#only eve best could make mozart hair hot

[eves-da-best]

“There is absolutely no way anyone wearing a barrister’s wig can look anything other than ridicul–”

*spontaneously combusts*

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[queen-archeron]

Start of Something New

The title is for all you HSM fans out there haha ;) Here’s a fic that me and @highladyfxyre did together!! Thank you to the anon for giving us the idea! We hope you all enjoy it as much as we did!!😊❤️

“Come on Feyre, lighten up a little. It’s a party. It’s supposed to be fun.”

Feyre didn’t deign to reply, and instead cradled her drink, casting a less than impressed look at her friend, who was clearly eyeing up the brunette on the dance floor.

“You can’t sit in the booth all night, Fey. Besides, there’s a guy over there who’s definitely interested.”

Feyre rolled her eyes at Mor. “I’m sure that’s not true. And even if it was, I’m not interested in hooking up with anyone tonight.”

Mor sighed. “Fine. But at least come for one dance with me. It’s New Year’s Eve, after all!”

As if that changed anything. As if the fact that it was nearly a whole new year meant that she should forget about Tamlin, or the fact that she didn’t know how her father was going to pay the bills or -

Feyre downed the rest of her drink.

Maybe Mor was right. Maybe she did need to relax, even just for one night.

“Let’s go dance.”

As Rhysand entered Rita’s with Cassian and Azriel at his sides, the smell of alcohol hit him like a truck. Then the blaring music that was flowing from the speakers, which were scattered throughout the large room. He had never been a “party person”, and the only reason he had agreed to come to this one was because of Mor.

The three of them had received a text from her twenty minutes ago, telling them to go. If he recalled correctly, the exact words were, “Get your asses over here before I drag you out of the damn house!”

Of course, no one argued, partially because they all knew she would actually drag them out of the house, but also because it was New Year’s, and tonight was a night to celebrate.

The dim lights made it slightly hard to move through the packed area, and Rhys turned around to say something to Azriel, only to find him being swallowed up by the crowd. Great.

“Cass!” He called, but he was out of sight.

Sighing, Rhys ran a hand through his hair and slowly made his way through the crowd, trying to find space to think.

He caught sight of the bar on the other side of the chaos, and made it his mission to get there.

He weaved through swarm of people, keeping his eye out for one of his brothers or Mor, since she was the reason he even came. He made it through the dance floor alive, and turned towards the bar to get a drink…

Right as a girl ran into him, spilling her drink all over the both of them. Her eyes widened, and he was taken aback by how beautiful she was. He almost forgot about the wet shirt he now wore.

Standing before her was the most beautiful male she had ever seen.And he was currently sporting her drink down the front of his otherwise pristine shirt.

Why did this always have to happen to her?

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you and -” Feyre was grateful for the darkness of the club, for if the lights were on he would certainly see the blush that had taken over her entire face.

The man lifted a hand. “It’s fine! I should have seen you. Completely my fault.”

“At least let me get you a drink? Or a new shirt?” God, she was embarrassing. And also close to tears, due to the fact she always seemed to get… weepy when she drank.

Why had she even agreed to come out tonight.

“There's no need too…” The stranger began. “Look, I should be the one buying you a drink.”

Feyre smiled. “Well, thank you. Though I owe you a drink as well…”

“Rhysand. Though you can just call me Rhys.”

Feyre ignored the sudden… rush of feeling that ran through her at his name. Rhysand. It seemed fitting, somehow. “I’m Feyre.” She replied, still straining slightly to try and hear his voice over the music.  

“Well, Feyre.” The sound of her name on his lips sent a spark of electricity through her. “Care to join me for a drink?”

And maybe it was the alcohol currently coursing through her body, or the fact that there was seemingly something magical about New Year’s Eve, or… well, the fact he was handsome as hell, but Feyre found herself agreeing to his offer.

And who knows? Maybe this night could turn very special indeed.

Feyre. He said her name over and over in his head as the two of them made their way to the bar. For some reason, everything about her grabbed his attention, and he didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks when she spilled the drink, even through the darkness.

Rhys helped her onto the high barstool as she swayed a little bit, and she smiled at him in thanks.

“So, Feyre, what brings you here on New Year’s Eve?” He asked as they waited for the bartender to notice them.

Feyre looked out at the crowd, as if looking for someone, and sighed as she returned his gaze. “One of my friends thought it would be fun, but I think she found better things to do than babysit me all night.”

Sounds relatable, he thought, giving her a nod.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I got ditched within thirty seconds of walking in. I have yet to see anyone I came here with,” he replied.

Her eyes lit up and small chuckle escaped her. He could barely hear it over the music, but he wanted to memorize that sound, the gentleness of it and the way her lips turned up in a smile.

“I guess we’re both on our own then,” she sighed, just as the bartender finally approached them.

Rhys ordered them drinks, and they each paid for each other when the beverage arrived.

“To us, the wallflowers,” he beamed, raising his glass toward her.

“To the wallflowers,” she grinned back, and they tapped their glasses together before taking a few sips.

It suddenly felt very hot inside, and the music was beginning to give Rhys a headache. Looking around, he spotted some doors that led outside, hidden behind a couple booths.

Feyre tracked his eyes and spotted the doors as well.

“Want to head outside? It’s way too cramped in here for me,” he joked, and she nodded right away, making him chuckle. Guess she felt the same.

He took her hand to help her get down, but didn’t release it as they made their way through the crowd once again, avoiding getting stepped on or shoved. He tightened his grip as he finally reached the door, swinging it open to a cool breeze, and some much needed silence.

Feyre was grateful for the cool air as soon as it hit her face.

She had never been a fan of nightclubs, and tonight was no different. Feyre had never really gotten the point of them, if she was being honest.

I mean, what was the appeal in sweaty bodies and shitty techno music?

Thankfully, it seemed that Rhys felt the same way, if his now relaxed shoulders were any indication.

Something we have in common. Feyre shoved that thought away.

She could still hear the music pulsing behind her, and saw several couples making out almost aggressively on the outer walls of the club. But even so…

It felt a little like she and Rhys were the only two people in the world.

God, what was the matter with her?

She hadn’t even met this man an hour ago, and already she was fawning over him like some lovesick teenager.

“You okay?”

Feyre almost started at the sound of Rhys’s voice, suddenly very loud against the near quiet; a stark contrast to the dizzying loudness of Rita’s.

She mustered a smile on her face, trying not to show how entirely sappy her thoughts were becoming. “Yeah! I’m fine. It’s just the, uh, silence out here!” What was she even talking about?

“I prefer it. Don’t get me wrong though, club music is the best.” Feyre let out a snort at the heavy sarcasm lacing his words.

“I can’t argue with that. I mean, music that sounds like what a headache feels like? I swear it’s like a modern age Mozart piece.”

Rhys chuckled at that, moving forward until he was resting against the balcony, tilting his head up slightly to look at the sky. Feyre joined him, and resisted the urge to reach across and lay a hand on his arm, or run her fingers through her hair or -

Well, she was definitely getting ahead of herself.

They stood in silence for a few moments, until Rhys said, “Five minutes to midnight.”

Feyre raised a brow. “Already?”

He nodded. “Crazy, right? It feels like it’s only been a second since January.”

“I don’t know… It feels like it’s gone slow for me somehow.”

Rhys nodded again, and Feyre inwardly cursed herself for being the dullest person ever.

They didn’t speak for a few painfully awkward minutes.

And then, “Have any resolution’s this year?”

Feyre sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “The usual, I suppose. Go to the gym more, be nicer. You?”

Rhys ducked his head, suddenly seeming… shy? “Well, uh, I had one. That I would… That I would meet my true love by the end of this year.”

Her heart gave an involuntary leap. “And did you?”

Rhys looked at her, something she couldn’t read in his eyes. “Not yet. But I still have…” A quick glance at his watch. “Three minutes.”

This was dangerous ground, but Feyre walked on it anyway. “A lot can happen in three minutes.”

“Yes, it can.”

They both shifted nearer to the other, almost like a moth to a flame. Like they couldn’t help themselves.

Feyre certainly couldn’t, anyway.

The music from Rita’s seemed so far away now, like she was in another world.

And Rhys seemed just as focused on her as she was on him.

They moved closer.

Time seemed to still every time he looked at her, and the end of the year was getting closer and closer. Only two minutes now.

The streets below them were crowded with people, everyone ready to celebrate when the time came. Feyre was watching too, and every time she inched closer to him, his heart sped up, and he was nervous she could hear at times.

“One minute and thirty seconds,” he murmured into the cool air, checking his watch impatiently.

Feyre looked up at him, and he suddenly realized how close they were. He swallowed, but held her gaze.

“You know,” she started, searching his eyes. “Tonight wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

Rhys’s heart sped up more, and he inched even closer, their bodies almost touching. “I agree.”

He was lost for words, and in the distance someone announced that there was one minute left.

Feyre’s eyes slipped to his lips and back up to his eyes so fast he almost missed it. The air between them was too much.

They must have been staring at each other for longer than he thought because another person from the streets below announced fifteen seconds.

“The year’s almost over,” she sighed, in what seemed to be relief, but he looked at her with an unrelenting gaze.

“A lot can happen in ten seconds.”

A countdown started in the distance, and Feyre smiled as she whispered, “Ten.”

He grinned. “Nine.”

“Eight.”

“Seven.”

Her face was so close to his, and he was struggling to control his breathing.

“Six.” She moved her eyes to his lips, and this time they didn’t move away.

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two,” she slid her hand onto his arm, and he was done for.

“One.”

Fireworks went off in the distance at the same moment he captured her lips with his. The feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he immediately slid his arms around her waist pulling her closer. She kissed him back with the same intensity, and in that moment, he felt complete.

Feyre was certain she was dreaming.

But the feeling of Rhys’s lips on hers was very, very real.

She lost herself in the kiss, in the way his lips moved against hers that felt like they had been doing this forever.

Feyre had never had a New Year’s kiss before, but this was certainly making up for it now.

Rhys’s hands were on her waist, tugging her impossibly closer, and Feyre didn’t care that they were in public, or that she had only known for not even an hour, or that she was going to have a killer headache tomorrow.

No, she only cared about them, and the fact she had never felt more alive.

But eventually Feyre pulled away, the fireworks above them seeming a million miles away. And when Rhys smiled at her, Feyre knew she was a goner.

“Happy New Year, Feyre darling.”

And it was a happy new year indeed.

[piilokarsastus]

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Sometimes but not seriously

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? 2

3. The person you would never want to meet? I can think of many but let’s go with Trump this time

4. What is your favorite word? I’m a writer,,, how dare you ask me something that implies I’m able to make decisions about words,,, (”hellyys” does wrap around the tongue quite nicely phonetics-wise, at least as far as Finnish goes.)

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? Linden

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? oh shit I have to go to school... again

7. What shirt are you wearing? a brown long-sleeved shirt with horizontal stripes

8. What do you label yourself as? In regard to what?

9. Bright room or dark room? dark

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? something highly unproductive, that’s for sure

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? 18′s been cool so far

12. Who told you they loved you last? my gf

13. Your worst enemy? left hand pizzicato

14. What is your current desktop picture? the windows logo (I know, original huh)

15. Do you like someone? nooo not at all,,, who might this girlfriend person be whom I seem to think of every day,,, peculiar, dare I say

16. The last song you listened to? Mozart’s Sinfonia Concertante E flat major KV. 364

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? trump

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? TRUMP

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? TRUMP (he gon learn)

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) I’m told my hair is nice

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? one word: boobs.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? umm I’ve got some talents but I’m not sure if any of them is really secret

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? nothing unique really

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. ok. I’m awaiting further instructions

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? slowly, over time without thinking about the $100 as a whole

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? This time of the year? New Zealand could do the trick

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?  Ley .925 Tequila Pasion Azteca Ultra Premium Añejo (google it and you’ll understand why)

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? no capitalism

29. What is your favorite expletive? “like”

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? my laptop

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. I’ll say New Year’s Eve 2013

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! okay but what is the question

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? Mozart

34. What was your last dream about? I wish I remembered

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? example of theoretical framework in qualitative research? no!

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? yes

37. Have you ever built a snowman? yes /muffled Let It Go playing in the distance/

38. What is the color of your socks? black

39. What type of music do you like? anything with real instruments (no, type of music -- country doesn’t count)

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunsets. The only way I’m ever seeing a sunrise is when I’m either up way earlier than I want to be or staying up waaaay later than I should

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? I don’t drink milkshakes like, ever

42. What football team do you support? sports? the wat

43. Do you have any scars? no

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? a mentally stable entity

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? reshaping my physical attributes to conform to my personally and/or socially induced standards

46. Are you reliable? yes

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? you makin that money yet?

48. Do you hold grudges? I’d like to say no but I also happen to remember every single significant thing anyone has ever said to me so...

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? cat. parrot. need I say more?

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? Have i told you about that time I was chatting with this religious girl who was like a casual school friend and then somehow the conversation turned into her sending me pics of both tasty desserts and hot women from instagram? I mean, we had fun and all but it’s not something you experience every day

51. Are you a good liar? 

no...

OR AM I???!?!?

you’ll never know

52. How long could you go without talking? preeettty long

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? as for style... like, everything until these last five years or so. My haircut hasn’t changed much over the years.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? no

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? yes, I’m apparently good with language stuff

56. What do you like on your toast? margarine, meat and some occasional cucumber

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? I honestly don’t remember when I last picked up a pen with intentions other than taking an exam or composing music

58. What would be you dream car? some expensive-looking Audi probably

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. I don’t sing but I sometimes kinda like open my voice if I’m alone. It’s also worth mentioning that I tend to spend my long showers in a slav squat especially if it’s in the morning.

60. Do you believe in aliens? yes (I mean, statistically speaking, you should too)

61. Do you often read your horoscope? nope

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? Q

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? dinosaurs

64. What do you think about babies? ew

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. no