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We are back!

And that with another surprise which is all about your acotar summertime / holiday reading material.

This time there will be a little twist, though: I won't be choosing the stories alone (as I am already setting up the advent calendar again hehe) but with your help!

In the next days I will open a form where you can submit your favourite fics to suggest to other people so that they can read it on their breaks or during their holidays or whenever they want to.

What is important, what is accepted:

all ships (also x reader/oc)

nsfw and sfw stories (explicit stories if tagged correctly)

long stories and short fics

This is your chance to give a shout-out to your most beloved creators and their wonderful stories!☀️

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I have a praise kink but also I do not believe u

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Feyre +Rhys 📫🎨💞

✿ art by @artbysanse (Instagram)

✿ comm by me

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Tbh the problem with ship wars is that everyone tries to find a moral high ground to prove their ship is superior when actually shipping should be about making two characters kiss like a kid playing with barbie dolls

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That Single Thread of Gold [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Inspired by @eospaint lovely elucien piece here. I went a little nuts in the tags of it but then couldn't contain it and had to write this little fic! I love writing elucien being caught up in their awkward feelings stage. I hope you enjoy! | AO3

He told himself it was for the best if he didn't see her this time. It was almost always awkward. Tense. Lucien could do without the stress of their uncomfortable interactions this visit; he was here to see Feyre, after all. He had given Feyre enough notice that she would inform Elain and there would be no need for them to cross paths. They had no need to see each other, especially when she had clearly never expressed the desire to see him anyway. 

So Lucien sat and waited in Feyre’s living room, let in by one of the twins. He sat and waited and tried not to let the crumpled pieces of his stupid heart hope. Tried not to set himself up for disappointment. His fingers drummed on his knees as he glanced towards the half open door, waiting for his friend to arrive. 

Instead, her scent flooded his senses. 

And then she appeared in the doorway. 

Lucien didn’t know what to do with himself as she blinked at him in surprise, almost as shocked as he was that she was standing there. 

Elain hadn’t even meant to stumble into the room. She knew he was coming today – Feyre had given her the heads up but – but something about her had been different today. Today felt different and she wasn’t sure why. Normally, Elain had no desire to meet him and allow herself to feel all the things she did whenever he was close. Normally, she was very good at being a coward and avoiding him. 

But today…that tug of the bond had pulled her into the room before she could stop it or realize what was happening.

She stood by the door and blinked, then blinked again. Elain hadn’t even realized he was already here.

Lucien stood immediately and as anticipated, the expected awkwardness unfurled between them, quickly followed by that strained tension.

Touch. Taste. Claim.

Lucien fisted his hands by his side and instead bowed graciously, murmuring, “My lady.” 

He said nothing more as his mate watched him, a muscle flexing in his jaw at her gaze, because here she was staring at him like she had no idea what to do with him and Lucien felt heat rise in his body. He swallowed, then cleared his throat and casually said, “I’m here to see Feyre. It seems she’s running a little late.”

“Oh.” is all Elain could think to reply and a flicker of emotion passed his expression quicker than she could read it. She licked her lips, her hands fisting in the folds of her dress and Elain couldn’t help but catalog every inch of him; she normally didn’t allow herself to look at him for too long and Elain wasn’t sure what it was this time around compelling her to take him in. 

Was it because it had been a while since she’d seen him? Was it the lack of sleep? Was it the thread of gold that chafed at her whenever he was in the general vicinity? He always seemed to handle himself so well around her despite what Elain had heard about the mating bond doing to males; he always handled himself so well.

She wished he’d yell at her, if only once. So she had a reason to actually avoid him. So she had a reason to resist him, to be justified in cowering. 

But no. He was always so polite.

Realizing a few moments had passed and she hadn’t said anything, Elain cleared her throat and said, “I’m not sure when Feyre will be back.”

Lucien tried not to fidget beneath her gaze despite the urge to shift on his feet. She’d never looked at him so directly before. It was unnerving him but Lucien didn’t let himself hope. He squashed down any possible emotions he could feel and instead nodded. “I understand. I’ll take my leave then.” he said and gave her a thin smile. “She knows where to find me.” 

He didn’t allow himself another word and instead, took a step aiming to leave but – but then Elain took a step towards him and he froze. 

All her senses went on high alert as Elain realized that she too had paused in that half step. A half step she had taken towards him before – long ago. Her eyes widened slightly and she watched as Lucien’s brows furrowed, his body strained as her pulse quickened beneath her skin, her heart pounding.

Lucien tilted his head, straightening, her reaction confusing him. “Is there something else I can help you with?” he asked tightly. 

And it was Elain’s turn to swallow because she didn’t know. Was there something else he could help her with? She hadn’t been alone with him in – in a long while. She had made sure of it.

She went out of her way not to actively think about him, not to have him in her mind so he wouldn’t follow her in her dreams the way he did anyway on so many nights. But now he was here standing in front of her and she wasn't sure what to do with him.

Her pulse was fluttering and Elain wanted to be angry with him even though none of this was really his fault. She wanted to be mean to him even though he didn’t deserve it. She just wanted someone who sees how wretched she feels about it all. She wanted someone to see behind her stupid fake smiles and her distance from him. She wanted someone to understand why.

And the longer she stood staring at him, the more Lucien seemed to read her mind. That single thread of gold between them…he seemed to understand the whirlwind of feelings she was battling and his expression softened for a moment. Like he really did see.

Elain almost hated that even more but she wasn’t even sure why and the thought threatened to release tears she had no business showing in front of him. Her bottom lip trembled for a breath before she straightened and shook her head.

Lucien stood still for a moment then forced himself to take a step then another until he stood in front of her and slowly, held out his hand. Then waited.

Because he could feel her. He could hear her heart and Lucien couldn’t stop himself from trying to bring her comfort in some way. The instincts beneath his skin wouldn't let him walk away when he knew his mate was on the verge of tears, even when Lucien had no idea if he was the reason for them.

This fae life – this mating bond had been thrust on her and the way she had been pretending to adjust since then was one of the main reasons he never pushed. He felt her confusion, her inner turmoil. He knew what it was like to swallow it all and play pretend. The least he could do was allow himself to be the guiding light through the dark for her. Even if he wasn’t sure she’d want that from him. Lucien couldn’t help but offer. 

Elain glanced down at his hand and she felt her throat tighten. They didn’t touch. They rarely even stood so close. Did she want to touch him? She didn’t know what his skin felt like but in her dreams – in her sleep she wondered – she felt like she knew – 

Before she could let herself doubt any further and even as the battle of emotions threatened to swallow her whole, Elain couldn’t help but slowly, carefully slide her hand in his. 

And it felt – it felt –

Elain felt herself take a breath. She waited for the discomfort. For the prickling anxiety that usually haunted her. For the wretchedness to snap at her heels.  

But his hand was softer than she imagined. Strong, calloused – a warrior’s hand but – it didn’t feel bad at all. It felt…better than expected. It was gentle. Warm.

She glanced at him then away, suddenly embarrassed and truly not sure what to do with herself. He was so patient and it only made her feel so much worse about herself. She owed him nothing and he owed her nothing and yet…

Lucien only held out his other hand and Elain met his gaze as he gave her a small knowing smile.

Elain’s throat bobbed and even as she slid her other hand into his, she whispered, “Why?”

The simple question seemed to make Lucien’s shoulders sag because even to Elain, her one question asked about a hundred more. Why was he still here? Why did he still try with her? Why did she hesitate to even speak with him? Why did she hide? 

Why? Why? Why?

“Because you looked like you needed some comfort.” he said quietly and shrugged. “And I know what it’s like to need a steady hand.” 

And it was like he’d snatched the breath from her throat. 

Had her sisters been right about what a mating bond could do for those blessed with one? About what her mate could do for her? Was it indeed a blessing then? Had she really only been hurting herself with her distance? She had only slid her hand in his, touching him so very lightly and yet…with this simple touch, Elain had found herself willing to stand in this room with him a little longer.

“A steady hand?” she repeated softly and the brush of his thumb against the back of her hand seemed involuntary.

“A steady hand and a good friend make all the difference.” he said and hoped his yearning wasn’t too obvious as she met his gaze again. 

“A good friend?” she repeated once more and the corner of his mouth lifted, the movement highlighting his scar as he nodded.

“Indeed.”

A friend. 

The thought seemed to hit Elain so suddenly and the sheer longing of it almost overwhelmed her. 

A friend. 

She needed one more than she could put into words and Elain could only stare at her mate. The rapid beating of her heart seemed so loud in the silence between them but for once, it was a comfortable silence. 

Comfortable enough that Elain found herself asking so very quietly as roses bloomed on her cheeks, “Do you happen to know any good friends available?”

His lips twitched and Lucien was sure the rapid beating of his own heart now matched hers as he answered in that same quiet tone, “I daresay, I have the perfect person in mind.” 

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Elain and Lucien accepting the bond. I know Elain would bake something special. 🍰

Honeyypears created this beautiful art for me and I am so thrilled with it! She was so lovely to work with and it's just what I imagined.

art by @/honeyypears on Instagram

commission by me

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Which are you for?

Team Elain x Lucien x Azriel

Or

Team Elain x Lucien x Tamlin 👀

The NSFW versions are up on my Patreon 💖

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Tamlin mermaid and Lulu🧜🏻‍♂️🥀

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Now I'm picturing him chasing young Nyx around with a lint roller ...

Rhys is always using the ultimate Parent Move of the thumb lick to clean Nyx's face or fix a fly away hair.

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Rhys is always using the ultimate Parent Move of the thumb lick to clean Nyx's face or fix a fly away hair.

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LB, don’t tell me you’re thinking of a Feysand Princess Bride AU (please tell me you’re thinking of this AU). You have enough WIPs on your plate (do it! Do it!).

hahahaha you're right anon, I do have enough WIPs on my plate! I'm not planning on starting a Princess Bride AU any time soon 😂 buuuuut if you're interested in an Elucien Princess Bride AU boy do I have the recommendation for you 👀👀

My lovely, brilliant friend @wilde-knight has been working on a Burnished Gold and deserves a million forehead smooches for it!

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sorry for being a cunt sometimes it’s just that i am one

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Snippet Below 👇

"Fuck." The red-head pants out, using his index and middle finger to rub the sore spot on his lower spine—his lumbar vertebrae. Since introducing new fighting styles to his armies his muscles have been overworked alongside his brain.

"You're overdoing it." A rough voice says from behind him.

Eris jolts out of the bed—instantly regretting the choice of movement as he nearly falls over from the pain in his back—staring at the man now in his personal chambers. "What are you doing in here?" He snaps at the General, confused on how the man managed to slip past the ancient wards.

"I was here on courtier duty," Cassian steps closer to the slightly smaller male. "But considering my mate is in pain I would like to help him."

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55571428

Read on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1442356652-𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱-𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧

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Truth or Dare

T | 968 Words | One-shot

Lucien & Feyre take a little breather from all of life's difficulties and play a game aka the Feycien Bromance one

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Read on AO3 here 🧡🍁🍂

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I have a story to tell you. Really, what is it about? BROTHER BEAR (2003) dir. Aaron Blaise & Robert Walker

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Mor: better watch out with nesta, cass.

Cassian: why, because of the unknown death magic or ...?

Mor: no. because once she sits on your face, she legally owns you. squatters rights and all.

Cassian: ....

Az: y'know, she's got a point there.

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Gwynlain fic idea (mod or canonverse):

Gwyn has been pining after her neighbor for months with her plant filled terrace, freckled smile when they bump into each other at rhe mailbox, and the constant smell of baked goods coming from her open sliding glass door. When Elain first asks Gwyn to come over to fix her shower head, she assumes she's just taking advantage of the tall, lesbian next door like any drop dead gorgeous girl with a smile like that would.

But Elain keeps having issues that Gwyn has the tools for, and besides, every time she comes over, she leaves with her belly so full from the delicious plate of food Elain prepares her as a thank you, how can she even grouse this is what they have a maintenence person in the building for?

Finally, after weeks of these ongoing repair jobs, Elain corners Gwyn at her front door after she's just gotten back from the gym, demanding to know why Gwyn hasn't asked her out yet and if it's her cooking or she's just not her type - what is it???

Gwyn is thankful she's already red and sweaty from leg day to cover up her blush as she stumbles through, "No - I mean, yes! You're my cooking - I mean, my type, yes!"