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Skate Park

a/n: hello everyone !! it’s currently 3:04 a.m. but i had this idea for a while and i just had to write it out. tbh this was planned to be a one shot but i think maybe it could be a 2-3 part kind of thing??? but if this flops, im going to pretend i never posted it

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“He’s not going to come.”

Gina just finished putting her beanie onto her curly hair as she looked over at EJ in the driver’s seat. “What are you talking about?” She knew exactly what he was talking about but chose to play dumb instead. EJ rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the guy who you’ve been not so secretly crushing on for the past couple of months. You know, the one who plays guitar and only wears Vans. Ringing any bells?”

Of course EJ knew about Gina’s love for Ricky, even if she didn’t quite realize it herself. After she moved in with his cousin Ashlyn, the two have become very close friends, which was a surprise to everyone. Ever since he’s learned from his past self that the world doesn’t revolve around him, EJ has become much more observant.

For instance, Seb and Carlos finally met each other’s families and are doing better than ever, Kourtney’s joined choir and preparing to take on Stephanie for class president and lastly, Ricky and Nini’s relationship which seems to be falling apart by the seams.

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play me a song, your newest one (please leave your taste on my tongue)

Chapter Two

“Well?” Ashlyn goes inside Gina’s room and raises an eyebrow.

“I was…”

“He was just leaving.” Gina chimes in, her voice is shaky.

Ricky looks at her with confusion in his eyes but quickly gets the hint. He doesn’t want to cause trouble for Gina. He knows she’ll get questioned by Ashlyn and curses under his breath. Ashlyn’s eyes bore into him and he looks away.

“Yeah, I was just…leaving.”

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Insert excitingly dancing emoji...

Rina being adorable in public in front of the squad and just everyone always assumed gina would be the flirty one but actually it’s ricky and gina just keeps blushing and giggling and also if you pretty please could make them see her happy dance everyone would know in the squad that she is baby and protect her please i love you and i know that was a lot and i’m sorry you don’t have to do all that i just want some cute Rina any-who i hope you a lovely day week month year century life :3 love you

a/n: sorry this took so long anon! hope you enjoy it!!! 

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"Hey Peanut." The unexpected sound of Ricky's voice made Gina turn around her heel, away from her conversation with Kourtney and Carlos, a faint blush on her cheeks. He was leaning on the doorframe of the drama room, a wide grin on his face as she walked over to him. 

Gina looked at him, rolling her eyes as she quickly kissed his cheek. "I told you that I don't like nicknames." She mumbled as he hugged her, the smell of his cologne enveloping her body. 

Ricky laughed quietly at her response, before kissing her lips. "Technically Gina is a nickname too, Miss Regina Porter." He said against her lips and she rolled her eyes at him again. 

"It's two letters less of my full name. How is that a nickname?" He pulled away for a moment, his hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans as he smirked at her. "Still counts." 

"Hate to break this adorableness up, but we have a dance number to rehearse in case you forgot Gina." Carlos' amused voice made the couple break apart with deep blushes. 

Ricky removed his hands from Gina's back pockets before wiping them on the front of his jeans. Gina kissed his cheek quickly before running over to the others, her curls flying in her ponytail as Kourtney nudged her shoulder with a smirk. 

“Shut up.” Gina mumbled, her blush reaching up to her ears. The music began, and as Carlos lead them through the choreography, her focus turned to that, instead of the warm fuzzy feeling she felt every time Ricky’s gaze landed on her. 

                                 TIMESKIP: A MONTH LATER 

"You've got this." Ricky whispered into Gina's ear as his girlfriend stood in front of him, panic on her face as she tried to remember her lines. "What if I forget my lines? What if I trip over Carlos during the choreography? What if-" 

"No. None of that." Ricky mumbled, hugging her. Gina looked up at him, a weary smile on her face. "You've got this Peanut. You've been working hard on this for the last 6 months. You're going to wow the crowd, and that advisor from Berklee." 

Gina nodded, still looking nervous for a moment, before standing up on her tiptoes and pressing a lipstick stained kiss on Ricky's cheek. "Thanks babe for the pep talk. I'll see you after the show." 

He smiled at her as she walked away. Ricky ran a hand through his curls as he walked out of the backstage area, and into the audience, before sitting beside his dad, Gina’s mom, and Miss Jenn who smiled at him. 

“How is she?” Gina’s mom asked nervously, knowing how anxious her daughter had been earlier. Ricky gently placed his hand on top of hers, before responding. “She’s ok. She just needed a pep talk.”

Ms Porter sighed in relief, smiling at Ricky sliding her hand out of his as she turned back to the stage. Ricky, his dad and Miss Jenn followed suit. 

The curtains rose, and everyone held their breaths as Gina and several of the other cast members came out on stage, dressed in cheerleader costumes, several of the dancers beginning to do choreography as Gina sang. 

“I was in the stands

Rooting for our team

When I saw the Buccaneers cheer for the first time

Standing on their hands

Every move extreme

I looked around—

Do these people see what I see?”

Carlos joined her, and they fed off of each other as they sang together. Ricky smiled as Gina flipped her curls over her shoulder as she belted. 

“These Truman girls were superhuman girls

And when they started to fly, I knew

That I would find a way to be up there one day

'Cause in that moment I finally knew what I was born to do.” 

Ricky chuckled at the obvious excitement on Gina’s face as she danced with Carlos and the other dancers. She looked happy, way more confident than she did 15 minutes before when she’d been panicking. The choreography they did was stunning, and Ricky could see how hard everyone had worked. Watching the show, and the others performing sent a warm feeling through Ricky’s body as he laughed at the jokes, and hummed along to the songs. 

Eventually the show was over, and as the cast did a final bow, Ricky could see the tear tracks in everyone’s stage makeup as they thanked the audience, and the sound and lighting crew. Ricky stood up, clapping and cheering, which cause other audience members to do the same. Applause broke out, and Ricky could see the bright blush on Gina’s face as she smiled at him. 

A few more minutes passed as everyone began to leave and chat, and Ricky was brought out of his thoughts as Gina came running towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she hugged him. "I did it!" She said excitedly, and he hugged her back tightly before whispering in her ear. "I know. I'm proud of you Gi." 

Gina laughed, and he spun her around, earning a loud squeal of laughter from her. Carlos and EJ came walking towards them, smirks on both of their faces as Ricky let Gina stand. "Nice job Porter." EJ said, and Gina turned around to smile at him. 

Carlos hugged her quickly, a wide smile on his face. "I knew you were going to kill it out there!" Gina blushed, fiddling with the skirt of her cheerleading costume. Ricky wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her forehead as she blushed even more.

“Thanks guys.” She mumbled, a wide smile on her face. She looked at all three of them for a moment, before removing Ricky’s arm from her waist, and shimmying her shoulders as she spun around. “What the?” EJ asked with a laugh and Gina blushed even more. 

“Shut up.” She said. Ricky hugging her again. He was proud of her, and everyone else was too. 

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Holy crap this is amazing

heres my contribution to the hsmtmts fandom, enjoy and please discuss

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Can you do 66 (prompt thing) for Elriel? I don’t know if you do a lot of Elriel but they’re my babies so sorry not sorry

First time doing Elriel, I hope you like it.

*****

Azriel prized himself on his restraint, but sometimes, he found himself tested mercilessly.

This was one of those times.

He sat with Elain in front of the hearth, allowing her to lean into him as he pretended to watch the fire. She was curled up, her head on his shoulder and feet tucked to the side. The couch had plenty of room for the both of them but she still chose his side. It did funny things to his pulse.

Azriel found his hand on her shoulder teasing the copper ends of her hair. Outside, rain pounded hard against the roof. “What are you reading?” he murmured.

She glanced up at him in surprise, as if having forgotten he was there. “Oh, Nesta bought me this book on botany for my studies.”

“Ah.” He absently wound a curl around his finger. “Are you enjoying it?”

“I suppose. I like everything more with you right next to me,” she said, then blushed. “Oh, that was terribly forward of me. I’m so—”

“Don’t apologize.” He found a grin tugging mercilessly at his mouth. Then, he blurted, “You’re even more beautiful when you blush.”

She looked up at him, her rosebud lips parted.

Azriel’s instantly dropped to them. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about kissing Elain. Hadn’t thought about doing other things to her late at night. But he always held back, always found reason not to.

Now, though, he couldn’t think of a good one.

Elain’s lashes lowered as she stared at his mouth too, that beautiful blush spreading across her bosom. “Az, I…”

He dipped his head, hair sliding across his brow. She was biting her lip now and that did terrible things to his thoughts. “You what?”

Her gaze flashed to his, then back down. She closed the book, turning to him fully. “Azriel.”

Seeing her mouth form his name snapped whatever tether he had on himself. He closed the last few inches between them and kissed her.

She gasped softly, innocently, but her tongue in his mouth was anything but. She slid into his lap without breaking the kiss, lips teasing his so sinfully.

She pulled away and Azriel’s brows rose at the delighted look on her face.

Elain had her hand right on his crotch, her grin breathtaking. “Well, I’ve learned quite a lot.”

He had no idea what she was talking about. He couldn’t breathe. The distance between them was too much. “What have you learned?” If she started talking about flowers again—

She palmed his crotch in a way that had his head falling back, a groan dragged from his throat. “I’ve learned that my feelings are well returned, and—” Another squeeze.

He whimpered.

“—wingspan correlations are not entirely incorrect.”

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Flour Fight

This is my secret santa present for @justasimplereader !! I hope you enjoy! I was going to edit this more but I didn’t have time, so I’m so so sorry if there are any little mistakes!❤︎

Elain was overwhelmed with work as her eyes scanned the page in the cookbook that lay in front of her. Flour coated her arms up to her elbows, and she could feel some on her face, but she didn’t have time to wipe it away. She had to get these cookies done as soon as possible.

Tonight was the inner circle’s annual Christmas dinner, and Elain had jumped at the opportunity to bake. Unfortunately, she had spent the entire day procrastinating, and now only had two hours before the guests arrived.

Azriel had returned from training an hour earlier, and was now upstairs showering and getting ready for the night. Elain tried not to think about how much time it would take to rinse off all of the flour, clean up the mess of a kitchen, set the dining room table…

She released a heavy sigh and slumped forward, resting her elbows against the marble countertop in front of her. She loved baking, but today, it seemed to be draining her.

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plagued dreams

a/n: i edited plagued dreams and tiny parts of the story were altered. 

featuring: nessian as friends with benefits, nightmares, angst, fluff, inner circle as nessian fans, a tiny bit of smut

word count: 2.6k

Cassian and I were in a complicated relationship. We’re adults who have needs and wants that needed to be satisfied. 

I heard a knocking pattern on my door. Two quick knocks, a pause, then another two. 

“Come in.” I stood from my bed and walked towards the winged Illyrian.

Cassian’s hazel eyes were glazed with lust. His hair was in a perfect bun. Heat pooled at the pit of my stomach as I thought of the times I tugged on his hair while he was between my thighs. A smirk was plastered on his face as a small smile bloomed into mine. His eyes traced my soft curves, my body clad in a thin nightgown that left nothing much to the imagination.

With no words exchanged, our lips connected. My fingers were buried deep in his hair, tugging at his dark strands. Tongues clashed and hands wandered. As we made our way to the bed, clothes were thrown to the floor, leaving us bare against each other.

Screams of pleasure echoed between the walls of my townhouse. Hours passed by as we hit our climaxes several times, leaving us heaving next to each other.

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Friends with Benefits - Nessian Smut

Hi! Part 5 of Bad Boys of Persia is coming this week, but it’s not done yet, so here’s a little Nessian I wrote a while back. It takes heavily from the movie Friends with Benefits. Enjoy!

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“Are you serious?”

Nesta nodded. 

“I think they’re so stupid,” he protested, burying his head into her stomach again.

Nesta smacked the top of his head. “Romantic comedies are not stupid, Cassian. You just don’t have a romantic bone in your body.”

She was sitting on her couch, her best friend’s massive body taking up most of the space. He hadn’t said a word when he walked in her apartment uninvited, flopping down and wrapping his arms around her waist, putting his head on her stomach.

He hadn’t even complained when she’d put on Sex and the City. 

“I have romantic bones. I’d be happy to show you my romantic bones,” his voice rumbled around her as his hands slid up her sides slowly.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re about to make me miss my favorite part,” she shushed him. 

Nesta could feel him roll his eyes, but he didn’t say anything as the climax of the movie played out. 

“I cannot believe people pay to watch these things,” he says as the credits roll by. She flicked his head. “They’re so unrealistic.”

“Of course they are.”

Cassian peaked his head up from her sweater. “Are you saying you don’t believe in true love?” He asked dramatically, making little kiss noises.

“I believe in love, but not for me. It’s not realistic to believe someone could put up with me for an entire lifetime,” she laughed. 

“Oh, monogamy definitely doesn’t exist. I don’t know why people convince themselves of that one.” 

Nesta put on ESPN and he grunted his approval as people started tackling each other. 

“God, I miss sex,” Nesta exclaimed suddenly. “Fuck monogamy. Fuck relationships. I haven’t had sex in forever.”

“I miss sports,” Cassian said, making Nesta wrinkle her brows. “Sex is a sport, Nesta,” he said, sensing her confusion. 

“That’s ridiculous,” she laughed. “It’s not a sport.”

His hands pinched her sides. “Then you’re not doing it right, baby.” She laughed. “But seriously. Why isn’t it like a sport? It should be that simple. Two people getting together for an hour or two and… working out.”

She spewed her water all over him.

Cassian cackled, then groaned at his now-drenched state. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’s supposed to get wet when I say sexy stuff,” he laughed, then hopped up and peeled his shirt off. 

“Want a beer?”

“How generous,” she muttered back, taking in the long lines of his shoulders, the heavy muscles in his back, as he walked into her kitchen. 

“Hey, Cass,” she called out, laughing as he complained about her lack of food. “Let’s work out sometime.”

His head poked from around the corner. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Nesta smiled and accepted a beer from him. “I’m serious. Why not? You’re single. I’m single. Let’s get together for an hour or two and… work out.” She waggled her eyebrows as she took a long pull from her beer.

“What?”

“Cassian, I know you’re pretty, but I didn’t expect you to be this dense. Let’s have sex.”

He shook his head, laughing at her. “Nesta, love. I like you way too much to fuck you.”

Her eyes drifted shut slowly. “There are so many things wrong with that sentence.”

Cass looked like he was confused. “I’m serious.”

“But so am I.” She got to her feet. “No relationship. No expectations. No way to fuck up our friendship.”

“Just sex?”

“Just sex,” she confirmed. 

His eyes narrowed. “Do you even find me attractive? You insult me all the time.”

“Of course I do,” she scoffed, motioning to his shirtless frame. “You’re ridiculously attractive. You have no manners, but you’re pretty nice to look at.” He laughed. “And me?”

“What about you, Nes?”

“Do you find me attractive enough to have sex with me?”

He paused to consider. “Well, you have tits, and you’re breathing, so it’s a yes from me.”

Nesta let out a surprised laugh. “Then it’s settled. We’ll be friends with benefits. Awesome.” Honestly, any solution that got her laid sounded awesome to her. 

“So… we just start? Now?” He looked around.

“Are you in the mood?” she asked.

He grinned like she’d just said the most adorable thing. “I’m always in the mood.”

“Maybe we should make some ground rules,” she suggested. He shrugged, so she continued with the first thing she could think of. “Don’t touch or even look at my feet. I don’t like my toes. Intimacy issues.” 

He burst out laughing, but said, “Don’t touch my butt. Ever. Daddy issues.”

“But it’s so cute-”

He glared at her.

“Don’t be afraid to be rough with me. I can take it.”

Cassian looked her up and down. “We’ll see. Don’t be afraid to be vocal–tell me if you don’t like something, although I doubt that’ll be the case. 

“Oh, and Nesta. Don’t ever, ever make an orgasm with me. If I have to work for it, I have to work for it. I like a challenge.” He gives her a male smile.

“Should we shake on it or something?” 

Cassian shook his head, curly locks muffling. “Or we could consummate it,” he murmured, sliding a hand around her waist to grab her ass. “Now good for you?”

“Now’s good for me,” she said softly, smiling as his lips crashed onto hers.

His tongue swept into her mouth, his other hand coming to where his other still was as he lifted her up. Nesta marveled at how strong he was, how natural it felt to wrap herself around him.

He started to set her down on the couch, but Nesta protested and said, “Bedroom.”

Cassian rolled his eyes, muttering about how ridiculous chicks were, but carried her into her bedroom anyway. He set her down on top of her dresser long enough to peel off her shirt.

The feeling of his skin on hers drove her wild, but there was something missing-

“Cass,” she all but panted. “Kiss my neck.”

He obliged, the feeling of his mouth sending out every thought in her head. “Take your bra off,” he growled, hands gripping her hips roughly. 

She reached behind her and threw it on the floor, then took one of his hands and led it to her chest. 

She wrapped her legs around him again and he picked her up, then threw her on the bed. Prowling over her, he pressed searing kisses all over her legs, then sucked on her hip bone, making her gasp. 

“Lift your hips,” he murmured. She did, then her underwear was gone. She couldn’t believe she was completely naked in front of Cassian–her oldest friend–and didn’t care at all. 

Especially not as he dropped his mouth to her.

“Fuck,” she groaned, hands slipping into his hair.

He pulled back far enough to mutter, “Pull my hair, baby.”

Nesta tugged on the strands and he groaned against her, then slipped a finger up her thigh and inside her. 

“Cassian,” she moaned, wrapping her leg around his shoulder. “Right- go to the right-”

He gripped her hips and followed the direction, and soon her back was arching off the bed and her moans were getting louder. 

He ran his tongue up her entire center and she groaned loudly, coming undone. 

He peaked his head up, then pressed a rough kiss to her lips. She could taste herself on his lips, and that fast–that quickly–she was ready for him.

He seemed to sense it, and abruptly turned over, pulling her on top of him.  His arms were bands of steel around her waist, lifting her up and setting her on him. Both of them groaned as he filled her, and he murmured curses as she began to move.

“Go,” he breathed, “in a circle.” His hands were on her hips, guiding them in the direction he wanted. Her clit brushed against him with every rotation, and Nesta felt herself losing her mind.

“Pull my hair,” she groaned, and he did, taking advantage as soon as her neck was exposed. He pressed kisses to the base of her throat, biting the soft spot where it met her shoulder. 

Nesta saw stars, falling over the edge. She could tell he was close, but it seemed he wasn’t done with her yet.

His arms grabbed her waist and he hauled her up. Before she could register what was happening, her back smacked against the wall roughly. He was still inside of her, and he roughly slammed into her, making her groan.

“Kiss my neck,” he almost growled at her. 

Nesta did as she was told, kissing her way up his neck till she got to his ear, then roughly bit down on the shell. He groaned, his movements getting slightly sloppy, as they both came closer and closer. 

“Nesta,” he panted, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. 

She leaned forward and bit his bottom lip suddenly. He buried his head in her neck, groaning loudly as he came inside of her, both of them falling over the edge together. 

He stood supporting her for a few minutes before letting her fall down his body slowly. 

“That was…” she panted.

He nodded, moving to sit on the edge of her bed. “Yeah.” He ran a finger over his lips like he could still taste her. 

Nesta leaned against the wall. “Well, that’s one way to work out.”

He laughed, then leaned back and murmured, “Come here, baby.”

She came forward and sat on his lap, straddling his waist. “I think you’re my new favorite friend,” she said softly.

“I don’t know about you, but these,” he pressed a single kiss to each of her breasts, “these are my new besties.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she laughed.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

She hand’t felt so good, so content in a while. So she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, trying to memorize everything about this moment. 

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Omg yes to these smutty prompts : Nessian C12 !!

Prompt: Discovering a partner writes smutty fanfiction and reads it together/to each other

I changed this a weeee bit and it’s more fluffy than smutty :P Thanks @zoyastormwitch for helping me decide which ship was being written about.

*****

Nesta woke up with a crick in her neck and blinking at the world, wondering what time it was or hell, even what day it was. The light outside her window could have been dawn or dusk, and she hated the disequilibrium that came with not knowing. 

Frantically, she checked for her laptop, hoping it hadn’t fallen to the floor when she fell asleep. Instead, she found a blanket over her lap. Since Cassian was still wearing the suit he left the house in, Nesta assumed that the light was indeed dusk, and that she had taken a nap. 

Cassian sat in the chair nearest the fire, leaving her with the couch. His face was illuminated by the blue light of a computer, and there was a barely concealed grin on his face as he mouthed the words he was reading silently.

“I picked it up for you,” he said, answering her question. “You’re welcome.” He kept his face trained on the computer screen in front of him.

Nesta’s heart dropped. “What are you doing?” She sat up so quickly that her head spun, and tried to grab the computer from him. She recognized the deep purple cover, her only concession to fashion in a job where professionalism was paramount.

She lost her balance enough so that Cassian evaded her grasp and he stood, keeping his face trained on the computer screen. 

“‘His cock was hard and waiting for her, and she was nearly panting at the thought of it inside of her,’“ he read. 

Nesta felt herself turning red, something she didn’t know she was capable of. She reached out again, Cassian’s fully-awake dexterity too much for her to overcome. 

“Give me that,” Nesta ground out. “Now.” 

Cassian spun too quickly, putting the chair between the two of them.

Nesta picked up a throw pillow. Anything, anything would be better than letting him finish what he had begun to read. 

“’And she’d never felt so alive’?” Cassian grinned. “I’ll take the compliment.” 

Nesta’s nostrils flared and she fisted her hands on her hips. “It’s not about you.”

“What bits are then?” Cassian twirled in an effort to dodge her as she rounded the chair. “Because some of this sounds awfully familiar… What about this bit about what I - sorry, I mean what James Potter - does with his tongue? Those seem like my moves.” 

“You wish,” Nesta shot out. 

Cassian closed the laptop and set it on the coffee table. “Is that a challenge?” 

Nesta tilted her head. “Are you hoping to make more appearances in my fiction?”

“Are you admitting you’re Lily in this scenario?”

Nesta turned and headed towards the bedroom. “Say another word, and this isn’t happening.”

Cassian hurried behind her, grabbing the laptop on his way.

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Nessian kiss 52 + 53??❤️

I hope this is what you were looking for. Enjoy <3

*****

Feyre frowned at the lack of letters on the kitchen table. “Cassian didn’t write this week?”

From his chair, her mate glanced up eyeing the table too. “I suppose not.”

“That’s odd. He’s usually so diligent about those things.”

Rhys rubbed his jaw, brow furrowing. “He’s blocked me out of his mind too.”

A creeping feeling went up Feyre’s spine. “I should check on them. Make sure they haven’t killed each other.”

He considered for a long moment, that furrow in his brow deepening. “I have to finish these reports.”

“That’s fine. I’ll go on my own.” She was already reaching for her jacket. Leaning down, she gave Rhys a swift kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

At least, that’s what they both hoped.

Feyre winnowed outside the camp house, pulling her coat tighter around her shoulders. She ascended the steps to the porch and knocked twice on the door.

No answer.

She knocked again.

Nothing.

“Cassian? Nesta?” She tried the handle, breathing out a sigh when she found it unlocked.

The living room was a mess. The couch overturned, a plate of half-eaten food shattered on the floor. There were ripped clothes strewn about the place, a few paintings torn from the walls.

Heart hammering, Feyre sent the image to Rhys. This looks pretty bad.

Her mate was almost instantly beside her as they examined the rubble. “There’s no blood,” he whispered, trembling slightly.

Feyre didn’t know if that was good or bad.

From upstairs, there was a loud crash, followed by the unmistakable sound of her sister cursing.

She and Rhys exchanged a look before bounding up the stairs, weapons like miracles in both their hands.

They burst through the door and stopped.

Cassian and Nesta didn’t even notice them.

No, they were a bit busy.

Both of them bare chested, Cassian pushed Nesta against the wall, his hand diving into her pants as they kissed. He growled, “I hate you.”

Nesta gripped his face mercilessly, kissing him hard on the mouth.

Feyre didn’t realize she was staring until Rhys grabbed her hand and winnowed them away.

At home, they took one look at each other and exploded into laughter.

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#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #throneofglass #feyre #feyrearcheron #feysand #rhysand #azriel #cassian #springcourt #nightcourt #innercircle #morrigan #mor #amren #tamlin #tarquin #elainarcheron #nestaarcheron #elain #nesta #lucien #autumncourt #nessian #elriel

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#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #throneofglass #feyre #feyrearcheron #feysand #rhysand #azriel #cassian #springcourt #nightcourt #innercircle #morrigan #mor #amren #tamlin #tarquin #elainarcheron #nestaarcheron #elain #nesta #lucien #autumncourt #nessian #elriel

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ACOTAR Feysand Baby Girl Headcanons

Number 2 baby!

When baby girl came along, nobody was surprised. Feyre has the worse morning sickness. And everybody could hear it in the morning. ( or smelled it ) And Cassian and Nesta were so happy to know they were godparents. But to be honest. Everyone was.

But when baby girl was finally born, Rhysand would never let go. He would hold her all day, every day. And when she grew into her child years, he would hog her until Feyre had a very persuasive talk about letting her spend time with her. But he would still teach her how to create shields and read and write and speak and everything else he knew how to do. He would do anything she wanted as long as she looked at him with those beautiful violet eyes with her lips pouted and comforted her when she cried about not having wings.

Feyre loved her daughter to no end. She would attempt to teach her how to paint as she did with her brother, but failed as baby girl would just make a mess. She would teach her archery, until her aim was better than hers, she would bring her eating at different restaurants and went travelling with her little girl. And eventually taught her how to shift and master her gifts when she started to show signs of having Feyre’s powers.

Mor would of course bring her shopping. Teach her how to do her hair and her makeup and how to dress... but baby girl was a natural beauty, looking best bare faced and with a sword in her hands. So they would Gossip and talk crap about everyone else jokingly, as they shared secrets about the others.

Baby girl loves Cassian. He was the ultimate uncle. They would train and train until Cassian couldn’t take it anymore, then head to the kitchen to eat everything out of the fridge. They would get into trouble when she was younger, sneaking into her parents bedroom to find whatever old pictures they had and when she was of age... 🍷 wine. Oh how she loved wine and oh how she loved drinking it with Cassian.

Azriel was a little awkward at first. Scared to hurt her when he carried her. He would let her play with his shadows and put on little shows for her. He would fly with her on his back and watch the sunset together when she was sad.

Amren and baby girl had a weird connection. In baby girl’s older years, they would sit on the couch and drink wine together talking with their eyes. No words spoken but fully loaded conversations. Baby girl also loved Amren’s hair, and scared her parents so much when she walked out with shoulder length hair one day at breakfast.

Elain taught her how to garden. And they had picnics in the garden every weekend. So no one said anything when she always has a different flower when she was wearing her leathers at training.

Nesta and baby girl got together surprisingly well. Baby girl did her hair and they read in silent together every other day. They would converse about books at breakfast as everyone else was confused, and they had crazy amounts of fun when they learned and language none of the othersknew, talking as the others thought they were being talked about.

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ACOTAR Feysand Baby Boy Headcanons.

They have 2 kids, a girl and a boy.

This one is about: Baby Boy

They boy is about 13 years older, not by a lot and I incredibly overprotective of his little sister.

When baby boy was born, Elain and Mor were Godmothers and spoiled him to bits.

Nesta pretended she didn’t care, but let’s be honest... she was jealous.

Baby boy of course had wings, and started to fly at the early age of 4. Even though Feyre didn’t approve. But, she eventually agreed if it was Azriel who trained him.

Feyre would teach him to paint, and he was a born natural. Sure, he was covered in paint and colors for the first few years, but he eventually started drawing really well. Especially people. So he would paint everyone in the inner circle and Amren pretended to take it emotionlessly but didn’t even hide hers as in was right above her bed.

Rhys taught him how to read and write and use daemati skills like he did with Feyre. But without the whole ‘Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord’ and all that stuff. And of course, he smiled so incredibly broadly when he said his first word. “Pa-pa”

Mor was the one he would talk to when he faught with his parents. He would just knock in her door and she let him in, opening her arms wide as she laid on the bed waiting for a cuddle. And so of course, she was the first one she told when he admitted males were more his type.

Cassian lives teaching him how to fight. And he taught him until baby boy was eventually better then himself. And after every session, they would both fall asleep on the roof until it was time for dinner.

Azriel, of course taught him how to fly. And baby boy would groan and moan at the failure since he only first flew when he was 12(considered late). But Azriel pushed him, eventually leading to baby boy jumping up and down and thanking him when he first took flight.

Amren loves baby boy, no matter how much she denied it, everyone could tell. That smile on her face as she watched him play was so right that Rys screamed when he first saw it. They would go flying together when he grew older, just them two with peaceful silence and she would pout. POUT. When he left for whoever he went.

Elain taught him how to cook. After she explored the kitchen back in Velaris after the war. She would bake him all kinds of treats when he was younger, then one day when he was 28, he asked her to teach him. She they would spend days in the kitchen making cookies and cakes and his personal favourite: pie.

Nesta wasn’t sure what to do with baby boy. She would watch him from a distance as he played with the others. Until one day she was surprised by little hands wrapped around her leg when she was reading. After that day, she would read to him on the roof as he fell asleep beside her, and when he grew older, they would write poems and stories together until their hands started to hurt.

And when he became of age, he would inherit the name of High Lord of the Night Court. But instead of his future husband to be, he decided to rule beside his sister, as they became the most powerful duo in history.