#also love his little outfits dearly. i can picture them so clearly i based his look off this one professor i had at my old university

[catominor]

i drew the modern au senators again....

[feyrhycien]

Will You Be Our Valentine?

Based on @house-of-galathynius‘ shitty real life experience (see here.)

I hope you still had a nice evening, love! And look what your post resulted in!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Are you kidding me? You're cancelling now?”

Lucien felt his stomach sink. She couldn't be doing this. Not today.

Vassa looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Please Lucien. I know I promised you to spend tonight together and wallow in combined misery, but you can't deny me the chance of true love! What if he's the one for me?”

“You met this dude today! At Happy Hour. In. A. Bar! He's not looking for a wife, he's looking for someone to bang!” Lucien snapped, unable to keep his disappointment and irritation at bay.

Her eyes shuttered and a fiery spark entered them.

“So what? Maybe I want to bang too, instead of being all miserable, going on a date with my childhood friend on Valentine's Day, because I can't find anyone else and he'd mope around at home otherwise,” she spat and turned on her heel, grabbed her purse and stalked out their apartment with her head held high.

“Don't come crying to me, when the dude turns out to be a creep, who wants you locked away in his cellar with all the other girls he keeps there,” Lucien shouted after his best friend and roommate.

Her words had felt like a slap in his face. Was that how she thought about him? Was he really that pathetic?

Yes, you are, he answered himself and sat down on the couch, running a hand over his face. You're alone on Valentine's Day and now even your friend dumped you, because she has better things to do than concern herself with your sorry ass.

Lucien wanted nothing more than to drown himself in a bottle of Whiskey and self-loathing, but just then the key turned in the door and his other roommate and his girlfriend stepped into the living room.

Rhys had just said something to make Feyre laugh, but the both of them fell silent when they saw Lucien sitting on the couch, dressed in nice pants and a pressed shirt, looking utterly miserable.

Seeing them, Lucien stifled a groan.

Right, the other reason Vassa and he had decided to spent tonight eating out together was Rhys having plans to cook a fancy, romantic dinner for his girlfriend, which, knowing the both of them, would probably end up with Feyre being the dinner and them having obnoxiously loud sex all over their shared flat.

And Vassa and him really didn't want to be around for that, if only, because Lucien was actually crushing pretty hard on Rhys and had been ever since they met, and lately also found himself fancying his crush’s girlfriend quite a bit.

“Are you okay? Weren't you having dinner plans with Vassa?” Rhys asked the same time as Feyre said, “You look sad. Why the hell are you looking sad?”

Lucien pressed his teeth together and didn't comment.

Feyre and Rhys shared one of their looks that meant their were talking without talking. Rhys took the grocery bags Feyre was holding, pecked a quick kiss to her lips and sauntered towards the kitchen, probably to begin cooking the fancy dinner they'd planned.

To Lucien's utter and complete surprise, Feyre came over to him and flopped down on the couch, her face turned fully towards him, studying his face.

Their knees were brushing up against each other and Lucien shifted a bit to avoid them touching. With her being this close, the gaze of those piercing blue-grey eyes trained on him, he felt rather self-conscious about the otherwise casual touch.

“What's going on Luc?” she asked, placing a hand on his knee for emphasis.

Lucien swallowed nervously, less because of the question, but because of her hand on his leg, that was causing some highly inappropriate images and thoughts to bloom in his head. Thoughts one shouldn’t have about someone else’s girl.

“Change of plans. Vassa met the love of her life at some bar’s Happy Hour today,” he deadpanned.

“More like a creeper that will lock her up with a couple of other girls he already keeps in the basement,” Rhys scoffed, returning from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of wine and glasses.

Lucien gave him a wry smile. “Exactly what I said. Get out of my head Rhys.”

Rhys and Feyre laughed softly.

“No need to read your mind for that. Vassa has the worst taste in men,” Feyre giggled and took the wine that Rhys had just poured for her.

“So true! What did the last one call himself? Death God?” Rhys said in an amused voice, handing another glass of wine to Lucien, who didn't take it, but instead regarded Rhys with a confused look.

“What?” Lucien stammered.

“You don't want wine?” Rhys asked, cocking his head to the side.

“No, I mean yes, but no, I thought I'd just go to my room or go out or -”

Rhys chuckled and Feyre have a snort.

“Please, don't be ridiculous. You’re staying right where you are and we're ordering takeout,” she declared. Eyeing the single bottle of wine on the coffee table, she nodded to herself. “And more wine.

“But you guys planned to have dinner and -” Lucien started again, but was interrupted by Rhys.

“We can have dinner another night. It's not like the food will go bad in the fridge overnight,” he stated determinedly.

“But it's Valentine's Day,” Lucien said in a last weak attempt to not upend their dinner plans with his miserable presence.

“Exactly,” Feyre replied, giving Lucien a mischievous little smirk that she must’ve learned from Rhys. “What more can a girl ask for on Valentine's than to spend it not only with one, but two pretty boys?”

“Will you be our Valentine, Lucien?” Rhys purred, still holding out the glass of wine for him.

Lucien felt the heat creep into his cheeks and dearly hoped it his face wasn't blazing red when he hesitantly plucked the glass from Rhys’ hand. Their fingers brushed and an entirely different heat spread from the place they touched, similar to the heat he felt on his leg, where Feyre’s hand still rested.

“Okay.”

They had a fantastic night. Feyre had ordered them Indian take-out and several bottles of wine, something that Lucien hadn’t even known was possible.

“You just need to live with Mor long enough, then you’ll know where to get booze at any time of the day,” Feyre confided to him in a low voice, as if she was telling him a secret. Well, it probably was.

They’d eaten and laughed and downed a few bottles, never moving further from the couch than strictly necessary. At some point, Lucien had gotten up and changed, trading his fine clothes in favor of a more comfortable outfit consisting of sweatpants and a tee shirt. Rhys and Feyre had complained loudly and immediately dashed to Rhys room, shedding their own clothes on the way, leaving Lucien slightly unsettled about the glimpsed of their bodies he catched, and emerging seconds later in an equally comfy attire - in Feyre’s case one of Rhys’ tee shirts and nothing else, showing off her pretty, naked legs for Lucien to secretly, and Rhys to not so secretly drool over.

And then they had somehow gotten all cuddly and sleepy while watching a movie, Feyre laying with her head resting in Rhys’ lap, sleeping soundly, her bare legs somehow ending up in Lucien lap, who was desperately trying not to fondle or stare at them.

“Those are nice legs, don’t you think?”

Lucien was startled out of his contemplation of Feyre’s freckles thighs. He didn’t know for how long, but he had been immersed in a silly drunk attempt to connect the little dots into pictures.

“Huh?”

Lucien raised his gaze to find Rhys looking at him, his violet eyes burning into him with such intensity, it made Lucien tremble.

“Feyre’s legs. They’re pretty. Well she’s pretty,” Rhys repeated, still looking at Lucien with a slightly wary expression on his face, like he was waiting for something or trying to figure something out.

Shit. Lucien hadn’t thought he had been quite so obvious about staring at them. He didn’t want Rhys to think he was lusting after his girlfriend. Well, he kinda was, but he hadn’t meant to make a move on her or anything.

“Uhm…, yeah, I guess. She’s pretty.” Lucien said.

He was trying to sound objective about it and not like he was attracted to Feyre. Because he was.

He hadn't known it was possible to be crushing this hard on two people at the same time, let alone a couple who was clearly in love with each other, but Lucien was. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper with every second they spent on this damn couch, drinking wine and watching a movie, doing utterly boring stuff that wasn’t exciting at all, but excited him nonetheless.

“You’re pretty too,” Rhys suddenly said, still eyeing Lucien attentively.

“I… what?”

Lucien wasn’t sure he had been hearing right. Did his long-term crush just called him pretty? While his gorgeous girlfriend was sprawled over both their laps, being half naked?

Rhys chuckled darkly, a sound that had Lucien’s stomach clench deliciously, and leaned towards him, his eyes boring into his.

“I said, you’re pretty too,” he purred.

And then Rhys kissed him.

A tentative, shy peck on the lips, like a hesitant knock on the door to see if someone was home. He withdrew immediately, studying Lucien’s face, gauging his reaction.

Lucien wasn’t sure he was breathing. Rhys had just kissed him!

He didn’t know if it was the wine they had, his pent-up sexual frustration, or the fact that he had wanted to do this for so long, but Lucien gripped Rhys shoulder and pulled him back towards him, kissing him fully on the lips. Rhys returned the kiss eagerly, leaving Lucien heady with bliss - and a raging hard-on.

“Hey!”

Startled, they broke apart to find Feyre glaring up at them from Rhys’ lap.

Lucien felt his stomach sink all the way to the floor when the realization of that they’d just been doing came over him. He had just kissed Rhys. Who had a girlfriend. Who was currently present and looking very put out.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” she snarled, sitting up and positioning herself so she could look at the both of them at the same time.

She pointed her finger at Rhys. “You said I could have the first kiss!” she said hotly, almost poking out her boyfriend’s eye.

Rhys gently grabbed her hand and folded her finger in, so he wasn’t any longer in danger of going blind.

“Can’t help it if you rile him up with your sexy legs, making Luc look all adorable in the way he tries not to stare at you, only to fall asleep in the middle of your seduction attempt. Someone had to kiss him!” Rhys defended himself.

Lucien watched the two of them in confusion. What was going on here?

He was still wondering about that, when Feyre turned towards him, grabbed his face between her hands and slanted her mouth over his, kissing him emphatically.

Woah woah woah!

Shocked, Lucien shoved Feyre away out of reflex, throwing a guilty look in Rhys’ direction. But Rhys didn’t look jealous or angry, but rather turned on by his girlfriend kissing the guy he’d just kissed himself.

“Someone care to explain?” Lucien asked perplexed.

Feyre and Rhys shared one of their looks, smiling faintly at each other, and then both turned to him, saying “We like you!” at the same time.

Confounded, Lucien shook his head, refusing to believe what he just heard. “Excuse me, come again?”

Feyre and Rhys both scooted closer, Feyre leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. When she withdrew, her eyes sparkled with affection, but then Rhys placed a finger on his chin to make Lucien face him and kissed him too.

“We like you. The ‘we’d like to do stuff with you’-like,” Rhys purred, looking at Lucien in a way that had him blush.

“Or the ‘we want you to be our boyfriend’-like,” Feyre added, sliding into Lucien’s lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, caressing the shell of his hear with her lips, while Rhys put his lips back on Lucien’s, who was too baffled to to anything but surrender to their combined onslaught.

“So,” Feyre whispered in Lucien’s ear, making him shiver adoringly, while Rhy’s tongue brushed over his bottom lip, asking for entrance. “Will you be our Valentine?”

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