turned around, a playful smirk danced along her lips as familiar twilight sky eyes seemed to have glowed at her. 

“Darling.” She purred. “I’m glad to see that you’re awake.”

Feyre gasped, a hand coming to her lips, then traveled to her neck where her scabs were.

“You. You were there the other night–”

Lights flashed, tires screeched, rain poured onto the pavement that drowned Feyre as she laid broken and bloody. Those twilight sky eyes appeared frantic as she begged her not to die. But then the scene flashed and she was somewhere else with her. Not in the rain, but inside, under fluorescent lights. Feyre winced as the memories poured into her mind. They were standing together, a swarm of voices drowning them out. Feyre tightly squeezed her eyes before opening them again.

“A slightly unfortunate error on my end. But on the bright side.” She smiled, fangs similar to Feyre’s shining. “You’re safe.”

“And not dead, technically .” The man with horns chipped in.

Before Feyre could say anything, the other woman from the porch came inside. A few golden brown strands coiled around her face while wearing a witch hat as she glared.

“You turned my sister into a vampire you fucking leech! You were only supposed to help me rescue her and now she’s one of you–”

Feyre froze as only a few feet away from her, was Nesta. In the three years since she had last seen her, she looked, well she looked really tired. There were purple bags underneath her blue-gray eyes, the same as Feyre’s, or were the same as her’s. She seemed slightly fuller in frame compared to three years ago. Nesta wasn’t bulky as her muscles seemed more enhanced than before.

Nesta whipped her glance to Feyre who mirrored her expression. They nearly butted heads all of the time growing up as the two sisters were cut from the same cloth. Feyre always saw Nesta as someone who seemed so much older than she actually was. Four years between their ages, making Nesta twenty-five. 

But in front of her now, Nesta seemed so much younger. Her eyes welled with tears and she pushed past everyone, pulling Feyre into a hug. Instantly Feyre hugged her back, not remembering the last time Nesta showed this level of affection voluntarily.

“You’re here. You’re actually here.” Nesta mumbled into her hair.

Feyre forgot how Nesta was just slightly taller than her as there were a few inches between them. So many questions rolled over in Feyre’s mind. Emotion gripped her throat and mind as she tried to figure out the next piece of the puzzle. 

Then the wind blew from the opened door, and suddenly, the ache of hunger returned. Feyre could hear her sister’s pulse as they embraced. Her neck was in reach as Feyre felt her fangs draw down. But before she could lean up to take a taste, a sudden force pushed Feyre back against the wall. The force was strong enough for a picture frame or two to knock down.

The woman with black hair smirked as she tsked. “Naughty girl.” 

She gripped Feyre by her throat as she struggled against her grasp.

“Cassian, get Nesta and Azriel out of here. The house needs to be restricted to just vampires for now.”

“Rhys you can’t just take me away from my sister. I’m staying right here.” Nesta argued even as her eyes reflected something that Feyre had never seen her show before. Fear.

“Sorry Sweetheart, but those are the boss’s rules.” Cassian, the horned man, said.

“You’re my patron! Can’t you convince Rhys?”

Cassian shrugged. “Not today, Sweetheart. Not when your life could be at risk.” 

He threw Nesta over his shoulder as if she was just a pillow. She yelled at him, hitting and kicking his body. Cassian seemed to have not cared as he called out for someone else.

“Az, let’s go.” Cassian called out.

The first man that Feyre saw walked past her, unphased as Cassian pulled him in with his free arm before the three took off, flying into the night sky.

“Now, if I let you go, promise not to bite?” The woman, Rhys asked.

“Fuck you!” Feyre growled.

“Oh this will be so much fun.”

**

Rhys’ smirk stayed across her lips as she watched Feyre struggle against her hold. Newly turned vampires are always a hassle to deal with. But this one has piqued my interest tenfold. 

“Let go of me!” Feyre shouted, fangs descending from her growls.

The beats of Cassian’s wings had long disappeared into the wind, so Rhys shrugged, taking her hand off Feyre. Putting her hands in her back pockets, Rhys tilted her head at her.

“What a beautiful, fearsome creature.” Her gaze lingered on Feyre’s face, counting the freckles that appeared across her nose and cheeks.

“Creature? I’m a human!” Feyre snapped.

“You were. Now you’re a vampire.”

Feyre shook her head. “I’m not a vampire! This is all just a bad dream!”

Rhys grinned. “Really now? Pray to God right now then. If this isn’t real, God will wake you up.”

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me. Whenever humans felt fear they prayed to God, or really any higher being to protect them. Pray, outloud.”

Feyre’s body shook before she took a deep breath, clasping her hands together. She began to mumble when Rhys cleared her throat. “Outloud, remember.”

Feyre glared at her before she leant her head down. “Go–” Then she began to cough and choke.

Gasping from the pain Feyre looked at Rhys for an explanation.

“A vampire is a damned creature. And damned creatures cannot say a holy name, like God.”

Astonished, Feyre yelled “But you’re saying it!?”

Rhys shrugged. “Took almost a full century to build the tolerance of the pain. You’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

She watched as Feyre trembled slightly. Her body slowly slipped to the floor. The impact of the change settling into her.

“I’m really a vampire.” 

“You are. But let this be known, Feyre. I wasn’t about to let you die. Not after everything you’ve been through.”

“You’ve been stalking me too?”

Rhys eased herself onto the ground, sitting in front of Feyre. She was careful not to disturb her bad knee.

“By definition of a stalker, I haven’t harassed you. But I’ve been watching you though.”

“For how long?”

The question caught Rhys off guard. I was expecting her to ask why or even cry…

“For about a year now. Your sister came into contact with us asking us to help rescue you.”

Feyre narrowed her eyes “Rescue me from what?”

“Feyre Darling, did you know that Tamlin Thorne is a vampire hunter?”

Feyre’s eyes widened as she shook her head no. “He’s a what?”

Rhys sighed. “He comes from a long line of vampire hunters. Although he can kill more than just vampires, it’s what he’s known for.”

“No, I didn’t know.” Feyre admitted.

“I figured. He kept his secret well hidden.”

The newly turned vampire looked around the room, as her eyes landed on the photo that fell. It was a picture of all them, including Nesta and Cassian. Gently Feyre picked up the frame, examining the selfie that Mor took a few months back when her, Nesta, Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys were in a game of blackjack. 

“It took two years for Nesta to find me?”

“Not exactly. It’s not my story to tell, but your sister has been devilishly busy since the last time you saw her.”

“The man with the horns.” She asked, moving to another subject.

“That’s Cassian.”

“Right, Cassian. Is he also a vampire?”

Rhys chuckled, noting the pink on Feyre’s cheeks. “No, he’s a demon lord from Hell.”

Feyre blinked. “He’s a demon?”

“Very much so. Although I would tone down the heart eyes and drool when he’s around. It’ll just feed his ego.”

“I did not have heart eyes and I didn't drool!” 

“Could’ve fooled me, Feyre Darling.” Rhys playfully smirked.

Right as Rhys went to say something more, familiar footsteps padded down the steps to the kitchen where they sat.

“Oh, you got her.” Mor said, slightly out of breath.

“I forgot how strong new vampires are.” Mor added before going to the fridge.

Feyre sat up, a look of worry across her face. “Did I hurt you?”

Mor waved her hand. “Not at all. Just took me by surprise.”

“Nice of you to join us, Cousin.” Rhys said nonchalantly.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Mor mumbled before leaving the fridge with three blood bags in hand. She sat in between Feyre and Rhys as she handed them each a bag. Rhys instantly took a straw from Mor and drank her bag in mere seconds. Her shoulders relaxed, licking her lips.

“What is this?” Feyre asked as she held the cold bag in her hands.

“Ironically it’s B+.” Mor giggled before plunging a karat straw into her’s.

Feyre quickly drained the bag, sucking it dry. Then she looked from the bag to Rhys, her expression not of hatred, but not quite sadness. “You ran into me the other night, in the rain?”

“I did. Although, it was a poorly timed accident. It was hard to see through the rain and before I knew it, you ran through the crosswalk when it wasn’t your turn to go.”

Feyre flushed. “I guess it was partially my fault for not looking both ways.”

“Nonetheless, the change isn’t easy. I’m sorry for taking that choice away from you, but I couldn’t let you die. Not when we were so close to saving you.”

“Tamlin was an asshole, but you’re speaking as though he’s tried to kill me.”

“Well…” Mor mumbled.

Rhys glared at her cousin. Mor just rolled her eyes in response.

“What do you mean by that?” 

Mor pointed to Feyre’s chest. “It’s complicated, but according to your sister, the Archeron line desindes from a powerful mage.”

Feyre’s eyes widened before she glanced down at her hands. “Do I have magic?”

“Not one bit. Nesta told us that no one in your family actively had magic. However the blood of a mage is something that attracts the paranormal like vampires and werewolves. Even the fae as well.” 

“Wait so how does this tie into Tamlin and me?” Feyre looked between Rhys and Mor.

“From what we gathered, Tamlin would use you as an almost magnet. Nothing could enter the townhouse since it’s heavily warded, however whenever he would leave he was oftening killing someone.”

“But if I’m related to some mage, why didn’t anything or one try to attack me when I was at the gallery or the studio?”

“You lived not even a block away from the studio and the gallery as they were in the same building, right?”

Feyre nodded. Rhys sighed, picking the invisible lint off her clothes. A bad habit that after centuries hadn’t died yet. She felt Feyre’s gaze on her and put her hand down in response.

“The space between the townhouse and the gallery is guarded by someone else. Someone no one has dared to go up against.”

“Who’s got this world so afraid?”

“Does the name Ianthe Pleasurefief ring any bells?”

Feyre raised an eyebrow. “My boss? What does she have anything to do with this?”

“Literally everything, Feyre.” Mor answered, looking at her nails.

“But how?”

“Ianthe the Pleasure Thief has guarded that part of Baltimore for centuries, even before the namesake of the city. Anyone who has not been personally invited by her will burn to ash.”

“What the actual fuck are you two trying to say?” Feyre asked.

“Feyre Darling. You’ve been working for a dragon for the past three years. Her title is Pleasure Thief as she takes pleasure in stealing all kinds of goods and adding it to her hoard.”

“Did she ever steal anything from you?” Mor asked, tilting her head.

Feyre’s eyes went out of focus as her mind ran through Mor’s question. Appalled, she looked back at the two of them. “She did. I had a few ideas for past collections that she stole, and during my own collection, I didn’t sell everything. When I brought everything home, I noticed two paintings were gone from the stack that didn’t sell.”

“But how did I not know she’s a dragon?” Her hand’s combed through her hair, fingers twirling the strands.

“I would’ve known I was working with a dragon.” Feyre added.

“They have some of the strongest magic in our realm. Her glamor is very powerful, especially on humans.”

“Does Tamlin know about her being a dragon?”

“We’re not sure, but we suspect that he knows something, but probably keeps her close to him for things he needs.”

Feyre scuffed. “Yeah, like sleeping with her.”

Both Rhys and Mor mouths dropped slightly. He did what?

“He cheated on you?”

“That’s why I left that night. I was done with his bullshit…”

Feyre then looked between them as she came to a realization. “He just let me go when I left the other night. He was downplaying him cheating on me.” She bit her lip. “Was he trying to have me killed since he didn’t go after me?”

When I get my hands on the fucker, he’ll beg me to kill him to put him out of his misery. But Feyre can do the honors if she so wishes.

Rhys stood up, offering a hand to Feyre. She took the offer, being pulled to her feet.

“You’ve been through a lot, Feyre. More than anyone should. There’s a lot that needs to happen for your new life. A lot to be taught and learned. But for right now, let’s get you back upstairs. Even as a vampire, you still need to rest.”

“Well I’m glad that’s not taken away.” Feyre joked.

“That’s only taken if you want it to be.” Rhys winked at her. She smirked slightly at the blush that glowed among Feyre’s freckles.

“Come on, I’ll show you back to your room.” 

Rhys didn’t mean for her hand to stay in Feyre’s, but she would be lying if she said she despised it. 

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Halloween

Happy Halloween! Welcome to a reading game. How to play: It should be easy. Just read this start and then choose a character to continue the story with. I hope you will like it.

You twisted around in front of the tall mirror checking up your costume from every possible angle, making sure it's perfect. Satisfied with the result, you grinned. You leaned forward to make sure your makeup and hair match the same level of perfection. Everything was exactly as you imagined it.

You looked at the clock. It was almost time to go. You were invited to a great Halloween party which you were looking forward since you got the invitation. However your mate was still in the bathroom. You gave him another 5 minutes, but when he didn't come out, you decided to knock on the door.

"Love? Are you ready? We should go." You listened carefully, but no answer. To be honest it was too quiet inside and that made you worry. "Love?" You slowly pushed the door open. You froze in the doorway in surprise, mouth hanging open.

Azriel

Cassian

Lucien

[duskcowboy]

★·.·´¯`·.·★ Feysand x Sailor Moon ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Feysand Month | Alternate Universe

Thought this was the perfect day to share this piece I’ve been working on! In honor of Feysand Month and Halloween, I present Feyre and Rhys as Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion 💫

I’m really proud of this one 🥹 hope you all like it too!! 🫶🏼

[nikethestatue]

Halloween Costumes for the IC

Rhys: Einstein (because he wants to be the smartest High Lord too)

Nesta: A witch (not pointy hat one, but Manon-like). Drags around a stuffed dragon with her too, until Feyre takes it and uses it as a pillow (see below)

Mor: Barbie

Elain: Taylor Swift

Azriel: Unmotivated to dress up--goes to Cassian for advice.

Cassian: I am going as Aragorn

Azriel: Puts on a black sweat suit, ties a black sheet around his neck and says he is the 'Black Rider from LOTR'. Mission accomplished.

(bonus, Elain keeps throwing hungry looks his way the whole night)

Amren: Her fave athlete from her fave team

Lucien: doesn't dress up. Has a deep aversion to masks or costumes.

Feyre: Ghost (cuts two eyes in a sheet and throws the sheet on. She is too tired to Halloween this year because Nyx is teething. Hopes she can nap under the sheet for a bit)

Nyx: Frodo Baggins (at Cassian's insistence, because Cassian is there to 'protect him always')

Happy Halloween!

[bonecarversbestie]

Pumpkin carving

Please note: Elain made Lucien scoop the pumpkin’s guts bc that part is icky.

This is the first instalment of my series of Halloween Elucien blob drawings! My favorite couple and my favorite season(spooky) 🎃

[leiaamidala]

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦!"

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳."

༻𖤓༺

⁣⁣⁣⤞ art by @cacaomochii (❤️)

⤞ commissioned by me

Celebrating Halloween with this fun supernatural twist on a fairytale classic. 

When Little Red Riding Hood takes one too many wrong turns in the dark forest, she comes across an alluring figure with a taste for something sweet…

Happy Halloween!

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[lovelyfawnxx]

Tangled Elriel 🦇🌸

🎨 art by magik4le

[ninthcircleofprythian]

Boop or Treat

Modern AU - Azris

Warnings - pure sweet Halloween fluff

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - the boops are back! THE BOOPS ARE BACK! And as with everything that goes through my brain - it usually ends up with some form of Azris. Shout out to @thecutestgrotto for the amazing boop dividers. Enjoy and Happy Halloween! (This is also unedited - we die like men)

The sound of the front door slamming shut stirred Azriel’s attention from his task.

“You’re late,” he boomed as he made his way to the front hallway. “I was nearly about to come looking for you.”

“Sorry,” she huffed as she tossed her backpack into the corner and gathered the shopping bags she had dropped unceremoniously at her feet. “I made a couple stops on the way home. I had an idea.” 

Azriel observed the mischievous twinkle in his teenage daughters’ eye, like a star shining in her dark irises. Scanning over her armload he noticed at least one of the stops was the craft store. 

“This wouldn’t be another costume idea would it?” Az sighed. She had changed her mind on what she was dressing up as at least a dozen times over the last couple weeks. More than one late night was required of him and his help in order to pull off whatever idea she had concocted up that time. 

But the day was here. Today was Halloween.

“This is the one,” she giggled as she led the way into the living room. “It’s genius. It’s perfect. And best of all - we can whip it up in no time.”

The bags were upended into a pile on the coffee table, the supplies spilling haphazardly on its surface. 

“Ok – so here’s the plan,” his daughter started, rubbing her hands together with glee.

A couple hours later, the plan had come to fruition. Azriel had to give it to her, it was indeed a fairly simple idea that didn’t require a ton of time. Genius and perfect however he was still unsure of since he wasn’t exactly fully understanding of what it was, but his kids were excited and that's all that mattered. 

His young son looked up from the project his daughter had tasked him with. “I can still wear my Spiderman costume with this right Papa?” 

“Of course you can,” Az answered with a smile. 

“Yeah bud, anyone can boop,” his sister piped up from her gluing. “Just remember - just like I showed you.”

He scrambled from the floor, donning his modified oven mitt wrapped in bandages. “BOOP!” he cried as he tapped his mitted paw print hand against her forehead before breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Exactly! Perfection,” his sister laughed as she put the finishing touches on her skeleton paw mitt. 

The sound of the garage door opening caught Azriel’s attention. “Dad’s home,” he announced.

“DADDY!” squealed his son as he scurried toward the door.

“Remember the plan!” his daughter bellowed after him as she rose from the floor.

Azriel trailed behind them and joined their formation by the door. Both of them stood not quite still, giggling furiously between them, one arm tucked behind their backs. 

The door swung open just as Az took his place, matching his children’s stance. 

Eris took two steps through the door before stopping dead in his tracks, eyes narrowing as he took in his family standing before him conspiratorially, all wide grins and giggles.

“What’s this?” he questioned as he kicked the door closed behind him. “I thought we were going trick or treating. Where are your costumes?”

“We’re ready,” his daughter said seriously as his son broke into a fresh fit of giggles. 

Eris’ eyes narrowed further as he looked to his partner for some clue of what was happening. His only answer was a shrug and a lopsided smile.

While his attention was diverted, his daughter approached as if she were going to hug him. Eris bent slightly to set down his briefcase before lifting an arm to embrace her. Slipping one arm around him in a side hug, she brought her hidden hand from behind her. Before Eris could fully comprehend the apparatus she was wearing on her hand - it made contact with his face. Squarely in the middle of his forehead. 

“Boop,” she giggled as she pulled away.

“What the -,” Eris sputtered. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” his son interrupted from in front of him. “I have to tell you something!”

“What is it, buddy?” Eris said as he bent lower to his height.

“Come here,” he whispered. “It’s a secret.”

Eris once again locked eyes with his husband, knowing full well at this point that it was some kind of trick. Azriel only nodded towards their son with a look that said “play along”.

“Alright, bud.” Eris whispered back. “What’s the secret?”

Whipping his hand from behind his back he revealed his mummy paw for only a second before it too tapped against Eris’ nose. 

“Boop!” his son whisper yelled before falling to the floor in exaggerated laughter. 

Straightening to stand, Eris stepped towards his husband with a chuckle. “What exactly is going on here?”

“Don’t ask. Just go with it,” Azriel smiled broadly as he leaned in for a kiss. One gentle peck of a kiss was all he got as Az pulled his face back, now giggling himself. 

“What has gotten into you all?” Eris quirked a brow.

The hidden hand that Eris hadn’t even noticed behind his husband's back rose up to meet his gaze. 

“Boop.” Az chuckled as his paw mitt pressed against Eris’ lips. 

Before he could retract his hand fully, Eris grabbed Az’s wrist, inspecting the appendage with curiosity. “What exactly is it?”

“It’s supposed to be a ghost.” Az sighed with a laugh. “The kids needed my help so mine got a little rushed.”

Eris planted one more kiss to Az’s lips, this one lingering a bit longer than before. “As long as they’re happy, I guess,” Eris sighed, smiling. “We should get going before all the good candy is gone,” he announced to the room.

“WAIT!” their son wailed. “I’m still gonna be Spiderman! Let me get my costume!” He scurried off toward the stairs. 

“I’ll get the buckets,” their daughter mentioned as she walked away, slipping a cat ear headband over her head. 

Eris shrugged off his suit jacket before hanging it on the hook. Leaning back against the counter he tipped his head against Az’s shoulder. 

“Happy Halloween,” he said, nestling in a little closer.

Draping one arm over his husband, he leaned his face into Eris' rust colored hair. The silky strands rubbed over Az’s lips as he pecked a kiss to the crown of Eris’ head. “Happy Halloween, my love.”

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[shadowriel]

from the ghost of your lips (to the haunting of mine)

→ Chapter 1: MASK ON (Read on AO3)

Pairing: Gwynriel

Summary: The rules of the haunted maze should be simple: no using electronics of any kind, no climbing the walls, no touching the actors. Yet Gwyneth Berdara has a difficult time keeping her hands to herself when a man dressed as the Grim Reaper catches her attention... and follows her inside.

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Audibly swallowing, she digs out eight dollars in cash and swiftly places it in his upturned hand. Her fingertips brush against his stark black gloves in the process, against the leather that stings with the icy cold of the wind. A gasp threatens to escape her, but she bites down on her bottom lip to stifle the sound.

The Reaper is silent—for all of one moment—and Gwyn wonders if he felt it, too. The shock of electricity sparked by the barest touch, that leaves her wishing she could do it again. 

“You may have seen it on the waiver,” he says finally, “but I must remind you of the rules.”

Gwyn leans forward until she’s perched on the tip of her toes, attracted by the gravity of him.

“No using electronics of any kind. No climbing the walls. No touching the actors.”

He tilts his head down towards her. As his hood shifts, Gwyn catches a glint of mischief in his darkening hazel eyes.

“And if you didn’t hear that, I’ll say it again.” He draws out each word in a gravelly rasp. Another dare, Gwyn can’t help but think, as he says, “No touching the actors.”

Gwyn nods absently, unable to stop herself from misconstruing his warning as an invitation. Erratic thoughts flood her mind in successive flashes: leather gloves digging into the skin of her thighs, that masked face panting harsh breaths against her neck, those beautiful eyes devouring her whole, pupils expanding until even the flecks of gold in his irises appear black. 

But she signed a waiver, she reminds herself. The Reaper just said as much.

And yet…

And yet, it sounds like he needs her to touch him. Like he craves being the one to grant permission when she finds herself desperate to give in.

Gwyn lets a hint of that desperation show. That desire that he seems to match. She peers at him through long lashes, not bothering to hide the sweltering heat of her gaze.

Teetering on what feels like the edge of more, she watches as the Reaper’s fingers strain against the waiver he still holds. The paper crumples at the edges, one bad decision away from being torn to shreds.

Ever the professional, however, he clears his throat and continues speaking in an unwavering voice. “You’ll know you’ve reached the far end of the maze when you see a white ribbon on the gate overhead.”

He folds Gwyn’s waiver in half, then precise quarters. Then folds it again.

Stepping aside, he uses the paper to gesture towards the maze’s entrance. She’s met with another flash of his eyes. This time, paired with a wink.

“Good luck,” he tells her. 

And then Nesta loops her arm around Gwyn, and pulls her inside.

[courtofblooming]

𐙚 elriel as angel x demon. 🦇♡

“my, my, those eyes like fire

i’m a winged insect, you're

a funeral pyre” ♱ 🎃

commissioned by me, lovelyfawnxx, kbalin97 and sky_wonder_ on ig.

art by @rutisfree (ruisfree)

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[lalacliffthorne]

pumpkins, movie nights and a halloween party - autumn and spooky season headcanons (remastered) 🦇🎃💀

bc not writing anything to honor one of my favourite seasons and holidays would be a crime.

spooky season is one of your favourites

anything witchy and slightly shudder-inducing causes massive increases in your general happiness

so in true witchy fashion

Mor, Feyre and you decide that it will only truly be beginning of spooky season once you have carved jack'o'lanterns

you argue you can use them for Rhys's big annual Halloween party -

but really, you just want to carve pumpkins and make a mess

and so, the first week of October you meet at the flat

Feyre brings the pumpkins in two big wooden crates the two of you lug up the stairs

you have ordered a bunch of sharp knives for the occasion

and Mor brings drinks

tho, as she says as she places them on the counter with a meaningful eyebrow-raise

those are better left untouched until any activities including sharp objects are finished

"Huh."

You raise your head, and Mor squints.

"Is it me... or does this guy look a little more like Vlad the Impaled?"She turns her pumpkin, and both Feyre and you cackle. Mor grins and wiggles her brows.

You're sitting in the kitchen, the big table covered with a picknick blanket to protect the wood from the big bowls with stinky gourd intestines. Candles are flickering in the window, the speakers are connected to Feyre's phone and playing some halloween playlist, and there are mugs with steaming hot chocolate standing in front of all of you.

Feyre and Mor are perched on the couch, your best friend squinting in focus while Mor's tongue sticks out the corner of her mouth in concentration. You're sitting on one of the chairs, one leg pulled up as you happily saw a grimace into the pumpkin in front of you. You're going for a traditional evil grin. Feyre is carving some intricate side profile of a witch with a crooked hat, and Mor is winging it.

The front door opens, and you hear three pairs of heavy footsteps and the shuffle of jackets being shed. But you only raise your head once you hear Cassian's deep, familiar voice.

"Hello la-", he breaks off mid sentence and sniffles, his charming grin melting into a grimace. "The fuck -"

Rhys pushes past him, nose crunched as he heads for the window. "God, it stinks in here."

"Eh,", all three of you echo, brows crunched in focus.

"Who thought it was a good idea to supply you three with sharp knives?" Cassian leans into the doorframe, smirking lazily as he crosses his arms, and Mor raises her head, slowly beginning to smile sweetly.

"Why...?" She switches her grip on her knife to prop the handle onto the table and smiles brighter and wider, and there's a soft, amused huff that makes you raise your head again.

Azriel pushes past Cassian, one corner of his lips twitching as he throws his best friend a look.

"Dug yourself right into that one."

Your breath catches at the sight of your boyfriend. His hair is tousled from the wind outside, his shoulders straining against his t-shirt as he moves past Rhys.

Mor waves her knife at Cassian playfully, and you grin up at Azriel when he slowly comes to stand behind you. His hands close around the backrest, muscles shifting under his shirt, and straightening in your seat a little, you crane your neck to look up at him.

Your eyes find amber ones, warm in the flickering light of the candles, the golden specks twinkling in amusement when he lightly arches a brow at you, and your heart leaps happily.

You feel the muscles in Azriel's arms shift when you lean the back of your head against them and beam up at him. "Hi."

"Hi." Azriel's low, deep voice vibrates through you, slow and amused, and you feel your smile widen.

"They gave me a knife."

Somewhere to your left, Cassian begins to laugh, his shoulders shaking as his head falls back.

Azriel stares back down at you, and slowly, very slowly, a smirk spreads over his face, and your heart leaps against your ribs as a flutter rises in your chest at the sight of the creases in his cheeks and the lazy twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah?" His warm, deep voice trickles down your spine, and you widen your eyes and whisper loudly: "Actually, I just took it."

"Oh, dear God." Rhys turns his eyes towards the ceiling exasperatedly, and Mor cackles while Feyre starts rolling with laughter.

You beam up at Azriel, and your breath hitches when his lips curve and he sends you a light wink.

the finished pumpkins are placed all over the flat and the balcony, with candles flickering inside every evening

it's the cue for the start of several movie nights

for the ones where it's only you and the boys, you hole up in one of your rooms

it's usually yours

(Cass claims it's bc it smells the nicest

Rhys usually retorts that bc you don't leave smelly socks lying around)

but also 9/10 times, the ambience in your bed room is just cosiest

you light candles and fairy lights

drag several blankets into your room

and turn your bed into one big cozy pit

on the nights where it's the whole gang

you usually make a sleepover of it

you and Cass turn the living room into one big cozy landscape

you push the couch table to the side, drag mattresses from your rooms and push them into between the couches

then you fill everything with pillows and blankets

since the colder months have started, Rhys and you spend even more time in the kitchen

you use every opportunity you have, and the movie nights aren't any different

so usually, the flat smells like apples, cinnamon and butter when Feyre and Mor arrive

the latter and Cass have claimed spots as designated taste testers for new recipes

which means most times, Mor makes a beeline for the kitchen, grinning and pressing a smacking kiss onto your cheek in greeting before giggling happily at the food

Feyre usually brings non-baking related snacks, for which Cassian hugs the shit out of her

she still doesn't look like she's used to that yet

then, as it gets dark outside, you all change into pyjamas and huddle up in the living room

it's usually a bit of scooching and wiggling until everyone is comfortable

sometimes, you and the girls all curl up on the mattresses on the floor, propped up and surrounded by dozens of pillows

the boys all stretched out on the couches, Cassian and Azriel kicking at each other in a fight for the big blanket

other times, Rhys and Cass claim the mattresses while Feyre and Mor huddle up on one couch and you end up curled against Azriel's chest

his scarred hand slipped under your hoodie, his chest warm and solid against your back and his chin dropped against your head

you playing with his fingers and huddling into your blanket happily, your heart thrumming

there are candles lit everywhere, the window sills, the dining table, the shelves

Rhys keeps everyone supplied with big mugs full of steaming hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream

bowls with snacks distributed and handed back and forth between you

the actual choice of movie depends of who gets to the remote the quickest

you watch some classics like hocus pocus or corpse bride on the nights one of you girls get your turn

when Cassian is quickest, you end up buried under a blanket between Mor and Feyre with only your noses peeking out while a full on horror movie plays in the back

it's got its funny moments

but most of the time, you're hiding your face against Mor's shoulder, flinching everytime she squeaks

for more spooky vibes, Mor drags you to a Halloween themed dinner she's been dying to go to for two years now in the second week of October

it's at a restaurant located in the old part of the city, with small crammed tables under big stone arches

the place went all in with the decorating, and the menu holds all kind of spooky takes

you're very impressed with the life-like spider cake

you can even choose from several witchy potions/drinks and "brew" them yourselves

safe to say, you have the time of your lives

Rhys takes you to a screening of some old black and white horror movie a couple of days later

you deck yourself with drinks and snacks and occupy two of the fancy velvet chairs in the last row

your legs thrown over Rhys's knees so his long legs have space and your giggles barely suppressed against his shoulder while Rhys grins and steals your popcorn

like every year, spooky season mounts in Rhys's big annual halloween party

this year, he has decided, after a quick vote, that the big annual halloween party will not actually be that big

read: you'll hold it at the flat

which means, it will still be one hell of a party

just a bit less fancy

and a few less people

...

which just means more exclusive and still with a shit ton of people

bc who are we kidding

Rhys will still go all in - he's just not in the mood of the hassle that comes with a pompous location

and a smaller party means that he gets to create a fancy buffet

you go shopping for decorations a week before Halloween

Rain is pattering against the window, the smell of coffee hanging in the air as you giggle under your breath and try to fight off Azriel's fork that keeps lazily swiping pieces of pancake from your plate. You've made them for breakfast, with caramelised apples that made Cass groan when he came in earlier to get his water bottle before leaving for the gym. Now you're sitting at the table, the sky outside dark and grey and Azriel opposite of you, steaming mugs in front of you and Azriel's plate empty.

"Hey, darling?"

You raise your head at the sound of Rhys's deep voice, and Azriel easily swipes a whole fork of pancake and apples from your plate. You curse softly, and Rhys sticks his head through the kitchen door.

"Are you busy today?"

You glare at your boyfriend who lounges in his chair, his lips curving as he chews slowly, a lazy crease forming in his cheek when he sends you a light wink.

You glower, and Azriel's eyes twinkle in the warm light like he's trying not to laugh.

There's the sound of fingers snapping, and when both you and Azriel tear your eyes away from each other and look towards the door, Rhys smirks and leans a shoulder against the door.

"You know, I was going to ask whether you wanted to come shop for decorations for the party, but looking at the two of you, how am I supposed to tear you apart?"

In unison, Az and you roll your eyes and flip him off.

Rhys grins until he looks like the Cheshire Cat. "Look at that, you even share the same brain cell..."

"Why is he so mean?", you grumble, digging into the last bit of your pancakes.

"Probably in heat,", Azriel mumbles under his breath, his lips twitching when Rhys snorts and you fall into a giggle fit.

"Okay, seriously, sweetheart; I could use your help." Rhys pushes off the doorframe.

"I mean,", you pick up your mug and shrug, "technically, you could use Az's help too, to carry stuff." Innocently, you blink over the rim of your cup.

Azriel's eyes narrow, and he starts to glower at you.

You feel your lips twitch. Then you look over towards the door, catching Rhys's gaze, and at the same time, you both start to grin.

"C'mon, Azzie boy." Rhys's smirk is positively wicked when he winks at his best friend. "Bet your girlfriend's gonna be very happy with you if you tag along..."

Azriel's grumpy glare would make most people cower.

With Rhys, it just makes his grin grow until it nearly splits his face as he raises his brows.

Azriel's scowl deepens, then his eyes flicker towards you. He looks like he's regretting it the same second, because you're beaming at him, wide and cheeky as you raise your brows.

"Please...?"

Rhys laughs, his head falling back and shoulders shaking, and Azriel glares at you.

Still, you're almost sure to see an amused flicker in his eyes when he rolls them.

safe to say, when you leave the flat half an hour later, Azriel is behind you, wearing a thick jacket over his hoodie and raising his brows at you when you beam up at him

you're definitely sure you see the corners of his lips twitching lightly tho

Mor comes too, bc she's a sucker for shopping

and bc you need her car

Rhys has located the best shops for decoration in town

you and Mor get excited over and over again, eyes widening and squeezing each other's hands whenever you spy something new

Azriel just trails after you, a faintly amused expression on his face while Rhys chuckles at your exciement

at the first store, you buy loads of fake spiderwebs and dozens of big black spiders

also an array of skulls and skeleton hands you can use for candle holders and the buffet

Mor scares the crap out of you when she uses one of the hands to gently scratch the back of your head when you're not looking

you nearly die, darting into Azriel's chest

and Mor cackles for five whole minutes

Azriel's is so obviously trying not to laugh that his eyes crinkle at the corners as you bury your face in his chest

Rhys doesn't even try

at the next store, you get a whole bunch of candles, a whole armada floating candles you can hang off the ceiling and a ridiculous amount of paper bats

you get a giggle fit when Mor holds one up next to Azriel's head and contemplates the uncanny resemblance

the glare Azriel levels her with would make the biggest man cower

Mor just grins widely

you also find mugs shaped like black cauldrons and wine glasses with stems like skeletal hands for the bar

after lunch, Rhys makes a pit stop to confirm the rental of a fog machine

the store he's going to rent it from is big and with a massive load of things to rent, like human sized skeletons and witches

Mor pretends to dramatically waltz through one of the wide aisles, pulling you with her until you fall into fits of giggles

Azriel watches, dimple digging into his cheeks and eyes twinkling

Rhys decides to rent some spotlights as well to really make the fog shine and half a dozen of the big skeletons

then you're on your way again

Mor's car is pretty stuffed already at this point, but you make two more stops

at the first, you get a massive assortment of funkily shaped bottles and some stuff for the buffet

at the second, you buy table cloth, witches hats and some fake ravens

a couple of days later, Rhys and you go shopping for the food

you visit several supermarkets to get everything for the dozens of snacks he has planned, all spookily on theme

your pinterest has been great help when it comes to inspiration

you also get a massive amount of booze for the bar, including loads of glittering ones, a huge load of crushed ice and stuff for spooky garnish

the day before the party, Rhys and you spend in the kitchen

you make a little pre-party of it, with music and hot cider as you prepare most of the snacks

little spider cakes inspired by your and Mor's dinner, mummy sausage in a blanket, pomegranate chocolate skulls, candied apples that look like they might poison you if you try them, chocolate ghosts, monster munch popcorn -

the amount of candy eyeballs and melted marshmallows for webs you use is concerning

Feyre drops by in the late afternoon

Rhys flirts so unabashedly that after only ten minutes she's glaring at him while her cheeks are gleaming with a blush

but he doesn't seem deterred in the slightest

on the contrary

his grin only widens whenever she huffs at him

but you haven't invited her to play cupid (at least not solely)

while you and Rhys start filling the bottles you bought and cleaned with the varieties of alcohol, pimping some with some edible glitter

Feyre starts writing the etiquettes

everything gets a new, spookier, more witchy name, the actual name of the booze scribbled in the corner in Feyre's ornate handwriting

there's witch's tears, fairie's breath, dragon's flame, vampire venom -

she even draws little sketches on the labels before charring the edges of the thick paper and glueing them to the bottles accordingly

then she writes some spooky recipe suggestions you have found on instagram on the same kind of paper, drawing little doodles of ghosts, witches and cats all around them

witches' brew, midnight margaritas, ecto martini, vampire's dinner -

the options are endless

if there's anything you've learned from last year

it's to not leave the costume until a week before the party

even though it will be a smaller affair than the last one, you know Rhys will still go all out

and so you put the utmost care into your costume

first, Mor, Feyre and you spend an afternoon on the couch, browing pinterest and an array of online shops in search for ideas or center pieces

neither of you girls really has a plan at first

but then...

There's a flash of lightning, and when you raise your head, thunder cracks in the distance, rumbling and making you shiver happily.

Rain is pounding against the windows of the living room, and the candles flicker as Feyre hums absentmindedly to the music playing in the background. The mugs with hot chocolate you've made have been empty for quite a while now, but the warm, sweet scent still lingers in the air.

"What are you looking for?" Mor scrunches her brows and chews on her pen as she leans forward, browsing on your laptop.

"Not really sure?" You squint, adjusting your spot on the cushion on the floor while you slowly scroll through your pinterest on Rhys's tablet. Then you raise your brows and hold the tablet over your head. "I like this."

In unison, Feyre and Mor who sit behind you on the couch, lean in.

"Oh, I like that!" Feyre's eyes starts twinkling. "That actually fits with what I got so far."

"Huh." Mor squints at the screen. Then, suddenly, she slowly start to grin widely. "Guys. I've got an idea."

You crane your neck to look up at her, and Mor raises her brows, her grin growing. "What have we got here?"

Feyre crunches her brows. "Huh?"

Mor rolls her eyes before widening them. "Between all of us? We're the most iconic thing in mythology and spooky fiction - three women! We're the Fates, holding human life in our hands, we're the three faces of Hecate, the goddess of Magic, we're the Sanderson sisters -"

Both Feyre and you stare at her blankly.

Mor whips out her arms. "Dude, we're a coven!"

Both Feyre's and your eyes widen.

"Wait -"

"That's genuis!" Feyre beams. "We can all go as witches!"

"But those vibes!" You frantically point at your tablet.

"Exactly!" Mor is grinning widely. "We're dark, spooky, but elegant, alluring." She widens her eyes. "Think about it; silk, lace, dramatic silhouettes -"

You groan happily and turn on the spot, wiggling in excitement. "Okay, what are you thinking, all of us dresses or -"

as soon as you got the vibe down

dark, spooky, but elegant, alluring

you slowly work out the looks you want to go for

you scour several online stores for inspiration and end up ordering the base piece for your look

a few days later, you go shopping

for the vibe you're all going for, you decide to scour the plenty of vintage shops you all love first

at the first, Feyre finds a black dress with puffy sleeves that slide off her shoulders

you already ordered one piece of your planned costume; a tiered black cotton skirt

but at the next shop, you stumble upon a tight lace shirt with billowing sleeves

Mor finds you a black corset with embroidery all over the front a few stores later

along with the flowy, tiered black dress she decides to use as base for her costume

you buy some more lace for a cape Feyre is going to design for herself and some structured tights that look like overlapping spiderwebs for your costume

oh, and

as Mor puts it

"a shit ton of accessoires"

the day of Halloween all of you spend decoration the flat

Mor and Feyre show up for the late breakfast (pancakes with googly eyes and whipped cream ghosts)

after Azriel had to pull you out of bed and carry you into the kitchen

Cassian made you watch another horror movie and let's just say you didn't sleep all that much

then, after lots of coffee, hot chocolate and food

you begin to set up

Mor and Fey both have their costumes with them in big bags so they don't have to go home again

they stash them in your room before joining the rest of you

Mor pulls up her spooky autumn playlist, then you split into groups

Rhys disappears into the kitchen to prep the rest of the foods that aren't stored in the fridge yet, the decorations for the drinks, and to set up the bar

Mor starts to spread spiderwebs all over the rooms, Feyre trailing after her to carefully attach big black spiders in the webs

meanwhile, you begin distributing fake candles all over the flat

the windowsills and shelves, the couch table and the fireplace, even the floor -

Cassian and Azriel are tasked with everything that needs hanging up

big spiders dangling from thin cords everywhere, floating candles attached to fishing lines at different heights, and swarms of paper bats that sway lightly in the breeze

once Mor and Feyre are done, they start helping you sprinkle the rest of the decorations around

skulls and skeleton hands that carry murky glasses with unidentified contents that Mor brought

more spiders and bats sitting on all the possible vantage points

witches hats that sit atop the chairs, some ravens up on the shelf

and confetti in shape of tiny bats, spiders and cauldrons

"the only thing we're missing at this point is a black cat,", Mor comments when the big skeletons along with the fog machine and the spot lights are delivered at noon

"why, we got Azriel,", you throw back absendtmindedly, and Mor starts laughing

you put the skeletons in different corners and the guys set up the smoke machine while Feyre finds good places for the spot lights

then you help Rhys set up the basis for the buffet on the dining room table

you bought a big black velvet table cloth you spread out carefully

then you put up a couple of tall candelabras

on the table in the kitchen, Rhys has put up a big cauldon that actually steams

the flat is mostly done by 5 pm

and all of you are starving

Rhys orders a bunch of pizzas

Feyre starts to do Cassian's make up

his hair is pulled up messily as she starts to line his facial structures with a thin brush and white paint

Cassian catches your eyes and winks

you just grin and wink back

when the pizza arrives, you and Mor take turns feeding Feyre pieces, bc now her hands are smeared with black and white paint

it takes time -

in which the rest of you polish off four massive pizzas and Cassian whines whenever Feyre chides him for messing up her work when he takes massive bites of pizza

but after a whole lot of precision work

his whole face is turned into a ghostly white skeleton on shiny black paint

Feyre even painted spine bones down his throat

when she's done, you switch so she can actually eat properly

and you use the black paint you ordered specifically for this to paint the space between Cassian's teeth black

when he grins at you, you nearly topple backwards off the couch

both Rhys and Azriel haven't shared what they're dressing up as

tho in Azriel's case

it is more of a case of whether he's gonna dress up at all

at a little after 6, Mor drags you to your feet to get ready

you hole up in your room, shutting the door and putting on some music

outside, it's already dark, and you can see families and groups of children roaming the streets in the warm glow of the street lights

you end up sitting on the floor as you start curling Feyre's hair, giggling at the stories Mor tells

you carefully pin half of Feyre's hair up while she puts Mor's hair in soft waves and Mor does her own make up

the candles you lit on the windowsill are flickering

and it smells like apples and biscuits

Mor's eyeliner is sharp enough that you just wordlessly hand her your make up bag

Mor grins and squeezes your cheeks before getting to work

all the while, Feyre does your hair

then Mor does Feyre's make up as well while you lean against the bed, shaking with laughter at the grimaces Mor pulls to try and get Feyre to crack

when she's done, Mor disappears into the bathroom to get dressed first

"Guys."

Feyre and you raise your heads, and Mor grins and opens her arms.

"What d'you think?"

Feyre whistles lowly, and you raise your brows with a cheeky grin. "Hot."

Mor winks before doing a dramatic spin. Her lightweight flowy gown spins with her, billowing around her. It's so long, it sways around the ankles of her knee-high chunky boots when she comes to a still and grins, doing a happy, giddy wiggle.

"I didn't even notice the details before." You clamber to your feet to inspect the ruffles and the way they cleverly add layers and dimension to the fabric.

"I know!" Mor widens her eyes and happily swings her sleeves in front of her face, raising her brows. "I'm just gonna start wearing this day to day."

Feyre giggles as she picks up her clothes. "Grocery shopping is gonna be a blast."

Mor wiggles her brows and winks, then she grins and turns around to float out of the room. Feyre grins at you and follows her to disappear into the bathroom, and you close the door to get dressed yourself.

The tights you found at a drugstore sit snug against your legs as you slip into the black boots with the chunky heels that already resided in your closet. You bought them a few years ago with Mor, who lent a similar pair to Feyre as well. Then you straighten and carefully pin one side of your soft black skirt up, until it's rouched and gathered at your waist, and the side of your thigh is showing.

There's a light knock, and you make a face as you fight your way into your corset, nearly getting caught on your lace sleeve.

"Mor?" You grumble. "Can you help me with the corset, cause I'm not sure I can lace it up at the front -" You raise your head, and your heart catches in your throat.

In the mirror, you see Azriel leaning in the doorway. His hands are slipped into the pockets of his black jeans, and his shoulders are straining against his black t-shirt. His dark hair is curling and tousled, a strand falling into his forehead as his gaze slowly drags over your body, and something shifts in his gaze, grows warm and deep and heated.

He looks like he always does.

Except for one major change that makes your lips part and heart leap into your throat.

His eyes, always a warm shade of caramel, are now a deep, twinkling gold.

Something suddenly starts fluttering against your ribs.

One corner of Azriel's lips curves upwards. Then he sends you a slow, lazy smirk, and your heart topples and nearly stops beating when you catch the flash of sharp fangs.

Holy shit.

The smooth planes of his face are illuminated by the warm light, throwing shadows under his cheekbones and jaw as he pushes off the doorframe, and you watch in the mirror, your breath hitching with every inhale as he slowly walks towards you. His soundless, smooth gait somehow seems even more prowling than usual, and you have to keep yourself from swallowing violently when he comes to a half right behind you. His body towers over you in the mirror, and you can feel his body brush against your back when he shifts his weight, his bright eyes piercing yours before he lowers his head.

His warm fingers brush against your back, and through the lace, you shiver, your heart leaping into your throat.

Azriel throws you a look, and one corner of his lips twitches. Then he drops his gaze again and starts lacing up the back of your corset.

Your breath catches, and suddenly you feel very, very hot.

You're sure Azriel has to hear your heart pounding as he gently pulls the black silky ribbons tight, working his way from the top to the bottom. You're tempted to ask with a cheeky grin how he knows how to do this.

But you're afraid your voice won't listen.

There's a concentrated furrow between Azriel's brows as he carefully ties the ends of the ribbons in a bow, then he raises his eyes to meet yours in the mirror, and one corner of his lips quirk as he reaches up to lightly straighten one of the broad straps sitting on your shoulders.

"Good?" His deep, low voice vibrates through you and makes your heart leap high, and you swallow despite yourself and nod softly.

The curve to Azriel's lips deepens, and the ghost of a crease forms in his cheek when he sends you a slow, lazy smirk. The deceptively real looking fangs flash in the light, and suddenly, your skin tingles.

"Thanks." Your voice is soft and a little weak and catches in your throat when Azriel carefully reaches up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

He sends you a slow, light smirk, and somehow, you pull yourself together and grin back cheekily.

"Any specific thing you're supposed to be?"

Azriel shrugs lazily, raising his head and raising a brow. "Demon."

You blink, and suddenly, your throat is dry again.

"Right." Your voice is breathless and a little high, and Azriel's lips curve. Then his hands slide down to your waist, and gently, he tugs you around until you face him. Even in the high boots, you have to tilt your head back to look up at him, and something starts rising under your ribs, warm and pulsing when your chest brushes against Azriel's.

The crease in Azriel's cheek deepens as one corner of his lips curves into a light grin. Then he drops his head, and your heart tethers when his breath brushes over your skin.

His nose brushes against yours tantalizingly slow, then Azriel dips his head and kisses you.

A soft sound breaks from your throat, and you stretch, your hand sliding up to bury in Azriel's dark hair, the other clinging to his shirt as you kiss back, firm and just a little desperate.

The fangs graze your lip, and your breath catches. Your lips part, and Azriel makes a low sound deep in his chest, his hand coming up to slide into your hair and tilt your head back, and he kisses you deeper, harder, his chest pressing into yours as his tongue lazily maps yours.

"Dude!"

Feyre's indignant voice makes you pull back with a soft gasp, your fingers digging into Azriel's t-shirt, and he rolls his eyes and looks over his shoulder to glower at Feyre, but she just glowers back.

"Get your hands out of her hair, I worked hard on that!"

you somehow manage to pry yourself out of Azriel's grasp

your willpower must be magnificent

bc the way he's gazing down at you, his golden eyes piercing and heated and twinkling

makes your stomach throw loop after loop

you're glad Mor isn't the one who caught you

or that she hasn't applied your lipstick yet

Feyre shoos Azriel out of the room, and he lets her, just looking grumpy yet faintly amused

then she calls for Mor, and you somehow shake yourself out of the fast thrum of your heart and the pull in your lower stomach

Feyre looks spectacular

the black dress she's wearing has billowy sleeves that fall off her shoulders and a long tired skirt

she wears the corset you ended up ordering for her

black and with intricate stitching

and her tights glitter in the light whenever she moves

together, you lay last hand on your costumes

you put on the dozens of thin necklaces you own anyway

together with an assortment of rings and dangly earrings

Feyre does the same, marvelling at the manicure Mor has given all of you a couple of days earlier

it's a shade of such deep red, it nearly looks black

Mor adds deep, nearly black lipstick to your look and poufs up her hair

and you help Feyre add her lace cape that sits on her hair and falls over her back

then Mor pulls you to stand in front of the mirror, grinning

"we look good."

you really do

"the holy trinity of female spookiness." you grin and Feyre laughs, her shoulders shaking under her cape

Mor takes a picture of all of you

then she shoos you out of the room

Feyre goes to check if Cassian has managed to put on his t-shirt without smudging his make up

Mor goes to check on the buffet Rhys has erected in the mean time

and you make your way to the kitchen to see if you can help him with the rest of the snacks

the bar is already set up under spooky purple lights

all of your bottles next to the cauldron mugs, spooky wine glasses and other glassware

on the table, the steaming cauldron is surrounded by bowls and bowls with the biggest array of snacks possible

and Rhys is standing with his back to you, digging in the fridge

"You know, I was gonna ask if you need help, but -", you raise your brows, "looks like you're good."

Rhys appears from the depth of the fridge and turns his head towards you, and your lips part.

So that's where Azriel has the contacts from.

"What the -"

Rhys smirks, then he closes the fridge and raises an eyebrow, and you stare at him wide-eyed.

Damn.

Rhys is wearing expensive looking slacks, a shirt half unbuttoned that shows off his tones abs and chest and the tattoos snaking over his skin. His face looks flawless, more flawless than usual, his hair sits even better than usual, which you didn't think was possible, and his eyes -

"Holy shit." You gape, and Rhys winks.

His eyes have been sort of purple-ish since birth, which has been confirmed by one evening of baby photo stalking (which made for lot of laughter and teasing all around). It has fascinated you ever since you met him, but now, they're not just the usual deep blue. Instead, they're a stark, twinkling violet.

You almost ask what he's supposed to be. But then you catch a glimpse at his ears, and your mouth falls open even wider.

"Holy. Shit."

Rhys snorts when you immediately scurry forward to reach up and carefully touch the pointy ears that look so real, you nearly pull one just to see if it's actually attached.

"Where did you get that?"

"I have my ways." Rhys smirks down at you, and you blink before grinning.

"So what, you're like a hot, modern day elf?"

Rhys snorts.

"Basically. I wanted to do a whole Lord of the Rings elf thing first, but then -" His lips curve into a wicked smile. "Well, I don't know. I guess I liked this look better."

You blink and slowly start to grin back widely. "Yeah..."

You see why.

It really looks more like him.

at around 11 pm, the flat is stuffed to the brim

there are people everywhere

on the couches, the armchairs and the chairs, the floor and windowsills

the hall is packed just like the kitchen, and there are even loads of people out on the balcony, even tho it is fucking freezing

the buffet is a massive hit

it looks amazing, with the skulls and the themed food

the bar is just as popular

the music is making the floor vibrate, some Hallooween party playlist on shuffle that Mor has created for the occasion

you can tell that this party is also more excluse by just how elaborately everyone is dressed up

more have lost count of the times you have stopped people to compliment their outfits

you have seen more witches, dozens of sirens and vampires, some very fancy zombies -

Mor drags you and Feyre to dance more times than you can count

you twirl in circles, your skirts billowing, and your heart nearly explodes from how much its thrumming with happiness

whenever you focus, you can feel eyes on you

and whenever you look over your shoulder, you meet golden eyes trained on you from an armchair by the couches

but you also catch violet ones that are watching your best friend

every time, you slowly start to beam at their owner

and every time, you get back a huff, an easy smirk and a wink

cheeky bastard

you find yourself on the couch next to Cassian for a good half an hour, your legs dragged over his lap to save space and a big plate balanced on your knees as you try yourself through the whole buffet

Rhys drags you outside to breathe a little later, and you grin at him long enough that he rolls his eyes

"I'll do something about it eventually"

the way he grumbles it makes you actually believe him

tho you swear to yourself that if he doesn't get a move on soon, you'll actually have to play cupid

this has been going on for long enough in your opinion

and Mor's, judging by the way she smirks at her cousin a little later when the two of you catch a glimpse at Feyre and Rhys in the corner of the living room

deep in conversation, Rhys staring down at her with a wide smile while Feyre is laughing

"idiots,", Mor just says with a mischievous grin

then she drags you with her for a break in the kitchen where it's a little less crowded and you find a spot on the couch

Mor mixing you a series of spooky and very tasty drinks

she's a lot better at that than Rhys and you

at 2 am, the party is still at full swing when you make yourself into the living room

your eyes meet golden ones, and your heart leaps high

your already heated cheeks grow warmer, and your breath catches when Azriel lightly shifts in his seat, spreading his long legs a little wider in a silent invite

your lips start to curve until you smile brightly

then you slip through the crowd, dodging elbows and arms until you can slide into between Azriel's knees and plop down into the armchair with him

sliding into the space between him and the armrest, you giggle when Az slides his hand under your knee and pulls your legs up until they're hanging over the opposite armrest

his arm slides down your back and around your waist, and Azriel lazily sinks back in his seat, pulling you into his body

his golden eyes flicker over your face, and you prop your arm onto his shoulder and blink at him with a cheeky smile

the corner of Azriel's lips twitches

"yes?"

his deep, low voice vibrated through you, causing your heart to skip, and your smile widens

then you lean forward and whisper into his ear: "I'm gonna need help to get out of the corset later."

Azriel's grip on your leg tightens

he huffs gently

and when you pull back, he stares at you

one corner of his lips slowly curves upwards

then he gently pushes your legs off the armrest and straightens, his warm breath brushing over your neck and causing your heart to leap into your throat when he mumbles into your back

"get up."

you do not need him to be ask twice

the flat is finally quiet again by 4 am

Feyre, Mor and you are standing in the bathroom, all in pyjamas and giggling under your breath as you take off your make up

you're caught in that strange space between adrenaline, giddiness and complete exhaustion when you turn off the light in the hall

a paper bat brushes your head when you wave at Feyre and Mor who disappear into your room

then you slide into Azriel's room

The light of the bedside lamp dunks everything into a warm glow as you close the door behind you and turn around, and your heart skips gently.

Your clothes are still strewn all over the floor from earlier, mixed together with Azriel's. The bed is messy, sheets all over the place.

But what really makes your breath catch gently is Azriel laying on his back in the middle of the bed, shadows snaking over his bare torso and hair tousled as he watches with a tired twinkle in his eyes as you make your way over to the bed.

The contact lenses are gone, but as you slide under the blanket - you decide you prefer the warm amber twinkle.

Azriel's arm slides around your waist when you turn off the light, then he tugs you back into his body with easy strength that makes you giggle deliriously.

You feel his lips curve against your shoulder, then his grip tightens, and Azriel curls around you, until there's no place you can't feel him.

Your heart starts to flutter against your ribs, gentle and warm, growing even as your eyes grow heavy and you start to drift away into sleep, until there's a warm thrum in your chest.

Azriel's fingers starts to brush over your ribs, and you fall asleep to the feel of his nose buried at the back of your neck and his warm body pressed against yours.

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This is gonna be cryptic but this will make sense once the one shot is out. I'm writing a Halloween costume contest for the AU prompt for Nessian Week. The fic takes place in our world as a heads up.

Since we're a week away I'm working on a few things including the end of this fic. I thought it would be really cool to see if anyone actually wanted to vote for who got to win.

Below I will have a poll of the costumes competing! However, the catch is that you don't know what couple is doing what. (Some of you might know. All I ask is that you don't spoil it lol).

Couples that will be featured in the fic: Nessian Feysand Gwynriel Helion/LoA Mor/Viviane's Sister Lucien/Jurian/Vassa Elain/Emerie Kallias/Viviane/Eris Some are more obvious than others oh well

Good luck! Once results are in I'll see what yall want and go from there <3

Remember this is supposed to be fun! Nessian are still the main characters of the fic even if they don't win <3