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Lysandra meddles in Rowan and Aelin’s relationship. Modern AU. They’re not dating. Yet. That’s all you need to know. *Cackles*

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and it was a WIP, but I felt like posting something for Valentines Day

“You Buzzard!” Aelin exclaimed. “Give me my phone!” Rowan merely rolled his eyes and proceeded to unlock Aelin’s phone. “You’re not going to find it,”

“Oh, really? Because I just found a file called ‘Baby Photos’.” Rowan boasted. Aelin let out a mumbled curse. Then, “Oh my gods! You were soooo cute! Look how chubby your cheeks were!” Rowan extends the screen to Aelin for reference, and she uses to opportunity to snatch it back.

“I hate you.” Aelin teased, blushing. Rowan grinned triumphantly.

“And I love you too.” He joked. Well, sort of joked. Rowan was very confused by his feelings for Aelin. Were they friends? Were they more than friends? Aelin nudged him playfully in the ribs.

“Hey, do you wanna go get something to eat? Lysandra started working at this café and she said we could get free food if we helped her clean up the kitchen.” Aelin suggested. Rowan shrugged.

“Sure, I guess. I can drive,” He offered. Aelin nodded. Was this a date? No, Rowan reminded himself, we hang out sometimes. That’s all it was.

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Rowan parked outside of Caravere Café. Aelin rushed in to hug her friend Lysandra. Lysandra gestured to Rowan and whispered something to Aelin that made her blush. Rowan walked within earshot of the two girls.

“Hello, Lysandra.” He greeted politely. Aelin mumbled something about how hungry she was before trudging towards the kitchen. Rowan watched intently as Aelin nudged the door open with her hip. Lysandra caught his eye and winked before telling him that their food is in the kitchen and they can eat there. She said something about the door in the kitchen, but Rowan was too eager to get some alone time with Aelin.

When Rowan got into the small kitchen, Aelin was already halfway done with her sandwich. Rowan ate half of his sandwich and they started cleaning. Lysandra came in a little later asking them to clean the back closet while she went to the grocery store.

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“Here. Put this outside, will you?” Aelin asked. They had just started cleaning. The closet was very small; barely six and a half feet tall(Rowan’s head almost hits the ceiling), close to four square feet, with some lighting. Rowan grunted as he lifted a heavy box. He stepped back inside to survey the room(If you could even call it that). Then there was a click. The door shut. Shit, Rowan thought. He jiggled the handle. Locked. They were trapped. Breathing became difficult. It was then that Aelin and Rowan noticed their proximity. Aelin was almost pressed against Rowan’s chest. They were close enough to share breath. Rowan began to sweat. Screw this, Rowan thought. He tilted his head down and caressed Aelin’s lips with his own. They collectively sighed and finally let themselves embrace what they had denied for so long.

Lysandra was not surprised to find the two later, flushed, pressed up against the wall of the closet, clothes a little worse for the wear but smiles fully intact.

[emdythewriter]

a new light | epilogue (Elriel)

*5 years later*

Azriel is sitting out on the back porch of the cottage style home that him and Elain moved into right after they got married three years ago. The backyard is currently filled with kids running around and chasing each other, well all but one child that is.

Next to Az on the porch is his four year old nephew, Emerson who’s the oldest of Cassian and Nesta’s children. He’s a lot like his mom and isn’t much for people or social events. So he just watches the three families gathered at Az’s house with his uncle.

It’s the last weekend of the summer before sending the kids back to preschool and kindergarten for Emerson. Elain had decided to host a cookout as a last little get to getter before all their lives got crazy again. Not that Elain’s business hasn’t been keeping her very busy.

When Elain finally opened her shop a few years ago she already had a waiting list of orders and the business has only grown since. Last year she opened a second location in another part of Velaris and now she’s working on another location in the capital of Winter, where Vivianne moved two years ago to be with her boyfriend recently turned husband.

Due to the growth Azriel decided to step back from Rhy’s law firm and focus on new goals that he started to grow passionate about alongside Elain. Now he runs a non-profit Rhys helped him build from the ground up and at the beginning of the year they finally were able to open up the office.

The charity focuses on helping victims of abuse whether it’s with a partner, parent, or even a stranger. Az even hosted the first event for the charity in the spring where they held an auction and donated the proceeds to several women’s shelters in Velaris. In October he’ll host a Halloween party filled with rides and haunted houses and games for all ages. Then in December he’ll partner with Rhys at the Starlight ball as well.

On top of all the success Elain and Az have both accomplished in their work lives there’s also been rewards in their personal lives. A few months after they got married Elain discovered she was pregnant with their daughter, Hope. Then six months ago they welcomed their second little girl, June.

Currently Hope is running around playing with Rhys and Feyre’s oldest, Hunter. The two were born three weeks apart, Hunter being the older one and since then they’ve been inseparable. As for June she’s currently playing with the other babies by their mother’s.

Feyre is pulling a car toy out of her daughter, Rose’s mouth while Nesta is yelling at her third child who takes after her father. Marley is currently two years old and in the middle of her first prank war of many with Cassian. Oliver, Nesta and Cassian’s youngest is laughing as he watches his troublesome sister.

Azriel chuckles as he watches the failed prank Marley attempts on Cassian who likes to call himself the King of Pranks. When he catches his daughter she shrieks and runs away only to have her father race after her. Those two are going to be trouble, Az thinks as he takes a sip of the mixed drink Feyre had made for all of them.

“Mom’s going to lose her voice again,” Emerson says, watching his little sister be caught by their dad. “She just got it back too.” Nesta had always been the one to yell when she gets mad and ever since Marley learned to crawl Nesta’s been losing her voice every few weeks.

“Yeah but it’ll only get worse if Oliver takes after those two,” Az responds. He can only imagine how much Nesta will start drinking if she ends up with two meddlesome kids, especially considering Cassian is trying to convince her to have another baby within the next year.

“That’s why Marley won’t be allowed to influence my brother,” Emerson says sternly. He’s definitely like his mom, Az thinks as he watches the young boy next to him. Emerson may act like his mother but he looks just like his father. He has the say dark hair, skin tone, and grin as Cassian the only difference is the eyes, those are grey like Nesta’s.

Rhys, who’s been manning the grill calls out that the burgers and hot dogs are done. The kids rush to their seats, even Emerson who has the same love for food as Cassian. Azriel walks over to his wife and takes June from her so she can run into the house and grab the side dishes.

There’s already potatoes and corn out on the table but Elain had made a salad and chopped up some fruit before everyone came over. Az puts June in her high chair they had set in between him and Elain’s seats. Strapping her in putting a bib around her neck Az shakes out a bag of cereal for her to snack on.

His wife comes back out and adds some fruit to June’s tray as well before sitting down and grabbing her own food. Bowls and trays of food get passed around the table as they all make their plates for themselves and their children.

Once everyone is settled the conversations start. There’s talk of the kids which is everyone’s favorite topic. Then there’s talk of work and some charity events Az hopes to do throughout the next year. They also talk about the little things that have taken place throughout their lives.

“Sometimes I wish we took a page out of Amren’s book and waited to have kids,” Nesta tells her husband as the conversation switches topics once again. Amren who is Nesta’s closest friend has spent the past year travelling the world with her fiance, Varian before getting married and settling down.

“If you went the Amren route you probably would never have kids,” Rhys comments knowing his former partner. When Amren got back together with Varian she decided to leave Rhys’s firm and work at a different one in Adriata.

“That’s very true and why would you want to miss out on this cuteness?” Cassian says as he bounces Oliver on his lap, their son having scarfed down his dinner. Oliver realizing that people are looking at him, smiles and babbles as he looks up at his mother.

Nesta smiles widely at her youngest. “Yeah I guess you’re right for once,” she tells her husband as she takes Oliver from him. Hugging her son close. Elain is smiling just like everyone around the table who all know what Nesta went through to get where she is now.

“So does that mean we can have another?” Cassian says hoping he’s finally broken through to his wife.

“Ask me when he’s one,” Nesta responds, rocking Oliver who’s starting to doze off.

“Deal,” Cassian says lovingly watching his wife and son. Az knows his friend is also thinking about what he did in a past life to deserve this.

“Anyone else want more kids?” Feyre asks curiously.

“Maybe in another couple of years,” Elain says looking over at Azriel.

“Sounds good to me,” he tells his wife with a smile. Back when they had first started talking about a family Azriel had told her he didn’t care how many kids they had as long as she wanted them.

“You want another baby darling?” Rhys asks his wife using her nickname.

“I don’t know,” Feyre says honestly. Rhys nods, smiling.

“Well whatever you decide I’ll support you all the way,” Rhys reaches down into Feyre’s lap for her hand bringing it to his mouth for a kiss. Feyre smiles.

“Even if she asks you to get a vasectomy?” Cassian asks with a shudder.

“Yes because I actually listen to my wife,” Rhys combats.

“Hey I listen to Nesta!” Cassian argues.

“Rarely,” Nesta mumbles, causing Cassian to huff in annoyance mostly because he knows it’s true.

Az laughs as he watches his friends, his family and appreciating that this is his life. It’s a life he never thought he would get to hold. Then a woman with the kindest soul moved into his building and made him crave a life like this one.

Looking over at the woman that changed everything for him, his love, his wife, his Elain Az can’t hold back his smile. It’s a smile she reads easily and returns knowing that he changed her life just as much as she did his.

“I love you,” Elain whispers to her husband, all the unsaid feelings and emotions wrapped in those three words and he’s hit with it all as he grasps and squeezes her hand.

“I love you,” Azriel whispers right back with the same impact as Elain’s own whispered words.

They both hang on to each other as the banter between their family continues until it starts to grow dark and the children grow restless along with the dimming light. Saying goodbye they watch as Nesta and Cassian drive back to their home as well as Feyre and Rhys.

Elain and Azriel walked back into the house, hand in hand with Hope running ahead and June knocked out on her father’s shoulder.

Laughing Elain follows her oldest into Hope’s room while Az puts June in her crib. With the girls in bed they head to their own bed together.

“I still can’t believe I get to do this every night forever,” Az whispers into the darkness as he pulls his wife into his arms. She rests a hand on his chest and smiles at her husband.

“I can’t either,” Elain says, pressing kisses onto Az’s bare chest.

“We have to be up early,” Azriel tells her as she continues down his body.

“I don’t care,” Az chuckles before pulling his wife back up and flipping her onto her back.

“Well then I guess it’s about to be a long night,” he whispers in Elain’s ear, rocking his erection against her sensitive core. Elain moans into a searing kiss.

This is the dream, Azriel thinks as he kisses his wife and pours all the love he feels for her and all the love she’s given him into one beginning kiss.

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Let's Run Away

I read a rowaelin fic that was you belong with me themed by @musicalfae and I liked the idea -I liked the fic so much too- so much that I wanted to write something too. So I chose speak now by Taylor and well.... Here it is. I hope you like it. (I want to say this too: I definitely don't know how to write this kind of things, especially not in english, and this is the longest I have ever written -not that I've written many, just one or two really short hcs- so, my request is that if I have mistakes, please ignore them 🙏🙏)

It was today. Audrey Rose's wedding. He had been aware of every passing second this past month, since he'd heard she was going to marry someone her father liked and approved. He'd thought he was going to drop dead right then and there. He hadn't been able to breathe properly until his sister had splashed the water in the glass standing on a nearby table onto his face. And then he had started to breathe again, but not really felt it.

 It had been like someone was cutting his body open while he was looking at them without being able to scream. It had been like the food he was eating was ash, the drinks he was drinking blood of forgotten creatures. Tasteless. Everything was tasteless. He simply had stopped enjoying life. Everything was gray.

 That month, however, had past, and now he was standing outside the church which she was going to marry in. He didn't even have an invitation -why would Mephistopheles send an invitation to him, knowing damn well that Audrey Rose still had complicated feelings- but here he was anyway, he couldn't keep himself away despite all his promises to himself that he was not going to go and see her marry someone who wasn't him. It was killing him, seeing people go through the doors. The doors which opened to the place his last sliver of hope will die. Knowing that she had feelings for Mephistotales made all these far, far worse. He'd told her that it was her life and her choices and he had meant it. But that didn't mean that seeing her with Mephisto-I-don't-know-what wasn't breaking his whole world down.

 He looked at the guests, all women in pastel colors, all men in fancy suits and looked at himself. He was wearing a suit too, there was nothing wrong with his clothes. The problem was with how his face looked. Black circles under un-seeing eyes, pale -paler than ever- face, bloodless lips... He was a living ghost, that was what Daci had said this morning before coming here. He didn't care. Everyone already was calling him an automaton, being called ghost was not so different, and definitely not among his problems. Oh, not at all.

 His biggest problem right now was finding a new purpose to keep him alive. To make his meaningless life a bit meaningful. And that was a big, big problem, considering how so few things mattered to him in his worthless -proven- existence.

 Enough of thinking the same things over and over again, said his brain. He might have ignored it and kept thinking were it not for the voices that came from inside the church.

 He looked at the doors and saw no one checking the invitations. He took the chance as it was and sneaked in. He headed right to where the crowd was lost in their conversations. And luckily, there were curtains behind him, that meant he could hide behind them if someone from Mephisto's gang happen to see him.

 The thing he didn't realize when he first came here was that it was so so so close to Mephisto's room. Damn his luck! Apparently it had left him the moment he got inside. He lowered his hat and started to walk away. He was in mid-step when he heard Mephisto yell at some servant just because his coffee was too hot and he burnt his mouth. He shook his head, wondering if Audrey Rose was indeed happy to marry him or did she already regret her decision. This was not the kind of guy she would like to marry.

 He found himself another place, far from the eyes, and lost himself in the daydream that made him feel a little bit better this past month: He stands up right before Audrey Rose says 'yes' and says 'Don't say yes, let's run away now.' And to his delight, she runs away with him.

 But this was reality and it definitely wasn't going to be like that. First, as soon as he stood up he would be kicked out of the church. Even if luck came to him again and he weren't kicked out, there was no way on earth Audrey Rose would say yes to him. So... the same end to the same daydream for the thousandth time.

 He came back to himself when he heard the organ play a song that sounded like a death march. Who the hell had chosen that song for his scalpel's sake? He was sure if Audrey Rose hadn't regretted her decision by now, she did now.

 After the song was over -it felt like forever- there were applauses. And then-

 He closed his eyes and opened them again. He was seeing right, wasn't he? Was he really? He couldn't believe his eyes, what his eyes saw... He thought he'd seen Audrey Rose in her most beautiful posture when they had been in Romania, when she'd accepted him as her boyfriend. He couldn't have been more wrong. Audrey Rose in a wedding dress... He didn't have words to describe how beautiful she looked. He didn't think anyone would have words to describe how she looked. Heavenly. That was all he could say.

She started to walk down the aisle with her arm around her father's. To where Mephistopheles now stood. His heart ached. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but failed miserably. He'd dreamed this whole scene a million times with groom being himself when they were together. When he still believed he was worthy of her love. What had he done wrong that she hadn't chosen him? What had he not done that Mephistopheles had? Why wasn't it him who now she was walking to? He swallowed again and, damn him, sniffed a bit loudly while brushing away the tears that slipped past the barrier of his eyelids.

 The preacher was talking when he made up his mind. He was going to ask her, one last time. Even if she wasn't going to accept, at least he would know that he had done everything he could.

 The preacher said "Speak now or forever hold your peace," and there was an absolute silence in the hall. This was his last chance. And he stood up.

 Everyone was looking at him with horror in their eyes. He curled his shaking hands into fists and looked directly Audrey Rose's eyes. Her wide-with-shock eyes. Her beautiful green eyes.

 He heard someone's footsteps before he said "Don't say yes," His voice was trembling slightly. "You know you're not the kind of girl who should be marrying the wrong guy, Wadsworth. Let's run away?"

 He saw Mephistopheles say something to someone behind him, actually shout, but he didn't hear him. He was only looking at the only beautiful thing that has ever happened to him.

 She looked at him, at the crowd, at her father, and at Mephistopheles. There were tears in her eyes as she looked at him. Thomas didn't know if those tears were because of that scandal or something else. He couldn't think. No, he couldn't think at all as Audrey Rose threw her bouquet to the ground and ran toward him. Ran toward him? Ran toward him!

 He was already halfway through the aisle when they collided. His arms around her, his face on her neck, he was crying out of incredulity and happiness. Her face was on his chest, and she was half crying half laughing. He pulled himself back to look at her. How could she be that beautiful? It was not fair to the other people.

 She said "Let's run away." And he could have sworn he hadn't heard more beautiful words in his life, ever.

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New fic snippet!!! ❤️

Feyre collapsed into one of the massive green armchairs, and he followed suit. Much of this dorm was Tamlin’s; Rhys only brought his backpack to and from the room during the day to get clothes and to do his homework there.

“Why were you running?” Rhys inquired.

“I didn’t want Ianthe to see me going to Tamlin’s room while he’s out and start asking questions. Oh, what am I going to do, Rhys?”

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feysand + “i let you mooch off of my netflix and this is how you repay me?”

Sooooo you sent me this in October and here we are, mid April. Lmao this is so cheesy and corny and I literally didn’t edit it, but it was funny to write so hopefully you’ll like it!!

Feyre was pissed, to say the least.

She'd been working her way through this show for weeks now, anxious to finally get the answers to the questions that had been set up in the first episode. She only had two episodes left in season one, so she'd turned on Netflix after a long shift at work, to relax and enjoy the show.

Only to find out she was now apparently halfway through season two, an episode starting with an enormous spoiler that had ruined the end of season one for her.

And it was all his fault.

Her stupid upstairs neighbor Rhysand, and his stupid puppy eyes to which she could never say no to. She'd gladly agreed to share her Netflix account with him the week before, and now this?

Furious, she grabbed her keys and left her apartment, slamming the door behind her. She climbed the stairs to his floor and reached his door in seconds, banging on it loudly.

"Open up, Knight," she yelled louder than she normally would have, But she didn't really care. Her foot fidgeting, she waited until she heard noise coming from inside, someone walking to the door. Finally Rhys opened, and Feyre forgot to be mad for just a second.

He'd very clearly been asleep. His hair was a mess, he was yawning, and he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. It was the first time she saw him shirtless, and she took a moment to look at the intricate tattoos covering the brown skin of his muscled chest.

"Feyre? What are you doing here so late? Is something wrong?"

She tore her eyes away from his chest to look back up at him. And at the thought of her ruined evening, her anger came back in full. She crossed her arms on her chest and answered.

"Something is very wrong. You spoiled Stranger Things for me."

"What? No I didn't."

"You did. I come back exhausted from the restaurant, my only wish to relax in front of the tv, only to find out you're using my Netflix session to spoil me?"

"I didn't."

"You didn't watch it? Because you're literally the only person with access to my account. I let you mooch off of it and this is how you repay me?"

"No, I mean I did watch the show but on my session, Not yours."

"Well then how is it that it moved in mine?"

He stayed silent for an eternity, and lifted an arm to rub the back of his neck, making her once again forget to be mad at him for a second.

“I might have entered your session by mistake?”

“You think?!” She asked rhetorically, and sighed. “And are you planning on apologizing for ruining the only thing I was looking forward to do after I came home from my crappy job, or do you just not care?”

His eyes snapped back at her at the last words, and he took a step towards her. “I do care Feyre, and I’m really sorry.”

And he seemed to genuinely feel bad about it, biting his lower lip in guilt, his big blue eyes concerned, probably at what she was going to say next. She just shrugged.

“Well, nothing you can do now.” And in a whisper, she added: “Sorry to have bothered you. Good night.”

She didn’t leave him enough time to react before walking away back to her apartment.

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She woke up in a daze the next morning, earlier than usual. It was barely eight in the morning, and yet here she was, in her pajama shorts and tank top, rubbing her eyes as she walked into her kitchen. Some noise had woken her, she remembered that much, but it was gone now, and she couldn’t quite place it. So she started on her coffee, too lazy to make herself anything to eat. It as when she took a seat at her table that she saw it.

A note sticking out from under her front door.

Setting down her mug of coffee, she got up and went to the door to pick it up.

I didn’t know if you prefered darkchocolate of berries, so I made both.Sorry again.Rhys

She stared at the note for a moment, before slowly opening her door, to find a small basket of muffins waiting for her.

Unable to stop her cheeks from blushing, she lifted the basket. Back inside, she tasted one of the ones with berries, grabbed her phone, and looked for his number. She rewrote her text many times before finally sending it.

Thanks for the muffins. We canwatch the rest of the showtogether if you want? Thatway there’s no risk of youspoiling me ;)

She regretted it the second it went out. It sounded so corny, and she didn’t want him to think she was coming on to him. Yes, they had flirted a couple of time, but did that mean he would even -

His answer came before she finished her thought.

I’m glad you did. And I’d be happyto watch it with you! Come over tonight?We can pick up where you left off.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she went to her bathroom, took a shower, brushed her teeth and combed her hair. Then she put on a comfortable dress, a pair of socks and shoes, before going back to her kitchen and grabbing the basket. Then she climbed the set of stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door.

He looked surprised when he opened the door and saw her standing there. He was dressed in a different pair of sweatpants, his hair still dripping from a shower, his chest as bare as it had been the night before.

“Feyre, I… Don’t you like the muffins?”

“I do!” She answered, maybe a little too enthusiastically than necessary. “I just thought maybe we could share them? Sunday is my day off.”

A large smile took over his beautiful face, and he answered: “Of course! Come in.”

As she followed him inside his apartment and took a seat on his couch, Feyre thought that maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing to go wake him up in the middle of the night.

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a new light | chapter fourteen (Elriel)

Elain woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and what could only be homemade waffles. Stretching herself out she threw herself out of bed and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen she now officially owned with Azriel.

After they had unpacked some last night once their friends and her sisters had left Az had gone down to turn in the papers he had previously signed. Technically he was supposed to sign them this morning but he hadn’t wanted to wait so he went down to their landlord after they moved all of Elain’s stuff into his place.

Heading down the hallway that leads to their now shared bedroom Elain finds Az holding a bowl of batter that he’s pouring into the griddle. Smiling at her boyfriend she leans against the wall, arms folded and relaxed. It’s hard to believe that just within a week their lives have taken a complete turn for the better.

There was a time when Elain believed she would never get to feel this happiness with her best friend let alone anyone else. Yet here she stands watching Azriel as he makes them breakfast and there’s no doubt in her mind that he’s as much hers as she is his.

“You just want to stare at me all morning?” Azriel askss, smirking at her as he closes the waffle maker and let’s it cook. “I mean I don’t blame I’m a very attractive view.”

“And a very cocky one as well it seems,” Elain responds with a smile that Az returns. Pushing off the wall she makes her way around the counter and to his side where he tucks her in under his arm.

“How was your first night in our apartment?” Azriel asks as he plays with a strand of her messy hair.

“Very restful,” Elain responds, her fingers trailing the band of his grey sweatpants.

“I see you’ve also found my side of the closet,” Az says as he tugs on the shirt Elain had pulled on in the middle of the night when she got up to use the bathroom. It’s one of her favorites he notices as well. Most of his closet is made up of dark and plain t-shirts but this is one of the few graphic shirts he owns. It’s also the one Elain had talked him into buying when they went to a music festival last summer with a few friends.

“Well it is our closet,” Elain smirks, looking up at him with her innocent little face.

“So does that mean I can wear your dresses?” Azriel asks, teasing her. Elain laughs, still smiling up at him. The look fills him with warmth and happiness, something he hasn’t felt since before his mom passed.

“If you really want to,” Elain says just before the timer dings. She moves to the other side of the island as Az takes the waffle out and sets it on a plate. He pushes the plate in front of her along with the syrup, a fork, and a glass of fruit punch because it’s the only type of juice she will drink.

With a smile Elain starts cutting up her waffle as Azriel pours more batter to make his own. Once it’s done he sits next to his girlfriend and they enjoy a peaceful breakfast together. Elain cleans up breakfast once the waffles are consumed and Az goes to get dressed.

They’re planning on having dinner with some friends tonight but until then they have the day to themselves. Azriel pulls up the website for the local drive-in theater to see what they might be showing this afternoon.

Turns out today is a flashback theater today where there’s a showing of Gone with the Wind, which Elain hates. Then there’s The Wizard of Oz which is a favorite of his, and lastly Dirty Dancing.

“Feel like going to the drive-in theater for a showing of The Wizard of Oz?” Azriel asks, taking a seat on a barstool and watching his girlfriend in the kitchen. He can’t get enough of calling her that even if it’s only in his head.

“That sounds like fun,” Elain says as she hangs the towel she used to dry her hands once again. “You grab snacks and drinks while I go get dressed.”

“Deal,” Azriel says. With a bright smile on her face Elain runs off into their bedroom while Az grabs a couple of bags for snacks and drinks. Starting with the cooler bag he grabs some water and a few of the lemonade flavored sparkling waters that he knows Elain loves. He also adds some fruit from the fridge and an energy drink or two for himself.

Zipping that bag up Azriel heads for the small pantry in the corner of the kitchen. He tends to keep the pantry fairly stocked with a variety of snacks considering how Cassian is always radding his food supply. There’s a few snack sized caramel corn popcorn bags which Az grabs because how could they go to a movie without popcorn.

There’s also sour gummy worms that he adds to the bag. It’s a big bag but Azriel always finds himself craving the candy in the middle of the night. Lastly, he adds a couple big bags of unopened chips from a party he had gone to a couple weeks ago.

“Got everything?” Elain asks, walking out of the bedroom in one of her many sundresses. This one is yellow and white in a plaid pattern, which is her second favorite right after floral. She’s pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she walks back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, ready?” Azriel asks, shouldering both the bags onto his shoulders. Elain smiles with a nod before heading to the small entrance hall where a pair of brown sandals wait for her to slip on her feet. Elain then grabs her purse off the hook Az had installed on the back of the front door.

Opening the door they head out and down to the parking garage where they decide to take Azriel’s truck, having more room for them to lay out the blankets and pillows they had grabbed from Elain’s car beforehand.

It’s quiet for a bit as Azriel drives. The theater is on the outskirts of the city in the more rural area of Velaris. It’s a place he knows Elain is very familiar with as she gets antsy when she’s in the city too long.

“So I’ve been thinking,” Elain says, breaking the silence. Az turns down the music he had put on so he can hear her better. “Since I know longer have to pay full rent and with the bonus I’m expecting soon it might be time to start my business.”

“Really?” Az asked, a little surprised. Elain had been saying that she wanted to wait another year before looking into renting out a space in downtown Velaris for her floral arrangements shop. “You don’t want to wait any longer?”

“Some events have taken place recently in my life that are causing me to rethink things,” Elain says, smiling over at him. He knows she’s talking about their recent relationship status. “I don’t want to wait any longer and I plan on starting small.”

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked. He’s smiling, feeling the joy and happiness along with her at finally being able to kickstart her dream.

“I’ll start as an assistant with a local floral shop in order to learn everything else I don’t already know,” Elain says. “The owner wants to help me so she’ll help create my website and even let me start independent orders as I learn.”

“That sounds amazing,” Azriel says, taking the exit ramp that’ll lead to the drive-in theater. “What about after that?”

“Well I’m thinking I’ll do this through the winter and look for my own space to rent and hopefully by spring I’ll be set up in said space and ready for the summer season,” Elain explains.

“Also known as wedding season,” Elain smiles at him, loving that he knows that little tidbit.

“It’ll be the perfect time to start,” she says.

“Well I can’t wait to watch you succeed.” They’re both smiling as Azriel pulls into the drive-in and pays for the movie. Pulling into the lot where the movie is set up he finds a space right in the center of the lot.

Elain sets up the bed of his truck with the pillows and blankets while he unpacks the snacks and drinks. Settling down together Az kisses the top of her head as he tucks her into his side.

The movie starts and Elain’s focus is on the black and white opening scene while Az watches her intently. A part of him still doesn’t believe that she is his and yet here they are finally in each other’s arms. And all he can think is that he can’t wait for more moments like this throughout the rest of his life.

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Not My Enemy

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by musicalfae

Rhys and Feyre have escaped Tamlin and Amarantha, and their relationships with them. Except, Rhys and Tamlin are still out to get each other and there’s even more at stake than ever before because Rhysand will do anything to protect Feyre. Feyre still has trouble trusting Rhys, even though there’s an undeniable spark between the two. Will saving Rhys’s life unleash Tamlin’s wrath? Can Rhys convince Feyre to trust him? Because being her friend is better than being nothing at all to her.

Words: 1378, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Feyre Archeron, Rhysand (ACoTaR), Tamlin (ACoTaR), Amarantha (ACoTaR), King of Hybern (ACoTaR), Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron, Nesta Archeron, The Inner Circle (ACoTaR)

Relationships: Feyre Archeron/Rhysand

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gangsters, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst

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       🔱 “ Okay - honestly? That flower crown is adorable. ”

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“Boop.”

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“In the back of my mind I was trying to chase a monster this whole time But I couldn't see The monster was me...“

He’ll just quietly sing for her, strumming the strings of the guitar. He’s not trying to impress the girl, no, of course not.

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i feel it's important to share that in the true pacifist ending you can go back and find the smol monster kid that was in love with undyne, and after everything that happened, they think undyne is mean. but they found a new hero to look up to!! (nyeh heh heh)

//Gosh yes it’s my favorite thing and super important! :D

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“I’m a believer.” (ayYY)

you’re not insane like me &&. jordan.

           ❛ believer of what? ❜

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Not My Enemy (Feysand) Chapter I

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Rhys had had one hell of a night. Racing down the dark avenue, he only slowed momentarily to catch a glimpse of his pursuers. Luckily, there was no one behind him, meaning he had outrun the rival gang’s members. His ex-girlfriend, Amarantha, had sold him out to the leader of the Spring gang, Tamlin. Rhys dove into an empty store on one of the side streets that ran along the avenue. Gasping for breath, he reached into his pocket to retrieve a burner phone. He dialed the only person he could call, praying that she would pick up.

“Hello?” A cautious, yet silky feminine voice drawled on the other line. Rhys sighed in relief.

“Don’t hang up, please! I need your help, Feyre.” He begged, voice cracking on her name. A wave of dizziness overcame him momentarily, and he clutched his arm to try and staunch the bleeding. He clenched his teeth against the pain, unable to stop a grunt as he pinched the wound to seal it off. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he realized Feyre’s line had gone deathly silent. Then she inhaled sharply.

“I’m coming to find you.” Determination filled her voice. Then- “Are you… are you hurt?” Rhys was beyond surprised to hear concern, no, worry in her tone.

“I’m fine. Just a little stab wound,”

“Rhys!” Feyre exclaimed, sounds of shuffling and the jingling of keys were audible. “Where are you?” He then proceeded to tell her his location, hoping against all odds that she would have mercy on him. Mercy, because Feyre Archeron had once promised to kill him, and cauldron knew that she most definitely could.

He began to dream of the night that they first met, and of the deal that they had struck:

He had planned on going to the roof to escape the noise, but he had hesitated upon seeing a beautiful, golden-haired woman practically running from the obnoxiously loud ballroom. From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like a huge company party full of snobby rich people. In actuality, it was filled to the brim with gang bosses, members, and the occasional hacker. The ball was the only day each year that the gangs even pretended to be civil with each other. He eventually decided to follow the woman out the exterior door that she had gone through to make sure she was safe. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” Rhysand purred at the gorgeous woman standing before him as the door closed behind him with a click. She was wearing a long, forest green gown that accentuated her already devastating figure. The woman scoffed at him before running her eyes up and down his own body. Damn him if it didn’t make his heart pick up its pace in his chest. He chastised himself for his thoughts. He had a girlfriend, albeit an abusive and controlling one that always had some way to blackmail him.

“You’re a prick, you know that, right?” Her eyes blazed with fire and amusement that had feelings stirring in Rhys that he admittedly hadn’t felt in a long time. Or ever.

“The name’s Rhysand, not prick, but I’m fine with anything you call me as long as it is coming out of that delicious mouth of yours, Darling.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, before dropping her eyes to the ground.

“My name is Feyre,” She whispered before continuing, her next words ones that chilled Rhys to his very core, “Tamlin doesn’t like me talking to anyone.” Icy rage shot through Rhys’s veins like adrenaline. How could anyone be so cruel? Then he realized: wasn’t that what Amarantha had been doing to him? Isolating him from his friends. His rage dulled into sadness for the both of them. Rhys took a few tentative steps closer to Feyre and tilted her chin up.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not just anyone.” He murmured, his breath caressing her forehead. Even in such high heels, Rhys had about five inches on her. She shivered, causing him to be concerned. He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, and her shivering stopped.

“Thank you.” She murmured, rubbing her hands over her gloved arms to warm them up. One of her gloves slipped down her forearm; that was when he saw the bruises. His fury returned in full force at what Tamlin had done to her. Her eyes widened as she realized that her arms had been exposed.

“I can help you.” Rhys whispered. She shook her head.

“Please leave me alone.” She drew back from him.

“I- I can’t.” He silently pleaded with her to return to his embrace, so he could protect her. She pulled out a vicious looking knife and it clattered to the ground when she threw it away.

“I was supposed to kill you. Tamlin told me to stab you when I lured you out here, but I can’t. You’re- you’re so different than what I thought you’d be.” Her voice was thick with guilt. Rhys realized that he should have known better than to fall for such a trick. Then again, she had seemed to be in genuine pain.

“I guess I owe you then.” He regarded her in a flat tone, but when he met her gaze, he let his expression show the true offer there. Do you need me to get you out? He asked through his eyes. She nodded, only a small sliver of doubt in her eyes as she extended her hand to shake his.

“If you’re lying to me, then I’ll kill you. But we have a bargain.” He gripped her small hand in his large one.

“Then I swear to never lie to you, Feyre Darling.” Her eyes softened, and they hurried away from the party, but not carefully enough to escape the notice of a certain red-haired henchman, who finally did something to help his friend Feyre. He told Tamlin nothing.

In the three weeks since he’d helped her to get away from Tamlin, Feyre and him had finally built a tentative trust between themselves. Rhys knew that she would not be happy about him going on such a dangerous mission without telling her or anyone else in the gang first, but Rhys just had to go after Tamlin. Tamlin, who was still apparently very angry about the disappearance of his girlfriend, who was coincidentally his best person in the field. Tamlin had taken to giving Feyre low paying, low risk jobs in order to keep control over her. Rhys sighed in resignation. At least Amarantha was gone forever; she had been sleeping with Tamlin for the past year. Luckily, Tamlin still had no idea where Feyre was; she was living in Rhys’s own apartment on the other side of the city. Rhys was losing consciousness from the blood loss, and his surroundings were starting to slip away from him. The last thing he thought of before he succumbed to darkness was the look that would be on Feyre’s face when she heard what had become of her ex-lover and what Rhys had done and still planned to do to him.

Twenty minutes later, Rhys was shaken awake by a pair of small hands with slight calluses and definite strength despite their size.

“Rhys!” It was Feyre. This was the first time she had ever used his preferred name; she always called him either Rhysand or Prick. She gently slapped him, and he forced his eyes open a crack.

“Feyre,” He murmured, his voice coming out as a breathy whisper. He traced her cheekbone with his fingers, unable to keep his mask up in his weakened state. Feyre could probably see every emotion in his eyes before they drifted closed again. The darkness beckoned him into its depths. Rhys knew that he didn’t have much time left. He felt himself slipping away.

“Rhys, please.” There was so much distress in her voice, and resolve too, that she sounded like she maybe…cared for him. Rhys didn’t actually believe this, of course. He was darkness, she was light, but when she held his hand and started to lift him, he made himself hold on. He just needed to keep the darkness at bay for a little longer.

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A/N: This is going to be a little more angsty and action packed than most of my other fics. There will still be fluff, I promise, just not in this chapter 😏. Also, I know I heavily imply that Rhys is dead in this chapter, but he’s just dying, I swear(he’ll be fine, where would our story be without him). Yes, I sound just a tad sadistic right now, but it gets better.

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A new light | chapter eleven (Elriel)

A/N: sorry is been so long the first year of college hit me hard and I’m finally just now getting back to myself. But I’m planning on updating this until it’s done, which will probably be around 15 chapters!

(NSFW)

Elain woke up to her usual alarm but she didn’t wake up in her room. No, she was still wrapped up in the toned muscles of Azriel’s arms. Her back was flushed against every inch of his body, and could feel his morning wood pressing into her ass. She smiled, eyes still closed as she rolled over in his grasp to face him, only to find Azriel watching her.

Reaching up Elain watched as Az brushed a strand of fallen hair back behind her ear. His fingers then trailed down her cheek, her jaw, and neck before slinky down her arm and latching onto her hand. Az laced their fingers together, watching as they fit perfectly together.

“I hate that I waited so long to do this,” Azriel whispered, still looking at their laced fingers.

“Holding my hand?” Elain teased though she suspected he was referring more so to what they did last night, several times over. Az chuckled, smiling and she could see the twinkle of happiness in his eyes before it disappeared.

“I meant holding you,” He replied almost quietly, no longer looking at her or their hands, in fact he had dropped his hold all together. Elain moved her body over his, laying on his chest and looking up at his hazel eyes.

“We were idiots,” she told him, brushing his hair back now like he had done to hers. “But we aren’t anymore.” She pressed a kiss to the hollow his neck, to his jawline, the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.

The kiss was slow but sweet and full of all the sorrow each of them had felt in not being together, all the pain over the last few days of not being friends even. They let it all melt into the kiss. Az slipped his tongue into her mouth, moving the kiss to a new pace. Elain started to rock her hips against his, moaning in pleasure as he groaned beneath her.

Then Elain’s alarm went off again reminding them both that they still had another day of work before the weekend. Reaching over to the nightstand she turned it off, then started to move out from under the sheets. Azriel made a noise of complaint, she smiled as she pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Come join me,” Elain whispered before turning and heading for the bathroom to start a shower. Az practically jumped out of his bed as he went to join her. She giggled as she watched and even more as he swept her into his arms and into the spray of warm water.

The moment the shower door was closed he slammed his lips onto hers. Her smile was still there as Azriel slipped his tongue into her mouth, hands gripping her waist and pressing her flush to the glass wall of the shower. Elain ran her hands up his arms and into his dark hair, tangling her fingers all up in the wet strands. Pure bliss.

Az started to pepper kisses across her skin. First her jaw and then her neck and down her chest and stomach until he was on his knees. Elain’s hooded eyes watched him as he spread her legs, kissing her thighs, his thumb pressing to her clit. She moaned at the pressure and then again when he moved his tongue over her.

“Az,” Elain breathed out as he sucked, nipping at her a couple of times. His tongue dipped in and out, lapping her up. She rocked her hips against his wonderful mouth as he kept up his ministrations. Gripping her hips Azriel brough Elain to the edge of an orgasm before standing to his full height. “What the fuck.”

“That’s not how I want you to come,” Az whispered against the shell of her ear, a devilish smirk on his face. Then he gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted Elain up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as she gasped. Then he slammed into her.

“Fuck,” she said out of surprise at the sudden pressure, the sudden feel of him inside her. “We’re going to be late,” Elain thought out loud as she met Az’s hazel eyes. He clearly didn’t give a fuck.

“Then we’ll be late,” he responded before colliding their mouths together causing all of her thoughts that weren’t about him to disappear. Azriel thrust in and out of her as their tongues danced, as Elain dug her nails into his shoulder blades. One thing he found out about Elain last night was that the tighter she gripped his back, the harder her nails dug into his skin the closer she was to an orgasm.

“Azriel,” Elain moaned and a few seconds later he felt her come. Felt her as she clenched around him drawing him to his own climax. Az groaned into her neck as he milked hers and his own orgasms until they were about to collapse onto the shower floor.

“We’re doing this every morning from now on,” Elain said once she regained her composure. Azriel chuckled into her neck, pressing a kiss against her collarbone before pulling out and setting her back on her feet.

“No complaints here,” Azriel said before reaching around Elain to grab a bottle of soap. They began to wash each other off and get ready for the day ahead. Elain had to go back to her own apartment to get dressed into fresh clothes.

Once Azriel was fully dressed he made his way to her apartment just as she emerged from it. She smiled up at him as he took in her attire for the final day of work before the weekend. Elain was dressed in a baby pink sundress with little red flowers all over it. She even had matching red flats on her feet and a red purse to complete the look. Her hair was left down but had a little barrette in the front to hold back the stray hairs. 

“Ready?” Azriel asked her once his eyes made their way back up to her smiling and perfect face. Elain reached down and clasped his hand.

“Yes,” she answered, her smile seemed to grow brighter as she uttered that one simple word. Azriel couldn’t help but smile back as they made their way out the elevator and out of their building.

“When you get home you should pack a bag for the weekend,” Azriel said as they headed down the block in the direction of their office buildings.

“Why?” Elain asked, facing him as they halted at the crosswalk.

“Because I want you to stay at my place for the weekend,” Az said like it should’ve been obvious. After so long of waiting he was ready to spend a day or night without her. Last night and this morning cemented that.

“Then why would I need clothes?” Elain said, sending a sexy little teasing smirk of her own as they crossed the street.

“You’re going to make this a long day, you know that?” Azriel said as they stood in front of Elain’s office building.

“That’s the idea,” she responded as she stood on her tiptoes to press a light and teasing kiss to his lips. Then she turned and headed into her day of work. Azriel shook his head as he headed across the street and into his own office.

“Did Elain just kiss you?” Rhys asked, sticking his head out of his office door as Azriel walked passed.

“None of your business,” Az said simply though he knew it also answered the question that had been asked.

“About fucking time!” Rhys shouted back just before Az closed his office door. With a chuckle he plopped down into his cushioned chair, taking in his organized desk and thinking over all the tasks he had for the day in his head.

Then he reached into the drawer of his desk, the one that held all of the things that had reminded him of Elain, including the picture frame. There was no point in keeping it all in that stupid drawer anymore. They were together now.

And he was never letting go.

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