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F I N A L F A N T A S Y ;
The world lies shrouded in darkness. The winds die… The seas rage… The earth decays… But the people believe in a prophecy, patiently awaiting its fullfillment. “When darkness veils the world, fours Warriors of Light shall come.” After a long journey, four young travelers did at last appear… and in the hand of each was clutched a crystal.

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Neil and Snapchat 01
(Part IX of my aftg Snapchat serie)

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Ok neil is my fave so there is a part two of this with like only 3 snaps but idc. Basically he posts about Andrew 90% of the time. He’s just in loooveee. The rest is of Matt or Allison or his cats lmao. I love him. Oh and also he posts about Exy bc yeah he’s obsessed. Now I’m done.

Frozen Love (Jack Frost x Reader) Part IX

Immediately throwing her arms around her long time lover, (Y/N) felt tears quickly flood her vision as she clung on the frost spirit. Jack feeling relieved she accepted him, wrapped his arms around her figure, a bright smile on his face.

After all those years spent apart and not knowing, the feeling of her being in his arms was perfect. He didn’t want to let go anytime soon. Judging by the way she was hugging him, she felt the same.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jack whispered soothingly into her ear, stroking her hair. “I’m here now. I’m not letting you disappear on me like that ever again, okay?”

“Okay…” was the muffled replied that came from his shoulder.

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When I was asked if I still have feelings for you, my mouth said no yet my heart said yes.
—  Things I realized when I was struggling, part IX
She’s never out of sight, Part IX

“Belle, you’re not happy,” Adam said after she circled the room the third time; it was a large room, so the circle had been wide and she had thought by the time she returned to where he sat before the fire, she would have thrown off her melancholy. It hadn’t worked, just as the fresh pot of chamomile tea Mrs. Potts had brought up with tea-cakes hadn’t worked, nor had Twelfth Night.

“I am,” she insisted, as if saying the words could make it so. Adam set aside the book he’d been perusing, laying it atop the somewhat perilous tower next to him, and patted his empty lap. Belle sat down and sighed as Adam looped his arms around her waist.

“You make a poor liar, ma biche,” he said. There had not been anyone to speak to her this way before. Her father loved her dearly but he’d always been abstracted, in an endless conversation with her lost mother, and she’d had no sister, no aunt, no friend in all their travels.

“I don’t want to be unhappy,” she replied. “I shouldn’t be, I have my heart’s desire,” she added, kissing him on the cheek, then drawing back.

“But you are. Do you know why?” he said equably, not derailed by her.

“This isn’t…it isn’t what I’m used to,” she admitted.

“No grinding poverty? Manual labor, only two books, an endless parade of sautéed turnips?” he said, his voice amused but still curious.

“I complained all the time about the village, but I think I miss the market, going to the book-seller and hoping there will be something new, helping Papa with his clock-work,” she said.

“You wanted adventure, no? And you haven’t got it anymore. You have the lap of luxury,” he offered, smiling, patting her thigh through her full silk skirt.

“We have a wonderful life, Adam. I love it, But what does it mean?” she asked.

“Why, I don’t know. That’s actually a superb question. It should mean something, beside our pleasure though there are days when that seems like all I could ever want. I propose we try to answer your question,” Adam replied. He sounded engaged and intrigued and she felt her bad humor begin to ebb, and kissed him on the tip of his nose.

“Perhaps dinner first? I shouldn’t like to disappoint Mrs. Potts and I think she’s making a soufflé,” Belle said.

“I’ll go see to the wine then,” Adam said, helping her up as he stood, kissing the side of her neck deliberately, humming against her throat.

A Throne of Glass and Fury: Part IX

So, a few things first:

1. I reached over 1.1 thousand followers on here!!!

2. I can officially use Tumblr again now that I’ve finished Empire of Storms

3. I FINISHED EMPIRE OF STORMS SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS…

So, without further ado….

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Aedion was gazing across the field, at the beautiful woman who’s green eyes seemed  to blaze in the show that Aelin and Rowan were currently putting on —snow and fire dancing and playing around each other. The breath was nearly snatched right out of his lungs as Lysandra smiled.

She was so gods-damned beautiful. 

And he was a rutting coward for not having admitted his feelings to her yet.

He thought about it plenty enough. He had even thought about how he would go about expressing his feelings. It wouldn’t be anything lavish; After all these years, Lysandra’s taste for pretty things hadn’t exactly dwindled…she had just found things she valued far greater than dresses and jewelry. 

Lysandra suddenly turned, her eyes going straight to him as if he had called out her name and then she was walking towards him. She stopped once she was close enough to reach out and take his hand if she so wished, and a glint of something dangerous sparked in her eyes as she murmured, “You will visit my rooms tonight.”

He opened his mouth…to do what, he wasn’t sure.

“That wasn’t a request, General. It was an order,” she smirked. “Besides, you haven’t finished that story you started early today, and I refuse to go to bed without hearing the rest of it.”

He looked at her. Really looked at her. At her hair, a silky sheet of black that stopped just above her breasts, at her eyes that reminded him of the green fields of Terrasen, at that sensous mouth.

And he tried, gods damn him he really tried to think of something snarky to say, even attempted to slip his face into that care-free cockiness he had been known for. But his eyes were solemn, and he meant it when he said, “Okay.”

A flash of surprise on her face.

“Okay? That’s it? No, ‘You’re not in charge of me, Lady’? No, ‘Perhaps I’ll be busy visiting someone else’s bed tonight’?” 

Aedion only chuckled once before bravely taking one of her hands in his. They had lost the soft daintiness of a lady used to living in squalor, callused from living through battle…however they still managed to maintain some of that delicacy that had never seemed to leave her after all these years. 

Lysandra glanced at their entwined hands, her breathing seeming to have all but stopped as she examined the way his large hands engulfed her smaller ones. As if in a type of trance, her thumb traced the back of his hand, feeling the calluses and roughness of it.

“Lysandra,” he said softly. Her eyes met his, but before he could finish his thought, there was a sharp intake of breath.

Aedion had his sword drawn less than a heartbeat later, and when he dared to glance at Lysandra, the beautiful courtesan had transformed into her favorite form: Snow Leopard.

His eyes were darting around, quickly and thoroughly assessing the situation and scanning for any signs of danger. Lysandra was lowly growling, poised and ready to strike as three figures were making their way towards Feyre and Rhysand.

But the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court did not seem at all worried. In fact, Feyre’s arms opened in warm welcome at the sight of the three guests. 

A soft wind blew in his direction, and Aedion knew that it had been a deliberate move on Rowan’s part. A silent order. 

Their scents—get their scents.

Two of the three were distincly female. Whereas one smelt like cinnamon and spices, like steel and bravery, the other smelt like a fresh garden..like soil and wind and a hint of peppermint. The last, however, was male…and he possessed a scent that was an interesting mixture of fall leaves and sweet spices and sunlight and roses. There was nothing that screamed ‘Danger!’, but Aedion had quickly learned over the years that the very things that seemed safe were usually the most dangerous of them all. 

So Aedion—along with the rest of the Terrasen court, he realized—remained in their defensive positions, ready at any time to eliminate any potential threats that these three new Fae would pose.

And then Feyre was turning towards them, preparing to introduce the Court of Terrasen when she stopped, surprise and slight amusement flickering on her beautiful features.

“Quite the guests you’ve invited, Feyre,” said the woman who smelt of spices and steel. 

A faint blush crept up the High Lady’s cheeks. “I suppose I should properly introduce you all,” she cleared her throat. “May I introduce my sister’s Elain and Nesta, and Nesta’s mate, Lucien.”

Aedion surveyed them all and realized now that the two women did somewhat resemble Feyre. 

The one introduced as Elain posessed the same golden-brown hair as her sisters, but where Feyre and Nesta had eyes the color of the sky just before it rained, Elain’s resembled rich soil. Everything about her was lovely—from her slender face to her delicate frame. 

Nesta was her complete opposite. Two different sides of the same coin. Nesta’s face was made up of sharp angles and calculating eyes. Where Elain was all long limbs and graceful features, Nesta was all curves…a body that very much resembled one a certain shape-shifter had been trapped in years ago…

And the male had hair the color of wildfire, one russet eye and one mechanical one. He was tall and thin, but something told Aedion that there was also muscle beneath his clothes. He was beautiful…handsome even, though his expression reminded Aedion very much of Dorian—two high-born males that had seen and endured tragedy and despair and lived.

Feyre went on to introduce the rest of them, and it did not escape Aedion’s notice that Cassian seemed to gravitate closer, almost as if by an invisble force, to Nesta. 

“We just finished eating a few moments ago,” Rhysand said, but Aedion read the hidden meaning.

“That’s alright,” Elain smiled prettily. “The journey took longer than expected.”

A delay. Something had delayed them.

Aedion knew that Rowan had also picked up on the underlying meaning when the Fae King glanced his way.

Lucien placed an encouraging hand on Elain’s elbow and smiled at them all in turn. “I apologize for arriving and leaving so abruptly, but we have traveled a long way and wish to rest for a while.”

“No need to apologize, Lord Lucien–”

The red-haired man politely interuppted, “Just Lucien, if you please.”

Aelin smiled at him. “No need to apologize, Lucien. Rest. We’ll all catch up over breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Not a question, but not quite a command either. There was no room for argument in the Queen’s tone and they all very well knew it. If you didn’t show up for breakfast the next morning, there had better be a damned good reason.

They all said their goodnights and parted ways, and as Lysandra and Aedion retreated to the former’s rooms, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something wrong. That there was something the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court were not telling them.

And he wasn’t quite sure he appreciated being left out of the loop.

~End~

Sometimes you have to do what is best for yourself.
—  Things I realized when I payed attention to someone else’s words, part IX
You always hated my favorite song so I stopped playing it after you left in hopes that you’d come back.
—  Things I realized when I thought about what I want to tell you if I ever see you again, part IX