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🎨: artoffrostandflame

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tamlin, lucien vanserra, feyre archeron fanart !!

creds of this beautiful art goes to ; @alba_r_art on instagram!

and since it's suggesting feylin a tag for @bookishfeylin !

HALLE BAILEY via instagram

Just so we’re clear

Pairing: Gwyn x Reader

Summary: You wanted to be first to tell your best friend Happy Birthday (and maybe you just wanted her to yourself for the night).

Inspired by this post: sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: It's literally just a fluff piece and I wrote in one go. I'm planning on doing a series of little prompts like this, based on the friends-to-lovers trope.

You hurriedly wiped down the counters as the clock ticked down. You made quite the mess while baking, despite your “clean-as-you-go” attitude. Time got away from you so quickly, and at this rate you would be late. Again. You always had a hard time shaking that nasty habit. But at least all the treats were wrapped neatly and stored safely in the basket. If you had been using your own kitchen, you might have just left the mess for later, but Nesta would rip you a new one if you didn’t leave her kitchen cleaner than you found it.

You gathered your things and triple checked the basket to make sure everything was there. It did little to ease your nerves, which had been increasing drastically each time you had plans to spend time with Gwyn. You couldn’t identify exactly why you found yourself overthinking every conversation, couldn’t identify the meaning of the rush of emotions you felt with every touch.

You spared a glance in the mirror and wished you had more time to make yourself a little more presentable, but time was not on your side, and Gwyn would have finished her work by now. You rushed to the library, giving Clotho a quick “Hello,” as you rushed past her desk, to the stairs, to Gwyn’s room. The plan had been to sneak down to her room while she was still working and surprise her then, but by the time you got to her door, you could hear her moving around on the inside. You drew in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

Before you could knock, the door to Gwyn’s room flew open and her bright teal eyes nearly knocked the wind out of you. “Were you planning to come in at some point?” she teased, her delicate brow arched and a playful smile on her lips. 

You stammered over your words for a second as your brain scrambled to form a sentence. “I was gonna give it another few minutes,” you responded, earning a chuckle from the female.

Gwyn tilted her head, motioning for you to enter. You stepped in, and the room you’ve spent many nights in suddenly felt a little unfamiliar to you. It was just the nerves, you told yourself, the stupid nerves that you just couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Gwyn asked.

“Well,” you started, setting the basket down on the small table in the corner, “I brought you a little something.” You motioned for the female to join you at the table.

“You didn’t have to-” she began as she approached.

“Stop it,” you cut in, giving her a warm smile. “It’s my best friend’s birthday, obviously I had to get you something.”

The female removed the lid to the basket, and her eyes widened for a split second as she peered into. “You know, my birthday is technically tomorrow,” she said as she began pulling out the various sweets you had made for her. Her long, delicate fingers peeled at one of the wrappers, exposing the delicious smelling brownie - her favorite dessert. You knew she wouldn’t be able to resist eating one of your fudgy creations for long. Your eyes were glued to her lips as she brought the brownie to them and bit in. She moaned in delight at the taste, and the sound sent shivers down your spine.

“These are incredible,” she sang, your cheeks warming at the praise. You had baked for Gwyn a million times, and heard those exact words come out of her mouth on more occasions than you could count, but this time it felt like the Mother was hand-delivering a blessing.

“There’s plenty more, all for you,” you laughed, her delight filling you with warmth. “But there’s something else at the bottom.”

She handed her brownie to you so she could continue digging through the basket. You knew she would get distracted by all the sweets on top, but you didn’t want your actual gift for her to smash all the desserts you had worked so hard on for her. She eventually got to the bottom and pulled out the flat, teal box, which you had picked specifically to match her eyes. Gwyn gasped softly as she opened the box, and you found yourself holding your breath as she examined what was inside.

Gwyn carefully lifted the object out of the box to take a closer look. It was a small painting, not much bigger than the size of her hand, that you had commissioned from Feyre. It was of the moment she cut the white ribbon for the first time, something that you knew she considered to be one of her proudest moments. You had even ordered a custom golden frame to be built for it. There was a note on the back that you had handwritten for her, but decided to let her discover that on her own someday. Her bright smile filled you with longing.

“I love it,” she whispered, and you watched as she recounted the moment in her head. It made your heart swell, and you swore you could feel every little thing that she was. It was almost as if you had experienced that moment yourself. “I know exactly where I’m going to put this.” She strode across the room, graceful as ever, and placed it on the small end table near her bed. 

You weren’t usually good at gift-giving - it was hard to be when your friends already had everything they could possibly want - but you were proud of what you were able to pull together for Gwyn, even if it wasn’t much.

The rest of the night wasn’t much unlike any of the other nights you spent with Gwyn. Except the two of you shared the various sweets you had made for her, opting out of a real meal for dinner. Nights like these, where you got to have the female all to yourself, were becoming the greatest joys of your life. Her voice was the sweetest melody, her laughter a symphony, her smile a concerta put on just for you. 

As the night began to wind down, the two of you had wound up in Gwyn’s bed. Again, a familiar scene to you began to feel like something more as you watched the female try to fight off sleep.

“It’s almost time,” you whispered, reaching over to brush a strand of copper hair out of her face. Gwyn’s lips curled into the softest smile, humming in response. The two of you laid there in silence for a moment, staring into each other's eyes as you waited. As that feeling in your chest began threatening to burst out of you, you quickly looked away to check the clock again. You watched as the second hand ticked and ticked closer to midnight. Just a few more seconds.

You turned back towards Gwyn, giving her a toothy grin. You drew in a deep breath, then gently took one of her hands in yours. “Happy birthday, Gwyneth.”

She wrapped both hands around yours, those big, beautiful eyes staring into yours, making your heart race so quickly that you were sure she would detect it. You put your everything into stilling it, praying to the mother for help in making sure the sound fell on deaf ears. Her thumb ran along your bracelet, the friendship bracelet she had made for you, and she closed her eyes momentarily. “I love you,” she whispered, her hands squeezing around yours. 

These were words you heard out of her mouth dozens of times before, but this time felt so different. There went that stupid heart of yours, beating so hard you thought it might fly out of your chest, over words that didn’t carry the meaning you so desperately wanted them to. Your prayers to the Mother were clearly being ignored.

“I love you too.” The words took some of the weight off of you as they left your mouth, but you knew the deeper meaning behind them was lost upon your best friend. You wiggled closer to the female and pressed a soft kiss to her hands. For a split second, you thought you might have heard, or maybe even felt, Gwyn’s heart beating as wildly as yours. Or maybe your mind was just trying to play tricks on you. “Get some rest, you have a long day ahead of you.”

Gwyn nodded, and those beautiful eyes disappeared for the remainder of the night.

You were the first to rise in the morning. You tried to blink the sleepiness out of your eyes, but the comfort of the bed and the warmth of Gwyn’s body pressed against you fought back twice as hard. The realization took a moment to fully hit you, but when it did, well, butterflies are the understatement of the century. This was a first for you, and your heart didn’t know how to take it. But after confirming that the female was still asleep, you figured there was no harm in letting yourself enjoy it.

You shut your eyes again and gently nuzzled your face into her neck, breathing in her scent. You kept your arm draped over the female’s waist, resisting the urge to pull her closer to you. These precious few moments made you pray to the Mother once again, thanking her for this small kindness. The way your bodies fit together felt natural, felt right, and each second that passed was like a wish come true. You let yourself drift back to sleep, because you knew you couldn’t be the one to end this.

Not long after, Gwyn began to stir in your arms. The movement was enough to bring you fully to consciousness. You felt her stretch her body out, like she was trying to wake herself up fully, so you carefully removed your arm from her. The female rolled over wordlessly and her eyes met yours. It felt like an eternity as you laid there, once again staring into each other’s eyes without a word being exchanged. It caused you to stir, inside and out, and unsure of what else to say or do, you blurted, “Happy birthday!”

And there was that amazing laugh, the one that made your heart pound and your brain roar and your instincts go crazy. Gwyn sat up and stretched her limbs out once again. “Good morning to you, too,” she laughed. Your heart sank for a moment as you watched her climb out of bed to get ready for the day, but now wasn’t the time to mope. You had a whole day planned just for her, and you were going to do everything in your power to make sure it was perfect.

What’s this? Silly ol’ me won a design contest? :3c

My winning entry for my local queer organization’s t-shirt art contest! If you’d like a shirt of your own, you can grab one on their website (they should be available soon!)

All of you

Chris Bang x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of period.

Genre: established relationship, fluff

Summary: You and Chris are going on a weekend getaway, and you were so excited. Until an expected twist has you completely thrown, and Chris is the most sweetest boyfriend ever.

a/n: Very short, but I needed comfort (also Channie's big hug) 😭

The pout on your face says it all. It gives a very good picture about how you're feeling at the moment - absolutely miffed. 

This is supposed to be the perfect weekend getaway. The two of you had planned so meticulously for it. A cozy cabin in the mountains, no phones, no friends - just you and Chris. And lots of sex in front of that beautiful fireplace you'd been obsessing over since the minute you saw it on the website. 

But no. Your uterus decided to pull a fast one, surprising you with your period a week early. A WEEK. Classic.

Chris is currently inside a convenience store, buying you something to eat since you've been crabby all morning, especially so because you weren't prepared for this disaster. 

When he comes out of the store after a few minutes, he’s got your food in one hand and - oh god, you scream in your head - is that a pack of pads he’s casually tossing in the other? 

He slides into the driver’s seat, hands you the food, and chucks the pack of pads casually into the backseat. 

“Why are you pouting?” he asks, his voice tinged with genuine confusion. “Cramps?”

 “Why am I pouting?! Chris, why are YOU not pouting?!”

“Uh, why would I?” he replies, pulling back onto the highway.

His fingers drum against the steering wheel, and he sighs.

“Babe, you needed pads. I got pads. Problem solved. What’s the big deal?” He glances at you before focusing back on the road.

You cross your arms and glare out the window, refusing to dignify that with a response.

“Baby.” He says, his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to laugh. “Why are you so stressed about this? We're taking this break so you can relax? And you've done nothing but stress over it.”

“I’m not stressed!” you snap, even though you’re very obviously stressed. “I’m sad, okay? My period came early, and now the weekend’s ruined. We had so much planned -” You cut yourself off, cheeks flaming as your brain conjures images of everything you’d really been looking forward to.

Chris doesn’t miss it though. He grins, wide and wolfish as he says, “Ruined? And when has your period ever stopped us from having fun?”

“Chris!” Your jaw drops. "We have never!”

“What?” He smirks, eyes still on the road but so clearly enjoying your flustered state. “There's a first time for everything. You think I care? Babe, we’re going away to relax, yeah? So relax. We’ll have fun, period or not.”

You press your lips together, fully aware that you have nothing to say because, as much as you hate to admit it, he’s not wrong. This man has seen you at your most unfiltered, unhinged, and, yes, all the icky phases. He obviously doesn’t care about a little blood. 

“Besides,” he continues, voice dropping to that husky, teasing tone, “you’re acting like I planned this trip just for the sex. Which, for the record, I didn’t. I also booked it because I want to watch you beat me at Monopoly and make fun of my attempts at cooking.”

“Your cooking is pretty tragic,” you mumble, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“There she is.” He grins, sliding his hand onto your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles just above your knee. “See? You’re smiling already. And don’t worry - I’ve got chocolate and snacks all ready, in case you need it.”

You turn to him with a lovesick face. “You bought me chocolate too?”

“Of course I did,” he says, giving you a wink. “What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?”

The cabin is straight out of a Pinterest board - wooden beams, floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the foggy woods, and a fireplace that is literally begging you to curl up in front of it. It should’ve been perfect. But instead of basking in the cozy vibes, you flop face-first onto the fluffy couch, still feeling the faint weight of disappointment.

The kind who drives you absolutely insane, you think. But also, the kind who makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive.

Chris walks in, lugging your bags with one hand and a grocery bag in the other. He shuts the door with his foot and glances over at you, eyebrows quirking at your dramatic sprawl.

“Babe, you good?” he asks, dropping the bags and peeling off his jacket. His voice is light, teasing, but there’s a note of concern in his eyes as he crouches down next to you.

You groan into the pillow. “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” he says, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing circles. “You’re still hung up on this, huh?”

You lift your head just enough to glare at him. “Chris, you don’t get it…uh, nevermind” You trail off, sighing dramatically.

Chris just grins.

“Oh, I know. My poor baby.” He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, “But I'm here, yeah? Gonna take good care of you.”

You roll onto your back, fixing him with a look.

“Okay.” You say, rolling onto your back and giving him a tiny smile.

He laughs, and presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

“No more pouting, and sighing. Just let me do my thing, okay? You know I’m not here for just the easy stuff. I’m here for all of it.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. God, why does he have to be so… him?

“But -”

“Nope.” He cuts you off, pressing his finger to your lips. “No buts. You’re not gonna miss out on anything. I’ll make sure of it.”

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious. “What does that mean?”

He smirks, leaning down to kiss you, soft and slow. And when he pulls back, his voice drops an octave, dripping with promise.

“Means you should stop overthinking and let me take care of you.”

And that’s exactly what he does. He starts by bringing you your hot water bag, lighting the fireplace and pulling you into his lap, wrapping you in a blanket and feeding you bites of the chocolate. Then he cranks it up with a massage that has you melting into his hands, tension forgotten.

Divider: @saradika-graphics

By the time the sun sets, you’re fully convinced: this weekend isn’t ruined. In fact, it might just be better than you’d ever imagined.

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If you like feral mates:

Touch her, smell her, taste her—

Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.

But Lucien’s attention went right to the hallway toward the back, his nostrils flaring as he scented Elain’s direction. And who she’d gone with. A low snarl slipped out of him—

His russet eye flashed with simmering rage. An uncontrollable instinct—for a mate to eliminate any threat. But he remained sitting. Even as his fingers dug into the arms of his chair.

If you like protective mates:

Lucien breathed, “Where is he keeping her?” I knew who he meant. I shook my head. “I don’t know. Rhysand has a hundred places where they could be, but I doubt he’d use any of them to hide Elain, knowing that I’m aware of them.” “Tell me anyway. List all of them.” “You’ll die the moment you set foot in his territory.” “I survived well enough when I found you.”

“My mate is none of your concern.”

“She is my mate and in my enemy’s hands—”

If you like mates who believe in the FMC:

But Mor tried again. “There is a reason why Elain is seeing these things. She was right about the other queen turning old, about the Ravens’ attack—why is she being sent this image? Why is she hearing this queen? It must be vital. If we ignore it, perhaps we’ll deserve to fail.” Silence. I surveyed them all. Vital. Each of them was vital here. But me … I sucked in a breath. “I’ll go.” Lucien was staring at Elain as he spoke.

Elain fell into step beside me, peering at Lucien. He noticed it. “I heard you made the killing blow,” he said.

If you like mates who will fight their way across the world to find her:

“I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.”

Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little.

If you like concerned mates:

And from the devastation on his face, I knew he’d heard every word. Seen and heard and felt the hollowness and despair radiating from her.

Too thin. She must not be eating at all. How can she even stand?

“Let me do something. About Elain.

“Please tell me,” Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. “What the healer says. And if—if you need me for anything.”

“Should we—does she need …?”

If you like loyal mates:

I asked Lucien to escort me, and he’d been more than happy to do so, given that his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days.

“I’m a mated male now.”

Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye—the longing and sadness. Then almost two years later -> Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.

If you like mates who are completely gone for her:

But he couldn’t breathe as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.

“No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek.

I hereby declare Lucien, King of All Mates