Throne of Glass/ACOMAF

Summary: Nearly a year has passed since Aelin and Rowan destroyed the forces of Maeve and Erawan. Terrasen is rebuilding, Aelin is healing, and the world is finally at peace. Rowan conspires with Lysandra to give his mate a rest from her Queenly duties.

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Summary: Nesta and Cassian invite Azriel to join them in bed, and Nesta finally gets what she’s been dreaming of all year.

** Contains ultra-minor ACOSF spoilers

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Have some shameless smut to go with your quarantine. Enjoy!

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The only time Bryce had ever smelt worse than this was when she died – literally. Her day had been long, and tiresome, and the two hour run through the healed Crescent City had left her festering in her own sweat. She also had to run stranger routes than usual in an effort to avoid tourists snapping pictures of her. She didn’t mind a nice candid, but huffing with sweat pouring down her red face wasn’t really something she wanted to be immortalised in a photo. She was surprising yearnful for the first days after the portal closed; the city had never been so quiet.

She was welcomed at her door by Syrinx nipping at her feet, demanding food. She tsked at her little friend, knowing damn well Hunt would have fed her the moment he came home. Hunt – the man she had said those three words to and hadn’t even been able to bed. By the sounds coming from his room, she knew he was in the shower. It was the earliest he’d gotten home in days. She kicked off her shoes and went to his bedroom, opening his bathroom door slightly to announce her return.

“I’m home,” she said through the sliver of door.  

“How was your day?” he said, voice raised so she could hear him.

“Long. You?”

He sighed. “A veritable shit show. I’m glad to be home.”

She heard the unspoken words, didn’t need to hear it aloud to feel the truth – I’m glad I’m home with you.

She was tempted to open the door further and take a peek at him, but she resisted. For now. She put her back to the wall, her chest heaving as she breathed.

She wanted to jump him. Since her Drop, all they’d been able to do was touch each other quickly and reverently under blankets and over clothes. There was always something getting in the way, and she needed more than just the feeling of his cock in her hand. She wanted him inside her, to deeply taste him before he gave her what he promised – fucking her until her name was forgotten.

She felt her nipples perk and her core start to throb, and she had urge to slide her hands between her legs while she thought of him in that shower. She wondered what he would do if she went to her left draw and pulled out her toys, meeting him on his bed with her legs spread ready and waiting for him. Would he take over? Would he just watch until she finished, stroking himself to completion at the sight of her unravelling-

“Bryce? Are you okay?”

She lurched back to reality, paying more attention to what he was saying.

“Um yeah, what did you say?”

“I asked what your plans were for this evening.”

She swallowed hard, and felt her underwear getting wet. She brushed one hand over her chest, not able to control the urge. “Whatever you want to do – I’ll just have to shower first.”

She heard the door to the shower creak, but the water kept running. Her brows furrowed, but before she could question it the door opened fully, and Hunt stuck his head out, a sinful grin on his face. “You can join me, if you’d like.”

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RIGHT SEVERAL THINGS! Im getting over 100 flipping messages and cant reply to all it is stressing me OUT.

This is 100% curtesy of @psychee92 for sharing it with me!! All the love for them pls ♥️👏🏻 our saviour!

Second pls for the love of god no hate, if anyone wants to discuss comments concerns whatnot pls feel free to “ask” me its so much easier than navigating replies 😭 the other post has me loosong my shit replying to people and it wont tag them.

Summary: Rhys has been skipping meals again, so Feyre decides to give him an incentive to eat his lunch.

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CASSIAN KNOWS FULL WELL NESTA IS IN LOVE WITH HIM

OR, from a different angle - he knows full well they’re mates

“I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.“ 

This is not a love confession in a traditional understanding of this term. He doesn’t say ‘’I love you’’. He doesn’t ask if she loves him. Tbh, this speech sounds as if they were already a couple, although for a short time. It implies that this connection they have is something real and something acknowledged.

It’s shockingly inappropriate, actually, given what we know - from Feyre’s perspective - of their relationship at this point. Because she can see, just like anyone else, that there is this mating bond something between them, but, according to Feyre’s knowledge, they never actually verbalized it until that moment on a battlefield. They are not ‘official’ in anyway, have no public claim on each other. And yet, Cassian speaks to her as if she was his lover. 

As if she was his mate. And was aware of this. 

This situation is not: ‘’I am in love with her but I’m not sure how she feels about me cause we never actually had a converstation about it, just a shitton of banter and sexual tension,  so I will confess with my dying breath’’ - 

“Once upon a time, in land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom… ”

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So Aelin keeps her hair long because it’s the only evidence she has left of what Maeve and Cairn did to her. Because they erased all her other scars, and didn’t allow her body to form new ones. Because sometimes she’d wake up and not know if the torture was real or just in her head.