Thanida

Me:

“Glad to see you woke up ready to play, Nesta.”

Azriel:

Books: Could kill you in seconds

The Fandom:

Probably nothing new, but he's a big teaser. He likes to get on your nerves, which makes you annoyed but you can’t hate him because you love him too much.

That's what drives your relationship with him forward. There are not as many rigid silences between conversations. And he makes you feel comfortable with him.

Of course, this is not always the case. It's Fenrys we're talking about. Who knows what he has in his mind when he smiles a cat-like smile, exposing his fangs and purrs.

Which is really weird because he's a wolf doggo. Maybe he grew up among cats. But we must not forget that he is a fae.

That way you blush and suddenly become super shy when he teases you in a flirtatious way. Makes him want to find out how long you can keep the intense eye contact before you break it because you can’t handle it.

He makes you want him even more. Or should I say craving of him so much that you finally grab his face to give him a proper kiss because he is not still and his lips do not come close to your mouth but your cheek and neck?

But once his lips have found yours, he is in no hurry to taste them. He takes his time and is always soft and gentle until your body asks for more.

He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair.

You should feel special because he doesn’t let anyone touch it.

I suspect that it's just because he don’t want to reveal his hair care routine secrets because it feels so silky smooth and soft when you play with it.

Braids. Fenrys sometimes has small braids left in the hair that you have braided. They usually hang on the side among his golden curls.

He likes them, so he leaves them untouched.

Something that is unfair is that he looks hot in his morning look. Curly hair should be chaos to wake up to, but his hair does not look as awful as yours does every morning.

He actually looks cute too, and not like a bird's nest.

It does not matter if you are a badass in personality. He see you as his precious little Moonshine who needs to be protected at all costs.

Yes, he calls you Moonshine.

This is because you always curl up next to him wherever he sits in the same way he curls up to a white and fluffy furball next to you when he’s in his wolf shape. You use him as a pillow or backrest, and he’s totally fine with that.

Fenrys loves cuddles. He uses all sorts of excuses to hold you in his arms because he can’t keep his hands away from you.

“I think my nose hurts. You accidentally booped it too hard yesterday. Lets cuddle”

He can loosen the grip to let you find a comfortable position but as soon as you complain that it gets too hot, the grip on you will be tighter and you will not be able to escape.

So yes, he can be clingy.

Because Amren is so short, Varian uses her as an armrest. She usually elbows him in the ribs and mumbles "You deserve it" when he howls in pain.

Varian thinks she is cute walking around in his shirt that reaches her to her knees. He doesn’t care if all his shirts suddenly disappear from the closet.

He places things she uses daily on the top shelves so she has to ask for help to reach

Of course, it was Cassian who suggested it to Varian if she didn’t give him enough attention.

Who would not think that an Amren in his shirt, standing on her tippy toe, jumping up and down and climbing up on furniture looks funny?

He's always there and catches her if she falls.

Varian wouldn’t speed up their relationship. He would mostly let Amren tell her when she's ready to take it to another level.

Unaware, he will still give her mixed signals. She will continue to wonder if he wants her or not.

(During your time of the month)

Dorian has never handled such situations. He had seen Lorcan be busy with Elide those days of the month, seen him go in and out of the guest room they shared. It was not that he avoided being involved in any way. No one had asked him for help.

When he sees you curled up in a small bun among all the sheets and pillows, he tries to remember what Lorcan had taken from the royal kitchen.

Rags and chocolate. He assumed that the rags were for the blood. What else would they be useful for?

You grab the pillow and bury your nails deep in it as the cramps continue to come.

It doesn’t hurt as much as you want it to look. There was nothing you haven’t dealt with before. You think he looks so cute when you can see his compassion, his big puppy eyes that look at you anxiously.

Dorian asks you if you want him to massage your stomach. That was all he could think of when he had already put chocolate and worn strips of cloth on the bedside table. You don’t know how it will help you to get rid of the cramps, but you just nod in response.

He himself has no idea what he is doing.

He places his hand on your stomach and begins to make circles with his thumb. You can see he was focused, it’s so ridiculous that you need to bite your jaws to hold back a smile.

But his hand is warm and you like his touch. So you let him massage it.

Slow round circles, he hadn’t dared to push hard because you were already in pain and he doesn’t want to make it worse.

You grimace when you are about to burst out laughing when he asks you if it feels better.

The fandom:

Nesta: Hazel, with warm rings of caramel brown that looks like copper in the sun.

Feyre:

“So shy”

You avoided his gaze and stared at his shirt, which fortunately did not have the ability to stare back. You were happy about that. It was hard to meet his eyes, and that stare he makes for far too long. You get nervous.

He took a step closer and lifted your chin.

Just as you expected, it was not exactly something new when your heart skipped a beat. You got surprised every time you looked at his face. Fenrys was beautiful, it was the only right way to describe him.

Beautiful.

You were quiet, as usual. Your gaze stopped at his mouth, and the two twin scars that stopped at his jaw.

Still just as beautiful.

He understood what you were thinking. His warm hand moved to your cheek and he stroked your thumb over your soft, dry lips. Fenrys understood exactly what you wanted.

He bit his lip.

Imagine how Mor looks at you, how her pupils immediately enlarge and how they sparkle. That's how she looked at you when you first met. You can still see the sparkling lust sometimes and how she blushes when those thoughts slip by.

She would proudly call you mate in front of everyone, she wouldn’t care about the judgmental looks because of her sexuality. She would give them something to look at as she tastes your lips. Not a kiss. Taste.

You would be the badass power couples in matching outfits. I don’t know who will be the most show off, Mor or Rhysand. Both like to let their partner radiate in every way.

Like Rhys, she would not let anyone get away with insulting you. She would break bones and spill blood with her bare hands if the words were not enough. You will always have her by your side, protecting and defending you.

She's the type of mate who would spoil you with gifts. But also with time, attention and kisses.

Mor never stops reminding you that she loves you. She would choose your happiness before her own and you will always be busy spending time with her.

She takes you out on dates in the best bars. Dancing with you under the starry sky and taking long walks.

She would also take you to the cabin to have her own time with you without a Cassian nearby flirting with her mate for fun.

Somehow, Rhysand's wine storehouse continues to be robbed, two bottles at a time.

You are usually in the cabin if not in her apartment. Mostly to avoid Cassian who is constantly flirting with you because he thinks it's funny when Morrigan finally kicks him out of The house of wind.

In the cabin far away from Cassian, Rhys has fixed a larger bathtub. You bathe often and for a long time. Drinks wine and talks about everything.

Sometimes Morrigan finds it very difficult to keep his hands away from you. Her touch tickles as she caresses your skin. She always laughs at your goosebumps.

Gavriel smiled at him. "Close the gate, Aedion," was all his father said. And then Gavriel stepped beyond the gates. That golden shield spreading thin.

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