#Taylor swift x Acotar

[starryhiraeth]

Azriel x Reader

Warnings?; Uhm? Angst (fluff ending), (a bit of) Elain Slander (sorry babes <3)

✨spelling errors✨

Italics=Flashback

Disclaimer; for some reason this was really hard to write so I hope it’s okay 😂

Lol I think that’s it ANYWAY-

A part of you expected it, Azriel liked fixing people, making them better, being the hero.

He saved Mor,

He saved You,

And now that Elain had joined the night court he had made her his new project.

You were angry obviously, you hadn’t seen him in a month. A month!

You mate! And all this time he had been a watching over Elain. Perfect flower sniffing Elain. Gods you hated her.

You hated the way everyone treated her like glass and how Azriel gained a thrill from making her better, maybe he just thought you were dumb? You were a lot younger than him in fae years.

It wouldn’t be the first time you were considered dim because of your age, you were young and they assumed you knew nothing.

It wasn’t true, in reality you where probably the most mature person in whatever room you were in.

You knew almost everything even though your young,

You knew the reason why Azriel liked being the hero and saving them was because he felt like a monster and this helped him feel good.

You knew that Elain would never get better if everyone kept on treating her like she were made of china

You knew that Azriel will learn that a friend to all is a friend to none

You knew that Azriel chasing two girl, for whatever reason, he would loose the one

You knew that the thrill would expire and Azriel will release what he had lost and that you’d been cursing him until the day came

And most importantly you knew you were done.

So there you sat in your new apartment on the edge of Velaris, in front of the fireplace cuddled up in your second favourite cardigan, you’d accidentally left your favourite in Az’s room, and you thought back.

“Az!” Your laugh echoed through the streets of Velaris, when coming back from a meeting with some lords from autumn court, all you could do was look at Azriel and imagine all the things you could’ve been doing instead of listing to some dusty old boy of autumn, “sensual politics” you had joked, after that you two left and got completely wasted, which led to Azriel drunk under a street light and you laughing at him in your formal dress and black lipstick.

And the way he look at you, gods the way he looked at you made you feel more seen then you’d ever been, you often felt as if you were just a piece of clothes stuck at the back if the wardrobe or under someone’s bed, but when Azriel looked at you, you felt as if he had brought you out to the light and declared that you are his favourite

Azriel was otherworldly, any scars you felt were ugly, it felt as if Azriel was drawn stars around them, turning them into something Beautiful

But now?

Now, it felt like those wounds were open again and were now bleeding,

Azriel had left his mark on you, like a blood stain, like a tattoo kiss.

Yet despite the burning feeling in your gut, you wet calm, he’d be back, even if they’d gotten romantic, even if he slept with her

You knew Azriel like no one else.

Almost a week later, it was the dead of night at the front door, you’d opened it to find Azriel standing in the front porch light in the pouring rain.

“I fucked up”

You face was blank, showing no emotion,

You stepped aside, silently telling him to come in, after sitting down the sofa, tears shone in Azriel’s eyes, he went to talk but you cut him off

“How far did it go?”

“Barley anywhere.” He rushed out “she went to kiss me and I’ve never flinched away from anyway one quickly”

“If that’s so then why haven’t I seen you for a month”

He choked on his tears “I-I don’t know, I wanted to help, I just got so wrapped up in being a…a good-”

“A hero.” You cut him off again, voice as cold as ice

He tears came out faster as he kneeled in front of you, hands on your legs and head in your lap

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cried over and over “…I almost lost you didn’t I?”

“You says you haven’t?”

The world went still for Azriel

“I’ll do anything, anything! This was never about her, it was about me, me being a monster, me being not good enough for you, I-I brought this for you” he pulled out your favourite cardigan, it was a cream colour, with red lines around the edges and 3 silver stars sewn onto the front

Your face softened, you’d always known this side of Azriel existed but you doubted you’d ever see it, in truth you thought it was locked away deep down inside him, or it has died, yet here it was, vulnerable in front of you clinging onto your cardigan for dear life,

You slowly wrapped it around you and cuddled up to it,

“I’ve neglected you these past weeks, this month, all because of my insecurities and I’ll never forgive myself for it, I don’t expect you to ether but I can say that it’ll never happen again,” still on his knees, he looked deep into your eyes “I promise,” a mark started to appear on his unscarred hand, it swirled around his ring finger and made to like all the way down to his wrist before swirling around that as well, He didn’t even flinch.

“Your all I need, love, forever”

Your exhaled,

Holding his face and leaning his head against yours, he relaxed into your touch,

“I knew you’d come back” you muttered and graceful smile appeared on your face as Azriel stared back almost completely and utterly in love with you,

He picked you up bridal style and placed you in his lap, both of you sat in front of the fire place, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you,

You knew, of course you did,

And finally here his was, back with you in his arms, wearing your favourite Cardigan

[sad-scarred-sassy]

Gold rush is an Elucien song

Not even taking into account the IMMACULATE aesthetic, I love seeing it from Elain’s perspective.

This song exudes reluctant lovers energy. Talking about how everyone desires this person, how scary it is to fall in love when you know it will only lead to breaking bones, how you don’t want to go through it again even though it will probably be all that you ever wanted.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Her being essentially jealous of other people’s attention while in the same breath saying she doesn’t like him.

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

This is so regency romance coded it makes me SOB.

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

If this isn’t a Lucien Vanserra description i don’t know what is.

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

Please I need to get inside this woman’s mind. Headcanons of Elain just gathering information about Lucien is raging right now. Also, Lucien being essentially the epitome of fae, I imagine to Elain he came out straight from a fairy tale.

[a1-sh-a]

“the archer” by t swift is *literally* rhysand to feyre in acotar & acomaf

“I’ve got a 100 thrown out speeches I’ve almost said to you” - about him being her MATE!

“I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey” - while he had to work for Amarantha under the mountain to keep his court safe 🥺

“I cut off my nose just to spite my face and I hate my reflection for years and years” - the way he had to wear a mask and hide his true self for years under the mountain 💔

“all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t put me together again” - the way the inner circle couldn’t help him heal and take away his nightmares after utm and amarantha

“cause all my enemies started out friends” - the way all the courts turned against each other utm

“can you see right through me?” & “who could stay?” - his insecurity about being broken after utm, that he wasn’t a good person, that he didn’t deserve feyre

“you could stay” - feyre accepting the mating bond and telling him and that she could see through his mask and that he was good 🥹💗

[labyrinthlover22]

𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝟥: 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

@lucienweekofficial

“Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word”

I’m so over the moon with how this commissioned turned out! @kt-reads-things & I wanted to capture the warmth & peacefulness that Elain could bring Lucien! I like to think Elain and Lucien are each other’s daylight. We loved the idea of them snuggling & giggling under blankets together. Something about ‘you are in love’ screams elucien to me in the best way possible. We hope you love this piece as much as we do!

Characters belong to @sarahjmaas 🌟

Thank you to @kkvaksha for bringing our vision to life 💛

🎨 by kkvaksha on instagram

commissioned by @kt-reads-things & myself

[houseofwindbookshelf]

“ 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞...

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭”

[rhysiedarling]

BABE WAKE UP, A NEW FEYSAND FAVOURITE FANART JUST DROPPED 📣📣📣💥💥💥💥

🎨 by ignartcio on instagram !!!!! go check them out !!!!!!

[purple-writer8]

I Know Places - ACOTAR

Rhysand x Vanserra!Reader

“They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run.”

warnings: abused eris, autumn court shenanigans, mentioned abuse (verbal and physical), talks of violence, forbidden love, beron being beron, beron being abusive, physical abuse, angst, sexism, the autumn court brothers, angst, beron slander (as he deserves)

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Part Two to But Daddy I Love Him

Masterlist :)

Your father had struck you across your face. He killed you. Killed you and killed your happiness. You thought he would understand, that he would let you marry Rhysand and you would be happy. What a fool you were to think Beron would ever allow you free will. “I’m sorry, darling,” your mother had been comforting you for hours now. 

 Your head rested on her lap as she weaved her fingers through your dirty blonde hair. “How can he be like this? Why doesn’t he want me to be happy?” You cried softly, your hands gripping your mother’s skirts with a white-knuckle grip. 

 “He�� well, he loves you… he means well…” she trembled as she spoke, and you knew that she did not mean that. “How can you say that, mother? Means well? He struck me three times…” you sobbed unto her lap, your heart aching for one person— your lover. 

“Darling, I know he is… unorthodox in his ways, but he cares about your future.” You sat up from your stance when she spoke those words, rage flaring inside your body at her claims. "Cares about my future?! How can you say that after what he did?" You spat angrily, your hands burning with your fire that was just begging to be let out. 

"Rhysand is a bad man... his court... it's a nightmare. There are no morals there. He is a cruel, wicked man, just like his father," your mother contested. You could tell that she was distressed, just like you could tell how abused she was by your father, how she feared him even when he was not around. 

"Do you think I am daft, mother?" You asked quietly. 

"No, honey. You are just youn-" You cut her off. 

"Do you think I don't know, mother? You think I haven't seen how beaten he leaves Eris after he makes a small mistake? You think I haven't seen how he eggs Fenix on to compete with Eris constantly? How he beats each of my brothers into oblivion? You think I don't know what happened to Jesminda and Lucien?" You were erratic, trying to get her to understand that you were no longer a child. 

Your eyes drifted to her arms, covered by her long sleeved dress, "you think I don't know what he does to you?" 

The Lady of Autumn stilled, her face falling as she stared at you solemnly. "I have tried to protect you... Eris has tried. Even Beron has tried. Our reality is not perfect, but your father loves you, and he wants to protect you." 

"I don't need protection, mother. I am not a child anymore... I am a female grown... and I want Rhys, and he wants me." You stated in an unwavering manner. 

"You must understand that Rhysand is not a good man, honey. The Night Court is the worst place to be, the fae there are deranged and depraved," your mother countered. 

You knew there was darkness in the Night Court, but you also knew there was light. So much light. You saw it, Rhys had shown you. But you could never say that, you had promised to keep Velaris a secret, and you would. "There must be good there, mother. I know there must," you stated softly. 

When she did not answer, you said, "he loves me and he would never hurt me. I deserve him, and he deserves me. I wish to be happy." 

She blinked and wiped her hands on her skirts, shaking her head, "your father has made up his mind, it is time you come to terms with that. We are Vanserras, it is the hand we were dealt." With that, the Lady of Autumn left your chambers, sending you further into despair. So, just because you were a Vanserra you had to deal with abuse and unhappiness? 

You would let your family say what they wanted, but you wouldn't hear it. Loose lips sunk ships all the time, but not this time. Left to your own devices, you decided you wouldn't put up with your father's abuse. You rushed to your vanity and rummaged through the cabinet that held all of your trinkets until you found it. 

A mirror.  A beautiful sapphire encrusted mirror given to you by Rhys a few months back. You reached for your red tube of lipstick and wrote on the glass, Come and get me. It was an enchanted mirror, made for the two of you to communicate through it, since he could not reach you in Autumn. You set the mirror down and waited, hoping that your lover hadn't shoved his own mirror in a drawer and forgotten about it. 

You spent the day pacing back and forth in your chambers, hands trembling as you constantly checked the mirror for a reply back. Rhys, please, you pleaded in your mind. 

"I love it when you beg," you let out a happy shriek when your lover appeared in the middle of your room, having winnowed in suddenly. You jumped into Rhys's arms, snaking your own over his neck and pulling him in. His arms slithered around your waist, holding you steady as you held on to him for dear life. 

"Thank the Cauldron," you cried happy tears, ready for him to take you away from this cage. Rhys pulled away and inspected your figure, his violet eyes turning dark, his thumb grazing over the bruising on your cheek as he growled, "Beron." 

A tear slipped down your cheek, a tear he collected with his thumb, "you won't ever suffer under your father again." 

"I just want to go with you," you sniffed, leaning your head against his hand as he cupped your cheek. The door to your chambers opened swiftly, "sister, I've brought you suppe-" 

Eris dropped the plate when he saw the High Lord of Night holding you close, his expression turning into steel. You yelped and clung to Rhys for dear life as your older brother sent fire bolts his way-- bolts that bounced off the shield Rhysand had put up around the two of you. "It doesn't have to be like this," Rhysand told your brother in a sing-song voice. 

"Let her go! This is a breach! This means war, Rhysand." Eris growled and you could only shake your head. "I'm sorry," was what you said before Rhys winnowed the two of you away. 

As you were winnowed into a manor-- in the Night Court, you assumed-- you fell to your knees, loud sobs leaving your body. Rhys was quick to kneel with you, taking your trembling hands in his. "This is what you want?" He asked in a soft tone. 

You nodded, "for me it's always you. It's only you, but... I'll miss Eris."

"I know, lovely. But this is the only way." 

"I know." You said, standing up with his help. 

A feline smile spread on his face as he motioned to the starry and gorgeous view outside the balcony he had winnowed into, "Welcome to the Night Court." 

-

Author’s note:

Part three of her meeting th IC and fluff? ALSO THANK YOU SM FOR THE COMMENTS ON PART ONEEEEE i am bursting with love

General Taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @sheblogs @x-reader-x @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @circe143

Series Taglist: @minaethrym @cherry-cin @acourtofimagines @slytherintaco @mp-littlebit @misskennygirl @umgatochamadopercyval @nayaniasworld @tenaciousperfectionunknown

[lunaduskxo]

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

-Guilty as Sin

[sarawritestories]

All Too Well Synopsis/ Masterlist (Coming Soon!)

CassianX OC (Rhys' Sister), Eris VanserraX OC (Rhys' Sister) (eventually)

I watched the Eras Tour Movie today and had wave of inspiration hit me and also correlated well with an idea @awkardnerd gave me

Content Warnings: This will talk about SA under the Mountain, mentions of suicidal ideation, cheating, depression, PTSD (I think this covers most of it I will adjust accordingly)

Summary: Cassian and Rhys' Sister Estella had fallen love and had a happy little life before her and Rhysand were taken away and were Under The Mountain for 50 years. Both are Amarantha's play things, and Estella yearns to be back home with her love. Though the Heir of the Autumn Court has his eyes set on the Princess of Night.

After Amarantha Cassian's and Estella's relationship is tested until the one thing she feared most happened. Cassian began to distance himself and inevitably found his mate. Leaving her behind and not getting support for her family, Estella flees and finds comfort in the one place she never thought; The Autumn Court.

Each Chapter will be Titled a Taylor Swift Song-Though consider All Too Well the Theme Song. If you want to be on the tag list when I start posting this please let me know!

Mood Board

Estella's Character Bio

Love Story Part 1 Part 2

Enchanted

Tolerate It

Last Kiss

Wildest Dreams

My Tears Ricochet

Cardigan

Invisible String

Clean

Willow

...Ready For It?

Vigilante Shit

Long Live

Never Grow Up

[starryhiraeth]

Azriel x Reader

Warnings; Angst if you squint

Probs some spelling errors (but that’s normal here now)

He was pacing, how long had it been 30 minutes? An hour? 2 hours?

He couldn’t tell, the last thing Azriel could  consciously remember was Rhysand telling him that you, Mor’s sister, was getting married to Eris!

The relationship between you and the inner circle hadn’t been great by any means, when Mor was saved and brought to Velaris you were unbelievably happy for your sister and you waited, waited for them to save you too, knowing that you were your fathers backup plan and had already been exposed to much abuse, you waited and waited and waited and waited and no one came not until centuries later when the High lady Feyre found out Morrigan had a sister, did they come,

By then you had already mastered your way of life, you knew what to do to get out trouble, how to act and talk, of course it was all for the purpose of survival but there was something else…

When your sister was rescued you were merely 16 and it was also the time when your father told you, you would be taking her place, once you were older and trained, you would marry Eris.

The day your sister and her friends arrived and tried to play Hero, you were furious, you yelled that they had centuries to come and rescue you and they hadn’t, they abandoned you! And you didn’t need them, you would marry Eris, you would be the future lady of autumn and you will be happy.

You sent them away with your sister in tears and your cousin with a shameful look on his face. Good. They should feel bad. They deserve it.

But there was one person who didn’t say anything or show any emotional apart from slight shock.

The Shadowsinger Himself.

He felt it the minute he saw you, he felt all your rage, your sadness, your bitterness

He couldn’t say he held it against you in fact he couldn’t really say much, there was just shock pumping through his system

You felt it too, of course you did, but did your care, no…okay maybe a little-

But it didn’t matter.

You knew he was in love with Mor for centuries, everyone knew that, he was in love with the “better sister” you knew that was how they viewed you “the sister made of nightmares”

Fuck them.

Azriel kept on pacing, they were invited to the wedding for Cauldrons sake!

Nobody knew this of course but since that night, that night when he met you, Azriel visited the court of nightmares once a week for 18 weeks

At first he just had his shadows watch you and the report back, next he would watch you at balls and finally on the 8th week he spoke to you, now granted you threw a vase or 2 at him but when you calmed down it wasn’t so bad, it was definitely a journey though

1st-8th week; watching

“She’s okay?”

The shadows moved up and down in a nodding motion in response as Az let out a breath of relief

8th-12th week; Sacrifice vases

A vase flew at his head as he dodged it again

“GET OUT AZRIEL”

“Okay, okay…I just wanted to talk to yo-”

He was interrupted as another vase flew at his head

12th-15th week; I’ll talk but I’m bitter

You were sitting in a bench in your garden starring up at the sky

“You know, the stars in Velaris are much brighter, clearer and beautiful” he said, sitting down next to you

“I wouldn’t know” you snapped slightly

“Let me take you there” his voice held desperation

You just shook your head

“Why not” he ask

You didn’t even look at him, only shrugging

“Your not telling me something, what is it”

I’m marrying another male

Your head snapped to him “I don’t have to tell you anything”

“We’re mates…” there it was again, that’s hint of desperation, for a tiny bit of care, of anything, he waited for centuries for a mate, for that one special person…instead he got you…

You wanted to snap and say that, that meant nothing to you but you thought it would be cruel…and a lie, you cared, of course you cared, you didn’t exactly know why but you did. It didn’t matter though, your hand was already claimed. Azriel was Too late.

So you said nothing and kept looking up at the dull stars of which seemed to hold a glimpse of your future

15th-17th week; the first time

Those past few week were filled with happiness, it was the first time you’d ever laughed so hard, smiled so much and blushed so furiously.

Azriel was otherworldly.

“Admit it, you don’t hate me so much anymore” he laughed

You playfully laughed “I never hated you” He gave you and you kept on laughing “okay fine, maybe a little but you should feel honoured,I wasted many good vases on you”

he laughed “Ah yes, I’ll be sure to mention your brave sacrifice of the vases in my vows”

Both of your laughing stopped as you both realised what he said

His vows.

Blood practically flew to your cheeks as he started to stutter over his words before you both fell into a  comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence

Your mate.

The sun started to come up as Azriel went to leave, he places a kiss on your hand.

After he was gone your smile fell into a look of despair knowing you’d never hear his vows, only Eris’s

18th week; …you ended it…

You two were on the bench again

It was time

“We have to end this…us…no more flirting, laughing or talking” tears shone on your eyes as you couldn’t look at him

“Why…” tears glistened in his hazel eyes, his voicing breaking

“I can’t tell you…”

“I deserve a reason!…”

This was killing you…

You looked at him

“I’m sorry Azriel, I’m so sorry”

You left him there.

Present;

So that was why…

You were marring Eris…

What.the fuck.

Rhysand had told everyone that he had received an invitation to the wedding and that everyone would be getting their own personal invitations soon

It was true, Azriel’s arrived that evening, long story short, he threw it in the fireplace

Every word on that piece of card, every stroke of ink made him feel violently ill.

That’s why you ended it, your cunt of a father is trying to marry you off!

You didn’t want this…you couldn’t…right?

Not after everything…those months were the best in his life. You were the best thing in his life

His mind was racing of ways to stop this.

Nobody knew about the mating bond.

He could go to your house right now? No, you were probably already in autumn court.

Another flash of sickness hit his stomach and a stabbing feeling hit his heart

He…he could…He could crash the wedding…

3 weeks later

Azriel wasn’t in his seat, he was hiding behind one of the Ruby red curtains, his wings tucked in as tightly as possible, he could see his family looking around for him but they soon gave up after the music started to play.

The organ played a song that sounded like a death march as Eris look towards the doors at the end as they opened, revealing you.

Beautiful, beautiful you.

Your dress was covered in stones and shaped like a cupcake, your hair was curly and flowing down your back.

After what felt like a century you finally made it to the Alter, you didn’t hate your dress, it wasn’t what you would have picked but it was decent, your vail was removed and you look to Eris, your…your soon to be Husband…

Finally the priestess said those sweet yet also bitter words.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

How nice it would be but it won’t

Or so you thought

Azriel himself walks onto the isle and all eyes go to him as he stares at you

“Don’t do this…” he said

“Azriel-” Rhysand calls out but Azriel completely ignores him

“Don’t say yes, Run away, Run away with me. Don’t be his wife…be my mate” he breath was shaky and he held out his scarred hand as you feel your own slip away from Eris’s

Beron gets up to do mother knows what-

Hurt Azriel?

Hurt you?

It didn’t matter since Eris quickly threw a wall of fire towards his father, stopping him, he looked back at you

“Go.”

Was all he said, smiling slightly

Your face break out in a smile of relief as you ran into Azriel’s open arms as you felt his shadows wrap around to you both, teleporting you away

You looked around too see mountains as tall as the clouds, the night sky itself seem to shine and a city like… like starlight…

“Where…Velaris?” You breathlessly ask

“Yeah” he breathed out, his wings wrapped around you, his hands on the sides of your face and his eye piecing into yours

He brought his lips to yours…and in that moment the world the quiet, the only sounds you could hear was your own heartbeat, the stars glistening and Azriel…through the bond, you broke apart to take a breath before putting both hands on his face and smiling like you never had before rejoining your lips.

You were finally happy.

Happy you weren’t in autumn

Happy you were no longer the princess off nightmares

Happy to be in Velaris

Happy to be Azriel mate

And so happy Azriel was there when they said “Speak now”

[sad-scarred-sassy]

Also “Who’s afraid of little old me” is SO Gwyneth Berdara coded I AM SOBBING

Thank you for your time

[a1-sh-a]

my new series...pairing taylor swift songs to acotar. next up: "you're losing me" which is literally feyre to tamlin

"remember looking at this room, we loved it cause of the light"

like how feyre feels about painting and feeling safe and cared for before vs. after under the mountain; suddenly, all the things that made her feel good are making her feel claustrophobic and stifled.

"do i throw out everything we built or keep it"

feyre feeling like she had to work through the relationship, that tamlin would get better, because of all they had been through utm, she felt like she couldn't give up

"i'm getting tired even for a phoenix always rising from the ashes"

feyre literally came back to life, my survivor high lady angel

"every morning, i glared at you with storms in my eyes...how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying" & "my face was grey, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick"

literally them in the spring court after under the mountain, with feyre waking up from nightmares and slowly fading away, and tamlin never doing anything about it

"i know my pain is such an imposition"

feyre feeling like she was such a burden because of her pain over what happened utm and not being able to move on from what she had to do during the trials

"i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy, and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier...fighting in only your army, front lines don't you ignore me, i'm the best thing at this party"

all feyre had to do utm for tamlin during the trials, how brave she had to be, and how tamlin really did nothing to help her because he was so frozen (when we know who was trying to help her <3), and then tamlin not recognizing how powerful she was and preventing her from using her powers

"and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her, and i'm fading thinking, do something, babe!"

definitely the wedding scene, her feeling so unworthy after all that happened utm. just wanting tamlin to recognize that they were both broken by what happened, just wanting to talk about it and be seen, but being so silenced instead...well...at least we got hello feyre, darling<3.

[sunnybyler]

sarah j maas attending an eras tour show where taylor swift plays daylight as a surprise song. the most elucien song to ever exist. the agenda is stronger than ever taylor is one of us

[essenceofelegance]

Ratatouille (Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 2

m.list

ʚɞ = angst

Summary: You want to go out to dinner with Az, but Elaine gets in the way.

Warnings: Established relationship, not proof read

“Hey, Az?”

He did not respond.

Azriel was focused on his mission reports. Too busy to give his mate his attention.

His mate turned away, headed toward to door. Not even bothering to be disappointed in Azriel.

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It had been a tradition for the pair to go out for dinner together on Thursday nights for 200 years, even before they were mated. Never once had either of them missed their weekly dinner.

"I found a nice place in Day since you've never had ratatouille before. I figured you would like to try it, though ratatouille would be better homemade. Would you rather eat at the House instead? I could-"

Azriel let out a frustrated sigh and turned his gaze to his mate.

"Gods, Y/N, can you stop rambling? I'm trying to finish my mission reports."

As if realizing the damage he had done, he stalked over to his mate, putting his scarred hands on her shoulder. "Look, I can't make it to dinner this week. I promised Elaine to take her to the city. She wanted to spend time with me, and I already promised her I would take her to dinner. Being outside will be good for her."

She tried to force a smile. "But can't Nesta or Feyre take her? I'm glad Elaine's recovery is going well and that she is finding comfort in you, but I need to spend time with you too. This has been our tradition for centuries."

Azriel ran his hand through his hair. "Elaine needs me. She has gone through immeasurable trauma. This little tradition is in no way more important than her."

She tried to stay calm. "Little tradition? Az, I need you. You've barely been spending time with me, you come home late and leave early, I barely see you anymore. I need you too. I'm your mate, for God's sake!"

He let out a sigh of disbelief. "Maybe the Cauldron made a mistake," the words slipped out of his mouth. "Love, I didn't mean to-" She let out a weak laugh. Azriel tried to calm her by putting his hands on her forearms; she slipped away. "Oh, but you did." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You come back smelling like her every night. Her scent lingers on your leathers and your clothes. I tried to ignore it, I tried reassuring myself that - that you were a faithful male, but I guess I was wrong." She tried to salvage this relationship, she really did.

pt. 2

A/N: this is such a disaster lmfao, haven’t posted in a month or two, if you’re using light mode you won’t be able to see the dividers 💀 i could make a part two if anyone actually reads this. lmk if you want one. also this name is so unfitting for this fic 💀 it sounds so fun but it’s so sad

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[lateatnewyork]

Can you do an angst prop with #8 and #10 with Azriel, I don’t know maybe Azriel spending all his time with Elain because of the three sisters and three brothers thing,but he doesn’t love her, he loves reader but is sure of the 3x3 thingy, leaving you relationship of 300 years in shambles because the bond hasn’t snapped for him yet, but it has for reader, so when she goes to end the relationship it snaps for him, making him panic when she says #10. Make him grovel a lot but please do a happy ending 🥹 I love angst with HEA.

Tolerate It

Azriel x reader, Lucien x sister!reader, Helion x daughter!reader

Warnings: angst with happy ending, subtle mentions of cheating, swearing, Elain slander, ooc elain

Prompts: “You can’t even see how much you hurt me.” , “Our forever seems to have been short-lived” & “This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise.”

Summary: Azriel believes that Elain is his mate, he distances himself from you till you decide to leave him and the bond finally snaps for him.

a/n: heavily based on tolerate it by taylor swift. guys i love Elain but i had to add elain slander to it. if you see any mistakes no you don’t 🤩

I had noticed it, the days when he started coming home late or smelt like jasmine instead of his usual cedar.

But still every single night I waited by the door like a kid, cooked his favourite meals for him. Just for him to say “I ate at Elain’s”.

I can’t even remember the last time he kissed me or told me he loved me. I had found solace in my brother, Lucien, both our mates in love with each other. Not that Azriel knew he was my mate.

It all finally snapped when I heard Azriel talking to Rhysand and I make out the words “Y/N must be lying she can’t be my mate, Elain must be my mate it should be three sisters three brothers.” I don’t wait to hear Rhysand’s response.

Bolting out of the River House sobs wrack my body. I go to Lucien and when he opens the door I collapse in his arms unable to hold it in me anymore. “He said he thinks I’m lying” I mumble out. A fresh wave of tears flowing. “300 years, 300 fucking years” I freely sob this time. “I loved him for 300 years and he says that I’m not his mate”.

“Your love should be celebrated” he assures me.

“My beautiful sister how would you feel if we visit papa?” his voice is a soothing melody. I sniffle and nod “I need to get my stuff from the apartment though, can you come with me?” I mutter. He nods in understanding and rubs my back.

When we reach the shared apartment, there’s a small dim light as I open the door, I see Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel sitting, now all staring at me. “Love, where have you been?” he says going to touch me. I pull away and look to the floor and say “Don’t call me that”.

I head into our bedroom and gather my stuff, walking out I see Lucien waiting at the door for me and Rhysand and Cassian standing next to Azriel. “Rhysand thank you for your hospitality for the past years, but I think it’s time I visit my father,” I say kindly. “What so you’re just leaving us?” Azriel finally speaks up.

“There is no us Azriel” I glare. “You think I’m dumb, you think I don’t know what you think and that you would rather Elain be your mate, you think I don’t know how you smelt like her every time you walked through that door or the fact you haven’t kissed me, touched me or even said I love you to me for past 3 months,” I finally burst, months of pent up anger, frustration, betrayal and what more poured into that.

His brows furrow in confusion. “You can’t even see how much you hurt me,” I scoff lightly. Then I see something switch in his eyes but he masks it as quickly as it was shown.

I say goodbyes to Cassian and Rhysand wishing them and their mates well. Finally I turn around to Azriel and say “Our forever seems to have been short-lived”. With that I walk out the door with Lucien by my side.

Azriel’s POV

I felt the bond snap the second she said her last sentence and left. How could I have been so stupid. I collapsed onto the floor as my brothers came up beside me. “I felt it” I whisper, “The bond”.

The next few days have been living hell I cut off all ties with Elain and went to visit Feyre, she always had the best advice. “Hi Feyre,” I mutter out. “Oh are you here for the portraits Y/N drew of you? She used her best colours for it, they’re really beautiful” More guilt washed through me at those words.

Your POV

2 months later

I have never been happier, yes I still think about Azriel from time to time but my father is rather excellent at taking my mind of that. Though lately it’s been harder as flowers, chocolates and letters of his apology have piled up. But I didn’t care he made his choice.

I head to my father’s court where he had told me to meet as I walk in I hear my father say “Rhysand we might be allies but I will cut off all ties if your spymaster harasses my daughter one more time,”.

Rhysand argues back “But Helion they are mates,”.

“I didn’t see you guys go through all this trouble to get your sister in law to talk to my brother” I say as my gaze narrows in on Elain. “Feyre, Nesta it’s good to see you again, Cass” I nod towards them. “Rhysand what a pleasure, can’t say the same about the other two,”.

Nests snorts out loud, I send an amused smile down her way. “You guys can’t just let her talk to me like that” Elain whined, she fucking had the audacity to whine. “My daughter will speak to you however she wishes,” My dad almost never took on a commanding tone but when he did you best believe everyone shut up. Elain didn’t seem to get the hint and kept whining “Azriel do something,”.

He rolled his eyes, “Elain I don’t like you, I never have how many times do I have to say Rhysand forced me to help you,” I smile a little at that.

My eyes widen as I feel a faint tug from the bond. I couldn’t be. Eyes straying from my father to Azriel, I almost choked on my spit when I saw him smiling.

Gods I missed his smile.

Clearing my throat, “Dad I think it’s ok for me to talk to Azriel, we’ll be in the ballroom.” I say walking praying to the gods that he would follow me.

I let out a breathe of relief when I heard the scrape of a chair. Walking into the ballroom, I turn to him and say “Well don’t be expected to be forgiven so easily, you’ll be expected to apologise”.

I grinned when I heard his response, “Yes Ma’am”.

He reached behind his back and pulled out a glass golden rose the ones I had gotten a plethora of real ones over the last two months.

“What’s this?” I gasp, “It’s a glas golden rose you’re favourite, you can keep it forever, it won’t die just like our love”

“I want you to know that this isn’t just a rose, it’s a promise” he muttered out. I held the rose smiling to myself. “Thank you, it’s beautiful, now explain” I say my gaze hardening.

He took a deep breath and started, “Rhysand had asked me to take care of Elain and it was wrong of me to even assume that you were lying and Elain was my mate, and she had been spraying her perfume onto me every time I left, probably to make you jealous, I’m really sorry my love, but I felt the bond”.

“So you only love me because there’s a bond between us now” I state more than question. “Gods no, I love you more than myself, I love you to the moon and to saturn, I would get down on my knees for you,” he says and I’m shocked to see him actually fall to his knees. “Please take me back love, I miss you so much and so do my shadows,”.

I guide him up and lean to his lips on my tippy toes and kiss him, “Dance with me, princess?”.

“But there’s no music” I giggle as he presses ticklish kisses to my neck. “We don’t need it,” he replies back.

He dips me and I yelp shortly cut off by a kiss, as he pulls away and places us upright again he mutters against my lips “We can do anything in this world as long as we have each other”.

[isnotwhatyourethinking]

One For The Ages

Cassian x Fem!Reader AU

Cassian Appreciation Week 2024

Day Six: Birthday

Summary: Cassian's been feeling a bit down since you both took a break due to some silly miscommunication, so his friends, Feyre, Mor, and Azriel, persuade him to go out for drinks, his birthday being the perfect excuse for the outing. As the night unfolds at Rita's, Cassian walks into an unplanned birthday surprise, and a song that helps bridge the gap between you two.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: happy @cassianappreciationweek! this one-shot is for all the cheesy hearts, for the readers that want nothing but young, unfiltered, unapologetic, flirty, coma-inducing love between them and our favorite Illyrian baby <3 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, language if you squint, reader is a bit of a brat, a dash of angst, and nothing but feet-kicking, giggle-inducing fluff fluff fluff

All ACOTAR rights to the genius of Sarah J Maas✨

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Mor and Feyre had been relentless, trying to drag Cassian out of his funk ever since the breakup. 

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Cassian had decided to take a break over some stupid miscommunication. He had tried to explain himself countless times, but you, as stubborn and proud as you were, hadn’t given him the chance. Two days ago he'd spoken to Rhys, hoping to get some advice on the situation, and Rhys had told him to give you some time and space to think things through, and he had, even though he still missed you terribly. 

He’d spent the day between meetings checking his phone for a message from you, a notification, a TikTok meme—any sign that you still cared—but nothing came. He wished he spent the day with you, though he knew his friends might have something planned, and he certainly appreciated the distraction. As it just so happened that today, on his birthday, the girls finally had the perfect excuse to take him out for drinks. 

Azriel walked into their shared apartment, arms loaded with bottles of aged tequila, chips and salsa. He found Cassian wrapping up a virtual coaching session, clearly planning to stay home after a quick shower. 

"Don't be a boring baby, Cass. It's your birthday. Get out and enjoy it," Az chided, setting the supplies on the kitchen counter.

Cassian arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Even you want to go out and celebrate? Who are you, and what have you done with my roommate?"

Az smirked, pouring two shots of tequila. "Just trying to get you out of your cave for once.”

Then he hooked an arm around Cassian's neck, pulling him into a playful headlock. With his free hand, he formed a fist and rubbed his knuckles into Cassian's hair, mussing it. Cassian grumbled, but a small smile crept onto his face as Azriel's quiet laugh filled the room. 

“Cheers to your birthday, man." 

They clinked glasses just as the buzzer rang. Azriel pressed the intercommunicator and two loud voices greeted him with a singsong.

"Go, Cassian! It's your birthday! We gon' party like it's your birthday!”

"Aaand that’ll be Mor and Feyre," Az said, buzzing them in. "Now go shower and get ready. You’re not weaseling out of this."

Cassian sighed and made his way to his room, still brooding a little over tonight's outing, but grateful for his friends, the group he had come to call family.

Moments later, two noisy girls burst into the apartment, each carrying a small bag containing a gift, already dressed and ready to hit Rita's. Mor and Feyre walked in with playful smiles that quickly faded when they saw the look on Azriel's face as he greeted them. 

"Hello, ladies. It looks like the party just arrived.” He leaned in to hug Mor first, then Feyre, while he said in a hushed tone:

"He's getting ready, still not in the mood, though."

Mor leaned in, whispering, "Any word from Y/N?" Feyre glanced hopefully at Az, who shook his head.

Both sighed in disappointment while dropping both gift bags on the kitchen counter, their hopes for a reconciliation dampened. 

You, Feyre and Morrigan were inseparable ever since you and Cassian had become best friends, even More so when you started dating. Whether it was planning girls’ nights out, painting each other’s nails, or curling up to watch scary movies, your time together was always filled with laughter and closeness; you formed a trio that was not just friends, but a cherished sisterhood that had not been the same since the breakup. The girls had been there for you through and through, even to call you out on your bullshit when you told them you were not sure if you were ready to forgive him. 

“Girl, it wasn’t that bad. You gotta let it go,” Mor had said in a teasing tone while rolling her eyes at you. And you knew it wasn't, you knew you were acting like a brat; they still loved you and didn't judge you, nonetheless.

From his room, Cassian's voice boomed, "You know I can hear you scheming, right?"

The girls giggled, and Mor called out, "Hurry up, Cassian! Amren and Rhys are meeting us at Rita's, and they should be there by now."

Cassian emerged, wearing a leather jacket, worn jeans, black boots, and a Van Halen t-shirt that wrapped tightly every single perfectly crafted muscle on him. He joined the group in the living room for pregame drinks. 

"Don’t think I didn’t miss you got my favorite tequila," he remarked to Az, offering him a wide grin.

Az winked at him. "Yeah, apparently that's what it takes to get you to leave this apartment."

They all laughed, clinking their glasses and taking shots. After a few minutes of catching up, and a few more shots, they left in almost a hurry to their Uber, closing the door behind them as the home phone rang, unanswered. The voicemail clicked on, a robotic voice echoing through the apartment:

"Please leave your message after the tone. BEEP."

"Hey, Cass. I know it's been a while. I’m sorry, I, uh, texted earlier but wasn't sure if you got my message. Anyway, are you coming to Rita's tonight?” Your nervous tone rang loudly over the background noise of drinks and chatter, “I was hoping to, uh… wish you a happy birthday. Plus, it's buy-one-get-one-free happy hour and karaoke night…! Shit, I'm ranting. Sorr—" 

“Your mailbox is full.” 

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Rita's was busting. The whole place was loud with pounding bass and bursts of laughter, as more and more people made their way to a corner of the bar, some still wearing work attire, but most likely all waiting for their turn to submit their karaoke song requests. You sat next to Emerie at the bar, leaning against the sticky surface as you awaited the shots you had ordered, and your song to come up. You constantly turned your face back to check the door, hoping he’d come tonight.

Emerie was tired of your antics.

“You’re making me nervous.”

You sighed. “Sorry I’m being a wreck tonight… should I call again, though?”

Emerie blanked her eyes at you with astonishment. “Y/N, be for real. You already texted and left a voicemail. We don’t want to sound desperate, do we? Besides, I think I saw Amren a minute ago. They’re all most likely coming.”

A pang of hope hit your chest. 

You’d been busy with work, this week going so fast you hadn’t had the time or energy to reevaluate Mor and Feyre’s advice, and more so to acknowledge you had indeed made a mistake and should have given Cassian the chance to explain himself. And you hated fighting with your best friend, much less on his birthday, as you had already planned over a month ago a couple’s retreat in Big Bear for this weekend—just the two of you in a quaint cabin secluded by the lake, phones on do-not-disturb, a schedule of all of his favorite outdoor activities, and some of the indoor activities that you both enjoyed, too. 

You hoped that if he came, he would at least hear your sorry-ass apology for being a proud snot, even if he wasn't interested in the birthday present, and you would finally give him the opportunity to talk, as you should have done in the first place.

You sighed once again with the turmoil of regrets in your head, ready to hit another shot of gin, when the DJ announced your name, letting you know it’s your turn and your song is about to come up.

Emerie’s head suddenly snapped back at you with a wide grin and complicit eyes, excitingly tapping the bar as the melody started. You finally finished your shot of gin, trying to gain some confidence. 

As you made your way to the corner of the bar towards the karaoke booth, where the DJ reached out with his arm to give you the microphone, you realized you were actually looking forward to this moment, to release the stress of the work week and the restlessness that sleeping without Cassian cuddling you these past few weeks had left you. 

The screen next to the karaoke booth lit up with the image of pink cotton candy skies, and the lyrics started playing in a fuchsia glitter font:

Ah

Ah

Ah

Ah

Ah

Emerie began clapping with an occasional “YAAASS” that tinged your cheek with embarrassment as you tentatively swayed on the small stage and brought the mic close to your mouth, when a familiar towering shape crossed the bar entrance with an entourage you knew all too well. Feyre came first, rushing into the bar and screeching with excitement while dragging Mor by the hand to meet Emerie, and you definitely did not miss how Mor and Emerie exchanged flirty looks.

All your confidence sank to your stomach when you saw Cassian walking in behind them, mindlessly heading towards the bar with a distracted look. Azriel elbowed him, nodding his chin towards you. Cassian’s eyes lit up, drifting in a flicker to the sundress he loved to see you wearing, and his jaw dropped faintly as you had no other choice but to start singing the song you had been blasting for weeks since the breakup:

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk, but it's not enough

'Cause the morning comes, and you're not my baby

You continued singing with a somewhat shy demeanor, though the grin that grew on Cassian's lips gave you the encouragement you needed to keep going. 

You both loved coming to Rita’s on karaoke nights. It had become an unspoken rule between you two—whenever the work week felt like a little too much, you'd come here to rant about clients, coworkers, or both, in the middle of 2x1 drinks and your poorly sung favorite songs.

Emerie, Feyre, and Mor, were now cheering you with shot glasses in their hands, Mor whistling loudly, while Cassian and Azriel tried to get the bartender's attention from the now impossibly crowded bar to order more drinks for the group. 

You sang with the newfound boldness Cassian’s grin gave you from the bar, never losing sight of you as you savored every single word that had held you up these past few days, your smile barely reaching your eyes as his attention fixed on you.

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

It's death by a thousand cuts

The words kept pouring out just like the many shots of gin you’d had earlier, and you now regretted having that many as your skin felt too warm, too sweaty, too exposed to the crowd gathering in front of you. You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that started to creep up on you when you saw Cassian click his tequila shot with Az, hit it while keeping a straight face, and walk towards the karaoke booth to your left.

Oh, Gods. 

He now reached the DJ, whispering something in his ear that made him laugh and reach out for something under his desk. Never mind him, keep singing, you told yourself, trying to ignore the fact that he now held a microphone and was walking onto the stage with a roguish smile that shattered any remnant of pride left in you. He walked towards you and reached for your hand as he began to sing playfully, staring into your eyes:

You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?

You shook your head in disbelief, covering your face with a knowingly amused expression that implied this was typical Cassian behavior, as now both of you were singing the next few lines in unison, while the now larger crowd cheered, and familiar faces sang along from the front line: Feyre stood in front of Rhys, who hugged her from behind; Mor and Emerie sang loudly, chanting and waving every word with frenzied exaggeration; and Azriel and Amren recorded a video with their cellphones, eyes full of amusement, knowing they’d use the evidence to tease you both in the future.

Cassian never stopped facing you, now solo singing with eyes glinting as he relished the next lines like they’d been written for you only:

My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

But you didn’t back down, spitting back the lyrics you knew by heart, all this time never paying attention to the prompts on the screen,

My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

The back-and-forth continued until you both finished the song, almost panting and laughing. Your friends, the crowd, the DJ, hell, even Rita, who had been watching from behind the bar, cheered for yet another entertaining karaoke-after-work Friday at the bar, which by this time of the night was always packed with drunk patrons.

Still holding hands as he wouldn’t let go yours, you both left the stage to greet your friends after returning the microphones, and before any of their teasing began, Cassian excused himself to pull you into a quieter hallway by the restrooms, his chest heaving while he placed himself impossibly close to you to address the elephant in the room.

He moved a strand of your hair away from your face with such a delicate touch that you subtly shivered.

“You came.”

"I, uh, wasn't sure if you'd be happy to see me here," you said tentatively, lifting your head as high as you could to meet his gorgeous hazel eyes, wondering if you could go another minute without kissing him, and foolishly telling yourself that it was probably the gin talking, “but I wanted to see you, I wanted to say I’m s—”

"No, wait, Y/N. I'm sorry. About our anniversary." Cass interrupted with eagerness before you could finish, his eyes reflecting nothing but regret, holding yours with a suffocating intensity that almost made your knees buckle.

"I swear, I had plans for us, I wanted us to spend a few days away from everything and everyone like we've always talked about, but I closed my two biggest accounts to date by offering them a free one-on-one, and they could only do it that weekend."

You could see his excitement as he spoke, you'd heard him rant many times in the past about how much these clients meant to him. 

"The Vanserras?" 

"Can you believe it, baby? They booked me for the next couple of years," he nodded with another breathtaking grin, a charming smile that should be the end of you by how it made you reach out for his impossibly toned arms, his broad chest, up until you playfully reached his messy bun.

"I'm—that's fantastic, Cass, I'm so happy for you!" Emotions swirled in your stomach as the gin finally settled in your system, and your eyes stung with tears as soon as you started apologizing profusely for acting so immaturely. He leaned in for an embrace, resting his face on your neck while his nose and stubble tickled softly your ear and cheek.

"Sweetheart, if anything, I should be sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you," he whispered in a rich baritone that made you clench your thighs together.

"Now, let's wipe these tears from that pretty face," he said as he pulled away to grab your chin softly, gingerly kissing your eyes, tiny drops fading away on his lips. 

He glanced back at you with a look you had seen many times at this same place, those two pools of honey projecting the clear intention of appealing to your competitive side, for he knew just how to taunt you and make your whole body flutter with excitement, he knew how to make you feel that you had to be the luckiest girl in the world. 

Oh, you knew what was coming next. And it meant war.

“Are you ready to duo Runnin’ With the Devil, or are you too scared to break your perfect streak? And I won’t take no for an answer because it’s my birthday.”

"You think I'm going to let you win this time just because it's your birthday? Big spoiled baby," you taunted back, tutting in a flirtatious tone that made him pull you in for a kiss. “For your information, I already got you a birthday present.”

“Yeah?” he whispered between kisses, your lips losing themselves in a breathless dance.

“Yeah. We’re going to Big Bear.”

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yes cassian’s a van halen fan it’s headcanon

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