#please give me a part two

[jabbagabba]

Paul : “May thy knife chip and shatter.”

Feyd-Rautha *confused, a little turned on* :

[always-a-joyful-note]

Enstars sure is an experience. Did I miss anything?

[pasta-pardner]

sixguns & innuendo

[dovewingkinnie]

shuichi and kirie waaaAaAAAAAAAAAAAH

[thebroccolination]

As someone who has never been interested in vampires, I am extremely excited for BounPrem's vampire series.

It's partially because I love BounPrem, sure, but it's mostly because I respect the amount of very professional research and preparation Boun has committed to the role over the past several years.

I just think his artistry should be honored by my diligent attention.

Boun is a professional vampire fetishist, and that man will neck like no man has ever necked before.

[the-tired-commander]

Building a Pride Flag.....2!

Hello again! After how well last years went, I wanted to come back and make another flag! This year i'll be using the Progressive Flag (thank you to everyone who voted in my poll to decide!)

If I get too many characters for this layout to work, I will be altering it so the side stripes are on the top and bottom instead!

So! Here is where you come in! I'm hoping to make this flag out of all of your excellent characters!

Simply reblog whichever colour post you think they fit best with and add on a picture for me! It's as simple as that! You're absolutely welcome to send me many characters, in fact I would love it if you did! Last year I collected 170 characters, and i'd love to get even more this year. If you submitted characters last year and would like me to use them again, let me know! I can easily access the screens from last year!

I'll be running this until the end of June! I will make multiple posts when the cutoff point is getting near!

I look forward to seeing all your characters!

RED ORANGE YELLOW GREEN DARK BLUE PURPLE BLACK BROWN LIGHT BLUE PINK WHITE

Please make sure you use this years posts!

Below the cut for a little more information about what i'm looking for!

When sending screens, please make sure I can see your characters properly!

Too far away means I can't really show off your character!

(this is a glitch screen but it gets the point across) If i added Opehlia onto the flag like this, she'd either be very small or I might have to stretch her.

Close up shots can work, but that's mostly up to you! If you wanna just show off your characters face, that's perfectly fine!

Absolutely take screens using emotes and skills! They're a lot of fun to work with and can really show off your characters!

Damai using a skill vs Alvida from the character select screen, I would use either screen happily but the motion shot shows off Damai a little better!

I will do my absolute best to get your back pieces and weapons in!

If your computer can handle it, higher graphics is nice to work with. Again, this is all about showing off your characters and higher graphics help with that.

PLEASE DO NOT FEEL LIKE YOU CAN'T TAKE PART IF YOUR COMPUTER CAN'T HANDLE HIGHER GRAPHICS! I WILL STILL INCLUDE YOUR CHARACTERS!

A background that contrasts your character will make my job a lot easier when I am cutting them out to put them on the flag.

This makes for a very easy edit! I will still happily work with any screens I am given!

If you want to edit your screens or send screens you have previously edited, you are welcome to! Especially if you want to add features that you can't have in game.

If there's anything else you'd like to know, please please reach out to me. I want to make this fun for everyone to take part in!

I will tag people that take part in the final result, if you do not want to be tagged, please tell me!

Happy Pride month in advance to all you lovely people!

Here's last years so you can have an idea of what you'd be taking part in!

[skitskatdacat63]

"Bring on The Dancing Horses"(x) - Echo and The Bunnymen × Ferrari Drivers

[conkers-thecosy]

I have to be honest with you, the complete and utter disrespect some folks show to fanfic writers really chafes my tits some days.

If you're someone who's out there and cocking your leg to piss up against someone who uses their (quite likely limited) free time to make free stuff, for fun, and for the love of the craft and the story, you are an absolute disease.

Especially when you're a fellow fic writer yourself.

I have no time for it, I'm afraid. You get a one-way ticket to block-town, and that's it.

[tequiilasunriise]

"Blake, are your parents dating my mom?"

"...Meow."

@min3nc's post about Snowleopard ripped open the Pandora Box that is some of my headcanons about this throuple (and the subsequent Bellaschneeblings interactions in my post here) so sit tight y'all this list is gonna be long because I absolutely adore this healthy bi4bi4bi poly pilf couple that foils whatever the fuck Divorce Mcgees Summer, Raven, n Tai had going on (don't get me wrong, I adore str-crossed lovers, especially whatever the fuck Rosebird had, but cmon you could power a small nation off of their Divorce Energy alone)

-They have zero in-canon interactions but the thought of Willow slowly healing and learning to love again from two characters shown to be incredibly sweet and patient and understanding and oh so gentle and tender and earnest? Guys this alone should sell you on the ship like!! LIKE!!!

-WILLOW HEALING FROM HER ABUSIVE MARRIAGE TRAUMA WITH THE HEALTHIEST COUPLE!! GHIRA AND KALI TAG TEAMING TO VALIDATE AND SMOTHER THE SHIT OUTTA THIS ENDEARING MILF WITH SO MUCH LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!

-Takes a deep breath. Wowie. Do y'all get it though do y'all understand the vision?

-I need me vulnerable Willow asking the Pilfadonnas fer parenting advice and the pair to be more than happy to help their girlfriend just so eager to help!! They're so reassuring and tender with her, making sure she doesn't feel like a terrible shit fer asking fer help about this like, "Oh, oh sweetheart. You've been through so much, and it's a good thing you're fighting fer your second chance to be the mother your children need and deserve. It's alright, darling, we're right here with you."

-Furthermore, Willow would feel so much guilt eating at her for her ex-husband's crimes against the Faunus as a whole and the Pilfadonnas, the leaders of the Faunus themselves, would help talk through her guilt and affirm that Willow is not to blame fer bullshit Jacques pulled and help her with the process of finding a good therapist like like like!!! There's so much shit here guys!!!

-"It was by marrying me that Jacques gained access to the resources tied to the Schnee name and carved out the world. I didn't do anything to stand up to him and stop him from ruining my family's name, and so by doing nothing I'm a part of his sins."

"....Babygirl we love you so much but there's SO MUCH wrong to unpack here."

-Also Willow deserves to be bisexually panicked by two hot cat people bc I said so she just deserves okay trust trust trust

-Anyways, the Schneeblings are mad sus of the Pilfadonnas at first because they ALLLLL know what kinda abusive bullcrap their mom went through in her dead marriage with Jackass Schnee but all eventually coming around to really love Ghira's and Kali's seemingly endless unconditional love (Weiss was the quickest to adapt, then Winter, and finally little Whitley)

-The Pilfadonnas are so sweet and loving to their new kids and see 'em as their own straight up but don't pressure any typa connection and respect the Schneeblings so much like, "I would prefer just Kali, but if calling me Ms. Belladonna makes you more comfortable then go right ahead sweetheart" LIKE THEYRE JUST THE BEST STEPARENTS EVER SO MUCH VALIDATION AND PATIENCE AND SWEETNESS!!!

-"Chieftain Ghira, sir, it's good to see you."

"Winter, while I won't stop you from calling me by that title if that's what makes you the most comfortable, you don't have to be so strict with yourself. There's no need to address me like you're a military subordinate, sweetheart."

"...I would die for you, sir."

"Oh! Um! I'm very grateful for that, but, uh, let's also not huh? Wouldn't want you dying anytime soon ahahahaaa."

"You're right, sir, the Maiden powers should not be so carelessly tossed around."

".....Alright so we're going to go find you a good therapist and start working on your sense of personhood-"

-The Pilfadonnas introduce the concept of therapy and healthier coping mechanisms to all of the Schnees REALNESS

-"But OP wouldn't Weiss already have learned that from her super supportive friends?" Weiss' found family is incredible but healthy coping mechanisms are NOT part of that package deal holy shit hypertraumatized child soldiers left and righttt baby

-Anyways, one time Whitley slipped and accidentally called Ghira "Hey dad-" and everyone FROZE before Whitley rushed his question and then ran the f u c k off as Ghira started wiping tears with Kali holding him close and Willow being so emotional at the her son finally has a solid, good father figure in his life oMG HES STARTING TO ACCEPT THE PILFADONNAS!!!

-Eventually, the Schneeblings graduate to calling the Pilfadonnas just Kali and Ghira (and Blake calling Willow by her first name was already established back when she was crashing Schnee Manor in V8 so we chilling) but Whitley, oh my heart, sometimes slips with a 'mama' or 'dad' to his stepparents and down the line he even stops getting embarrassed over it and GOSH does it melt the Pilfadonnas' hearts everytime he calls 'em that it doesn't matter if it's the tenth or the hundredth time they're sosossooo soft

-One time Weiss was practicing her fencing stances and didn't realize the Pilfadonnas were watching her, and then when they started to praise how amazing her swordsmanship is? Babygirl actually starts to cry a little because it was always, "You need to be faster, Schnees aren't supposed to be so slow" and "What would your grandfather say if he saw such sloppy forms? Again!" and never, "Oh, Weiss, honey, you were wonderful out there! You must have trained very hard to be so good!"

-If you give any of the Schneeblings a fucken shred of unconditional praise they will crumple faster than a stale cookie. On a daily basis, Weiss jokes and asks Blake how the FUCK did she not end up more well-adjusted (she knows about the bullshit with Adam but Weiss also knows that Blake is aware she's just messing around)

-So we've established some headcanons of the Schneelings interacting with the Pilfadonnas, but hear me out awkward as fuck Blake and Willow interactions bc Willow has NO IDEA how to interact with her daughter's teammate turned stepdaughter???

-Because, you know, "Oh uh hey my ex-husband exploited and abused the shit out the Faunus for years on end and you were one of the people heavily affected to the point where you, as a literal child, turned to a life of vigilante terrorist justice as a form of fighting back for your own basic rights"

-Blake, like her parents, completely understand that Willow had nothing to with Jackass' cruelty and instead gives her new stepmom an easy smile and starts talking small talk about Weiss' adventures with Team RWBY and!! Yeah!! Willow genuinely wants to know what's been going on in her daughter's life since she was so absent from it during her alcoholic days

-The pair bond over a shared loved of Weiss, and at one point Willow says, "If it isn't overstepping, can I just say I am truly fortunate that Weiss has someone like you in her life to support her" and Blake chuckles softly and replies, "It wasn't easy at first, but yeah, I'm glad she's in my life too" AND ARGAGRGRHRH THE BONDINGGGG

-Speaking of bonding, imagine the Pilfadonnas vibing with Klein and bonding over tea together, and seeing their adoptive dad figure Klein vibe with their new steparents may or may not have sped up Whitley and Winter warming up to the Pilfadonnas justttt a litttttlleee

-When Kali and Ghira see their stepkids flinch at loud voices or innocently raised hands, when they notice the low self-esteem Winter still carries or Whitley's facade of maturity so that adult figures actually acknowledge him, in front of the kids they're very respectful and apologetic of accidental triggers without being patronizing, but when they're alone? Straight fucking murder in their eyes. The Pilfadonnas are fucken e n r a g e d they're fucken seething because how dare Jackass Schnee hurt these sweet kids so fucking much

-They make sure neither the Schneeblings nor Willow are around when they let out their furious vents to each other absolutely slandering Jackass' name with clenched fists and bared fangs because they don't want their anger to trigger anyone but yeahhhh. Yeah, if Jacques is still out there we're adding two bisexual cat pilfs to the waiting list fer ripping his head off

-ANYWAYS, on a lighter note, can y'all imagine the Belladonnas are vibing and purring together all comfy and shit and the Schnees see them and are like, "Shit man they're so HEALTHY and FUNCTIONAL what the HECK??"

-Blake groaning, "Dadddddd!!" when her dad pulls up with family albums to talk about his precious daughter's childhood and, "Not you too mom!!!" when Kali excitedly joins in. As Blake is play wrestling with her parents to get the photobooks away, the Schnees are just witnessing this in various levels of amused but also kinda like, "Damn wow is this what a healthy family's supposed to look like dannggg that's crazzzzzyyyyyyyy"

-Vacations to Menagerie where the Belladonnas playfully make fun of their sunburnt as all hell white family members, and even though some Faunus are wary of the visiting Schnees, others are more open to giving these guys a chance and hey!! Turns out the SDC is actually going to be a good company after the shit Jacques Schnee pulled. Imagine the healing between Faunus relations and the Schnee family name when Willow and her kids pull up to help wherever and however they can

-I'm just saying family dinners would be so healthy and healing fer Willow and her kids after years filled with so many isolated, lonely, suffocating as hell dinners when Jacques still walked these halls. Instead of stiff etiquette and barbed questions throw their way by a spiteful bitchass with a clip-on tie, there's warm laughter and jovial banter thrown about; genuine inquires about their day/interests that lead to invested conversation and freely given praise; large, beaming smiles from three dark color-schemed people who radiantly glow like the sun. It's like the Belladonnas breathed back life into the hollowed out Schnees who barely survived all the different ways jackass had hurt them, and that's just so fucken lovely to think about

[goldkirk]

I think I’m finally writing a story fam

[causticsunshine]

Begging You, Please (Keep Your Hands on Me)

for @subharryficfest round II ♡

explicit | H/L | multichap | non-famous, est. relationship, BDSM AU | sequel to You Can Lay Your Hands on Me

After a successful first shot at incorporating BDSM into their relationship, Harry and Louis make plans to spend their first summer together indulging in as much playtime as possible. If there are some learning curves and speedbumps along the way, well—isn’t that just the way life goes?

A sequel/continuation of ‘You Can Lay Your Hands on Me’, where Harry’s very sweet and caring boyfriend also becomes his dom. 

(please check the tags and A/N before reading!)

read on ao3

[jojosgaylittleadventure]

This is the fourth fic in my Josuyaus series that takes place while they're still in high school You can find my series here I also have a master post of all my Josuyasu writing here

Summary: After a study session gone wrong, Josuke finds himself needing somewhere he can feel safe and at home and that some where turns out to be Okuyasu. Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, the following tags are not from/between the ship (just an fyi), Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Side Character/Main Character Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Victim Blaming

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

Do it for her and Do it for him Abby and Lev memes

(made by me)

[missusruin]

Sorry for all the text posts lately but I wanted to say thank you to the anon(s) that gave the super super generous tips a few days ago! Yall are single-handedly funding my pc upgrade OTL I'm so excited to actually have a computer that can run animation/video editing/streaming programs without freezing ;;;;;;

[hydrachea]

My Giant Japanese Mecha Can't Be This Gap Moe

[fawnandshadows]

Christmas Tree Farm

Word Count: 2k

AO3

Warnings: Language

Pairings: three brothers x three sisters, Elriel centric

MERRY, MERRY, MERYY Christmas to my beloved @nikethestatue . Thank you so much for your friendship this past year, and I hope you enjoy you gift 🥹🫶🏻

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Elain asked, her nose scrunched as she looked at the three men tying a tree to the top of Azriel’s truck.

“No,” Nesta answered for them, in a voice as cold as the early December air. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her puffy coat, and Elain could see her sister shivering beneath the layers she piled on. “They don’t.”

“Nessy, baby,” Cassian said in a strained voice, his neck crooked as he tried to avoid a spindly branch as he fastened a knot. “You know your attitude gives me a hard on, but I can’t flirt right now.”

They collectively gagged, all five of them who weren’t named Nesta. She simply smiled while the rest of them tried to ignore all mentions of Cassian’s penis.

“Weird you get turned on by the Loch Ness Monster.” Rhys said from the opposite side of the truck, and from the way the tree jostled Elain could tell he was trying to tighten his side of the chords.

Elain could feel Nesta’s self-control slowly snapping like a rope being pulled in two directions until nothing but a small thread existed. She scrambled for a way to break the tension, knowing the animosity between her sister and Rhysand had been growing this holiday season.

Ever since Rhys proposed to Feyre, their youngest sister. Elain was happy when Feyre showed her the dazzling sapphire on her finger, but Nesta was furious. She started lecturing Feyre on how they had only been dating a year and that at 20 there was still so much left for her to experience. Elain winced when Nesta mentioned she couldn’t even drink at her bachelorette party.

Nesta and Rhys had never gotten along, but the more Feyre created her own life with Rhysand, the more desperately Nesta tried to hang on to her sister. Afraid she was creating a life without her. And Rhys…as much as Elain loved him…was an ass to Nesta — he knew exactly what words to say to push her over the edge, but Cassian was always there to comfort her. Nesta never ceased to remind him that he was five years older than Feyre, and Rhys always reminded her that she needed Feyre more than Feyre needed her.

Elain opened her mouth to ask if they needed any help, but the sound of snow crunching under boots and Feyre’s sweet voice saved her from salvaging the situation.

“How’s it going?” Feyre asked, carrying a red plastic tray with styrofoam to-go mugs of steaming cider balancing on it.

Rhysand immediately let go of his side of the chord, slackening the rope and inadvertently causing Cassian to stumble, and he rushed to his fiancé’s side to take the tray from her hands.

“I got it, love.” Rhys said as he leaned down to kiss Feyre, whose cheeks were red from more than just the cold.

“Thank you,” Feyre said, taking one of the cups off of the tray and bringing it to her lips. Her golden brown hair long and straight underneath her purple beanie. She gazed up at her fiancé with so much love Elain felt like she should be looking away, the same type of feeling you get when you look at the sun for too long. “I thought this would warm us up.”

Elain reached for one, sending her sister a thankful smile and hugging the styrofoam cup between her mittened hands. She blew gently over the opening, her lips puckered as her eyes drifted to the tall man that walked up behind her.

Azriel leaned forward to grasp one of the ciders, leaning much too close to Elain. His scent of cedar completely enveloping her and causing her mind to muddle. Which wasn’t how she should be feeling, especially considering she had a boyfriend who already was probably already freaking out because she wasn’t answering his texts. The spotty service at the Christmas Tree Farm refused to push her texts through, but had no trouble accepting them.

Graysen was already worried about her and Azriel living together…and Elain only partly understood it. Azriel was absurdly beautiful, and to say otherwise would be a lie. But it wasn’t as if they lived alone together, her sisters and his brothers lived with them. All six of them living together in Rhysands townhouse in the center of the city. Graysen had been hounding her to move in with him, but Elain wasn’t ready to leave her family just yet. She just wished Graysen would believe her, but he was constantly plaguing her with texts:

Is Azriel with you?

Are you home?

Send pics.

Elain made the mistake of sending him a pic of family game night, scrabble tiles splayed on the table and half full glasses of wine. Feyre, drowning in one of her fiancé’s cream sweaters, was smiling brightly since Rhysand had his arm slung over her shoulder with his cheek pressed into hers. Nesta was hiding a smile and fake glaring at Cassian, who held a strand of her hair smushed between his upper lip and nose like a mustache. And Azriel was smiling politely at the camera, one hand placed on Elain’s thigh, and Elain had her head tilted close to his just to make sure everyone could fit into the frame. She had forgotten that she was in Azriel’s Steelers sweatshirt, not thinking twice about the way Azriel was touching her.

Elain, apparently, looked too happy in the picture.

Graysen didn’t even respond. He simply drove to her house and banged on the door — it all happened so fast that Elain could barely remember what he said. She just remembered grabbing his arm and pleading with him to stop yelling at Azriel. The only word that Elain heard him say clearly was slut which caused Azriel to slug Graysen in the jaw. Cassian rushed to hold his brother back, though Elain could tell he wanted nothing more than to lay in on Graysen himself, and it was only Elain’s tear-stained face that stopped him.

Ever since then Graysen dropped in periodically, but he would be met with nothing but glares from her family and Elain’s tentative smile. Nothing explosive has happened since that one night, but Elain was always careful not to set him off.

Her phone pinged, drawing her out of her memories, and Elain looked to see a message from:

??????

She tried to respond, but the green text bubble just mocked her. With a sigh she shoved the phone back in her pocket and adjusted her mittens.

“Everything ok?” Azriel asked with a pulled brow, standing close enough to her that the others couldn’t hear.

The cold had turned his cheeks red with a flush, and his leather jacket was zipped all the way up with his cobalt scarf tucked into it. The scarf Elain had knitted for him last year — she made one for everyone in her family, but Azriel wore it more often than anyone else. So she knitted him matching mittens and a hat, one that would keep his ears warm and had a little pom on top, for his gift this year.

Elain even stitched in a little gnome design, knowing how much he enjoyed them around Christmas. She had a gnome statue that Azriel adored, and this year she got the little guy two more gnome buddies so he wouldn’t be lonely.

“Just trying to text Graysen, but the messages won’t go through.” Elain replied with a tense smile, wanting to quash the agitation she saw in Azriel’s features.

“He didn’t want to come?”

“I didn’t invite him,” Elain admitted, chewing on her lip and shifting on her feet. “It’s a family event. Getting a tree for our home.”

“You’re happier without him,” Azriel said bluntly, his knuckles turning white around his cider. Elain opened her mouth to defend her relationship, but Azriel kept going. “Don’t lie to me,” his hazel eyes burned as he gazed down at her. “You don’t smile when he’s around. Which is a shame,” Her breath turned to icicles in her lungs. His chilled hand came up to caress her jaw, his thumb dusting over her lips. “You have a beautiful smile, Elain. The world should see it more.”

Azriel quickly dropped his hand and the cold air stung her cheek.

“We just have to tighten the knots,” Cassian said in a booming voice, one arm over Nesta’s shoulder as she huddled into his warmth, burrowing into his red plaid coat. “And then we’re good to go,” He brought one hand up to take a sip of his cider. Nesta mumbled into his chest. “What’s that Nes?”

Nesta pulled her head back long enough to say, “You better not have picked a tree with a spider's nest.” before pressing her face back into his chest.

“But I heard they’re your favorite breakfast? Right after the hearts of innocence.” Rhysand said, pathetically shrugging at Feyre’s stern look.

Nesta pulled her head back to retort, but Cassian capture her lips in a heated kiss to distract her.

“Ignore him, Nes, he’s just sad the flurries are messing up his hair.”

“I’m wearing a hat, dick.” Rhysand said, but he sent a questioning look to Feyre anyway.

“You look handsome,” Feyre said, raising to her tiptoes to kiss his nose. “Very sexy.” Rhysand relaxed a bit at her words.

“Are you cold?” Azriel asked, his expression worried.

“A bit.” Elain admitted, taking another sip.

She watched as Azriel unzipped his jacket and opened his arms. For a second she bit her lip in hesitation, but a gust of wind blew some powdery snow into her face and Elain took shelter in his embrace. One arm sliding underneath his jacket and behind his back. Her cheek pressed against his soft sweater.

“Cashmere?” Elain asked into his chest, ignoring the flutters she felt as Azriel wrapped his arms around her and tucked his chin on top of her head.

“Mmhm.” Azriel responded and Elain felt the vibrations through his chest.

“I’m going to break up with him,” Elain whispered, her eyes shut tight. “But I’m scared.”

His body stilled and tensed at the words.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Azriel asked in a dark, even voice.

“Please.”

Azriel opened his mouth to respond, but Feyre cleared her throat. Silently asking for everyone's attention.

Elain opened her eyes and stood on her tip toes to see her sister. Azriel pivoted slightly to accommodate her.

“We have an announcement,” Feyre said, smiling nervously. “We were going to wait, but it’s so pretty here—” she spread her arms wide and gestured to the array of green trees dusted in snow, and the twinkling lights hung around the Christmas tree farm.

“You’re pregnant,” Nesta said in a cold voice, her glare narrowing in on Rhysand. “That’s why you’re getting married.”

Rhysand rolled his eyes and was about to respond, but Feyre placed a hand on his chest.

“No,” Feyre said, and sent an imploring look to her sister, begging her to be nice. “We set a date for the wedding,” She peered up at Rhysand, who motioned for her to continue with a smile. “New Years Eve.”

“That’s less than a month away.” Nesta said, about to take a step forward, but Cassian huddled her closer to his chest.

“Of next year,” Feyre explained, her brilliant smile not dimming from her sister's frosty look. “We need time to plan the wedding of Rhysand’s dreams.”

“You deserve the best, Feyre Darling.” Rhys purred, kissing his fiancé’s cheek.

“It will be beautiful.” Elain said, her voice not faltering as all of their eyes turned her way and saw her wrapped in Azriel.

“Obviously,” Feyre continued, her smile growing. “I’m going to need bridesmaids.”

“And I’ll need groomsmen.” Rhys said, smiling over Feyre’s head.

“I always knew Rhysie would ask me to marry him one day.” Cassian whispered loudly into Nesta’s ear, causing everyone to chuckle.

Feyre raised a pointing, gloved hand at Cassian and said, “Stop flirting with my fiancé or I’ll start to get jealous.”

“I’m really enjoying this conversation and all,” Nesta said, her teeth chattering. “But maybe we could continue it in the car. On the way home. With my butt warmer on.”

Nesta and Feyre squeeze into the back of the truck, and Elain sat waiting in the front middle seat. Her unofficial assigned seat as the shortest member of their family, but spending an hour sitting next to Azriel made her feel warm on the inside, so she didn’t care about the fact that she was missing a butt warmer.

Soon enough the boys slid into the car and Elain found Azriel pressing into her side, his arm slung over the back of the bench seat.

Elain hesitated for a moment before laying her head on his shoulder. She could practically feel him grinning at the contact.

The radio came on with the car and a warm burst of air came through the vent. Her eyes fell shut and she felt herself drifting away to the sounds of her family bickering and Nat King Cole’s voice crooning through the speakers.

She shifted more into Azriel, her body relaxing as she let herself fall asleep.

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