Neil had tried to stay quiet about it all night, he really did.
It took all of what he had left of his conscious and the meaningful glare Andrew had sent him when Neil had stopped dead in his tracks at the threshold of their small bathroom to refrain from speaking a single word about it.
He really did.
“Shut your mouth,” Andrew cut him off quickly before the words could breach the air, the hand at Neil’s wrist tightening in warning. “Before I shut it for you.”
I’m rarely ever patient with backgrounds and shading, but I couldn’t help myself with this one! Thank you so much @thecottonproject for creating such a beautiful and fun lineart for the @pjocoloringbookproject! There was so much included, but not so much that it was overwhelming to color in! It was the perfect amount! It was so much fun adding all the little details! You did a lovely job and I’ve always loved how you drew these characters! Thank you so much!!!
“Look … ” “Good,” he murmured. “I didn’t ask for your approval.” Rhys chuckled. “Ab … Absolutely.” It took me longer than I wanted to admit to figure that out. The next word was even worse. “De … Del … ” I deigned to glance at him, brows raised. “Delicious,” he purred. My brows now knotted. I read the next two words, then whipped my face toward him. “You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?! That’s what you wrote?”
several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxious than the last: Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord.Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.
Rhysand is interesting; Rhysand is gorgeous; Rhysand is flawless.
Rhysand is a spectacular person. Rhysand is the center of my world. Rhysand is the best lover a female can ever dream of.
#2 King of Proposals
My mother gave it to the Weaver. And then she told me that if I were to marry or mate, then the female would either have to be smart or strong enough to get it back. And if the female wasn’t either of those things, then she wouldn’t survive the marriage. I promised my mother that any potential bride or mate would have the test … And so it sat there for centuries.” “So I won my wedding ring without even being asked if I wanted to marry you.” “Perhaps.”
#3 For someone who keeps asking for some gratitude
* “You’re a bastard. You made it clear enough that I had … reservations.” “Such gratitude, as always.” I struggled to get down a single, deep breath. “What do you want from me?” “Want? I want you to say thank you, first of all.“
* “Make it go away,” I said, and he laughed. “You humans are truly grateful creatures, aren’t you?”
* “Get out.” “As usual, your gratitude is overwhelming.”
he surely has no idea how to receive it
“Thank you. For everything—for what you did. Then … and now.” “Even after the Weaver? After this morning with my trap for the Attor?” My nostrils flared. “You ruin everything.”
#4 A 500+ years old with a bedtime
“We’ll move things around. It’s fine. This one,” I added with a glare in Rhys’s direction, “is only cranky because he’s old and it’s past his bedtime.”
#5 Mature, serious and responsible ruler
At least you make up for your shameless flirting by being one hell of a High Lord.
He’d returned that evening, smirking like a cat, and had merely said “One hell of a High Lord?” by way of greeting.
#6 No introduction needed for this one
“As wonderful as it is to see you, Feyre, darling,” Rhysand said, sprawled on the bed, his head propped up by a hand, “do I want to know why you’re digging through my fireplace?”
#7 Champion of insults
“You can leave if you’re just going to insult me.” “But I’m so good at it.” He flashed one of his grins.
#8 It certainly was the type of flattery that won Rhys’ heart
"You’re a disgusting bastard.” “I’ll have to ask Tamlin is this kind of flattery won his heart.”
#9 A true gentleman
Rhysand examined the wound, a smile appearing on his sensuous lips. “Oh, that’s wonderfully gruesome.” I swore at him, and he chuckled. “Such words from a lady.” “Get out,” I wheezed.
#10 ‘He gestured to his perfect face’ - even when Feyre 'hated him’ there was no denying it
“Why did Amarantha target you?” I dared ask. “Why make you her whore?” “Beyond the obvious?” He gestured to his perfect face.
A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!! 10k words
Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”
“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.
Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.
“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.
Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”