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Many, many thanks to @saessenach for the jurassic beta service and additions, ily.


Once upon a time, there was a Prince who loved the night.

It was his kingdom and his home and he loved to fly between the stars with his Mother, the Queen, and his younger sister, circling up and up in the sky on his little wings until the first rays of sunlight came and dawn shone bright with the sound of their laughter.

His Mother was soft and wild, as was his sister, and the Prince felt like his heart could burst with all the love he felt for them.

His Kingly Father, though, was another matter.

The Prince could see the thread between his parents, the one that proved how destiny, how fate deemed them worthy of each other. But alas, he couldn’t see any happiness, or love, in it.

And yet, he couldn’t help but dream of when he would find that perfect someone, the one and only for him.

He loved his life, loved his family and his kingdom and his life was the happiest life a boy could ask for.

That is, until his Queenly Mother brought him to a training camp.

The Prince could remember her shaking wings as she walked away from him.

Not that the Prince needed training, mind you. It was just that his talents were more like starlight at his fingertips and not like a fist between the teeth, and his Mother wanted him to be always able to protect himself, in any occasion.

But there the Prince met a boy, a boy who was Fire made flesh.

Fire kicked the Prince up and down with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes and that day the Prince came back home with several pieces of clothing less. He found himself completely at loss in this new, strange and unfamiliar environment, where his own powers where frowned upon.

But, while reading by his window in the house his Mother bought outside the camp, the Prince saw Fire walking through rain and mud and his soaked shirt seemed even bigger, the sleeves covering his hands.

The Prince’s brows knitted together.

It sure wouldn’t be safe to leave Fire under the rain, what would it be of him?

So the Prince went to the boy’s tent, if one can call it that, as silently as he could. Fire was asleep, but he awoke the moment the Prince set foot in the tent.

“What do you want, Princeling?” Fire drawled, ready to attack despite how tired he looked.

What did the Prince want?

Perhaps, a friend?

“How can you sleep in this?” the Prince asked, gesturing to the tent around them.

“I lay down and close my eyes, Princeling. It’s not that hard.”

But there was no bed, only a strip of fabric on the cold hard ground.

“I-I dare you to sleep in a bed!” the Prince said with all the conviction he could muster. Fire raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes.

“You what?”

The Prince couldn’t help the shiver of fear that ran down his spine.

He was a Prince, the moon was his confidant and the stars were his friends but this boy-

He was a fighter, used to bruises and loneliness and split lips and the blood trailing down his chin went only in the way of his smirk.

“I dare you to sleep in a bed.” the Prince repeated.

Fire chuckled, “And what do I get if I do?”

“A warm bed and clothes you don’t have to fight for.”

Fire stared at the Prince and the Prince looked at Fire’s matted hair, his mismatched clothes, the bruises and cuts which no one would tend to.

“Where’s the trick?” Fire asked.

“I’m no liar!” the Prince answered quickly, his temper rising.

Another chuckle, a disbelieving laugh.

“So you say. And if I don’t accept?”, this was a taunt, the Prince knew it.

They both knew the answer.

“You’ll stay here.”

And the Prince was surprised to find himself thinking that it would sadden him, should Fire be hard headed enough to remain in his tent.

The boy hummed and then said, “Then by all means, Princeling, lead the way.”

The Queen was not very pleased at first, but she quickly grew to love Fire, much to the Prince distate.

Things would be so easier, the Prince thought, if Fire wasn’t such an ass.

He still kicked the Prince to the ground while training and they both behaved in the house to not displease the Prince’s Mother, but now there was always an outstretched hand for the Prince to take.

After a year, another boy came and tendrils of darkness swirled in his wake.

Shadow was strong and had an outstanding, peculiar power, yet silence fell on his marred hands.

After Shadow’s arrival, the three boys formed a strange unit and soon a brotherhood was born, out of footsteps that didn’t bring mud and legs shattered as a payment for loneliness.

But no one liked this kinship, least of all the King.

He tried and tried to separate the brothers, in armies faraway or in a mountain of death and bounded wings.

And it was all in vain.

The brothers knew the one word on everybody’s tongue as they passed: threat, threat, threat.

But they were family, and they were happy.

Until one day an Evil Queen sought to destroy everything they all loved.

They fought her, and the Prince was taken.

But as faith would have it, he survived when so many of his men did not because the army of the Evil Queen didn’t know of his mother’s gift buried underneath his skin, her heritage, his wings. His Father rescued him but the Evil Queen won and a wall was built, keeping immortals and the ones who lived with Death’s breath on their necks divided forever.

And then one day, the current brought the Prince two smiles frozen in death, hair black as night flowing in the current, and when the boxes clashed on the shore all the Prince could feel was rage.

For he knew that that bloodshed had fingertips like flowers blossoming all over it.

He knew who was to blame, he knew, he knew, he knew.

A golden Prince he thought was his friend, a golden Prince who knew where his Mother and Sister were, a golden Prince he trusted.

So the King and the Prince of Night went to kill the males that had blood filled with moonlight on their hands, who kept wings as a reminder of cruelty. To kill the King of Spring, a dear friend to the Evil Queen, a monstrous partnership.

But the Night’s Prince didn’t want to kill the Prince of Spring, his one time friend. There was already enough blood after the killings of the King of Spring and all his other sons and the Prince was ashamed of the female blood on his Father’s hands.

An he was tired. So, so tired.

But the King of Night wanted revenge, more of it, and moved to kill the Spring’s last Prince, but found his end instead.

And so the Princes became a Kings, through tears and blood and loss.

After this events, the newly-made King came back to his kingdom of starlight and Fire was nowhere to be seen.

In time, the loss and pain became memory and the King knew there were two new beautiful stars watching over him from the skies above.

But he still had family through blood: the King had a cousin, Light, and Shadows purred in her presence.

Cruelty wears many shapes, though. It can look like the nightmares children fear or like a forest in the midst of October and a brash decision whispered by a green monster can lit the world ablaze.

And with that, Fire, Shadows and Light froze in time.

But life went on and they were joined by a Creature of Old and it felt like family.

Even then, when the Evil Queen returned, only two words ringed in the King’s mind:

kill her, kill her, kill her


So he went under a mountain built on madness, making the Queen and everyone else think he was there for politics, to make pleasant conversations with the sycophants that surrounded her, but the reality was that he wouldn’t be satisfied until her blood ran cold. He brought no one of his family with him and so no one could warn him of the poison in his cup that leashed his powers.

And as the King watched the Evil Queen slaughter half the men he brought with him, he thought of his City, his lovely Kingdom blessed by the light of the moon and the dark night, to what lengths he would go to protect it, to protect the people in it, to protect his family.

So he bound his family to a shield he threw around the starblessed City.

He thought he heard Fire’s roar and Shadows sharp intake of breath, the sadness in Light’s cries and the quiet rage of the Creature of Old.

In that dreary place, the King of Night learnt pretty quickly to play is new cold and ruthless role at the Evil Queen’s side, to give pleasure to a monster who deserved pain, to close his eyes and see stars, to imagine the wind in his hair and the booming of wings.

And it went on and on, names spat at him along narrow corridors, cruelty beyond reason adorned with roaring laughter.

Until one day, a blur of an image made it’s way into his mind; a slender, delicate hand holding a brush with care and love

It was the portrait of Hope.

And the King wanted to give something back to the painter, to his Hope, so he gave her the night sky and the stars and the moon and everything he loved and missed.

Those images were what kept him going, as he was forced to do vicious, horrible acts in the name of the Evil Queen mad with loss. Acts that even eternity would be enough to make him forget.

Until one day, the images weren’t blurry anymore, but clear and perfect and as the King got over the shock, he recognized where Hope was.

The kingdom of Spring.

The King of Night felt the bile rising in his throat.

He need to get to her and why was she there with him, why.

So he lied to the Evil Queen, lied through his teeth and she believed him.

The King went to the kingdom of Spring and saw his Hope, so young and fragile and mortal and she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

Even if the encounter was brief, it filled his heart with such joy and so he tried to find new excuses to visit her, but-

The way she looked at the King of Spring, it was like she…like she loved him.

And when he knew the Spring’s King sent her away to the Mortal Realm, he was happy because she was safe, she would not witness the monstrosity of the Evil Queen.

So when he saw her under that damned mountain he thought his heart would stop and his mind went blank under the claws of pure terror. He could only see and hear Hope, his eyes wide.

I’m here to claim the one I love.

And of course, the Queen didn’t make her quest easy.

She made Hope prove herself, again and again and the King of Night couldn’t keep himself away from her, he felt the need to consol her, to be there for her, to do everything he could for her.

More so when it was clear the King of Spring would not move a finger for her; the only one that tried aside for the King of Night was an Orange Flower, friend of both the King of Spring and Hope, who looked like no one ever tried to give him water.

And as the last trial approached, the thought, the word, that slithered through the King of Nights mind was more insistent than ever.



So the King made a bargain with Hope: he healed one of her wounds and in exchange, she had to pass with him a week of every month. It was foolish, selfish, but…it meant he would see her again.

And when the last trial arrived the Queen, the Queen was killing her, his Hope, his love, his-

He wouldn’t stand there and watch, he had to try to save her, he had to kill the Queen, he had to, he had to


Hope was his mate, his mate, his mate.

But he heard the sound of the fragile bones breaking when the Queen snapped Hope’s neck.

The King pulled on the bond, pulled with everything he had and convinced the other Kings, prisoners no more, in giving their powers to Hope, to give her another chance at life.

And they did.

His Hope was now alive and immortal and safe and he was so incredibly happy.

Even when she ran to the King of Spring.

When they last saw each other, she looked at him and he loved the way she looked at him, like he wasn’t a monster or a nightmare or a demon but then-

Then he felt it, that string between them, like a constellation tying them together, wrapping them in eternity and beyond.

And he was so, so scared; the King vanished in front of her, stumbling.

In that moment he decided he would free her from their bargain, he would give her the freedom to love whom she wanted, to do what she wanted, to be free.

So he flew away, to his City of Starlight and when he saw Light for the first time in fifty years his first words to her were,

“She’s my Mate”

ACOMAF Squad Road Trip AU Headcanons

Anonymous asked me a little while ago for Squad road trip AU. If this one goes over well I might do a ToG one too. As with everything I write; it got long. 

  •  Az, Mor, Cassian and Nesta take one car; Feyre, Rhys, Amren, Lucien and Elain take the other (Nesta wanted to be with Elain but she and Lucien are like superglued together at the hands and no-one trusted Lucien and Nesta together in a confined space for several hours. Someone would have died. And Elain is pretty attached to him so…) 

  • Someone puts Cassian in charge of navigating. This is a mistake. They get very lost before they’ve gone ten miles. Feyre very wisely takes over. They have a lot more success when Feyre is in charge of directing. 

    The Moriel/Nessian Car: 

  • Azriel drives their car. Mor rides shotgun. Cassian and Nesta sit in the back (Nesta basically on Cassian’s lap the entire time. Seatbelts are for lesser mortals)

  • The Moriel/Nessian car is organised because they have a music playlist. Which is a really good theory; everyone gets one song each and then they shuffle. In practice it doesn’t exactly work because Mor skips all the ones she doesn’t like (ie Mor skips all of Cassian’s) and most of the trip is spent to the tune of Cassian’s dulcet tones while he whines about the unfairness of it all, Mor snickering, Nesta rolling her eyes and Az sighing. A lot. 

  • Cassian thinks that it’s distinctly unfair that Mor is allowed to put her feet up on the dash because whenever he does that he gets growled at. Mor just swivels round her in seat and waggles her eyebrows suggestively at him while smirking. Az sighs some more. 

  • Nesta and Cassian frequently have intense make out sessions in the backseat. Mor and Azriel take bets on how long they’re going to remain entwined before they surface this time. Az is eerily good at guessing right. But they’re betting in kisses so Mor doesn’t really mind him winning. 

  • Cassian falls asleep with his head on Nesta’s shoulder. Nesta and Mor draw on him. (No-one is quite sure how Mor manages this from the front seat but the girl is nothing if not determined) They take a lot of pictures which they send forward to the other car. By the time Cassian wakes up at the rest stop his pen moustache is a social media sensation. He decides to be proud of it and refuses to wash it off until Nesta forcibly scrubs at it that night in the motel because he looks ridiculous.
    Amren + Feyrhys + Elucien: 

  • Amren drives the other car. No-one contests this. Despite the fact she drives at like 150mph constantly, doesn’t appear to take any notice of things like traffic lights, stop signs, junctions, or road markings and they all feel like they’re taking their lives in their hands. She blithely reassures them that she hasn’t killed anyone yet. (This reassures no-one. But still. No-one contests Amren driving. They’re not that stupid)

  • Nobody rides shotgun in Amren’s car. Lucien is the only one that would have done but Elain needs him in the back beside her for hand crushing purposes so Amren is going solo in the front while the others all hide in the back thinking that, when they inevitably crash, they might be safer in there. (Rhys does take a turn for a little while when they stop after Feyre has fallen asleep (how she achieves this while the rest of them are clutching onto the edges of their seats no-one knows) and he and Amren chatter a bit. Or rather Rhys chatters, Amren grunts, nods, and tells him he’s an idiot at appropriate intervals) 

  • Amren controls the music in Amren’s car. This is just the law. Lucien sings along with everything (Lucien is just one of those people who has no musical boundaries at all. He knows everything. He has heard everything. He can bond with anyone over music.) She only changes it when Elain makes a polite request to have one of her songs on.( She gives Rhys the kind of look that makes grapes shrivel to raisins before your eyes when he asks the same thing) 

  • Elain is in charge of all of the food and keeps Amren well provided with snacks passed through from the back while they drive. (Amren and Elain have a lovely little dynamic which mostly revolves around polite/appreciated silences/occasional quiet conversation, feeding and being out in the garden at the same time – Elain gardens; Amren suns herself) 

  • Elain also sorted the main group picnic out. Azriel helped her with the organising and Cassian helped her with the making of the food.(Elain and Cassian are the go-to work pair in the kitchen. Az is very good at specifics but leaves the general stuff to the experts, Mor is hopeless, Nesta got herself banned after setting the place on fire (for the third time) Lucien is on hand to hand Elain things and provide supportive kisses (ie get in the way but she never shoos him out) FeyRhys just let them get on with it, they’re in charge of almost everything else so they’re busy) 

  • Lucien is the designated ‘are we there yet’ one. (Elain makes him stop when she senses Amren is about to violently decapitate him)

  • Feyre takes her sketchpad and doodles everyone/everything that inspires her while they drive. Rhys considers any moment she isn’t drawing him to be a wasted moment. Rhys gets stabbed in the arm with her pencil quite a lot. 

  • Elain is the one with the camera. Elain takes pictures of everyone and everything (mostly Lucien. They’ve only just gotten together. They’re already sickeningly domestic and adorable) Rhys considers any picture that he isn’t in as a wasted picture. Feyre stabs him some more on Elain’s behalf.
    Rest-Stops/Overnight breaks:

  • Lucien is always last back in the car. Always. Every single time. No matter what else the others do. No-one quite knows why and Lucien isn’t telling. 

  • Elain hands out her food and makes sure nobody takes more than their fair share (Cassian gets swatted on the hand a lot. I don’t care if you made it, or if you’re starving and feel like you’re about to die, or if it’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten in your entire life. Share nicely) 

  • FeyRhys always get caught sneaking off for a quickie (Moriel slip off too but they never get caught) 

  • Rhys brings a little portable games set and a pack of cards and they play a few things with each other. Mor, Nesta and Feyre watch (Elucien have wandered off to find food) when Cassian and Azriel team up against Rhys at poker (Feyre has to do a lot of ego stroking (amongst other things) that night to stop him being about it for the rest of the trip) 

  • They all play Liar. Elain wipes the floor with them all to everyone’s shock (except Lucien’s, who knows better) Rummy results in a mixed bag and is called off after Lucien nearly ends up with a pen in his eye courtesy of Nesta (to be fair he kind of deserved it) Rhys gets some of what he lost to Azriel and Cass back when they play group poker Then loses it all to Feyre. (Really, darling, I thought we were a team) Blackjack is just a disaster. 

  • They all play Monopoly (except Amren who’s napping in her room throughout these games; which is the only reason the others risk playing) This results in three fallings out, several bruises, enough cursing to make a sailor blush, countless accusations of cheating, a lot of tag-teaming by the various couples, and a shocking betrayal that does result in a lot of crying and yelling and almost results in a broken finger. They do not play Monopoly again. Ever. 

  • Everyone wisely backs the fuck out when Amren says she’ll play chess with one of them. Lucien and she have a few games. The others mysteriously vanish off to a safe distance for an extended period of time while this goes on. They’re shocked to find him alive and in one piece when they return. 

  • Alcohol is had a night, drinking games are played and eventually they end up playing strip poker. This is something that they all faithfully agree never to speak about ever again. All pictures of the event are wiped from the face of the earth. They’re all very pleased their memories are incredibly hazy the next morning (Amren remembers it all. Amren has blackmail material on all of them to comfortably last her several lifetimes. Amren wields this mercilessly)

    Bonus Destination Beach Day:

  • Azriel is the one who makes them drink water/eat/put on sun cream/stop trying to drown each other in the sea. Azriel is the mother hen of the group. (Supported by Elain)

  • Nesta is the one trying to do the drowning. (Cassian and Lucien alternatively. Usually Lucien) 

  • Feyre and Rhys break away from the main group just before lunchtime and have sex under one of the old piers where they think they’re very out of the way and inconspicuous. They return to a collection of catcalls and raucous applause courtesy of Cassian and piercing wolf whistling courtesy of Lucien when they wander back to their umbrellas. They are fooling no-one. Ever. 

  • Elain and Lucien spend most of their time on the beach of all of them as Elain isn’t a very confident swimmer and prefers watching most of the time and Lucien likes keeping her company (and making sure she puts on plenty of sun cream. Which is a real chore for him to help with, obviously) 

  • At some point though Cassian and Rhys do take it upon themselves to pick Lucien up between them and fling him into the sea. Just because. 

  • Elain takes some seriously cracking pictures of the lot of them in the sea. She has a real knack for getting the timing just right. She makes them all line up and do lots of arty shots with the sunset in the background later on. 

  • Azriel and Mor spend a lot of their time surfing together (and making out) in a cove nearby that has awesome waves. Later in the day Az surrenders his surfboard to be used as a float and brings Elain out onto the water so she can join in more. 

  • Nesta is a sun goddess and is more than happy to spend all of her time baking in the sun beside Amren and working on her tan. Cassian has other ideas. Cassian throws a bucket of water over Nesta to try and ‘encourage’ her to join in them in the water. Nesta nearly kills Cassian. He manages to convince her otherwise by kissing her when she catches him and tackles him onto the sand (no-one ever really susses out how Nesta, who is by all accounts very delicately built and a foot shorter than Cassian in heels, manages to tackle her enormous idiot of boyfriend on the sand. It doesn’t really matter that it defies all the laws of physics. She manages it.)

  • Elain spends a lot of time putting more sun cream on Lucien while huffing that he’s turning into a lobster before her very eyes and he burns too easily. She makes him sit under the umbrella with her for extended periods of time and he settles into his favourite position with his head in her lap. They gossip shamelessly about the others and judge everyone else on the beach because they’re clearly not as cute a couple as they are.

  • Mor and Azriel go exploring and stumble across a number of rock pools and a collection of very pretty, very cool caves. They show the others and they all wander around them a bit in the afternoon when it gets too hot to sit stewing on the beach and they’re all tired of the sea (but the keep the cavern with the waterfall and the lagoon to themselves) 

  • Everyone is incredibly amused when one of the local guys, who introduces himself as Varian, spends a lot of time trying to chat up Amren. She plays with him the way a cat plays with a mouse, or the way a lion might toy with dinner. They start a betting pool on how long it’s going to be before he susses out he’s got no chance and either gives up or Amren gets bored and casually murders him. Neither happens and while he doesn’t get lucky he also doesn’t get eaten alive. Which is an achievement in itself.  

  • Feyre and Rhys offer to wander into town and get provisions. Which is an excuse to spend a little bit of time away from their mad family; they love them a lot they really do but it’s also nice to wander along the sand holding hands and not have to listen to Nesta yelling at Cassian for nearly tearing her bikini top with his giant manly paws or watch Az and Mor try and be subtle about the way they’re gazing at each other or intervene every ten seconds to stop Lucien and Nesta growling at each other and teetering on the brink of murder. 

  • They all get quite sleepy in the afternoon and break up into smaller groups. The couples all do coupley things for a little while. Rhys and Feyre lounge together and he reads to her. Lucien and Elain put headphones in and end up falling asleep together (Lucien ends up with some hilarious tan lines from this) Mor and Azriel go back to that cave where they found the waterfall and spend a good long time there alone together. Nesta and Cassian wind up back in the sea together and spend a long time floating among the waves kissing one another. 

  • Amren and Nesta have an excellent and intense bitching session with one another about everything and anything. It’s cathartic, traditional and necessary. 

  • Azriel and Elain have a very quiet but very serious debate about the most recent Masterchef episode (which they both avidly watch) 

  • Mor falls asleep on top of Azriel in the middle of this conversation and despite the fact he’s sweltering he doesn’t shift her off, he just runs his fingers absently through her hair while he talks to Elain and tilts the umbrella a bit so she’s covered. 

  • Rhys and Cassian play bat and ball a little ways away (but not far enough because Cassian still somehow manages to hit Nesta on the head with a ball, accidentally, but that doesn’t stop her snarling at him. Amren drily suggests relieving him of all of his balls, since he clearly can’t be trusted with any of them) When Mor wakes up she gets up and joins them and shows them how it’s done. 

  • Feyre and Lucien have a friendly argument over the latest football match they went to see about the various teams, line-ups and tactics. (Amren joins in to support Feyre. Lucien and Amren then have a much less friendly argument that ends when Elain deftly steps between them and drags Lucien off to get them all ice cream and protect his idiotic ginger self from Amren’s glower)

  • Mor and Lucien have a very long talk about music, their favourite bands, their favourite songs, the best concerts they’ve ever been to etc. While they’re doing this she insists that Lucien let her braid his hair. Lucien consents. 

  • Nesta sits with Elain and lets her chatter away about her garden and Lucien and in turn lets Nesta talk about Cass and she complains about what a pillock he is. (But Elain isn’t fooled, she spends most of her time watching him with soft eyes because she thinks no-one’s looking) 

  • Cassian commandeers the camera and starts taking lots of pictures of everyone. Elain always looks excellent in every picture no matter the lighting/angle/how much warning she’s given. Cassian always looks awful but he spends most of his time with the camera taking pictures of Nesta until Rhys swipes it and starts taking a ridiculous number of pictures of Feyre instead. Lucien can’t have that, he has to have lots of pictures of his lady on her camera. Azriel confiscates said camera (and takes several pictures of Mor, but subtly) then graciously returns it to Elain. 

  • Cassian, Azriel and Rhys somehow end up in the middle of a wrestling match. Everyone else is far too used to this to really bother noticing. It ends when Amren sighs, trips them all within the span of about thirty seconds and the ladies swoop in to retrieve their idiotic boys and assure them that yes they were watching and yes babe, you were definitely the best. 

  • The sun goes down and they all wake up a bit. Lucien digs his guitar out of the car and everyone puts in their various requests and he does his best to oblige them all.

  • Azriel actually has a very nice voice but refuses to sing much, he only consents to give them a couple of bars because Mor coaxes him into it. Mor’s voice is terrible. She’s aware of this. She doesn’t give a damn. Lucien isn’t bad; he’s musical enough to carry a tune even if he doesn’t have the best voice. Nesta is loud and flat; so is Cassian, they make a good team on their own but when set to music/anyone else it becomes less so. Rhys is incredibly overly dramatic and can’t settle for just ‘singing’ he must perform. Elain has a very sweet voice but is so quiet that no-one but Lucien can hear her. Feyre sings more the more she drinks and the more Rhys encourages; she doesn’t have a bad voice either. Even Amren sings when Lucien plays one of her songs; Lucien claims bragging rights on this from now until the end of time.

  • At some point Rhys pulls Feyre to her feet and that starts all of them off dancing. Cassian takes a turn on guitar at some point so that Lucien has a chance to dance with Elain too. (This is short lived because Mor informs him he’s making her ears hurt and if he plays that song one more time she’s going to beat him to death with that guitar. Lucien swiftly steps in again to take over and rescue his child (the guitar; not Cassian)) They all take turns dancing with each other though. 

  • They’re all exhausted that night and they’re all late getting up and leaving to get home the next morning but eventually they all pile into the cars (yes, Lucien is last again; Nesta growls at him, he just smirks at her. Cassian and Elain tug their significant others away from each other before permanent damage is done. Elain scolds Lucien; Lucien “apologises” to Nesta. They spend the entire journey home bickering with each other over text between the two cars. When Elain discovers this Lucien gets another scolding and she withholds kisses from him (for a full ten minutes before she caves in)) 

  • They all make it home in one piece and a lot of sprawling idly over furniture and each other is done that night as they sleep off their hurricane weekend in Azriel and Mor’s living room.

So I’m wondering, has any of our fandom’s great gifset creators, done a “Rise and Fall of Oswald Cobblepot” by season yet? Or if anyone has chart making as a hobby, I think that would be an interesting one to see.

I was thinking earlier about how far Penguin has fallen but then I realized him being shot and tossed in the bay doesn’t actually seem like that bad in comparison to other “lows” he’s had.

Take S2. You think him holding his dear mother as she dies would be as low as he could get, but then he finds himself in Arkham with his brain being melted out of his ears. And then, he loses his newly found father! It’s like does this kid ever catch a break!? But in the end he’s the one saving the day as Butch blows Galavan to bits.

It just seems like the lower he falls, the higher he rises. I think that depending on how he gets himself out of this, if he has his wits about him, he can turn this around rather quickly. He’s bounced back from worse! And even higher than before. I think it’s one of the things we all love about him. His ability to get up no matter what knocks him down.

Ed hurt him. He let himself be vulnerable and he was earnest and it didn’t matter. He still lost this fight. He is undoubtedly down right now. But he won’t stay there. It’s only a matter of time before The Penguin rises once more.


Originally posted by gabrielokun

So I had this 3edgy idea right

Where I would kinda personify all the shit I struggle with so I could make vent art with it

So here’s the 3edgy illness monster ocs

Blue is Bacillus / Baz, they’re sad and tired and made of goop so they constantly leave messy trails of slime around everywhere they go, they can’t really speak and prefer to communicate through gargles
Pink is Socors / Scoots, they’re perky and reckless and eat everything that gets too close to their gaping maw- which they’re self conscious of, so they cover it with a mask, they also don’t have a heart

si nos amas, salva nos
Royal Flush: Part 3

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 1572

Summary: In the aftermath of the party, you sit at war with yourself before an unexpected visiter comes to call. 

Authors Note: This, as always, is for my love @imhereforbvcky. What a marvelous human you are, I am so grateful for your support and friendship. If you all haven’t read her writing, she’s incredible, seriously. go check out her Masterlist. Anyway, hope you all enjoy it. Italics represent inner rambling. 

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 Part 1 And  Part 2

For fucks sake… why won’t you work!? You silently curse at the equation sitting in front of you. A simple physics problem that Tony had asked you to address. It was predicted to support a correction to the suit that would allow for less wind resistance from the suit when flying, that is if you were able to prove it correct, however your brain was refusing to concentrate.

You try again, willing the numbers and figures to make sense, but the familiar pit in your stomach remained, distracting you from your solution. You could feel your heart pound in your head, your memory torturing you as the burn of his touch on your jaw flashes through your mind.

T’Challa in front of you… holding your chin… he wanted to kiss me. He was going to kiss me. He’s also engaged. You remind yourself flatly, quieting the excitement of the voice in your head. But he wanted to kiss me. He was going to kiss me… Wasn’t he? Your mind swims with the familiar argument that had been spinning in your head for the past 4 days, ever since that night.

“I find you very… appealing as well…” He had said that! Right? That’s what he said. Wasn’t it? He finds me… But he’s engaged! Your inner monologue roars, trying desperately to restore rational thought. Well at least he’s a Prince with princely duties and what not. He’s probably back in Wakanda by now, with his flawless fiancé and his brilliant mind… and his silken voice… his smooth confidence…

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