#originally posted in 2018

[lucienarcheron]

All It Takes Is A Wingman [Feysand ft. Bat Boys]

Prompt: ‘Hey I’m sorry to bother you but I’m trying to convince my friends I’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’ Modern AU |

Genre: Humor/Fluff Rating: SFW

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“We’ll be here for you when she runs away screaming.”

Rhys turned to glare at his two stupid friends.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?” he hissed, his eyes flickering back to the beautiful girl he was totally not staring at. The beautiful girl in his English seminar class whose name he didn’t know and had never spoken to. The semester had just started and he was already slightly head over heels. And she hadn’t even said a word to him.

Currently, she was sitting at a corner table of the cafe they were wasting time in and Rhys hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from her as she sketched in her pad.

“You’re the one that’s drooling.” Cassian said with a scoff. “Just go talk to her before you flood the place with your saliva.”

Azriel snorted as Rhys shot Cassian a look.

“We can hold your hand and walk over with you if you want.” Azriel added with a small grin and Cassian started laughing.

“I am a sex god. I don’t need you to wingman me.” Rhys huffed and the two idiots he deemed his brothers shared a look.

“Then go.” Cassian said with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to give you the time of day since you’re a sex god and all.” Azriel assured him sarcastically and Rhys had never wanted to punch the two of them as badly as he wanted to punch them in this moment. And he was always ready to punch them.

“Is that a challenge?” Rhys asked, narrowing his eyes and both Azriel and Cassian shared identical grins.

“If you want it to be...considering we don’t, you know, agree with you.” Azriel said with a shrug. “But we fully support any stupid decisions you want to make.”

“Yeah, you’re the one hesitating, sex god.” Cassian added, smirking. “If she gives you her number, we’ll bow down to you and even pay for your date.”

Rhys rolled his eyes then straighten determinedly. He would talk to the beautiful girl and smoothly ask for her number. It wouldn’t be difficult. He had done this many times before. Why would she be any different?

But as he started walking towards her, Rhys realized more and more how gorgeous she was. How her hair settled down her shoulder and the way her face scrunched up in focus. How adorable she looked when she paused to take a sip of whatever drink she had and how —

Holy shit, he was being a creep.

Clearing his throat, Rhys slowly walked closer to her table, and just as he paused in front of her, she looked up and Rhys almost choked.

Those beautiful, beautiful blue-gray eyes.

She blinked at him then gave him a small, tentative smile.

“Can I help you?”

“Huh?”

“Can I help you?” she asked again, more firmly this time and he cleared his throat again.

Rhys was smooth. He was suave. He could totally ask her out right then and there. He was Rhysand.

“I saw you working on some sketches and I’m always looking to appreciate beautiful things. Do you mind if I look?”

The beautiful girl’s fingers tightened around the pad and she held it lightly to her chest.

“Oh. Um. I never really show my work to anyone.” she said quietly. “Much less a stranger.”

“We’re not strangers. We have English together.” he said quickly, giving her a smile and then sliding into the seat across from her. She arched a brow.

“Oh. I — I don’t pay attention much in that class.” she said and then gave him a small smile.

“I can tell. You’re always doodling.” he replied with a chuckle then cleared his throat, realizing he had admitted to staring at her. “We haven’t gotten a chance to talk much but I’m Rhysand. Everyone calls me Rhys.”

“English isn’t really my thing.” she admitted with a shrug. “‘I’m Feyre.”

“Feyre.” he repeated as a small smile graced his face. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“Um, okay. Thank you.” she replied, hesitantly. Rhys really appreciated how pretty she looked while blushing. “Do you make any kind of art?”

“No.” he answered promptly. “Stick figures are the way to go for me and I’m pretty sure if they could, they’d cry.”

Feyre chuckled and slowly lowered the pad. “But you appreciate it nonetheless?”

“I appreciate it even more because I suck at it.” Rhys confirmed with a nod. “I especially appreciate it when the person making the art is also stunning to look at.”

Feyre flushed again but only blinked in response and Rhys’ face fell when he realized how thick he was laying it on.

“Listen —”

“You’re making me uncomfortable.” she cut him off with a small frown. “What do you want?”

He sighed. Then frowned. Mor would’ve called it a pout but Mor wasn’t here thank the gods.

“I’m sorry to bother you — really — I just —” he began and took a breath. He was mortified and embarrassing himself so there was only one way out of this: blame it on his friends. “I’m trying to convince my stupid friends over there that I’m a — a sex god. Stupid dare thing.” He waved a hand with a forced chuckle. “Would it be a  bother if you just pretended to laugh at something I said and wrote down a fake number on this napkin real quick?”

He watched her blink again then snort then she started laughing and it was Rhys’ turn to blink.

When a minute passed and Feyre was still laughing, Rhys gave her an amused look.

“And I thought I was milking it with the flirting. You’re great at the whole fake laugh thing.”

“Oh, you think this is fake?” she said with another snort. “Are you kidding me?”

“About what, exactly?” Rhys asked with a wry smile.

“About the whole sex god thing? And the fake number?” Feyre asked incredulously. “Has that pickup line worked for you in the past?”

“It’s not a pickup line!” he refuted, ears pink and she giggled. “I am genuinely attracted to you and would love your actual number but I —well I...yeah.”

Feyre’s eyebrows shot up and Rhys frowned.

“I am usually much better at this.” he mumbled and she snorted with a shake of her head.

“I’m sure.”

“You’re pretty. It’s making me nervous.” he replied, his frown deepening.

“Right.”

“I am really off my game here.”

Feyre couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “So this is a game then?”

“No. I really did want to ask you out.” he replied, his finger toying with the napkin in front of him. “And I am genuinely interested in your art.”

“You haven’t seen my art.”

“But I did ask to see it.”

Their gaze locked and Rhys hoped she saw the sincerity in his eyes. He really was interested. But this was going all wrong. He ran a hand through his hair and made to stand.

“You know what, I’ll just go — “

“Okay.”

Rhys froze and blinked at her. Feyre tilted her head and gave him a small amused smile.

“Okay what?” he asked.

“I’ll show you my art next time in class.” Feyre replied. “For someone so keen on asking me out, you sure give up easy.”

He immediately sat back down. “Well, I’m sure if I was any more persistent, you’d probably kick me in the balls.”

She laughed then shook her head. “You don’t strike me as someone who needs to be kicked in the balls. Should I?”

“Will that cause enough sympathy on my end to jot down a fake number and let me leave with whatever little dignity I have left?”

Feyre laughed, placing her sketchbook on the table between them and Rhys gave her a small smile.

“Why didn’t you just approach me in class then?”

Rhys pursed his lips. “Well, you usually run out of there, I hardly have time to get out of my seat.”

“It’s because my art class is right after. I’m much more excited to go there.” she replied with a smile and he chuckled in return.

“Fair enough. If you’re willing, I can walk you to your art class. I’d like to get to know you better, Feyre.” he said then paused, swallowing before adding, “So how about that fake number and we can talk more in person next class?”

Feyre paused, glancing at him in thought and Rhys didn’t dare move. Was she going to go along with it? Was she going to curse him out? Or pour her tea on him? Was she —

“I’ll do you a better one. I’ll give you my actual number.” she said and Rhys blinked rapidly.

“What?”

“I’ll give you my actual number. In class. After we talk some more.” Feyre continued, her lips twitching at his reaction. “Sound good?”

“That sounds great.” he replied, smiling widely. “I — wow, I’m really looking forward to that.”

“You sure you’ll be able to hold a conversation, Rhys? You seem to have trouble articulating yourself.” she teased with a smile.

“It’s not my fault.” he said, almost pouting. “You’re very attractive and it is very distracting.”

“You need to stop with that.” Feyre blushed, curling her hair behind her ear and Rhys grinned.

“Only speaking the truth, Feyre darling.”

She chuckled and shook her head, then started to slowly collect her things. “I have to go now...I’m meeting my sisters for lunch.” she said softly. “I’ll see you in class?”

“Most definitely.” Rhys replied, standing when she did.

“Feyre!”

Rhys’ smile immediately dropped from his face and he scowled at the sound of Azriel’s voice. Feyre looked up and smiled, which caused Rhys’ scowl to turn into confusion.

“Azriel! It’s good to see you.” she said and Rhys blinked at his two friends standing side-by-side, grinning broadly.

“You two know each other?” he asked, his eyes narrowing at his friends.

“Oh yeah.” Azriel replied, an easy smile on his lips. “Feyre and I have Art & Design together. I see you met my good friend, Rhys. You remember Cassian, right?”

Feyre nodded politely at Cassian while Rhys glared at the two, Azriel smiling widely while Cassian attempted not to laugh as he waved at Feyre.

“It’s nice to see you again, Cassian.” she replied with a small smile.

“Again?” Rhys said through gritted teeth and both his friends shot him amused looks.

“Always great to see you, Feyre.” Cassian said with a grin.

“What a small world. I can’t believe you guys turned out to be friends!”

“Not for long.” Rhys muttered though Feyre didn’t hear him.

“Such a small world.” Azriel confirmed with a grin. “I’ll see you in class?”

“Yeah! See you then.” she replied with a smile. “Good to see you, Cassian. I’ll see you in class too, Rhys?”

“Yeah, of course. I look forward to seeing you then, darling.” he replied, his scowl blooming into a smile at her voice and he watched her leave with a wave.

It was after Feyre walked out of the cafe that Rhys turned with murder in his eyes at his two friends.

“You assholes.” he hissed. “You both knew her the whole time!”

“It has made my whole year watching you squirm like that.” Azriel said putting a hand over his heart as Cassian barked out a laugh next to him. “She’s actually a good friend of mine.”

“And you didn't think to introduce me! To save myself the embarrassment!” Rhys growled.

“Now why would I do that? Aren’t you a sex god?” Azriel asked, feigning innocence.

“You said it yourself, Rhys. You didn’t need us to wingman you.” Cassian added, smug.

Rhys could only stare with narrowed eyes at his friends, who smiled innocently back at him.

“I hate you both.” he growled and the two laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk you up next art class.” Azriel said with a pat to his shoulder.

“I hate you more specifically at this moment.”

“Then I’ll talk Cassian up next art class and he can ask her out on a date.”

“I’d rock her world on that date.” Cassian confirmed with a nod and Rhys glared.

“My hate is only intensifying.”

They only grinned in return and Rhys could only sigh.

“You’ll talk me up?” he mumbled and Azriel patted his shoulder again.

“I’ll talk you up.”

“Aw, is the sex god really stooping so low? Asking others to help out?” Cassian said mockingly then gasped. “Are you asking Azriel to wingman you?”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “Better him than you. Girls trust him. They usually just want to punch you in the face.”

“And simultaneously make out with me. It’s a gift.”

Rhys snorted as Azriel chuckled then the latter crossed his arms. “You have to ask it, Rhys.”

“Ask what?”

“Ask me to be your wingman.”

“I asked you to talk me up, didn’t I?” Rhys said with a scoff. “I was fine talking to her on my own.”

Both his friends raised their brows. “You sure about that?”

“You asked Az to talk you up two seconds ago. Ask him properly.”

Rhys pursed his lips and looked between the two. Then sighed.

“Az?”

“Yes, dear?”

“...Will you be my wingman?”

“I don’t know, Rhys. You insisted you didn’t need either one of us to be your wingman.” Azriel said, feigning a wounded expression. “It really hurt my feelings, you know.”

Cassian made a noise of protest and put an arm protectively around Azriel, giving Rhys a scandalized look. “How dare you hurt his feelings like this? Ask him properly!”

“I did ask, you assholes!”

“You forget the magic word.” Azriel deadpanned and Rhys glared.

“...Please?”

“Please what, Rhys? You’re shitty at articulating yourself.” Cassian interjected and Rhys’ glare intensified.

“Will you please be my wingman, Azriel?” Rhys practically hissed.

“Sure, Rhys. You know I’d do anything for you. I’ll even have Cassian drop by a class and talk you up with me.”

“Always ready for a friend.” Cassian added, blowing Rhys a kiss and he groaned.

“You two are the worst.”

[staffs-secret-blog]

New pfp and header. So sorry

[madnessofmen]

can we talk about the original version of the expression

[beannary]

the little prince separated au! donnie 🤝 john f kennedy: getting shot in the head

please vote for the little prince separated au in the @tmntaucompetition i dont have any reasons for why you should vote for my au other than pretty please ? 🥺👉👈

[synthaphone]

With the completion of Tyrannian, the (pre-conversion) line-up of colors for the Centibyte is complete!!

I can't believe I finished 54 of these- 12 have unique poses, and 6 more involve heavy lineart edits or complete relining of the base pose. I had a lot of fun figuring all of them out, and it's really satisfying to be able to see them all together now

[argentinagp]

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[tigerbears]

[polarfarina]

Jerma pog from 2018

[soepwashere]

Tortles

In celebration of it having been a year since I watched Rise for the first time (the actual anniversary was in mid October but it’s fine) I redrew the first fanart I posted here! A whole year of ninja turtles brainrot <3

[doedipus]

there's a post I saw a few days ago (and of course now can't find to screenshot and apply twee visual effect to) that said something along the lines of

"anime boys are boys, but anime girls are so over the top with it that they barely even have a gender. people use them as avatars all the time on social media or VR chat or whatever and it says nothing about how they actually identify"

and I'm not gonna say that every random dweebus using a gender nonconforming anime girl avatar is transfem, but I do think that it's kind of boneheaded to completely degender the practice and associated behaviors in weaboo circles, yknow?

like it has been remarked upon before (often derisively!) that various aspects of anime fandom, esp around sitcoms with mostly or entirely female casts, provide an extremely rare almost-socially-acceptable avenue of gender escapism for amab folks, and this is one of the ways that that manifests. the popularity of girls-forward shows provides cover for fandom denizens to present femininely vis a vis avatars, reaction images, or light role play, discuss topics and express emotions that aren't traditionally masculine, identify with female characters, and so on.

and on the flipside it's like, fairly well documented and uncontroversial to say that a lot of transmascs participated in fujoshi circles for similar sorts of reasons with similar sorts of results

so while there do exist regular boys who use those sorts of avatars and do those other sorts of things, naturally it attracts a huge and wildly disproportionate -to an extent that is difficult to fully grasp- cohort of eggs and people who are just starting to work on gender things, whose character I am not commenting on here.

but like, the gender nonconformity of it is the point! it's the whole point!!! it is core to the experience of online anime subculture how can you miss thaaaaaaattttttt

[deervsheadlights]

prospect (2018) + text posts || part 4: ezra edition✨

part 1 • part 2 • part 3

[lucienarcheron]

Around the World - Part 1 [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Prostitute/Client Modern AU requested by a poor ‘nonnie ages ago. |

Genre: Humor/Romance/Fluff Rating: SFW (for part one anyways ;D) Recommended listen: Make Me Feel by Janelle Monáe

Elain was frustrated. She was tired. She was probably more pissed than she looked at the moment and she was also slightly tipsy. But not quite tipsy enough to forget that she was at some fancy hotel bar where her ex-boyfriend was schmoozing in the next room.

Grumbling to herself, she fumbled for the ringing phone that she had thrown somewhere in her purse and squinted at the screen. Nesta. Again.

“What?” she whined, leaning against the bar counter.

“I’m coming to pick you up. Where are you?” her older sister demanded and Elain scoffed.

“No, you're not. I don’t want to be picked up. I want to be left alone.”

“Elain, you will not be getting drunk and crying over Graysen because you saw him at this stupid party.  He is a piece of shit.”

“A piece of shit I thought loved me.” Elain mumbled and she heard Nesta sigh.

“Well, aren’t you glad you’re not dating a piece of shit then?”

“Maybe.” Elain replied with pursed lips, her eyes scanning the place around her. “I still can’t believe he dumped me.”

“It’s okay. I’ll break his neck eventually.”

Elain snorted. “I’m counting on it.”

“I already broke his nose. It won���t take much to break his neck.” Nesta responded through the phone and Elain giggled into her glass. It had been glorious watching Nesta deck him. “Now, where are you?”

“Nesta, don’t come. I’m going to stay here and find a really hot male prostitute to fuck me.” Elain whispered into the phone with another giggle, her eyes back to scanning the room and the line went silent.

“Excuse me?” Nesta said after a minute.

“I want to have sex with a really hot guy. It’s the least I deserve after that stupid, good-for-nothing asshole dumped me.”

“Not with a prostitute you’re not.”

“But they are professionals. I bet he’ll show me around the world. Graysen never did.”

“Elain, how much have you had to drink?”

“Only two glasses. I’m not drunk. I just want to have a nice night.”

“We can have a nice night at home. Where the hell are you?”

Elain pursed her lips, weighing her options. Let Nesta come pick her up to where Feyre was waiting at home to console her which was something she didn’t want or stay here and maybe make out with a nice stranger and drink in peace? The decision was almost too easy.

“You’ll never find me.” she deadpanned then blew a raspberry into the phone and ended the call.

Was she being childish?

Absolutely.

Did she care at the moment?

Absolutely not.

“You sound like you need another drink.” a voice spoke out next to her and Elain’s head whipped to the side.

Her eyes fell on the stranger next to her and she blinked. He was handsome. Red hair tied in a neat ponytail, dressed in a button-down shirt and dress pants.

The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to reveal his toned forearms and this made her eyes wander up to the way the rest of his shirt hugged his body. Her gaze kept going up until it locked on the fading scar running down his face, his eye that had seen better days, and the quirked brow that completed his look.

The stranger gave her an amused look as she bluntly checked him out and when the corner of his mouth turned up, Elain flushed deeply.

“I’m good.” she finally replied, her voice coming out like a squeak and the stranger chuckled.

“Didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you were talking rather loudly.” he continued and took a sip of his own drink. “Trying to drink your sorrows?”

“No. This place is too nice for that.” she replied, casually smoothing down her skirt and then looking back at the stranger. Something about him seemed familiar. “I’m the florist for the wedding party happening in the banquet hall. My job’s done so I’m rewarding myself.”

“Didn’t they have an open bar?” he asked curiously, his eyes never leaving her face. As if he too had seen her someplace.

“Rewarding myself away from them.” Elain clarified then took a sip of her own drink, averting her gaze from his. “There are people attending I don’t want to see.”

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

Elain turned her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “How much of my conversation did you listen to?”

“You were shouting for half the place to hear you.” he replied with a chuckle then he held out his hand. “I’m Lucien.”

“Elain.” she said, shaking his hand. She eyed him again and found him eyeing her. “Why are you here?”

“Dinner party. Shitty company so I left earlier to come sit here instead.” he said, giving her a half smile. She nodded her understanding then gave him a curious look that he returned.

“I feel like I’ve met you before.” she said.

“So have I.” he replied, leaning against the counter. “Weren’t you the florist that handled Spring Corps end-of-the-year banquet?”

Elain perked up with a wide smile. “Yes! I had so much fun planning that!”

“I thought so!” He said with a smile. He had only stared at her for most of the evening, like a creep. No big deal. “I used to work there. That was my last event actually.”

“Better opportunity?”

“And better people.” he replied, holding up his glass before taking a sip and Elain chuckled.

“Good for you... What is it you do anyways?”

“I’m a marketing manager for Velaris Inc.”

Elain’s body straightened and she let out a gasp. “You work for Rhys?”

“You know Rhys?” he asked with a blink.

“He’s my brother-in-law!” Elain said with a laugh.

“Rhys is your brother-in-law?” Lucien said with a blink then laughed. “You’re Feyre’s sister! I can’t believe we haven’t met before.”

Elain beamed then slid her glass over, moving to the bar stool that had been between them. He watched her movement and his lips twitched, turning his body to face her fully, their knees touching.

“This is so exciting! I’m sure Feyre has talked about you before and I just didn’t make the connection.” Elain gushed. “Do you like working with them? Feyre and Rhys can be annoying to be around when they don’t stop touching each other.”

Lucien snorted. “Annoying is an understatement but Feyre is one of my closest friends. She’s the one that actually helped me get the job... Rhys can be tolerable at times.” he said with an eye roll and a good-natured smile that made Elain laugh.

“I’m going to tell your boss you said he’s only tolerable.  I’m his favorite sister-in-law, he’ll listen to me. You’re going to get in trouble.” she said with a playful smirk and Lucien placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

“We’ve just met and you’re already throwing me under the bus? Strangers are horrible.”

She laughed again and shoved him lightly. “Technically, we’re not strangers anymore.” she said then lowered her voice for a dramatic effect. “I know where you work now.”

Lucien gasped, his drama matching hers. “A stalker! The horrors!”

“At least I’m a pretty stalker.” Elain replied with a cheeky grin, taking a sip from her glass and Lucien chuckled, his eyes slowly looking her up and down.

“That you are.”

They shared smiles and when Lucien opened his mouth next, the conversation between them became gushing. They talked about everything and anything, their drinks untouched next to them. An hour easily passed with the two of them sharing stories and what had started as a miserable evening for them both was now a night full of laughs.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve walked in on Rhys and Feyre fucking or about to fuck at work?” Lucien said and Elain crinkled her nose. “They never stop, dear god.”

“My rule is to call three times before I visit them. They get three warnings to make themselves decent before I arrive.” Elain replied, holding up three fingers then waved her hand. “Then I just start making annoying noises until they’re actually decent.”

“Annoying noises?” Lucien asked with a laugh. “What do those consist of?”

“Yodeling. Wailing. Animal noises.” she replied and grinned when his laughter continued. “Whatever strikes the mood really. Singing is always the last resort because I’m really terrible at it.”

He gave her a grin and pointed his finger at her. “I am definitely going to start doing that.” he said and she giggled. “Think they’ll fire me if I start yodeling to announce my arrival?”

“Tell them it was inspired by me. Maybe they’ll finally take the damn hint.” she replied and he snorted, gesturing for the bartender to refill their forgotten empty glasses.

“Elain! There you are.”

Both their heads swiveled towards the voice and Elain let out a low groan as Nesta came barreling towards them.

“That’s Nesta?” Lucien asked quietly.

“Yup.” she said with a sigh and turned to give her sister a thin smile. “Nesta. You came. Even though I asked you not to.”

“It took a bit to find the place...I didn’t want you to be alone.” Nesta replied and Lucien could tell wherever this woman went, she intimated everyone with her stance alone.

“I’m not alone.” Elain replied then gestured to Lucien with her glass. “This is Lucien. My designated lover for the night.”

Lucien almost choked on his drink but hid his smile in the glass before placing it back down and meeting Nesta’s horrified gaze.

“No. He’s not.” Nesta replied, crossing her arms and arching her brow.

“Indeed he is.” Elain said with a nod. “I told you on the phone I wanted to find someone. Here he is.”

“Hello.” he said, attempting not to burst out laughing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Keep your pleasure to yourself, thank you.” Nesta replied, holding a hand up, her eyes never leaving his face. She squinted. “I’ve seen you before.”

“That’s because he’s very popular in the agency.” Elain immediately interjected. “Something about redheads.”

Lucien’s lips twitched, his eyes darting to Elain then back to Nesta. He shrugged. “It gets a lot of people going apparently.”

Nesta’s nose flared and she shifted to glare at Elain. “I’m not going to let you spend the night with a strange sexual professional.”

“Male escort.” he corrected.

“Prostitute.” Elain corrected at the same time, giving him a wink and he snorted. “And you’re not going to let me do anything, Nesta. Lucien is going to show me around the world, aren’t you?”

“I plan to.” he replied with a smirk that heated Elain’s cheek.

“We’ve already booked a room.” she said, beaming at her sister. Nesta blinked, her posture rigid.

“Elain. If you’re joking, I think it’s time to stop now.”

Elain squinted and turned in her seat to face her sister properly. “Are you really going to deny me sexual pleasure, Nesta Archeron?”

Her sister rolled her eyes as Lucien again, tried really hard not to laugh. He was both aroused and very, very amused.

“I’m not going to deny you anything. I just think you should get it from someone who couldn’t potentially murder you in a hotel room.”

“Hey, I’m a professional. I would never do that.” Lucien objected with a frown.

“Exactly!” Elain agreed. “Besides, everyone knows you always dump the body in the river so the evidence washes away.”

Lucien let out a laugh as Nesta glared at her and then poked her head gently.

“How many drinks have you had?” she hissed and Elain pouted.

“I’m fine, Nesta! He’s a friend! It’s fine!” Elain replied, exasperated. “I’m fine. I appreciate you coming but I’ll be fine. Go back home.”

“I didn’t realize you befriended prostitutes.” she stated curtly and Lucien snorted.

“Prostitutes are people too, you know.” Lucien said, giving Nesta a look and she scowled at him.

“I never stated otherwise.” her curt tone sharpening.

“It’s the flower business. Really draws us in.” Lucien replied, his eyes on Elain now. “Also helps when there’s a cute girl selling the flowers.”

Elain tried hard not to smile when their eyes met and cleared her throat, turning back to Nesta.

“You’d be surprised how many come in for the nicest bouquets.”  Elain said with a nod toward her sister.

“It helps set up the mood.” Lucien said to Elain, nodding his agreement and Elain giggled.

Nesta’s expression turned sour and then she grabbed Lucien by the front of his shirt. He blinked at her.

“Can I help you?”

“I want your phone and ID. Now.”

“Nesta!” Elain objected but Lucien gave Nesta an amused look and then pulled out his phone and wallet, allowing Nesta to yank them both out of his hand. Elain and Lucien watched her dial a number in his phone until her own phone began ringing, then she pulled his ID from his wallet and took a picture of it. Glancing at him once more, she shoved both his phone and wallet back in his hand then gripped him by his shirt again.

“If anything should happen to my sister, I will find you and murder you so viciously they won’t even find dust particles of you.” she said quietly. “Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” he replied promptly and Nesta let him go. She glared at him once more then turned to Elain and patted her on the head.

“Have fun. Use a condom.”

“Thanks mom.” Elain grumbled and Nesta flashed her a small smile before shooting Lucien another glare and then leaving.

A silence fell between the two for the first time since they sat next to each other, Elain mortified and Lucien beyond amused.

“I’m not sure if I should be offended or flattered she believed that I could be a high-end hooker.” he finally said and Elain groaned, immediately leaning down to hide her face on the counter. Lucien finally burst out laughing and she lifted her head to playfully glare at him.

“I’m very offended she believed that I could only get laid if it was with a high-end hooker.” Elain replied with a frown and Lucien laughed again.

“How badly does she think you need a good fuck?” He asked rather bluntly and Elain turned bright red.

“I — it was — that’s a very personal question!”

“You told your sister I’m your male entertainment for the night, I think we’re past that.” He said teasingly and Elain hung her head with another groan. He chuckled but his gaze lingered on her.

Elain’s cheeks flushed when she looked up and met his gaze. Their conversation had been well but everything that had been said when Nesta showed up took it down a different path. A path she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Though she would like to kiss him. Maybe more. Maybe.

“Maybe I should just leave...enough embarrassment for one night.” she muttered, giving him a small smile.

“Why the rush? I never said I wouldn’t be able to help you.” he said quietly, the corner of his lips turned up.

She blinked at him.

“Huh?”

“I may not be a male prostitute but I can promise to show you around the world.” he said in that same quiet tone.

“That’s a big promise.” she said quietly, though heat had already pooled low in her stomach. She was so attracted to him.

“One I intend to spend all night fulfilling.” Lucien replied, a finger tracing the top of his glass, his eyes never wavering from her flushed face. “If you’ll let me.”

So Elain found herself once again, weighing her options for the night. She could spend the night with this fine specimen, getting what could potentially be a fuck of a lifetime or she could go home and well...her vibrator was her other option.

The decision was once again, too easy.

Elain leaned forward and fisted both hands in the front of his dress shirt, pulling him half off his bar stool against her and crashing her lips into his. Lucien immediately responded, a hand cupping her face and the other on her neck, guiding her to lean further into him. The kiss was heated, the tension that had been between them only increasing as Lucien nipped at her bottom lip and if the way his tongue was working with hers gave any indication of what he could do with it in other places, Elain was in for a ride.

He pulled away from her after a moment and Elain stared at him breathless.

“We’re going to need to book that room.” he said quietly.

“Yes. Yes, we will.” she replied and he grinned.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” he said, leaning in to kiss her once more but pausing inches away from her lips with a worried expression. “Or I mean, if you do want to go that’s fine —I just —before I book the room —”

Elain tugged him closer, shutting him up and getting the kiss he had denied her, before gently letting him go. “Let’s go book that room.”

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Guardian | S01E33

Chinese Drama - 2018, 40 episodes

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