Wow. I missed you guys

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aelin-and-feyre

I really need ACOMAF from Rhys’ perspective

Just imagine

The agony of feeling Feyre through the bond while she’s ‘happy’ with Tamlin – trying to convince himself that this is good, that as long as she is safe and happy he can live with not having her.
The reunion with his brothers and Mor and Amren and Velaris – tears and awe and hugs and everyone just falling into a heap of crying and holding each other because they are so happy that he is alive.
His inner monologue when he hears Feyre say no at the wedding – he’s so happy and hope begins to bloom and he gets all dressed up to prepare for his dramatic entrance.
The icy rage when he notices how thin she’s gotten, or when he feels her fear down the bond, or when she tries to shut him out – swearing that he will murder Tamlin, fighting with his instincts to just winnow there and take her, constantly telling himself that he deserves her hatred after everything he did Under the Mountain.
The pride he feels when he shows her Velaris and introduces her to the Inner Circle
THE NIGHTMARE COURT SCENE FROM RHYS’ POINT OF VIEW – falling in love with Feyre all over again because everyone is so scared of her and she’s all his and she’s sitting in his throne where she belongs and she’s letting him touch her and he’s just freaking out.
The attic scene and Rhys’ heartbreak when she says she just wants a distraction – ‘you should be grateful, Rhys, that you even get to touch her at all. If this is all you get, you will be grateful.’
When Feyre finds out about them being mates and shuts him out – he will not stop pacing and practically ripping his hair out because she’s gone and mad at him and he can’t feel her through the bond and it is agony.
Chapter 54 where he confesses everything to her in the cabin – he is crying during this scene, the despair and sorrow in his heart and fear of her rejection must be awful.
CHAPTER 55 – utter disbelief and gratitude and savoring every single sound and touch and feeling like he’s dreaming and this is never going to happen again. Not being able to believe that she said yes and she accepted their bond and she loves him.
The protectiveness and possessiveness when they get back from the cabin - ‘mine’.
The Hybern scene - mind racing and heart pumping as Rhys realizes what Feyre is about to do and the only word that is able to escape his mouth is ‘no’ because he can not lose her.

I just really need ACOMAF from Rhys’ point of view, is that too much to ask?

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darling-cas

megahra

Disney Gentlemen + Different ways to say “I love you”

Don’t forget the award winning “I love you”

Re-blogged purely for the last comment because it’s fucking gold.

iamanaussie

Shang is great.

abraxoswyvernnn reblogged

made this positive Aelin meme for y’all hahaha

abraxoswyvernnn

I love you

abraxoswyvernnn

Feyre, Darling...

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abraxoswyvernnn

VAMREN College Roommates AU

Chapter 1

Ship: VAMREN ( Varian x Amren ) Book/Series: A Court of Thorns and Roses SERIES Triggers (smut, angst, etc.) : None (for now haha) Written by: @abraxoswyvernnn on TUMBLR © abraxoswyvernnn © DO NOT EDIT ANYTHING WITHOUT PERMISSION ❁ I always love criticism and feedback so let me know what you think! ❁

Enjoy! ________________________

Varian I lugged my final suitcase up the steps. The sun burned in my eyes as I lifted my head up to see the medium sized box of a building that was his dorm house. And I had to admit, the building was quite ugly. The bricks looked so worn out, Varian sweared if he touched them the whole thing would collapse on him. It was painted a vivid and crusty yellow with a gigantic turquoise door that looked like it almost wasn’t even turquoise at all because the paint was peeling. Carefully opening the door, his gaze first went to a long hallway on the left, a few doors inside it that lead to other rooms, and on the right were stairs that escalated up into the second floor which had a bare living room/kitchen duo and more rooms on the right. Varian lifted up the slip of paper he kept in the pocket of his black jeans. B3. Slouching past the first two doors he turned to his right and was standing in front of his room, B3. Sighing with relief of not having to walk anymore he opened the door, but he did not see his room.

Amren Having to be in this shitty building for her freshman year of college was going to suck, Amren could already tell. First of all, it was so ugly and surrounded with trash. The kitchen barely functioned and the sink water was brown with dirt. Amren was the first to move into this awful building and even though she’s only been here for three days she already hated it. Heading back to the dorm after buying groceries for the week -and actual water- she walked up the stairs, bags hung on her fingers and opened the door.

Varian “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” I jolted awake at the sudden screech, unplugged my earphones and turned around. There was a girl in the doorway. She was beautiful, far more gorgeous than any female he had ever encountered. She was tiny, and wore skinny gray jeans and a burgundy crop hoodie that was snug to her chest and stopped right above the belly button. Her lips painted a deep scarlet against her stark porcelain skin, her hair cropped short to flaunt her sharp jawline, and blood rubies dripping from her ears. Not only was this girl pretty, but she was fucking hot. Looking down at the swirled black and white comforter on the bed he had been laying on, he jumped right off, realizing what he had done. “O-Oh cauldron…shit.. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-” he stammered. Slap. “That’s what you get for sleeping on my bed.” Her teeth gritted and her pupils dilated. Varian made a hissing sound through his teeth, and then slowly put his hand out. “I’m… Varian. … and I know this already isn’t a good start, but, can I ask why all of your things are in my room?” She blinked at him, then a wide grin started to bloom on her small mouth. It was the scariest (and sexiest) thing Varian had ever seen. “This is your room?” “Yes.” She started laughing, not creepily, but happy and giggly. “Whatever, cunt. I know what you’re trying to do. But I don’t have cash, so it’s your unlucky day.” she giggled and started to sloppily push him out. “No, im serious. This is my room .” he lifted up the confirmation paper printed from Craigslist from purchasing rent for 9 months. She stopped laughing and squinted at the paper.

Amren An hour full of pacing, arguing, and screaming later, now clutching the paper, Amren spoke slowly. “So, now we’re roommates.” “I don’t get it, the website said that I would have my own room and that I would be living in a ‘Shared Household’. But I didn’t think it meant.. this.” I set down my bags on the bed, my fingers sore, and sat down with them. “Where’s your bed?” The male I still did not know the name of looked around the room again, even though there wasn’t much to look at and shrugged. “I guess it wasn’t included. I-” A knock interrupted him, and a girl probably a year or two younger than me it seemed peeked through. “Hi… is now a bad time?” I gestured for her to come in. She looked at us both -me and my now roommate- warily but stepped into the glorified closet. Her hands were full, holding a small tin. “Hi.. I’m Elain Archeron, I live downstairs, room A2. I thought I might introduce myself, since we’ll be living in the same house. I made you both some sweets as a welcome gift. I moved in just last night.” My roommate stepped forward, his hand reaching out for the tin. “Varian.” he said as he took the tin from her dainty hands and gave her a handshake. Then I stepped forward, now aligned with Varian. “Amren.” I said boldly as I gave a little smile and nod in thanks. Elain stepped back after the introduction and gently spoke again, “Well.. I’ll always be downstairs if you ever need me. I barely leave my room unless i’m in class or baking or gardening. It was nice to meet you.” Varian and I both beamed a smile and nodded in thanks again before Varian’s now stretched out arm closed the door. Then he turned to me, any trace of a grin vanished, a full face of awkwardness in it’s place. “I… need to call the landlord. I need to see if we could get another bed.” I nodded and added, “I’m going to call my Uncle and see if he has any places I can stay.” “Good idea.” “Okay. great.” …. “I’m… going to get some fresh air.” “Okay.” “Okay,” Varian slipped out of the room and I let out a deep breath. This was going to be interesting. ________________ written by: @abraxoswyvernnn on TUMBLR ©abraxoswyvernnn _________________ Do NOT change without permission! Thanks for reading, loves! ♡

abraxoswyvernnn

artmatekarma asked:

More VAMREN COLLEGE AU please! 😍

Your wish is my command! Coming soon ;)

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fantasyfangirling4ever

feyrearcheron-nightcourt

There you are.

I’ve been looking for you.

feyrearcheron-nightcourt

Hello Feyre darling.

feyrearcheron-nightcourt

Indeed she is.

abraxoswyvernnn reblogged

luthientinuvielss

Cassian wearing loose, low-rise grey pants to train in is super important.

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• During the warmer months, he trades in his leathers for looser, thinner pants. As well as being completely shirtless. He doesn’t want to get heat stroke, does he?

• The pants are fitted at the top, in the front and back. Which gives anyone ~~Nesta~~ full view of his generous ass and bulge.

• But they’re looser as they go down, so he has full range of motion when he and Az practice kick-boxing.

• The waistline of the pants are so low that you can see his hip bones. The divots on his lower back. His prominent “V” in the front. And occasionally catch a glimpse of dark hair down low.

• Cassian is well-groomed, but he’s got hair. ~~Not that Nesta’s ever been curious to see if it’s as soft as the hair on his face and head.~~

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• The pants are so low, you still cannot see the ending of recently inked tattoos.

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One day, Nesta observes, “Those are new. It looks like it must’ve hurt.”

Before she can take back her words, Cassian’s head whips up to reveal the cockiest grin she’s ever seen. “I wasn’t aware you paid such close attention and curiosity about my-” He pauses, twirling the training staff and licking his lips. Waggling his eyebrows he purposefully thumbs his waistband lower. Still no sign of the ending of the tattoo. And further revealing the dark hairs that Nesta never thought about. “Nether-regions.”

Nesta cannot believe the sight before her. The hot sun did her no favors as it had been tanning his already golden body, and made it glisten with sweat from the heat.

“Could’ve used your hand, you know.” He smirks, pointing the staff at her.

She blinks as he walks over to a bucket of water and pours it down his head. Causing anything that might’ve been left to the imagination to become clear as day.

“What?” She finally spits out.

Feigning an innocent tone and thumbing his low waistband once more, he says, “To hold through the pain of course.”

Her train of thought was completely derailed at the sight of him in those pants. Soaking wet. With those tattoos. He grinned like a wolf because he knew, and she tried desperately to avoid those gleaming hazel eyes. “Hold what?”

Cassian chuckled, twirling the staff once more before he walked toward her. His long legs closed the distance between them in three strides.

She could feel him dripping on her before she looked up at his face. But did she want to look up when she saw where the sweat and water dripped toward?

“Your hands, sweetheart. In mine.”

Her body betrayed her when her eyes wandered down, down, down…

“What?” Cassian’s voice was rough. The smile that was still plastered across his face and the boyish dimples did nothing to calm her down. “Do you wish to see it, Nesta?”

The tattoo or something else entirely, Nesta wasn’t sure what he meant. Nor was she sure what she’d-

Cassian took a step back and shook his hair out. “Perhaps some other time. I’m quite busy at the moment.”

Nesta watched as he swaggered back to where he had been exercising. The tattoos that covered his arms, shoulders, and much of his back looked incredible on full display. The perfectly formed ass… His back muscles…

Those pants… Those pants further inspired every fantasy she had. And inspired fantasies she never knew she wanted but wouldn't likely forget.

iamthebonecarver

this is everything i never knew i needed

if you dont believe nessian is endgame, i will come after you like an ilken.

I just need to reblog again because… wow 🔥

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jyneerso

“I think I’m losing it—I don’t know what’s happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you’ve said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.”