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[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Top five fictional men atm?

gods you guys are slaying me tonight, i'm in grief over all of these men:

cardan. motherfucking. greenbriar. (tfota series by holly black) have i mentioned him yet on my blog? i would sign my soul over to an eternity of hell for this flamboyant soft emo punk prick fae boy. hands down the best snusband. would scorch you in a who wore it better contest.

rhysand (acotar series by sjm). gods what a beautiful disaster martyr baby. also probably the most feminist love interest i've ever read. would go down on you for the love of it, confirmed. would also scorch you in a who wore it better contest. a man.

kaz brekker (soc duology by leigh bardugo). shit man. it's been a while since i read soc but the things he did for inej have me WEEPING. i'd help him pillage and plunder capitalism no questions asked. dramatic as fuck. a bit murdery.

this is a bit obscure but hypnos (the gilded wolves by roshani chokshi). he fits right in with my flamboyant emo punk royal type and his witty banter is through the roof i mean. also bit of a tragic past which we cannot resist. would also scorch you in a who wore it better contest. i would pay big money to see a fashion standoff between him, rhys, and cardan.

reid diggory (serpent and dove by shelby mahurin) i'd fucking die for reid for one main reason: he's a male LI who just so happens to be a virgin. he's much less experienced than his female LI, but it's never portrayed as a weakness. and idk i love flipping the script. he is a bit stupid tho and i always protect my stupid children.

basically i want to give all of them a really long and warm hug because i think they could use it. thank you, lilly , for letting me ramble about these real men. 🖤💫

[highqueenofelfhame]

a promise.

When she was sixteen, Elide Lochan had made a promise with Lorcan Salvaterre. That promise was that they each had one get-out-of-jail-free card each. It entailed nothing but an escape car, and the additional promise that no questions be asked about said escape. Lorcan had used his up three weeks later when he was trying to get away from a girl’s house, whose dad happened to own a very scary shotgun. 

Lorcan also used his every other weekend after that, it was just that Elide got to ask any and all questions, she got to make fun of him all she wanted, and he couldn’t say a single thing about it. 

Elide never used hers. 

Lorcan often brought it up over the years, curious as to why she would keep harboring it for so long. There just might be a time in the future, she’d say. Nothing major enough has happened to make me use it right now, she would reply. By the time they’d grown apart near the end of college, she still hadn’t used hers. 

One day, though, while sitting in a bar on a saturday evening, Lorcan received a text message. It was from a number he didn’t have in his phone, a number that didn’t even flicker a memory. In fact, he had almost gone straight to deleting it but read the contents instead. 

1354 Warrenbrook Lane. You promised. 

It didn’t take long for him to connect the dots, to know who it was that had sent the message. Because Lorcan didn’t make promises. In his entire 27 year existence, he’d made two promises to one person. One promise, to one girl, what felt like one thousand years ago, that no matter what he would show up when he needed her, and another that he would always find her.. So he nodded his head to Rowan, a signal that he would be back to pay his tab, and ducked out of the bar and into the rain. 

Lorcan ran to his rusty, red, and ancient truck and pulled up the directions, shooting a text to who could only be Elide that he would be there in twenty minutes. Her only reply was to hurry. So he did, speeding through the town as best as he could, trying to take shortcuts wherever he could. 

When he arrived he was confused. 

Confused because it was a small chapel. There were dozens of cars outside, the doors closed but the music signifying a bridal walk clear. Flowers and tulle decorated the stairways up, and he’d just gotten out of his car when the doors blew open and what could only be the bride came dashing out. The bride that was Elide, his Elide, in a wedding dress that made her look like a cupcake. Her hair was in a ridiculous updo, none of it looking a lick of what Elide would have liked or had ever told Lorcan she’d dreamt for her wedding. No, this was the look of a bride succumbing to her groom, and as he ran to the other side and threw the door open for her, he didn’t blame her for saving the promise now. 

Lorcan helped her into the truck, stuffing her dress into the rusted cab and closed her in before he ran to the other side and jumped in, taking off back in the direction he had came. Elide’s hands were shaking, her whole body was shaking as she stared out the front windshield, not bothering to look behind. She had always been like that though. Not one to focus too much on the past, instead only looking toward the future. 

“You came,” she finally said, reaching up to begin unpinning her hair. She seemed to relax once it was falling down over her shoulders, like having that curtain there helped her breathe somehow. Lorcan nodded, glancing over at her as he drove. The more pins she removed, the more she looked like herself save for the caked layer of makeup on her face. After a moment, she started using the ivory hem of her dress to wipe that off, too. 

“How did you know I would? It’s been years, Elide.”

“Because you promised me,” she said, simply. “And you don’t make those lightly.” 

twenty minute drabble.

@starseternalnighttriumphant @shyvioletcat @westofmoon @tangledraysofsunshine @empire-of-wildfire @kandasboi @schmlip-scribble @ttakeitbacknoww​ @whiskeybusiness1776​ @runawayrowan​ @tonystarksbish​ @the-regal-warrior​

[starseternalnighttriumphant]

“i think i want a baby.” “like... you want me to steal one?” for elorcan

Elide scrolled through her instagram feed, pausing on a photo just posted by Aelin. It was her and Rowan in bed, their new baby between them as they looked down at her lovingly. “Lazy days with Lily” the caption read. The new family looked so adorable, bathed in golden light. Elide double-tapped the picture and then searched up Yrene’s profile. She scrolled through the picture of her and Chaol’s child, now almost two years old, her curls out of control and her hazel eyes beaming in every picture Yrene had posted. 

Elide sighed and then let her screen go black. She looked up at her boyfriend, her head in his lap as his attention was laser-focused on the video game on the TV before them. His black hair was pulled up in a man bun, and dark stubble was dusted along his cheeks and jaw. She remembered the first time she had seen him, three years ago, freshly shaven and hair short. They’d come a long way, and despite the ups and downs, she loved him with her entire being and she knew he felt the same way despite his rough exterior. 

“I think I want a baby,” Elide said suddenly.

She watched him frown, eyes not leaving the screen as he furiously pressed buttons. “Like… you want me to steal one?”

She huffed a laugh. “No, Lorcan. I want a baby.”

She almost thought he wasn’t hearing a word she said until his frown deepened and he paused the game, looking down at her. “What?”

“Let’s have a baby,” she told him, sitting up and facing him on the couch. 

He turned toward her, cocking his head. “What brought this on?”

She sighed, beginning to fiddle with her fingers. The topic of children was something her and Lorcan had talked about in the abstract, never making any concrete plans. They’d assumed that eventually they’d get married and have kids, but it seemed like something far away. 

“Well, it’s just that like… our friends have kids. Chaol and Irene. Rowan and Aelin just had a baby,” she explained, looking back up at him. “And I know we haven’t been together as long as them and we’re not married but…” she shrugged. “I’ve always been sure about you, Lorcan. And I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

She watched his face flicker through a bunch of different emotions, too fast for her to follow before he lunged toward her and pressed her into the couch, causing her to laugh as he grabbed her face and kissed her hard. 

“Okay,” he whispered against her lips. “Let’s have a baby.”

-

@highqueenofelfhame @schmlip-scribble @westofmoon @empire-of-wildfire @kandasboi @lorcansalvaterree @anabelkay @shyvioletcat @city-of-fae @empress-ofbloodshed @whiskeybusiness1776 @tonystarksbish

[darklesmylove]

no limits | cressworth

some angsty cressworth

also tagging @thomasscresswell @tonystarksbish @illyrianbeauty @kazhewbrekker 

enjoy! <3

***

It had happened suddenly.

One day Audrey Rose had been fine, happily falling into his arms and kissing him until he was dizzy with the taste of her, and the next day she was gone. Her eyes had been empty, haunted with unspoken knowledge as she ended their relationship with a hollow, unfeeling goodbye before walking out the door without another word.

Every night he had practically worn through the floorboards as he paced in front of the door, pathetically hoping she would come back, hoping it had all been nothing more than a trivial mistake.

Every night he was disappointed, waking up crumpled on the couch with dried tears tracked across his cheeks.

She had given no explanation, no reason as to why she was leaving him. And for once, he hadn't been able to puzzle his way out, hadn't been able to find a solution to the equation that was Audrey Rose.

Until her uncle had slipped.

It had been another miserable day, his cheeks hollowed out with grief from losing her as he listlessly moved through his tasks in the morgue.

"Thomas, I would be most grateful if you could finish up here, I have to go visit Audrey Rose in the hospital before it closes."

Both of them had frozen simultaneously, one harrowing thought in reaction searing through Thomas's mind so harshly he flinched.

He should have known.

Now, standing at the entrance to her hospital room, his knees threatened to give out from underneath him as their gazes met. The roses he had so painstakingly picked out now seemed utterly and completely useless, his hands shaking as he gripped them tighter and tighter, unable to uproot his feet from the floor. It was as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room, lungs shriveling as he took in her achingly fragile form swathed in thin cotton blankets.

"Thomas." Her voice was hoarse, eyes swimming with tears that made her startlingly green irises look like sparkling emeralds.

His legs moved of their own accord, rushing to her before he fell to his knees at her side. 

"Why didn't you tell me, Audrey Rose," he croaked, any and all bravado he normally projected fallen away in the face of her unimaginable pain. Her full, rosy lips parted, then shut again as she swallowed hard, as if physically trying to choke down her words.

It felt as if someone had plunged a scalpel into his skin, slicing him open as he had with countless cadavers before. 

His breath shuddered. "Do you want me to go?"

The tears glimmering in her eyes finally spilled over, slipping down her cheeks in uncontrolled fervor.

"No please stay, Thomas. I.. I want you here. I want you." The falter as her voice cracked was enough to break him. Tears of his own quickly dissolved into sobs as he moved to hold her, cradling her entirely too fragile body in his tight embrace, as if she could disappear from his grip at any moment. Her heartbeat, normally so strong and sure, fluttered weakly against his touch, struggling with every pulse. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you," she whimpered, gripping at his coat and pulling him closer, fisting the fabric so tightly her knuckles were white with force. 

"I know, my love," he whispered into her raven hair, the silky locks since having lost their once illustrious shine. He carefully ran his fingers through the soft waves, gently working to relieve some of the tangles knotted through the loose curls. Her body seized suddenly, jerking back as a fit of coughs wracked her small frame, making tremors vibrate through him as she shook with the force of them. Blood spattered across her arm like flecks of paint when her hacking finally ceased. 

She wouldn't meet his gaze as she reached for a cloth draped over her bedside table, swiping it across her skin until the red disappeared.

A quiet fell over the room that was horribly deafening.

"How long have you known?" he finally asked, his grip tightening around her in useless protection. Her teeth found her lower lip, biting down harshly enough that she made herself wince.

"A week before I walked out on you I found out about the illness. And Thomas, I couldn't stand the thought of doing this to you. I still can't. You have given me life and freedom in a world that wants nothing more than to cage me. I didn't want to make you suffer while I wasted away for months, especially when there is no hope for my recovery. I love you too much to do so."

His throat burned with agony. No amount of deductive reasoning could cure her. There was nothing he could do.

"Audrey Rose," he whispered, desperately trying to steady his voice, "It is a privilege to be hurt by you. And every possible second I can have with you I want. Regardless of what happens. And I will do everything in my power to lengthen that time, I promise you."

A mournful smile pulled at the corner of her lips. "Looking for ways to science yourself out of a difficult situation yet again, Thomas? I should have known better than to believe you'd accept reality for once."

He struggled to match her soft grin, fingertips caressing down her arm, her powder skin like velvet underneath his hand. Though he was still the most breathtaking woman he had ever laid eyes on, yet her failing health was horribly clear. He didn't want to know how much time the doctors believed she had left. 

He couldn't bear the thought.

The amusing lilt to her voice caught back his attention, his eyes meeting hers. 

"I'm not dead yet, Cresswell, you're looking at me like I'm a cadaver already," she teased softly.

His laugh was devastating in its misery. Her slender fingers palmed his cheek, bringing him closer before she pressed her silken lips against his. Despite everything, the taste of her still left him dizzy with intoxication, breathing her in and savoring the warmth of every lingering touch.

He pulled away first, emotion welling in his voice yet again. "I don't want to lose you, Audrey Rose. I love you more than life itself."

Her hands threaded through his hair, ghosting over the back of his neck as she spoke with gentle promise.

"There are no limits to the stars, Thomas. There numbers are infinite, and they endure for eternities."

It felt like he could barely breathe with his very own words quoted back at him in such loving warmth.

She smiled.

"I love you like the stars, Cresswell, and I promise my love for you will endure long, long after I am gone."

[booklover41802]

ALL OF THEM

I love this but also simultaneously hate it

1. What’s your sexual orientation? Bisexual :)

2. What are you obsessed with right now? JOEY BATEY

3. Ever done any drugs? Does @illyrian-bookworm count? She’s my drug 😂😂

4. What piercings do you want? Helix piercing

5. How many people have you kissed? Approximately zero

6. Describe your dream home. A little cottage overlooking a lake, or mountains. I just to live in nature, is that so much to ask?

7. Who are you jealous of? Kerri Manscalco because I would love to be able to write like her

8. What’s your favorite show to binge? THE WITCHER

9. Do you watch porn? I will have to say, no. No I have not

10. Do you have a secret side blog? I used to but I deleted it a while ago 👀

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? Well seeing as we are in quarantine right now, I’m going to pretend like COVID-19 isn’t a thing right now and say Italy

12. What’s one of your fantasies? Being happy

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? Fuck. No. Nothing against people who do, it’s just not for me

14. How would you spend a million dollars? Put it towards my college funds, and build a library

15. Are you in a relationship? Yes, I have a boyfriend 🥰

16. Do you follow any porn blogs? I am the porn blog

17. Are you angry with anyone right now? Surprisingly, no. My Aries energy was used up a few days ago

18. What tattoos do you want?

I have an entire Pinterest board dedicated to tattoos. These are just a few :)

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to? No but I would definitely go Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius if I ever did

20. What is something you’re obsessed with? Food

21. Describe your best friend. Tall. Very tall.

22. Tag someone you think is hot. @ me

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists. Imagine Dragons, Journey, Billie Eyelash, Harry Styles, Lewis Capaldi

24. What are three places you want to travel to? London, Alaska, and Latvia

25. Describe your perfect Friday night. Staying home and reading a book. Or, spending time with some of my friends

26. What’s your favorite season? Spring. It’s not too hot, not too cold. Perfect

27. What’s your pet peeve? Slow drivers piss me off more than anything in the world

28. Who’s the funniest person you know? @webcraft4eveh

29. What’s the most overrated movie? The Kissing Booth

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message. @tonystarksbish

31. Do you like paper books or e-books better? Paper books. I like the smell of books lol

32. If you could pick to live in any fictional world, what would you pick? Velaris in ACOTAR

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe look like? Jean jackets, fitted shirts, sweaters, boots, sneakers, cardigans, ripped jeans.

34. What’s your coffee order? Iced vanilla white mocha

35. Do you have a crush on anyone? Myself, for obvious reasons

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? No because I don’t have any

37. Have any tattoos? Nope, though I want one or two

38. Do you drink? Nah fam I’m sober and I plan to stay that way

39. Are you a virgin? Yes ma’am I am a child of god

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals? A few 🤐

41. How many followers do you have? 344

42. Describe the hottest person you know. Short brownish blondish hair, long legs, brilliant mind, beautiful smile

43. What’s your guilty pleasure? Spending time away from people and enjoying my own company

44. Do you read erotica? Rarely

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on? I haven’t been on a bad date

46. How many people are you following? 919

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

F and G for the fandom asks please!

thanks so much for the ask babes!! 🖤💫

F: what's the longest you've ever been in a fandom?

oh god friend you picked a do-sy... i wanna say Harry Potter because that's been A Thing for me since i was 4 (and i was the president of the harry potter society at my university) we have an on again off again relationship so it hasn't been steady but....

my only other option would probably be One Direction 😂 in the loosest sense of the term, i've been "in the fandom" since... 2011? it's been 8 years wtf???? with the band broken up it hasn't been too active, but it's still fun to reminisce and follow them through their separate musical journeys.

i've met some of my best friends through 1D and HP so even though i'm not as ardent about them as i once was, they'll always have a special place in my heart.

G: do you remember your first OTP? if so who was in it?

i'll start this off by saying that, since i am and always will be an oblivious motherfucker, i didn't know what OTP meant until i was 16/17? and at that time, i wasn't really passionate about a lot of fandoms.

the first time i remember using OTP in a sentence was in uni for my real life friend and her high school boyfriend (who are still together btw) and i swear on my grave if they don't get married love is not real.

but i'd say my first fandom OTP would probably be jurdan (quite recent lmao) because i would literally lay down my life for the sake of their relationship.

[highqueenofelfhame]

feel the fire, part one

She used to look like the sun, used to radiate the same bright and free energy like wildfire. Rowan had never seen anything like her before, the way she seemed to buzz with such fervor. He had never seen her use her magic in his bar so he wasn’t sure what type of magic she had, but he could feel it radiating off of her like static electricity. Something changed, though, and he wasn’t sure what had happened. He just knew that now she was what they called faded. 

Her magic was leeching the life out of her because for one reason or another, she wasn’t using it anymore. 

Before, Aelin Galathynius had gone from the sun personified, her golden hair lustrous as it tumbled down her back. It looked like it was threaded with strands of actual gold, catching in the light in such ways Rowan had never really seen before. Not so vibrantly, anyway. Everything about her glowed from within, her skin, hair, her eyes that sometimes looked like they had a core of flame. 

But then she started fading, and if Rowan didn’t know any better, it was because of the bastard she’d started dating. He knew the man was a tool based on his reaction any time Rowan used his magic around him. The look on his face had told him enough of what he thought about magic and he hated that Aelin might not be using hers, whatever it may be. Her skin had lost it’s glow, her hair didn’t catch the light anymore. In truth, she looked completely exhausted. Not using her magic was, quite frankly, ruining the very essence of what she used to be. 

These days, she spent a lot of time at the bar alone. Even now, she was pretty much watching the ice melt in the drink he’d made her. Rowan had been using his own magic to freeze it again, something he did for all patrons of the bar to keep their drinks cold. For her, though, he figured it was therapeutic somehow to let the ice melt all the way before he froze the water in the alcohol back into cubes. Sometimes, he froze them into different shapes, doing anything to try to get so much as a grin out of her.

 It hadn’t worked. 

Above the bar, the blue neon light flicked against her wan skin, making her look nearly translucent. Sickly, even. He hadn’t thought anything could make her look worse but that light did, casting an odd sheen and shadow over her features. It was tempting to turn it off entirely just so he didn’t have to see her bathed in its glow. 

Rowan didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why she would stay with a man like that in the first place, but more so he didn’t understand how someone could take the obvious sunshine she’d been before and frozen her into a shell of herself. He didn’t understand how a man could take a look at the way she was before and whittle her down to nothing. Didn’t understand how it wouldn’t drive her boyfriend absolutely insane to tame what she had been when before, she’d been so beautiful it was almost painful to look at her. He was stealing her from herself. It made Rowan want to punch him on the off days he saw him around. 

“Want another?” He asked, nodding his head toward the nearly empty glass of whiskey in her hands. His own worked to towel dry a glass that he flipped over his shoulder when she nodded her head yes. Her skin had an odd sheen of sweat over it, likely from her magic wanting out, out, out, so Rowan sent a cool breeze in her direction until he saw some sort of relief flicker across her features.

He didn’t miss the way her lips parted like it felt so good she wanted to gasp or maybe even moan. 

Rowan was slow in filling her drink. It was a Tuesday and there weren’t many other patrons left in the bar this late but him. 

“You look like you’ve seen better days,” he finally admitted, leaning on his forearms while she took another drink. This time, the breeze was almost too-cold and she shot him a look that told him to knock it off. Good, he thought. Bite back, throw something at me. 

“Is it your business?” She drawled, drumming her thumb on the counter. Rowan shrugged, licked his lips, and sent another sharp breeze at her. This time, he sent small flecks of ice. “Stop doing that.”

“You need to let it out, you know. Or you’ll just keep getting worse.” 

She had answered by throwing a twenty on the bar and leaving without another word. 

Each time he saw her after that, she looked progressively worse. Like she wasn’t sleeping at all, like she was sick. It was starting to eat him alive the same way her magic was eating her alive. 

Rowan would be lying if he said that he wasn’t somewhat infatuated with her. He was pretty sure he was in love with her, actually, but he’d never told anyone that. They were friends the way you were friends with your bartender. The way he knew secrets about just about everyone who spilled drunken secrets to him. Rowan could have run his entire establishment on the trade of secrets, but that wouldn’t pay the bills.

Aelin had been different from everyone he’d ever met. The first time he’d seen her walk into his bar the first thing he’d done after closing was run upstairs to sketch her because he’d wanted to capture her and everything that she was before it faded from his memory. It never had faded away though. She was in every weekend with her friends giving him hell. 

The night Rowan had finally worked up the courage to ask her out, she had walked in with another man and after one kiss on the lips he’d figured his chances were shot to hell. 

Now he made an effort to annoy her into using her magic just about every night, and despite her irritation with him she was almost always the last person in. Aelin wasn’t talking to him much anymore, just sitting and staring at her hands and tossing her phone on the counter after reading presumably irritating texts from someone. It was likely the boyfriend that he couldn’t stand, and it happened nightly like clockwork. She came in and had a glass of whiskey but barely drank it. Rowan had tried to tell her she didn’t have to pay for a drink she wasn’t going to drink, he could just as well give her a glass of ice water to watch the ice melt in, but she’d shot him a look full of fire and he’d filled her glass with Jameson like she’d asked. 

So every night he shot ice at her. Sometimes in the shape of cubes, sometimes in the form of little snowflakes. Those had almost made her smile, but she wouldn’t admit to it. 

Tonight, it was tiny arrows that would be annoying and sting at most or annoy the hell out of her in the least. Tonight, for the first time in weeks, it worked because finally, she’d had enough. 

And shot an arrow of fire directly for his face. 

“There you are,” he said, unable to hide the wide grin that took over his lips. 

And there she was indeed. 

@starseternalnighttriumphant @musicmaam @city-of-fae @kandasboi @the-regal-warrior @empire-of-wildfire @tangledraysofsunshine  @lorcansalvaterree @valarian-trash @hey-its-grey @sleeping-and-books @thephilosophyofblank @breezyfreezey @westofmoon @tonystarksbish @mariamuses @thereaderandfangirl @rosesandglass @xxhopelesspeachesxx  @flowerspringsea​ @the-bookloving-girl​ @but-she-was-aelin-galathynius​ @dreamcatchersimss​ @chemicha​ @vi0let-femmes​ @ttakeitbacknoww​   @bamchickawowow​

[nomattertheoceans]

Feysand Holiday Fluff Fest - Day 28

Did you say something?

Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry - 1,5k words

Feyre was nervous.

It was stupid, because it wasn’t the first time she was eating over at the Knight’s house. As Mor’s best friend since the fourth grade, she had been here quite a number of times. But she had never received such a formal invitation before, the boys’ mom had even called her to make sure she was free. So here she was, standing in front of their door, not knowing what to expect at being invited at a formal holiday dinner.

She rang the doorbell and waited, and Mor opened the door almost immediately.

“Good, you’re here!” She grabbed her and pulled her inside.

“Why are you so excited? What’s going on?”

“I’m not excited. Come on in.”

They went into the kitchen and were greeted by the smell of various holiday meals cooling down on the table.

“Feyre, you’re here,” Mor’s aunt greeted her, and Feyre smiled.

“Hi, Mrs Knight, how are you?”

“Oh good, good. How is your Freshman year going, so far?”

“Good. Yale’s art program is great so far.”

“And do you get to spend some time with Rhys?” Feyre felt her smile falter, but he had promised he wouldn’t say anything, and she trusted him. So she forced her smile back on her lips and answered in what she hoped was a normal voice.

“A little. Not as much as I see Mor, of course.” She turned to her best friend in hope that she would approve, but Mor seemed too busy with sorting out something in the fridge to come to her rescue.

“Well still, Mor told me you two were studying together quite a lot.” She felt herself blushing, mostly because of how most of their studying sessions ended, but she nodded.

“We are. Can I help you with anything?”

“Sure. Can you grab this plate, and Mor, take this one. I’ll meet you in the dining room in a minute.”

They did as they were told and lifted the plates to leave the kitchen. As soon as they were in the corridor, Feyre stopped Mor in her tracks.

“What has gotten into your aunt?”

“About what?”

“You know, talking about Rhys so much and asking if we’re hanging out.”

Mor shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess she just wants to know how your year is going.” They entered the dining room, and found Cassian, Azriel and Rhys already sitting, chatting loudly. They all greeted Feyre, but her eyes met Rhys’ who gave her a large grin. Mor set down her plate, grabbed the one in Feyre’s hand, and pushed her with her hip.

“Feyre, why don’t you sit beside Rhys today?”

“O - okay.” Why she wasn’t sitting beside Mor, where she always sat when they dined at her home, she didn’t know. Had Rhys said something to her? Why he would have done it now when they had managed to stay quiet for more than two months was a mystery, but she didn’t see any other plausible explanation for his cousin and his mom’s strange pushy behavior.

So she sat down beside Rhys, and decided on ignoring Mor until she could talk to him in private.

***

The dinner started normally, and for half an hour, Feyre thought she might have imagined what had been happening. Everybody was talking and laughing, and she felt glad for the invitation, the dinner reminding her of every night she had spent at their house as a teenager, building pillow forts with Mor and the boys, eating candies until they all fell asleep right there.

But then Mrs Knight started asking her questions again, uncomfortably personal questions.

“So Feyre, are you dating anyone at the moment?”

She felt Rhys tense up beside her, and she forced herself not to look at him as she answered. “I’m not, no.”

“What about you, Rhys?”

She saw Rhys choke on the water he’d been drinking, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. He mumbled a quiet ‘no’ and went back to his plate. She needed to make her change the subject. So she turned to Mor.

“Mor, you’ve been seeing that girl from your intro to gender study class, right?”

Mor grinned at her. “I have. But we already know all about that. What we don’t know about is you, Feyre. I live with you, and yet I haven’t seen you go on any dates. Maybe you should try it.”

And before she could answer, Mrs Knight talked again. “Exactly. I know leaving Tamlin must have been hard at the end of high school but -”

Cassian laughed at that, interrupting her. “Yeah right, she dumped him and she was right to do so, that jerk.”

And Feyre smiled at him, because she could always count on Cass to be on her side. “I did, and I really don’t feel bad, believe me.”

“Well, all I was going to say was that it’s not good staying hung up on old relationships.”

“I’m not. I just... “ again, she avoided glancing at Rhys. “I haven’t met many people yet.”

“Well, maybe you should try dating somebody you already know.” And she looked at Rhys intently, who did his best to ignore his mother’s stare. Feyre coughed. She really wanted to speak about something else, so she turned to Cassian. “Cass, how about you, anything exciting happening at Cornell?”

As she hoped, Cassian started talking incessantly, and she was able to go back to her meal.

***

“Rhys, Feyre, do you mind going to get the pies in the kitchen?”

Feyre would have said no, just to avoid playing into whatever game his mom was playing, but she really needed to talk to him in private. So when he got up, she followed him out of the room and down the corridor. Eager to be alone, she moved past him and entered the kitchen first. She went to grab the first pie, when she felt both his hands rest on her butt. She jumped in surprise, but before she could turn around, his hands moved from her butt to her waist, and she felt his lips rest on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their leave.

“Rhys, what are you doing?”

“Kissing my girlfriend,” he whispered against her ear, chuckling when she shivered at the sensation, his hands roaming around her belly as he pressed himself into her more. “You’re so sexy today, I couldn’t think of anything else during dinner.”

She bit back a moan at the sensation of his body so close to hers, and let her head rest against his shoulder for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his kisses on her skin.

But then she remembered where they were, and straightened up in his arms, resting her hands on the kitchen counter.

“Rhys, your entire family is in the other room.”

“So?”

“So, I thought we weren’t ready to tell yet.”

And he must have understood what she was asking him, because his lips stopped, and he rested his face on her neck, his arms more gentle around her, not as eager as they’d been a second before.

“I didn’t tell them anything, Fey.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, really. I mean, you know my mom always liked the idea of us getting together.” She knew. That was one of the reasons why they had decided not to tell anyone about the fact that they were dating. They didn’t want the pressure of their families to weigh in on their relationship. “But she’s never been as forward before. I’m thinking, maybe Mor realized what’s been happening and she told her.”

She turned to face him and looped her arms around his neck. “You mean, Mor would know and she hasn’t told us about it?”

“Maybe she doesn’t know exactly but… I mean, you two literally share a room now, and she might have noticed you spending more time with me. I don’t know, maybe she thinks we’re flirting or something.”

She chuckled. Flirting. That was one way to describe what they were doing when they were alone. He seemed to think the same, because he bent down and captured her lips in his, a soft kiss that she never wanted to end. But of course, they had to stop. She pushed away slowly and looked into his eyes.

“We have to go back or they’re gonna come look for us.”

“I know.” He paused, and she waited for him to formulate what he had in mind. “Do you want me to tell my mom to stop bothering you?”

She thought for a minute. “You know what I would like? For them to know. I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to be able to hold your hand in public whenever I want.”

He smiled at her, and nodded. “Tonight?”

“No. I’m not that ready yet.” He laughed. “How about on New Year’s Eve?”

He considered for a moment. “Alright, on New Year’s Eve, then.”

And he kissed her again, before they grabbed the pies and went back to the dining room, a new certainty in their hearts.

Current tag list (send me an ask if you want to be tagged, I have a hard time keeping track of the comments):

@summernightskyy​ @illyrian-bookworm​ @amren-courtofdreams​ @vanilla28​ @rory050​ @philosophorumaurum02​ @illyrianbeauty​ @kybaeza​ @sincerely-unidentified​ @highladyofthesith​ @the-regal-warrior​ @inrealliampain​ @kiss-my-maas​ @highlady-of-dusk​ @amusedowl​ @highladyofelfhame​ @fucking-winchester-trash​ @sleeping-and-books​ @l0sts0uls1128​ @secret-lil-rendez-vous​ @everything-that-i-love​ @kingdomofbrokenhearts​ @fourshizzle149​  @musicmaam​ @voiceoftheroses​ @avenrebekah​ @queenofdorkville​ @outofstyles13​ @bow-dawn​ @iliveforfandoms226​ @city-of-fae​ @welcometothespeaknowworldtour​​ @notyourclassicshadowhunter​ @ellenoftroy​ @tonystarksbish​​ @propagandaprincess​​ @thelaughingzeebra​​ @ame233​​ @hopelesslyinlovewithbooks​​ @shadowstar2313​​ @eve-of-the-night-court​​ @quakeriders​​ @fireheart-of-your-dreams​​ @feeoly​​ @yikesitsmaddie​​ @buffykitten​​ @alifletcher2012​​ @faefromthenorth​​ @emmejo26​​ @lowhangingtreebranches​​ @mynewdreamwasyou​​ @goldfishh20​​ @feyrearcherons​​ @ttakeitbacknoww​​ @rtheinkqueen​​ @thereaderandfangirl​​ @the-last-apprentice​​ @whilma-warfstache​​  @julemmaes​​ @meltalgel-ig​​ @wifeofchrishemsworth​​ @worldoffae​​ @thesurielships​​ @chemicha​​ @kindofawalkingpoem​​ @rowaelinforeverworld​​  @booksstorm​​ @empress-ofbloodshed​​ @awkward-avocado-s​​ @thesirenwashere​​ @tswaney17​​ @belamoonbeam​​ @faequeenaelin​​ @hedwig1751​​ @booksatteatime​​ @over300books​​ @keshavomit​​ @redqueen-marecal-lover​​ @musicalfae​​ @girl-who-reads-the-books​​ @thehuntersmoon-haven​​ @joyceortiz13​ @rainy-bookish-days​

[nomattertheoceans]

@illyrianbeauty @tonystarksbish reason number 4873583772 why I love cheetahs 😍😍

by Xergion

[darklesmylove]

21 questions

i normally dont do tag games because im not interesting but im feeling spicy tonight thanks @tonystarksbish

1. nicknames - heather is such a hard name to make nicknames out of lmfao, but this guy called me heather the sexy feather in like eighth grade and that become a running joke for awhile, also my real true name is sparkles courtesy of @whoretti

2. real name - heather, or you can call me darkles if you really wanna

3. zodiac sign - pisces! 

4. height - 5′1 i am a small one i could fit in your pocket

5. what time is it now - midnight  

6. favorite musician/group - this is so hard. in terms of hip hop i love jaden smith and 6lack, but hozier and the 1975 are also my shit

7. favorite sports team - seahawks (football), yes i do love watching football because its the only time my dad pays attention to me and is actually nice lmfao (daddy issues :/)

8. other blogs - none because i am a simple bitch and also a grandma with technology

9. do i get asks - yes..?

10. how many blogs to i follow - omfg only 78 ive gotta find more people to be friends with dont i 

11. any tumblr crushes - @tonystarksbish right back at you ;) also cant leave out @thomasscresswell my legal wife once i escape america

12. lucky numbers - 3, 5, 7, 17

13. what i am wearing rn - big tshirt that looks like a dress on me because i bought a men’s large so i could be cozy while i sleep

14. dream vacation - i already got to go on my dream vacation which was greece and it was AMAZING but besides that thailand and bali

15. dream car - the new electric audi because SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT, but also like a fucking porsche they’re so sexy 

16. favorite food - there’s a lot, i love mashed potatoes SO MUCH, pizza, pasta, caprese salad, avocado toast, ANY CHINESE FOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH, cheesecake, and spinach salad okay im done even if theres more

17. drink of choice - if youre talking alcoholic any wine or anything with vodka, and non alcoholic i actually really love water, but also hot cider and chai lattes

18. languages - english, and im working on my french and ASL

19. instruments - piano mainly, i used to play clarinet because my mom forced me and i used to play guitar because my dad forced me lmfao

20. celebrity crushes - forever and always dylan o’brian is at the top of my list hes an ICON and fucking blake lively can do whatever she wants to me please and thank you

21. random fact - i played clara in the nutcracker ballet! most of you know by now but ive been a dancer my whole life :)

tagging: literally anyone im high now and i ah might have currently forgotten how to tag people oops

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

18 for the end of the year asks pls 💓💓

yay thanks so much for the ask lilly!! 🖤💫

18. a memorable meal this year?

ooo that's a tough one.... i'd say probably when my friends and i went to this place called Duck and Waffle for brunch. it's a very trendy 24hr sit down restaurant on top of a skyscraper in the middle of downtown london. (and yes, they serve both duck and waffles, sometimes on the same plate)

the day we go, it's beautiful and sunny and we can see the whole city from our breakfast table. obviously this made us feel lavish, so we ordered a round of mimosas, cappuccinos, and freshly pressed orange juice. everyone had 4 drinks (including water) in front of them, alongside a massive plate of waffles with a duck leg and a mote of syrup on top, and ice cream with cinnamon apples for dessert.

we basically rolled ourselves out of there.

[nomattertheoceans]

@tonystarksbish lmaooooo still one of my favorite scenes 😂😂

Coming out to President mom in Red, White & Royal Blue.

[highqueenofelfhame]

feel the fire, part two

For a moment, it was like her very essence flickered. For a moment, she had felt alive. It was like something inside of her had yawned wide after slumbering for far too long. It had been months since she’d felt the warmth of it kissing her skin like a summer breeze. Months since she had felt awake and aware. It was like for the first time in ages she saw everything with such bright clarity, not in a faded fog. 

In the mirrored wall behind the bar she had even seen the physical change and wondered what Rowan thought of it. In that flicker of a moment, Aelin had looked like herself. Her hair had rippled with the golden rays of the sun, the core of her eyes had shone so bright it had been impossible to miss even with three meters between her and the mirror. Everything about her glowed. Everything about her had become beautiful again. 

And gods above had she felt good, too. The magic zinging through her, the palpable energy vibrating between her fingers she had channeled it through. Then there was the smile on Rowan’s face, so wide and unrestrained like he couldn’t help himself. Like this was what he had been waiting for every day the last few weeks that she’d sat at his bar and watched her drink become nothing until he filled it with ice flowers or, once, ice penises. 

“So, fire.” Rowan was leaning against the bar now, freezing the ice in her glass again. This time it took the shape of lilies. 

“Fire,” she confirmed, daring to weave strands through her fingers. Gods it felt good to get it out, to see the yellow and orange flame flicker against her skin. It felt good to feel the slight warmth of it, only ever as hot as she allowed it to be. It felt so good to let it out that she nearly moaned. 

“It makes sense. I always thought that you looked like the sun,” he said, pausing to offer her a small smile before he turned and walked away, leaving her to play with her flames while he tended to other patrons of the bar. 

For the first time in months, Aelin looked at her hands and smiled. 

~*~

From that night on, once he got the bar closed, Aelin stayed late and let her magic play with his while they talked. She liked to watch him send her drinks on a cool breeze, loved watching him keep her drink cold without a single thought. Even more, she loved when he used his wind to stoke her fire into bigger flames. Not that she needed the help, he knew that. But it seemed to light her up when they played together. 

They went on like that for weeks, for well over a month. Talking about anything and everything. Aelin finally confessed the depths of her relationship to him. The mental abuse she had endured made Rowan want to kill her boyfriend, but found it in him not to. 

For so long she hadn’t used her magic, but the little she used brought the color back to her face when they twined ice and fire together. 

Aelin told him everything, and in turn he bared his own soul. He told her about his past relationships. about his regrets and pain that he carried on heavy shoulders. Aelin told him about the car accident that ruined her life, about how her boyfriend at helped her onto her feet shortly after. 

One day she finally told him how he hated magic, and that she refrained from using it anymore because he was worried that there was no way to check her power. While he insisted he wasn’t anti-magic, he sure didn’t trust it. He was on the fence somewhere but Aelin couldn’t handle the way he seemed to shy away from it anytime she used it. She couldn’t handle the look on his face, so she had just stopped using it at all. 

That killed Rowan most of all, he thought. That the man truly has stifled everything bright and wild about her until she was whittled to nothing but a shell. 

Yet here she was with him, her flame melting his ice and she was smiling at him so brilliantly that it took his breath away. 

When the last patron left for the evening Rowan locked the door and moved to shut off the juke box but Aelin ran over to him with a hand on his chest. 

“Wait. I love this song,” she breathed, biting her lip as she began to sway to the slow music. It started out like some sort of ballet that she thought would fit the music, rising up on her toes and spinning in circles. 

Until Rowan caught her hand and twirled her until they were chest to chest, one of his hands on her hip and the other holding hers carefully. They were wordless while they swayed back and forth, Rowan resting his temple against hers after awhile. 

They danced like that until the song changed to a slower one and kept going, kept swaying and moving together. To be honest, He wasn’t sure how long they danced, he just knew at some point he turned his head ever so slightly so his nose was grazing hers. When she didn’t move away, didn’t balk at the gesture, he let his eyes fall shut so he could breathe her in, breathe the moment in. 

It wasn’t enough, they weren’t close enough until she slipped her arms around his waist, his running up and down her back. The moment was so intimate, swaying together to the quiet sounds of the jukebox with tension so palpable a knife couldn’t have sliced through the air. 

Rowan slowly turned his head, lips brushing along her cheek, down to the corner of her mouth where he placed the softest of kisses there. And then another, until she shifted her head and their lips brushed in a whisper of a kiss. 

“I can’t,” she said against his mouth, taking a step far enough back that it felt like miles between them. “I have to go.” And then she was unlocking the door and disappearing into the night, leaving Rowan with one hand still outstretched, his lips still forming the words that he didn’t want her to go. Words she wouldn’t ever hear. 

@starseternalnighttriumphant @musicmaam @city-of-fae @kandasboi @the-regal-warrior @empire-of-wildfire @tangledraysofsunshine  @lorcansalvaterree @hey-its-grey @sleeping-and-books @thephilosophyofblank @breezyfreezey @westofmoon @tonystarksbish @mariamuses @thereaderandfangirl @rosesandglass @xxhopelesspeachesxx  @flowerspringsea​ @the-bookloving-girl​ @but-she-was-aelin-galathynius​ @dreamcatchersimss​ @chemicha​ @vi0let-femmes​ @ttakeitbacknoww​   @bamchickawowow

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Music Tag 🎶

i was tagged by @flerkenkiddingme for this!! thank you so much for the tag 🖤💫

list 10 songs you've been listening to a lot lately, then tag 10 people you love.

Til the Light Goes Out- Lindsey Stirling

Watermelon Sugar- Harry Styles

Madness- Ruelle

Cocaine Jesus- Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Kintsugi- Gabrielle Aplin

Go F**k Yourself- Two Feet

Feels Right- Carly Rae Jepsen (feat. Electric Guest)

Jungle- Tash Sultana

Bad to You- Ariana Grande, Normani & Nicki Minaj

Kissing Other People- Lennon Stella

tagging @sometypeofbirthstone @acourtofbooksandmemes @im-not-rare-im-rarr @tonystarksbish @cabeswater-and-camaros @the-mithridatism-of-jude-duarte @velarhysismine @acourtofwingsandwyberns @barbaralillymichealharperjames @inej-carstaiiirs if you want to do this. as always, no pressure! 🖤💫

[highqueenofelfhame]

feel the fire, part three. (fin.)

Rowan hadn’t seen Aelin for two weeks and he was starting to think that he had majorly fucked up. He hadn’t meant to kiss her, either. But the moment… you couldn’t blame him, could you? The moment had been perfect with the quiet music floating from the jukebox. The were under the illumination of the edison bulbs that hung from the ceiling all over the bar to give it a soft, warm light. Not to mention how beautiful she had looked after letting their magic twist and play together. Aelin had practically been glowing.

Her friends, sans the boyfriend, had been in and out of the bar on the weekends and a handful of weeknights, but Aelin was never with them. Their explanation for it was usually kind of half-assed and felt like a lie but Rowan hadn’t been able to prove it.

Maybe he had been crazy, though, to think that she felt it, too. That she felt the undeniable pull toward him that he felt to her. It was like some sort of tether was pulling them together, like the universe wanted them to be together. Rowan didn’t believe in soulmates, but he knew this girl was his.

It was embarrassing, the way he was feeling. Maybe she just wasn’t interested, but that didn’t stop him from leaving Luca to deal with the bar for the night while he stayed up in his studio apartment above the bar. For several hours he’d been sitting at an easel, sketching and painting Aelin the way she had looked in the moments after she used her magic. It was impossible for him to get it out of his head, and he had sketched her three times before deciding that he had to paint her to get it exactly right.

He painted her warm, with her eyes blazing and hair like the flame she had let curl up his arm like a snake. He painted her with a sun halo because as far as he was concerned, she was a goddess and deserved to be seen as one.

Gods, she’d had such control over her power. Even after not using it for such a long time it had been easy for her. It had been warm, but a comfortable warm. Nowhere near burning him, and the arrow she had shot at his face had felt like a cool wind when it shot passed his ear. Most people with fire magic couldn’t do what she could. Most people with fire magic were scared of it, scared of the destruction. But Aelin had never looked so alive as she did when she played with him.

“Boss?” Rowan didn’t turn to look at Luca in the door. He kept his eyes pinned on the finished painting.

“Yeah?”

“There’s someone down there asking for you,” he said, and when Rowan turned to look at him, he was rubbing the back of his neck. Rowan sighed.

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing! I - nothing. She just walked straight up to the bar and asked for you.” At the mention of it being a woman, Rowan was downstairs in an instant, praying to whatever god might be listening that it be Aelin.

It was.

And holy gods was she radiant. Rowan had never been more accurate to compare her to something as he was when he called her the sun personified. Standing before him now, her hair had that unusual lustre under the lights that made it look like liquid gold. The golden core of her eyes seemed to jump and dance around her iris, making the turquoise of them all the brighter. Aelin was glowing from within and damn him if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I’d been seeing someone,” she started, taking a deep breath. “And he… my magic made him uncomfortable. Maybe nervous is the better word but uncomfortable all the same. So I stopped using it thinking that it made other people uncomfortable too and they’d just never had it in them to tell me. Like other people might think there need to be checks against people with magic like mine. But then… then you saw me use my fire. You saw me use my fire and you didn’t balk. You didn’t run the other way like it was too much for you. You smiled so hard at me like it was what you’d been waiting for the entire time I’ve known you.

“I left the other day because I needed to end things with him, and I did. But I also had to make sure I wasn’t just latching onto you because you pulled me out of this dark thing. And then I realized I was and couldn’t figure out what it meant. And then… I realized you still wanted me when I was mostly faded. Maybe you even wanted me when my magic was eating me from the inside out, I don’t know. But you pulled me out of darkness and despair. You lead me back into the light and I am in love with you.”

Around them, the bar had gone quiet. Like they were all waiting for Rowan to say something, do something. So he made his way around the bar and paused in front of her, his fingers grazing her cheekbones and threading through her remarkable hair.

“Is that okay?” She whispered, as if her loving him was anything short of a miracle.

“It’s perfect,” he murmured, and then he set her on fire once again with a searing kiss. Behind them, the bar erupted in cheers. Luca was whooping and flinging a towel over his head, someone ordered drinks for the entire pub. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was Aelin had restored herself, had started using her magic again and now she was shining brighter than he’d ever seen her.

“I love you,” he said, breathing the words into her soul and her bones so she couldn’t ever forget it. “I love you exactly the way you are, however it may be, to whatever end.” When she pulled back to look at him, her eyes were lined with silver as she, too, whispered against his mouth:

“To whatever end.”

@starseternalnighttriumphant @musicmaam @city-of-fae @kandasboi @the-regal-warrior @empire-of-wildfire @tangledraysofsunshine  @lorcansalvaterree @hey-its-grey @sleeping-and-books @thephilosophyofblank @breezyfreezey @westofmoon @tonystarksbish @mariamuses @thereaderandfangirl @rosesandglass @xxhopelesspeachesxx  @flowerspringsea​ @the-bookloving-girl​ @but-she-was-aelin-galathynius​ @dreamcatchersimss​ @chemicha​ @vi0let-femmes​ @ttakeitbacknoww​   @bamchickawowow

AND FIN! Rowan’s painting of Aelin is heavily heavily inspired by @zoyastormwitch‘s painting of Aelin that you can see here!!! and you should go check it out because holy SHIT is it fucking stunning. i told ashley this the other day but i can see rowan’s art being a similar style to hers so that’s just how i imagine him sketching and painting. so so unique and beautiful. 

This entire fic is inspired by the song Blue Ain’t Your Color by Keith Urban.

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

fic preferences meme

thanks so much for the tag @razanistrying !! 🖤💫

Rules: Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag some people at the end.

i was a baby for some of these, sorry 😂

slow burn or love at first sight

fake dating or secret dating

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

oh no there's only one bed or long-distance with correspondence

hurt/comfort or amnesia

fantasy au or modern au

mutual pining or domestic bliss

smut or fluff

canon compliant (missing scenes) or fix-it fic

alternative universe or future fic [oh i literally can't choose for this. it depends entirely on the source material. for acotar i definitely prefer au, but for tfota i looovvvee a good future fic especially pre-qon when everyone was guessing what would happen after that cliff hanger]

one shot or multi chapter [this depends entirely on my mood and also what it's about? i literally need more context for this one, i read both pretty equally]

kid fic or roadtrip fic

reincarnation or character death [wait who are we killing?]

arranged marriage or accidental marriage

high school romance or middle aged romance [preferably a bit older than high school because... well, smut. but also i don't think i've ever seen a fic where everyone is middle aged?]

time travel or isolated together

neighbours or roommates

sci fi au or magic au

bodyswap or genderbend

angst or crack

apocalyptic or mundane [depends on my mood/what it's about. i'd read both but only at the right time and for the right plot]

i'll tag @the-mithridatism-of-jude-duarte @velarhysismine @knifewifejude @acourtofwingsandwyberns @acourtofbooksandmemes @sometypeofbirthstone @tonystarksbish @im-not-rare-im-rarr and anyone else who wants to give it a go! 💜🌙