#tell me ex lover tell me !!!!!!!

[fallstaticexit]

Chapter Five Adie - Previous // Next // Beginning - Lore: A Day in the life of a Guardian

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Daera and Aries have a silent alliance aka Daera for sure was mentioning Adie to Nora’s ex at some point

Daera has concerns about Nora

[solarstarss]

we need more speech and debate au fics. oh sports au? how about the sport of the mind. this is peak academic rivals to lovers. how about competing against your years-long rival in every tournament where your job is to prove how wrong they are in a 5 min speech? the tension. yes lay out your arguments and then watch as i refute them all and then make out with me

[fiercestpurpose]

Reading HtN knowing the spoiler that Gideon was John’s kid but nothing else about her birth was pretty funny because I could not make Gideon’s dead mother + John + G1deon (who I assumed was also her father) add up and my working theory was that G1deon had birthed John’s child and passed her off to a friend (Gideon’s dead mother, who wasn’t actually her mother but was just assumed to be) and kept the whole thing secret from John.

[average-acorn]

once upon a time is found family but only in the sense that this fucking family is scattered across centuries and like four different dimensions so to get a full family tree they gotta run around and pick up dozens of evil little bitches and deadbeat parents over the course of 7 seasons

[enden-k]

i see ppl talk about wriothesley neuvillette here and there but whats with those two? like????????

am i the only one whose interest is piqued bc aaa (i just enjoy this ex friends/lovers / ppl on difficult terms too much i guess LMAO)

[seraph5]

Red Lie Chapter 10 by @themadknightuniverse

Lalo hauled him up, catching him by a shoulder once he was back on his feet, Ignacio letting out a whine. They both breathed in each other space, Ignacio trying not to fall back down with the stars dancing in front of his eyes. Lalo let go of his hand, only to catch him by both of his shoulders when Ignacio started to loose his balance a bit.

[leoleolovesdc]

Howard: Hey guys, do y’all know where’s Cathy?

Aragon, somewhat annoyed: In her room. Writing.

Howard: Oh, so she’s back?

Cleves: Uhh.. she never left?

Howard, disbelieving: She hasn’t shown up in like, five days, and you’re saying that all this time she was just in her room working?

Cleves, shrugging: Workaholics, go figure.

Howard: I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy.

Howard: Like, at all.

Boleyn: Just let her be, Kat. If she wants to work then let her work. It’s her choice and all that shit.

Seymour: No, no, no! Kat’s right, we can’t let Cathy lock herself into a room for a whole week and act like nothing’s wrong!

Aragon: Yeah, someone should definetly go check on her.

Aragon, agressively pointing at Anne: Bo-loser, you’re going. If someone can annoy people out of motivation then that’s you.

Boleyn: What?! I don’t want to!

Cleves: No, Lina’s right. You should go.

Seymour: Yeah, it has to be you, Annie.

Boleyn: Kat? Please?

Howard: As you once wisely said; sorry not sorry, sis.

Boleyn: Ugh, fine! I’ll do it, but you owe me! All of you!

6 hours later

Cleves: Damn, Annie’s surely taking her time, huh?

Aragon: Hm… You’re right. I thought with how enraging she can be Cathy would have given up like, five hours ago

Seymour, uncertainly: Maybe she’s trying a more mature approach?

Seymour: Or maybe Cathy’s just being specially stubborn!

Howard: That’s it, I’m going in.

Howard, kicking the door open: What’s taking so godda-

Cathy is sitting on her desk while writing on a laptop, Anne’s on her lap, belly-to-belly, while reading “Torwards a Gay Communism”.

Aragon:

Parr:

Howard:

Boleyn:

Cleves:

Seymour:

Aragon: How the fu- ?!

Boleyn: I got distracted!

[crokitheloki]

LET THEM KISS YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LET THEM KISS

[sugarsnappeases]

the exes to lovers was gonna be soooo cunty!! pinky promise!! i had the line "you're deeply unpleasant. like, as a person. did you know that?" but then i wrote down the words "old habits die hard" and my hand slipped ://

oh i believe you wholeheartedly mil!!!! that line is so so so cunty . but then i thought the whole ‘what’s your damage’ thing was cunty and that didn’t preclude it from also being one of the most devastating things i’ve ever read….. do you still?? say yes say yes say yes <- i think about that a slightly concerning amount . will never be normal about it . i reread that microfic so often and it makes me DEEPLY UNWELL!!!!!

anyway that line is super mega cunty i agree and ur exes to lovers jeg remains my favourite type of jeg ever and i’m very excited for if you ever share any more….. what you just posted was sick and fucking twisted tho…… loving regulus is muscle memory…. ohhhhhhhh jesus fucking christ

[p3nnyworth]

Throwback to when I made up a woman to have a sorted decades long pining courtship with Alfred and give him kisses on his old man face and became a beloved Nana. Then never posted her

[fobnsfwdoodles]

When your stitch comes loose I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out

[moonchild-in-blue]

Sometimes all you need is a good ol' coffee shop au tbh.

[acourtofquestions]

Golden flame danced between her fingers.

Elide recoiled, and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"My name is Essar," the female said softly. "I am a friend--of your friends, I believe."

Elide said nothing.

"Cairn is a monster," Essar said, taking a step closer. "Stay far from him."

"I need to find him."

"You played the part of his mistreated lover well enough. You have to know something about him. What he does."

"If you know where he is, please tell me." She wasn't above begging.

Essar ran an eye over Elide. Then she said, "He was in this city until yesterday. Then he went out to the eastern camp." She pointed with a thumb over a shoulder. "He's there now."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's not terrorizing the patrons of every fine establishment in this town, glutting himself on the coin Maeve gave him when he took the blood oath."

Elide blinked. She had hoped some of the Fae might be opposed to Maeve, especially after the battle in Eyllwe, but to find such outright distaste...

Essar then added, "And because my sister--the soldier you spoke with--told me. She saw him in the camp this morning, smirking like a cat."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because you are wearing Lorcan's shirt, and Rowan Whitethorn's cloak. If you do not believe me, inform them who told you and they will." Elide cocked her head to the side.

Essar said softly, "Lorcan and I were involved for a time."

They were in the midst of war, and had traveled for thousands of miles to find their queen, and yet the tightness that coiled in Elide's gut at those words somehow found space. Lorcan's lover. This delicate beauty with a bedroom voice had been Lorcan's lover.

"I'll be missed if I'm gone for too long, but tell them who I am. Tell them that I told you. If it's Cairn they seek, that is where he shall be. His precise location, I don't know." Essar backed away a step. "Don't go asking after Cairn at other taverns. He isn't well regarded, even amongst the soldiers. And those who do follow him... You do not wish to attract their interest."

Essar made to turn away, but Elide blurted,

"Where did Maeve go?"

Essar looked over her shoulder. Studied her.

The female's eyes widened. "She has Aelin of the Wildfire," Essar breathed.

Elide said nothing, but Essar murmured, "That was... that was the power we felt the other night." Essar swept back toward Elide. Gripped her hands. "Where Maeve went a few days ago, I don't know. She did not announce it, did not take anyone with her. I often serve her, am asked to... It doesn't matter. What matters is Maeve is not here. But I do not know when she will return."

Relief again threatened to send Elide crumpling to the ground. The gods, it seemed, had not abandoned them just yet.

But if Maeve had taken Aelin to the outpost where they'd lied that the Valg prince had been contained...

Elide gripped Essar's hands, finding them warm and dry. "Does your sister know where Cairn resides in the camp?"

For long minutes, then an hour, they had talked.

Essar left and returned with Dresenda, her sister. And in that alley, they had plotted.

Elide finished telling Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel what she'd learned. They sat in stunned silence for a long minute.

"Just before dawn," Elide repeated. "Dresenda said the watch on the eastern camp is weakest at dawn. That she'd find a way for the guards to be occupied. It's our only window."

Rowan was staring into the trees, as if he could see the layout of the camp, as if he were plotting his way in, way out.

"She didn't confirm if Aelin was in Cairn's tent, though," Gavriel cautioned. "Maeve is gone--Aelin might be with her, too."

"It's a risk we take," Rowan said. A risk, perhaps, they should have considered.

Elide glanced to Lorcan, who had been silent throughout. Even though it had been his lover who had helped them, perhaps guided by Anneith herself. Or at least had been tipped off by the scent on Elide's clothes.

"You think we can trust her?" Elide asked Lorcan, though she knew the answer.

Lorcan's dark eyes shifted to her. "Yes, though I don't see why she'd bother."

"She's a good female, that's why," Rowan said.

At Elide's lifted brow, he explained, "Essar visited Mistward this spring. She met Aelin." He cut a glare toward Lorcan. "And asked me to tell you that she sends her best."

Elide hadn't seen anything that came close to pining in Essar's face, but gods, she was beautiful. And smart. And kind. And Lorcan had let her go, somehow.

[b3y0ndm3asur3]

sorry but there’s something deeply funny to me about the scene where jackson goes to the cabin and says to tim, “i dropped acid!”

[cuteniarose]

No thoughts head empty only Kuviren rendition of That Hürrevran Dream Sequence on my mind

[cherrymoonvol6]

i know marianas trench is the defacto jackparse group but this still shocks me every single time. wow.