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laxmiree · 10 months

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Preaching Date translation + Subbed Video

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien casually closes his eyes and raises the gun, pulling the trigger without care.

Bang-!

The barrel swiftly twists, and a bloody "firework" explodes on the man's finger.

Lucien's expression remains indifferent, but crimson bloodshot vessels have already filled the bottom of his eyes.

Like a calm sea surface concealing a dark vortex that has already surged, ready to swallow everything at any moment.

Everything- including himself.

Translation under the cut

[Subbed Video]

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[Part 1]

The summer is full of sunshine in Europe, yet the temperatures are rather gentle like late spring.

I lift up my phone and capture a snapshot of the emerald-green scenery under the radiant sunlight.

MC: Lucien, what do you think of this photo I took?

Beside me, Lucien slightly leans forward. His other hand wraps around my waist.

Lucien: The composition is novel and the theme is clear, but it lacks a finishing touch.

MC: Huh? What do you mean?

As he speaks, he hands his phone to me, and the screen displays a photo — with the same emerald green tones, but this time with the addition of my silhouette in the background.

The thought of me taking a picture of the trees while Lucien takes a picture of me at the same time and space makes me unable to suppress my laughter.

MC: Professor Lucien always seems to play the role of the “watchful observer”* behind the scenes, doesn’t he?~

(T/N: 黄雀在后 (Lit. the oriole behind) is from a complex idiom 螳螂捕蝉，黄雀在后 (lit. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind) which generally means to pursue a narrow gain while neglecting a greater danger. You can say that Lucien is the greater danger and it’s an important foreshadowing :D)

Lucien: Is that so? I haven’t thought that much about it though.

Lucien: In my judgment, the best scenery is only found where you are.

I raise the corners of my lips and hook my hand around his neck under the shade of the trees.

MC: Well, I admit you’re more meticulous~ But are you sure you want to accompany me sightseeing?

MC: You have to attend the academic exhibition tomorrow. Shouldn’t you go back to the hotel and prepare for it?

Recently, there have been groundbreaking advancements in the research of neurodegenerative diseases at the Ultima Bioresearch Center.

To make further progress, Ultima Bioresearch Center organized its researchers to participate in the latest academic exhibition in Europe to present the project research to major medical companies.

If the collaboration between the two parties is successful, they will jointly develop lower-cost medications to save more patients.

Lucien smiles and lifts the palm of his hand to cradle the back of my head, imprinting a kiss on my forehead.

Lucien: Mm, can’t be more sure.

Lucien: The reason I came a day early is to bask in the sun and take a walk with you in advance.

Lucien: Moreover, this city holds numerous festive gatherings during its lively times, and I’m really looking forward to this time of leisure and exploration with you.

MC: Alright then, I can enjoy myself without worry.

MC: However, if there’s any assistance you need from me at the exhibition tomorrow, as a “non-staff personel,” I’ll be there to support you!

After saying that, I grab his hand and walk towards a bustling crowd ahead.

Apart from the fantastical carousel and teacup-like Ferris wheel, there are also shooting stalls, ring-toss games, claw machines, and other stalls all around, creating a lively atmosphere.

Lucien: Which one would you like to play first?

MC: Hmm... It seems like there are long queues for all of them.

Lucien looks around and then takes my hand, leading me toward a shooting stall filled with plush toys.

Lucien: Since that’s the case, let’s go to the place with prizes first.

Lucien: If we arrive late, I might see a “disappointed” little lady.

[Part 2]

That night, I fell into a deep slumber, holding tightly onto the small fox plushie that Lucien had won for me.

After a restful sleep, I wake up refreshed the next day and neatly organize the materials at the booth.

MC: It’s starting in ten minutes.

I adjust the name tag on my uniform, ensuring that the synchronous translation device in my ear is functioning properly. Then, I wave at Lucien before heading off.

MC: Today, I’ll be your little assistant, Professor Lucien. Feel free to give me any instructions~

Lucien: Then I’d like to offer a token of appreciation before we begin as a small thanks.

He smiles and takes my hand, walking towards the nearby railing.

The exhibition is located in an open-air atrium of a luxurious hotel, surrounded by lush greenery. With a gentle inhale, the air is filled with a delightful fragrance.

To my surprise, I discover that on the ground floor of the hotel, there is also a festive gathering with various stalls in the courtyard.

MC: Haha, I didn’t expect the organizers to be so thoughtful.

MC: They even consider that even the greatest and most rigorous scientists need to relax and unwind their minds from time to time~

Colorful tents adorn the area, and among them stands a person-sized rabbit plush toy inside a claw machine.

It raises its furry paw, seemingly beckoning to those who are destined to take it home.

Lucien: MC, don’t you think it would be a perfect match with the little fox from last night?

He seems to have noticed the same thing as me, and his voice gently resonates with a joyful tone.

MC: Yes, it’s indeed a perfect companion!

MC: I wonder if it will still be here waiting for us once we’re done with our busy schedule.

As I speak, I glance around, searching for any potential “competitors.”

However, since it’s an event within the hotel, aside from the staff, only a few people are sitting on a swing in one corner.

They are wearing casual plaid shirts and don’t have any name tags, so they must be hotel guests.

However, it seems like they are not very interested in the gathering as they keep their heads down, engrossed in their phones.

Lucien: It seems that for now, there won’t be anyone to compete with us for that adorable little rabbit.

With a subtle sense of delight, I tidy up his collar once again.

MC: Professor Lucien, shall we start working? We can bring it home with us once we’re finished~

Since it is a highly selective exhibition, the attendees here are representatives from authoritative companies in the medical industry.

In addition, with the format of poster presentations, Lucien and other researchers take turns being on duty.

One group is responsible for providing explanations to the attending representatives, while the other group can explore and learn from other booths.

Although I may not have expertise in the relevant field, I do my best to assist by delivering materials and providing guidance.

After two busy hours, the visiting group of researchers returns with smiles on their faces.

Researcher A: Thank you for your hard work. Now it’s our turn to take over and provide explanations.

Researcher B: The booths this time are all impressive. I believe you will gain a lot from exploring them.

Lucien: Alright, shall we go then?

Lucien’s fingertips naturally intertwine with mine through the gaps between our fingers. However, he doesn’t stop at any booth but leads me directly to the entrance on the ground floor.

MC: Huh? Aren’t you going to explore the booths?

He glances at the rabbit still inside the claw machine, and there is a slight relaxation in his expression.

Lucien: Of course, we’ll explore them, but we have two hours, remember?

Lucien: If all goes well, within ten minutes, I should be able to have you holding the rabbit in your arms.

MC: Professor Lucien is quite confident, huh~

Lucien: (chuckles) In my plan, having it as our companion will ensure that we have a good mood throughout the entire day.

As he speaks, he takes out a stack of bills and exchanges them for a basket of coins at the counter. He then walks over to the claw machine.

Because the rabbit plush toy is quite large, the claw machine is filled with balls of different colors. The goal is to grab the only pink ball, and then exchange it with the staff for the rabbit plush toy.

MC: Are you so confident? Those claw machines can be rigged, you know!

Lucien: As long as I practice a few times and observe the claw’s gripping strength, speed, and inertia when it shakes...

Lucien: Then we can bring it home.

The claw slowly descends after Lucien presses the button, scratching the smooth surface of the ball but coming back empty-handed.

He doesn’t feel discouraged. A sharp gleam appears in his narrow eyes as if he is quickly calculating something.

As time passes, with only two game coins remaining, Lucien calmly inserts them into the machine.

Lucien: MC, if I succeed on the last attempt, can I get some rewards?

I certainly know what he’s hinting at. I tiptoe and give him a kiss.

MC: Of course you can.

MC: However, based on my understanding of you, you can totally redeem the reward in advance!

[Part 3]

MC: Wow, this rabbit is even softer than I imagined.

Lucien: (chuckles) It’s very cute indeed. Can you lend it to me for now and place it at our booth as a mascot?

Lucien: Who knows, it might attract more company representatives to come over.

MC: Um! After we place it, then I’ll accompany you to visit other booths...

As I speak, I suddenly feel a buzzing sensation in my head, as if a layer of white mist is enveloping me. My vision becomes blurry, sometimes appearing closer and sometimes farther away.

Lucien....

Slowly turning my head, I notice that Lucien’s figure has become hazy, and the surrounding noise is drowned out by a buzzing sound.

He seems to have noticed that something is wrong with me as well, and he anxiously wraps his arm around my waist.

Lucien: MC.

I can’t hear anything.

I can only see his mouth opening and closing as if he’s calling out my name, but when I try to reach out and hold him, my hands are unresponsive and out of control.

It feels like an unknown force is pulling at my body, and I am aware that I have opened my mouth, uttering unexpected English words.

But in the next second, the translation earpiece automatically recognizes my voice and converts it into a cold, electronic sound—

‘MC’: “Hey, Professors, how can you two just casually leave the exhibition like that?”

What is happening?

No matter how much I try to wave my hands or shout out loud, it’s of no use.

It feels like my consciousness is being drawn into a vessel, and no matter how much my brain sends commands, my body refuses to obey my instructions.

Just as I try to seek help from Lucien, my legs suddenly start running forward, and then I leap up, using the railing in front of me for support, momentarily soaring into the air.

I sense a hint of pain as the ligaments in my thighs tear instantly, but in the next second, my body jumps over the railing.

Soon, the swing that I saw in the morning comes into view in my line of sight, and my hands immediately reach out from the bushes, holding a handgun.

After completing all the actions seamlessly, a cold muzzle is pressed against my temple.

Bang-!

My mind goes blank for a brief moment.

The expected pain and agony do not arrive as anticipated. In my line of sight, birds startle and flap their wings towards the sky, while the people around me scream and scatter in all directions.

In the chaos, several armed men drive the people who couldn’t escape into the tents, and sobs can be heard from inside.

Lucien: This evolver, what do you plan to do?

I feel the corners of my mouth twitch, and I keep the gun barrel pressed against my temple. I turn around and look at Lucien, whose face has turned icy.

His face is particularly grim, and the temperature around us seems to drop several degrees under the scorching sun.

But “I” simply give a shake to the bunny ears in my hand and let out a scoffing laugh.

‘MC’: “Professor, don’t be nervous. I’m just here to get the job done. If possible, I don’t want anyone to die here either.”

‘MC’: “So, before I explain my intentions, how about we quietly return to the venue?”

Lucien doesn’t take a step forward, and his narrow eyes become slightly cold.

Lucien: You have already stirred up trouble.

Lucien: I’m afraid that there won't be a way to calm things down peacefully.

As “I” speak, I tried countless times to escape from the white fog, but each attempt ends in failure.

Just as I am trying to calm down and think, “I” suddenly releases the grip on the gun and casually flips it around twice.

‘MC’: “Fine, let’s save some time then.”

‘MC’: “Although I’m not a professional, I do know that all of you have excellent research achievements. It’s just that they’re a bit too good.”

‘MC’: “If we continue to lower drug prices, there will always be people who are unhappy.”

‘MC’: “So, on behalf of my boss, I want to have a chat with all of you, discuss some business, and ensure that everyone presents has an opportunity to make money.”

The cold translation plays through the earphones, gradually making me realize that a terrorist attack is being launched against the exhibition.

However, he seems unfamiliar with Lucien, and the fact that I’m the one being "held hostage" is more like a “random stroke of luck.”

With that in mind, I instinctively nodded toward Lucien, despite being out of control.

‘MC’: “Alright, let’s go back to the venue with us. This way, I will release this lady.”

Lucien: I understand your intentions now.

Lucien: But you've taken the wrong person hostage. She is not a research team here.

Lucien: And compared to you, the person standing in front of you seems to pose an even greater threat.

My lips twitch again, but the bristling hairs on my body told me that there is some surging emotion building up.

However, the person controlling my body seems oblivious to this subtle change, even arrogantly crossing their arms.

‘MC’: “Professor, actually, my luck is not bad. Even if I’ve taken the wrong person hostage, she is still the most important one among these people.”

‘MC’: “Because you care about her a great deal, don’t you?”

‘MC’: “If you don’t believe me, take a look at this...”

The rabbit in my hand slips away and falls in front of my shoe.

I lift my hand and press it forcefully onto a sharp fence behind me, leaving a trail of blood.

A piercing pain spreads from my fingertips to my whole body, and my vision becomes blurred by involuntary tears.

However, the person controlling me seems to be devoid of shared pain, continuing to press down without any concern—

An instant frost envelops my fingertips, followed by my joints as they freeze, leaving my limbs completely immobilized in place.

Bang- Bang!

“I” follow the sound and look, only to see the people who were holding the gun also frozen on the ground, their eyes filled with fear clearly reflected through the ice crystals.

??: AHH-!

The people being held hostage immediately scream and flee from the tent, leaving only “me” and Lucien standing in place.

Lucien: Sorry.

Lucien: It might be a bit cold, but it'll be fine soon.

Lucien walks towards me step by step, and wherever he goes, thin ice forms in his steps.

I’m unconsciously trembling from the chilling air, and he covers the back of my hand with an even colder palm.

In just an instant, the gun in my hand is taken away by him.

[Part 4]

‘MC’: "If you're willing to do it, go ahead and shoot. After all, she'll be the only one getting hurt."

Lucien: I see you still haven't figured out the situation.

He shows no emotions on his face, the tightly pressed corners of his mouth sharp as a blade.

Lucien: The issue I'm facing has never been about making choices.

Lucien: Because even if you were to gamble with your life, your life is not worthy enough to do so.

Several sharp ice shards suddenly appear with us at the center, slanting downward and refracting a cold gleam of light.

Lucien: I know where you are.

Lucien: I also know what your fate will be.

At this moment, I feel my body stiffen, as if it's a reaction triggered by that Evolver.

‘MC’: “You-!”

All the ice shards pierce through, resoundingly embedding into the ground, except for one spot where a different sound emerges from the thicket of trees—

—like a muffled sound that blends together the piercing of flesh and bone.

As my body trembles uncontrollably, a body pierced by ice shards in each limb falls from among the trees.

Lying on the ground is a young man who appears to be around thirty years old, dressed in a plaid shirt...

In an instant, I recall that he seems to be the person who was sitting on the swing earlier in the morning!

So, it turns out they had already infiltrated early in the morning.

‘MC’: “....”

The person controlling my body seems to be overwhelmed with fear, only able to produce hoarse gasps.

Lucien takes oppressive steps forward, picking up the rabbit plush toy and the scattered game coins that fell to the ground.

Seeing my blood on them, a cold gleam flashes through Lucien's typically calm eyes, causing terrifying cracks to appear in the surrounding frost.

After a moment of silence, he sits on the nearby bench, quietly embracing the plush and holding it as if it were a lifeline.

Lucien: Sir, you made my rabbit dirty.

Lucien casually closes his eyes and raises the gun, pulling the trigger without care.

Bang-!

Lucien: However, that's not the only mistake you've made.

The barrel swiftly twists, and a bloody "firework" explodes on the man's finger.

Lucien's expression remains indifferent, but crimson bloodshot vessels have already filled the bottom of his eyes.

Like a calm sea surface concealing a dark vortex that has already surged, ready to swallow everything at any moment.

Everything- including himself.

Lucien: But now you still have the opportunity to make the final judgment.

Bang- Bang!

But Lucien seems uninterested in receiving a response, immediately firing several shots at the man’s various limbs.

The next moment, I feel my vision blur once again, but this time it seems like control over my body has returned.

I make a few deliberate movements with my fingers, and the sensations transmitted through the nerve endings make me realize that the person controlling me seems to have vanished from my body.

However, the peculiar sense of detachment amplifies within my body, and I can't prevent myself from losing strength and falling to the ground—

A strong hand scoops me up and embraces me.

Lucien: MC, it's all right now.

Lucien: It’s all right now…

It’s as if he said the last sentence to reassure himself, with barely detectable tremors in his soft voice.

MC: Lucien...

The lingering fear makes me instinctively cling to him, as if trying to absorb his warmth, burying it deep within my chest.

And he is holding me tightly, his large palm gently stroking me over and over again.

Lucien: Don't be afraid, I'm here.

MC: I... I can hear and see everything, but I just can't control myself...

Lucien: (chuckles softly) MC, do you need to confirm it again?

Lucien is holding my hand to his cheek, a cool and soft touch comes from his fingertips.

My fingertips tremble slightly, then slowly glide across his cheek, his nose, and the edge of his lips.

I want to imprint these ordinary touches deep into the bottom of my heart.

Lucien: Even though it feels a bit ticklish, you can take as much time as you need to be sure.

Lucien: I'll be here for you until you're fully at ease.

Lucien lowers his head and gently kisses my lips. His movement is light and slow as if he wants me to feel him as much as possible.

MC: Lucien....

I grip his lapel with a bit of force, feeling the tension of the fabric under my fingertips, gradually soothing my unease and palpitations.

Everything that just happened seems to be just a nightmare.

After deepening the last kiss, he gently sets me down, crouches, and takes hold of my knee, slowly rubbing it.

Lucien: Are you still cold?

Seeing the apology in his eyes, I shake my head, preparing to say something, when a siren suddenly rings out from the distance.

I stare blankly at the man who's fallen unconscious on the ground, the pool of blood beneath him is a shocking sight.

Lucien: He’s fine for now.

Lucien: But I need to take you to get bandaged up first.

He massages my knee again, his gaze fixed intensely on the coagulated blood at my fingertips.

Even though it's just a minor scrape, I don't want him to worry any further, so I obediently nod.

MC: There seems to be a medical station in the venue, so by the time the police arrive, we can still manage to cooperate and give statements...

Before I can finish, Lucien pulls me into his arms, his chin lightly resting on the top of my head.

Lucien: There's no need to rush

Lucien: I don't want to make you suffer any more today. I will negotiate with them to postpone the process until tomorrow morning.

He unconsciously tightens his grip, revealing deeper emotions beneath his slightly stern demeanor.

Apart from guilt, there's a greater sense of fear that he can’t control.

[it’s the fear of losing someone yet again :”]

I can't help but hug him tightly, feeling his silent but turbulent embrace.

MC: Even though I'm fine now, I'll still listen to you~

The light in Lucien's eyes softens a bit more, he releases me and picks up the rabbit plush at his foot, and gently pats it.

Lucien: MC, my plans have been disrupted, so to make it up to you...

Lucien: I will help you clean it. In the time that follows, both me and it will be here to bring you joy.

#it's rare to see lucien actually lose his shit like this #oh look new trauma unlocked #16+ as in mild gore warning #PG are you sure this is a date not main story-#mlqc lucien #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc spoiler #mlqc cn #mlqc translation #lucien: *looking at the man in his own pool of blood* eh he’ll be fine #also lucien: *looking at MC's minor scraps* are you hurt? you need to be bandaged up #the double standard is real #anyway 10/10 date really love the use of word like vortex #bc it reminiscent to what happen in main story

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aelingalathyniusrailme · 3 years

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'Hello life ruiner' 'oh calm down that was years ago and your life doesn't look that ruined to me' for Lucien and Eris?

ok so sorry this took me so long but here it is. I kind of went for a Damon/Stefan Esque vibe so hope you enjoy

A knock on the door had eris up from bed too early.

“Are you kidding me?” his lover asked. Their time together was rare as they were typically both occupied during this time of day, setting aside a few hours a week to make time for each other.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll be back to bed soon, and” eris smirked. “We’ll finish what we started.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’m counting on it” Eris quickly put a shirt on and walked to the door and peered through the hole. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Eris took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hello, life ruiner.”

Lucien gave the appearance of looking around. “Oh calm down, that was years ago and your life doesn’t look that ruined to me”

“Yes well, when you left my reputation shattered with my father's blood on my hands it took half a century to get back to a fraction of where I was.”

“So dramatic and we both know that that was only partly my fault.” When Eris didn’t respond, Lucien filled the silence. “Half a century? Huh, has it really been that long?” god his brother was infuriating, it took all of eris’s self-control not to smack him across his face.

“I actually believe it’s been about 75 years.” Eris turned around to face the voice. “Hello, Lucien.”

Lucien looked amused. “Hello Azriel.”

“That mate of yours making you lose track of time?” Azriel chuckled as Lucien tensed.

“Elain is doing well thank you for asking, I see you and my brother have remained close throughout the years.”

“Extremely and thoroughly” eris provided, enjoying the way Lucien shifted uncomfortably. “And as fun, as this little visit was, I have more important” Lucien's eyes flicked to Azriel. “Things to do.”

“Can’t get rid of me that fast brother, I was instructed to reconcile with you or sleep outside.”

“That bad? Seems to be a regular occurrence for you.”

“There’s that sense of humor I missed so much,” Lucien drawled. “So will you have a drink with me?”

“No.” Eris began to shut the door before Azriel stopped him.

“Sorry, can we just have a minute please?”

Lucien appeared grateful. “Of course.”

Eris turned to Azriel, “he destroyed my life, I am not going to have a drink with him.”

“Sweetie, it’s been almost a century and it was mostly beron’s fault.”

“Keyword being almost. Check back in 25”

“Minutes?” Azriel asked hopefully.

“Years.” Eris was about to walk away when Azriel stopped him gently grabbing his arm.

“Eris.” He turned to face him, Eris's gaze softening.

“Please, if not for him then for me, have a drink with your brother and maybe there will be some rewards after.” Eris hated when he got like that, everything about his resolve crumbled and all he wanted was to melt into his hard chest.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But those rewards better be nothing short of spectacular.”

It was Azriel's turn to smirk. “Oh, they will be.” He turned, dropping Eris’s arm, and walked back to his bedroom on silent feet, fading into the shadows. He looked like a god and Eris had to force himself to turn away. He opened the door once more to find his half-brother standing against the side of his house in a nonchalant manner, pretending he hadn’t been listening.

He shot Lucien a look. “Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“There are rules.”

“The control freak strikes again.” Eris shot him another look. “Ok ok, what are they?”

“You get 1 hour, and the words Mom, dad, hellion, Gwyn and our dead brothers do not come up.”

“No family, got it.” he held his hand out, eris knew he expected him to ask where they were going so he didn’t. Instead, he took his hand as Lucien winnowed them away.

A second later Eris opened his eyes immediately recognizing the stuffy summer court. It reeked of joy and pleasantries Eris did not want to participate in. They walked in silence into the town square to whatever trashy bar or club Lucien was taking him to. Suddenly he stopped in front of what appeared to be a lingerie store.

“Need some new panties brother?” He ignored him instead walking inside and whispering something to the cashier, something even his fae ears couldn’t pick up. The cashier flashed them a sly smile and walked to a rack of clothes. She snapped her fingers and a door appeared, Lucien turned to Eris and although this was unexpected, he kept his features completely neutral. Alright, at least he’s trying to make this interesting. He followed him through the door and down the stairs to a dark room lit with neon lights. The room was large and filled with high fae and faeries alike.

“It’s a chain, across all 7 courts, called the underground beluga.” Lucien provided even though Eris had pointedly not asked.

“Inconspicuous.” He chuckled at that. They went up to the bar and sat down.

“Bourbon please” and at the same Lucien said “a round of shots.”

The waiter looked confused, “So which is it, bourbon or shots?”

“We’ll have both.” Answered Eris to both the waiter and Lucien’s delight.

“I like your style.” responded the waiter.

Lucien clapped him on the back and pushed him to sit down. “As do I.”

Drink after drink came and just 1 had turned into 5, 7, maybe 10? It was hard to keep track. It started off tense but by drink 3 Eris and Lucien had dissolved into jokes and memories. Reminiscing the good, eluding the bad. They spoke of their childhood and when they had been close. He did well with avoiding the topic of family.

Eris was drunk as fuck. His mind was hazy and his vision blurred but he was sure that it was his name being called up to the stage. “Eris vanserra you’re up for karaoke, it was requested by a member in this club, that would like to remain anonymous, for you to sing don’t stop believin by journey to the middle.” He blinked twice and turned around to face his brother. The sly fox was smirking.

“Oh, you little shit.”

He took a sip from his bourbon, “I have no idea what you mean”

The host's voice came again “Eris, come on lad you’re not above karaoke get your ass up here.”

“You heard the man.”

And then the cheering began. “ER-IS ER-IS ER-IS”

“Come on brother, give the crowd what they want.” but eris had a better idea.

“Alright,” He paused, smirking, “brother.” Eris pressed his hand on Lucien's shoulder and winnowed them both to the stage. “This performance will now be a duet,” he announced to the crowd, causing an epidemic of cheering. Lucien’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, one not too different from the color of his hair. The music began and the lyrics to the song appeared in the air. Well this was happening, eris thought, might as well lean into it.

He gripped the microphone in one hand, letting the alcohol take over, and belted. “JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL.” he winked at a seraphim, walking to the center of the stage. “LIVIN IN A LO-NELY WORLDD. SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN AN-Y-WHERE.”

Eris looked to Lucien, enjoying the shock on his face, he gave him a look as if to say, your move brother.

Lucien cracked his neck, ran a hand through his hair and took the microphone in both hands. “JUST A CITY BOY. BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DESTROITTT.” with each word, his voice became more and more confident. “HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN AN-Y-WHERE”

Eris took the next two lines. “A SINGER IN A SMO-KEY ROOM. THE SMELL OF WINE AND CHEAP PERF-UMEE.”

Lucien cut him off. “FOR A SMILE THEY’D SHARE THE NIGHT. IT GOES ON AND ON, AND ON, AND ON.”

He joined Eris in the middle of the stage and they sang together. “STRANGERS, WAITIN. UP AND DOWN THE BOULEVARD. THEIR SHADOWS.” With the snap of Eris's fingers, their shadows reflected on the curtain began to dance on their own and he lit everything up in a heatless flame. “SEARCHIN IN THE NIGHTTT. STREETLIGHTS, PEOPLE. LIVIN JUST TO FIND EMOTION.” Eris and Lucien looked to each other and then at the crowd that was going crazy. “HIDIN, SOMEWHERE IN THE NIGHTTTT.”

In reality, they were sweaty, off-tune, drunk idiots doing karaoke. But to Eris in his drunken stupor, thought they were gods on that stage. Leaving every emotion he had felt in his almost 600 years with don’t stop believin. He was on a high and could not be brought down no matter what. Up on that stage with his brother, he was invincible.

They sang at least 4 more songs, each one more insane than the last. They drank and joked until the sun came up. And though Eris had nowhere near forgiven his brother, maybe just maybe he had taken a step in the right direction.

#one shot #drabble #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #azris #elucien #some good old fashion brotherly love #brother banter

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asilentfrenzy · 4 years

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(this dissapeared when i tried to save it as a draft 😬)

hmm smells like bait but i’ll bite anyway to get this out of the way lol

i can see why it’s a ship, obviously (then again i have been involved in fandoms long enough to know that any ship is possible lol). elain is sweet and vulnerable, and azriel has the right approach out of all of them during her current healing stage in the books. azriel is the dark brooding character who needs to heal as well. it’s a classic gentle, soft girl with the mysterious, closed off boy type of ship. however, i don’t think they’re right for each other beyond friends (which is all i saw them as until i came to the fandom and saw that they were some giant ship that people are really confident about being canon??). azriel is very dark (he tortures people) and he has quite a temper, and that just doesn’t seem like something elain needs or is prepared to deal with. he has a lot in his past that i don’t believe elain would push him to actually deal with just as i don’t believe azriel would push elain to bring out the parts of herself that she needs to deal with. they would be a very… quiet and safe couple, but almost distant in a way (boring). azriel has also been (and is still) pining over the same woman for 500 years

and on the other side of why i don’t ship them - lucien. i am a lucien stan, and up until his mate he has had to suffer with the tormenting memories of the woman he thought was his mate being murdered in front of his face by his father while he was held down and forced to watch by his brothers. for him to find his actual mate only for her to be used as an “example of hOw a bOnD cAn bE rEjEcTeD” or, even better, to be used to accommodate the idea of “azriel deserving to have someone reject their mate for him” (are you fucking kidding me lol do you know how fucked up that sounds?? ya bc apparently lucien deserves to be the mate that is rejected i suppose lol gross af) ON TOP OF losing his best friend, his court (both courts actually), being treated like shit by feyre & co, and pretty much being completely alone aside from like julian and vassa (which oc everyone “ships” because they need somewhere to put lucien to help their ship sail and she’s pretty much his only option) that?? would be pretty fucking shitty lol

but, aside from the bond, i genuinely ship elain and lucien. lucien is socialable and charismatic like elain, he enjoys nature, is outgoing, lively, lighthearted, etc. lucien is blunt and calls people out - elain likes to dismiss things that she doesn’t want to deal with to maintain the “ignorance is bliss” type of bubble she tries to maintain. lucien would call out this naivety, where idk if azriel would. not like lucien would at least

and no, not saying elain is “owed” to lucien so chill tf out, friends lol

like a lot of ships in different fandoms, elriel is drawn together by a few interactions (that were sweet of course, not taking that away) that are blown to the utmost proportions. azriel is a fan fav as the quiet, brooding and misunderstood guy, and while him and someone like elain have the potential for a sweet relationship - i don’t think that it has to be elain specifically to fill that role that shippers see for him as his s/o

mates are rare. as much as the fandom likes to pick and choose when they want to acknowledge the significance of the bond, the bond is still VERY significant. and i definitely fucking think lucien is the LAST character who deserves his bond to be used to paint an “example” of when a bond is rejected lmfao like what

yeah. elain and azriel have had more positive interactions. but they have also been in a war/dealing with the repercussions of a war. they’re immortals. they have time

(sorry, but i just saw the “imagine if azriel had someone choose him over their mate” bullshit again for like the 13th time and can i just say 🤢🤢🤢🤢 imagine wishing for/being cool with someone else’s suffering and rejection just so your boy can feel warm and fuzzy inside lmfao CAN’T RELATE)

what azriel really deserves is to receive the honesty from mor about where she stands, have the time to get over her, and to find someone who has the full capacity to understand him and has enough in common with him for them to truly thrive

also three “brothers” with the three sisters?? c'mon now

#acotar #elucien #anti elriel #tagging anti so i don't clog the ship tag like how the elucien tag is clogged w elriel lol #lucien vanserra #if i sound bitter it's bc i am oof

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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Feysand: Punching Bags

Modern Feysand AU

Feyre breaks up with her abusive boyfriend and goes to a boxing gym to work out aggression. She meets the trainer Cassian who then realizes, hey, you’d like my brother.

Also: “Hey kiss me, my ex is here.”

All of the bat boys are actual brothers and Mor is all their cousins.

No azriel and mor love story for that reason.

and can we talk about how i got this idea from talking to my therapist

Stupid dick.

Those were my only thoughts as I got out of my car to go into the boxing studio.

Work out your aggression, Alis, my therapist, said to me. You went through an abusive relationship, Feyre. It’ll help get that resentment out.

I sighed again, pulling on the door handle, I could practically smell the sweat. The place was called Blood Rite. Nesta and Elain grimaced at the name after I told them where I was going. There was another thing that caused aggression; judgement from my sisters.

There were two black haired tan men at the counter, one had shaggy hair that didn’t go past his ears. The other had long hair that was pulled into a bun. I walked up to the counter, the bun-man greeted me, “hi, welcome to Blood Rite, how can I help you?” “Hi, I spoke with someone on the phone that said I could just….come in and punch?”

He smiled, Jesus he was pretty. “Yeah, just a 50 dollar fee and you can punch till your heart's content.”

“Thank you,” I paid, I was about to go to the locker rooms when he called out.

“Miss? We always ask names here, I’m Cassian, this is Azriel.” The shaggy haired one smiled and waved.

“I’m Feyre.”

“Nice to meet you, Feyre.” I smiled in response. and went to the locker room with my bag. I wasn’t used to smiling at males again, Tamlin didn’t like it and I didn’t want to get hit. I sighed in frustration, I know I couldn’t have left in that situation. But it was still frustrating. I threw my bag into a locker, slid my phone into my leggings pocket and plugged in the headphones.

I wrapped my hands and began punching, I punched before Tamlin, it was one of those things he “didn’t like me doing”. At first, I didn’t notice the controlling aspects. He blamed it on his ex, Ianthe or whatever.

Punch. Punch. Punch.

I didn’t wear the right clothes, I ate too much, I didn’t eat the right foods, I didn’t smile enough, I was too nice, too flirty.

Why was I not good enough for that piece of shit? What did I do? What did I do to make him so fucking angry that he hit every goddamn day of our relationship?

Every cell of my body was on fire with different emotions, my hands felt numb, it wasn’t because of how much I punched, it was because of the anxiety coursing through my veins. My legs were itching to have kicked him in the balls, at least once.

I could still feel his hands on me, how he’d grab my shoulders and yank me back to him if I walked away. How every time he was behind me, every hair on my body stood up.

Someone touched my shoulder.

Without thinking I spun around and punched them in the face. Then I saw the tan skin and long black hair, Cassian fell to the ground groaning. I ripped my earbuds out of my ears, “oh my god, I’m so sorry!” He groaned, “fucking hell, you throw a punch.” “I’m sorry,” I winced, I offered up a hand to help him up, he grabbed my hand. “Oh thank god it’s not bleeding,” I said.

“It’s alright.” He said, “but damn you throw a good punch.”

I winced again, he continued, “but I was telling you, we’re closing.”

My cheeks went crimson, “aw shit, what a way to end your night.”

He shrugged and smiled, “no problem, but I can tell you’re going through some shit, there’s a great place down the road, you seem like you need a friend.”

This dude would totally be a serial killer. “Sure,” I said, “What’s the name, I could meet you there?” Eh, what else did I have to lose? I was living in my sister's basement.

“Great, there’s this place called Rita’s down the road, I’ll be there in ten, I have to close down the computers and turn on the whole security protocol.”

I nodded, “okay, see you there.” I ran off to go get my bag, I went to my car and hoped to god that I didn’t get killed tonight.

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Rita’s was a bar. I quickly looked up their menu on my phone, Cassian said he’d be here in ten because all he had to do was close down the computers because Azriel took care of the money.

Ugh, they had truffle fries, what a blessing.

I saw him walk up to the doors and wait, I looked at the clock, he was right on time. I swallowed down the bundle of nerves, what if Tamlin showed? My stomach fell to my ass.

I swallowed my fear and met him at the door, he offered me his arm, and I took it, smiling. We went and sat at a table, a waitress came, we ordered.

He sighed and looked at me kindly. “So, you want me to ask the hard question or the easy ones?”

“Give me an example of both.”

“Easy: what’s your favorite color?” not red, “Hard: what made you so angry that you punched me that hard?” He asked, concerned.

My stomach sank, “blue.” I answered the first one.

He nodded, “Mines red, favorite food?”

“Truffle fries.” I said, “Chicken wings. This place has the best truffle fries.” He said wistfully.

“Yeah, I saw their menu online, definitely going to enjoy those. So do you own the gym?”

“I run it with my brothers, Azriel and Rhysand.”

“Ah.” I said, awkwardly closing the conversation.

It was awkward now, making friends was never my strong suit, it was Elains.

“You should really talk about what’s bothering you.” He said gently, I nodded, “no judgement?”

“Nope. But you’re so much like my brother, not talking about shit, afraid of being a burden.”

I huffed a laugh, “wow, you really attacked me with that one.”

“Hey, I know shit. So tell me.”

So I did, I spilled my guts to a complete stranger, I told him everything. From Tamlin and I meeting, first date, first signs of abuse. Everything. He held my hand.

I made a friend.

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A few more months went by, Cassian and I had a routine of me going to the studio every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night. Cas staying an hour after hours for us to talk, work out, whatever and then getting food after.

But tonight was different. Cassian invited me out with his friends, who apparently have been dying to meet me after accidentally giving him a black eye. Azriel and him talked me up, I have never met Rhysand, he only came in on weekends and weekends were the days I dedicated to myself.

But I’ve heard the other regular girls gush about him.

I wore skin tight black jeans, black shirt with no sleeves that was skin tight and had a cut out by my breasts. If I lifted my arms, the shirt exposed my midriff. Tamlin had forbidden this shirt, so I felt it was needed to break it out again. My muscles from working out and punching shit showed off quite nicely and I had heeled black boots.

I shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbed my leather jacket and headed out. I thought I had managed to avoid my sisters’ gazes but nope, Nesta is like a hawk.

“Where the hell are you going looking like that?”

“Out.” I said as I grabbed my keys.

“Feyre.”

“Nesta.” I said, warning in my voice as I turned around to face her. I wouldn’t be backing down, I will never back down again.

Elain turned the corner, her eyes widening at my outfit, “where are you going?”

“She says she’s going ‘out’.” Nesta said.

Elain hummed, “well, have fun Fey.” She smiled, a genuine, real smile, grabbed her hot chocolate and left the room.

I looked at Nesta with a ‘ha’ expression and opened the door to the garage, but not before I heard her go, “be safe.” I sighed as the door shut, if I went back in, it’d kill Nesta’s pride, me knowing that she cares. I brushed it off, I was going to have fun tonight with friends. Well, friends of a friend.

Good enough for me.

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Rita’s was packed, I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel in anxiety, okay I got this.

I pulled out my phone to text Cassian, I’m here.

Three dots popped up, fuck yeah, i’m on my way to the parking lot.

I smiled and got out, it was warm for March but the sun was gone so it was chilly again. Clutching my jacket closer to my body, I walked to the doors.

I ignored the creeps outside, Cassian came out and greeted me with a hug, “heya Feyre.” He waggled his eyebrows at the rhyme.

I rolled my eyes, “that was awful.”

“Get used to it, the group is ready with stories and puns for you.”

“Is it too late for me to leave?” I joked as he pulled me into the building.

“Yup, you’re stuck with me and now them.”

My heart warmed at being accepted so quickly, Lucien didn’t accept me quickly. My heart then cooled at the thought of him. I missed him.

“What’re you thinking about?” He said as we walked to the back of the club. “It’s just...been awhile since I’ve been out like this.” I shrugged.

He nodded and squeezed my hand in comfort.

We found the group in the back, well, I’m assuming they’re the group based on the fact that Azriel is there too. When he saw me he smiled (which was rare and I was so happy to see it), he got out of the giant booth to hug me, which again, surprised me but I was glad for it.

“Everybody, this is Feyre.” I waved awkwardly as both brothers had their arms around me.

“I’m Morrigan,” said the beautiful blonde.

“Amren.” The other woman said, she was beautifully terrifying,

“And I’m Rhysand.” Said the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He had the most beautiful eyes, Jesus christ. Were they violet?

I knew there was good genes in that family (hello look at Cassian and Azriel) but fucking hell. I smiled at all of them, don’t be an idiot, Feyre

Cassian let me slide in on the left side first of the u shaped booth, then he slid in after me. I was right next to Morrigan who hugged me, “I’m so glad to finally meet you!” She squealed.

“I can’t believe you punched Cassian.” Rhysand laughed downing his whiskey.

“She’s working on her anger management.” Cassian joked.

“Watch it, I can punch you again. And this time, it’ll be on purpose.” I gave him a look that had him howling.

The others started laughing which eased the knot that was formed in my belly. Morrigan began telling more stupid stories about Cassian. Turns out they were cousins, Jesus everyone is related except Amren.

Eventually, Cassian and Morrigan worked together to drag Amren and Azriel out onto the dance floor.

“I can’t believe we kept missing each other.” Rhysand said.

“I know,”

“Was it worth the wait?”

I pretended to think about it, “hmm, I finally met the great Rhysand and he doesn’t ask me to dance? Not really.” Okay, I need to stop drinking.

But he smiled, those violet eyes twinkling. “I guess that means I can’t disappoint.” He got up and offered me his hand, I smiled and took it.

He led me onto the dance floor, “just an fyi, I haven’t danced on the club floor in about three years.” I warned. Another thing Tamlin ruined for me.

“Well, then, let’s dust off those moves!” Last Friday Night by Katy Perry started playing.

I nearly rolled my eyes but then Rhysand started twirling me around, I started laughing. He then did some weird disco which nearly killed me. He pulled me into his arms, him and I danced together, his hands on my swaying hips, it felt freeing. We kept laughing and I felt light.

Haven’t felt this in years.

I saw a flash of familiar bronze hair, my stomach sank, it was Lucien. ANd next to him, Tamlin. Motherfucker. I quickly turned into Rhysand who noticed immediately, “what?” He whispered.

“Keep dancing,” I said breathlessly, “him and his friend are over at the bar.”

“Who?”

“My ex. Blond and redhead guys, blond is my ex.”

“The ex?” He referenced, Cassian told me that Rhysand had asked about my story, and he told it with my permission.

“Yes.” I said, nerves fluttering in my stomach.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. But they’re looking.”

“Fuck. Kiss me, please?” “Darling, you don't have to ask. Been thinking about it all night.” I turned my head, he went down and met me. This kiss was seering. My fingers wove themselves into his hair, my fingernails scraped his scalp and he groaned into my mouth. His hands slid up my waist, he gently squeezed my mid riffe, his fingers cold against my hot skin.

We pulled away, he checked, “they’re gone.” I smiled, “thank you.”

“Anytime.” He smiled back.

The group found us, it was obvious we had kissed, both our lips were swollen, his hair was a mess thanks to me, and his hands were still on my wrist.

They were about to say something, when Juice by Lizzo started playing. Cassian shouted and dragged me to go dance with him, I grabbed Rhys, who grabbed Az, who grabbed Mor and she grabbed Amren. All of us ended up in a dance circle just being idiots.

Mor and I duetted the bridge of the song, “somebody come get this man, I think he got lost in my dms!”

“What!”

“My dms!”

“What!”

“You better come get your man, I think he wanna be way more than friends!”

“What!”

“More than friends!”

We danced a few more hours away, when the others got tired, but I didn’t wanna go home. It was 2 in the morning but I felt alive. Rhysand and I went down to a diner, the others were ready to throw in their dancing shoes but since I wanted to stay out; which never happened, Rhysand stayed out with me. I didn’t have to worry about coming home to an angry man who would beat me.

I felt so free.

We pulled up to a 90s themed diner, the car ride wasn’t awkward but it wasn’t at ease, that kiss loomed over us.

“I’m sorry about that kiss,” I said, once we were seated, my conscious just wouldn’t let me wait till later.

“It’s okay,” he smiled. “I didn’t mind it.”

I smiled. The waitress came over and we both ordered milkshakes. “I craved milkshakes like crazy whenever I went out.” I said.

“When was the last time you went out like this?”

I sighed, trying not to let the smile slip, “three years. But hey, I made some pretty amazing friends tonight, and I met you.” Vodka makes me ballsy, never again.

“I’m different from a friend?” He asked, smiling.

I nodded, “I don't kiss my friends.” Not like that, at least.

“So is this a date?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow.

I nodded, “I think so.”

“Thank God, cause seriously, you’re beautiful.” He said, “and I’m a lucky man.”

I smiled, little did I know, this was the beginning of the rest of my life.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #cassian #azriel #morrigan #amren #feyre archeron #rhysand #feysand #elain archeron #nesta archeron

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spaceshipkat · 6 years

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Okay so the only SJ/M books I’ve read have been acotrash w the exception of fas, I liked them but ended up finding the anti tags which has been a blessing, there’s so many plot holes in those books and honestly i rewrite half the sentences/wording in my head while reading to make them palatable (females/males is the worst offender to my eyes), but there’s one big thing that I haven’t seen discussed in the anti blogs I’ve perused, and that is the canonical fact that the mating bond doesn’t (1/?)

always (or even usually!) choose “soulmates” or even people who are *good* for each other. Rice’s parents are the books’ most touted example, they ended up being horrible for each other in Rice’s own words. Now, if SJ/M was a better creator, this would open up a big avenue for Feyrug to realize that maybe, she and Rice are not as perfectly compatible as she thinks. But instead, that aspect is completely ignored, and actually makes the “mating bond” thing even more nonsensical than it (2/?)

already is. If it’s so widely acknowledged that the mating bond often doesn’t mean shit in terms of actual compatibility and love, and is just there to facilitate “optimum breeding” (blech), then why is it constantly held up as this end-all, be-all of romance? Why is it so goddamned important? Lucy’s dead gf should be far more important to him than Ela/ine, from a purely emotional standpoint, yet we see him losing his mind over this girl he’s never met just because “she’s his mate.” It’s (3/?)

all so contradictory, and I should know better now than to expect rational thought in these books, but it’s such a lost opportunity that could be explored so well in the hands of a better writer. TL;DR The mating bond holds no emotional significance even in SJ/M’s own canon beyond making those possessive and territorial “fae” “males” even more violent. (4/4)

YES. EXACTLY. all that riceman and faerug think about is sex, when to have sex, where to have sex, how to have sex, etc. their entire relationship begins and ends with sex. and the overuse of “mate” not only trivializes all other relationships in the books, it makes them all pointless. does amren have a mate, since she was an angel prior to transforming in the cauldron? why do humans have mates (as evidenced by faerug being riceman’s mate, nesta being cassian’s mate, and elain being lucien’s mate) if it’s a fae-only thing? from what i know, riceman knew that faerug was his mate for years–a lot of stans argue that faerug was dreaming of him bc of her paintings and some other thing that i don’t remember bc it was kinda dumb–but she was human. if she stayed human, would they still be mates? how does mating with a human guarantee the best offspring will be produced? i could rant about this all day, but you get my point.

also worth noting: mating bonds are (supposedly) very rare, which doesn’t explain why the bond exists at all. what do people do if they never meet their mate? do they have children, knowing they won’t be as ~powerful~ if they’d been mates? why do faerug, nesta, and elain have mates? riceman and co are centuries old, so they’ve gone centuries without producing children? if children are that important to fae, they should’ve been producing children all this time? why weren’t any of them married before faerug, nesta, and elain were born? is this one of those gross situations where people know who their mates are centuries before they’re even born? it’s clear sj/m didn’t plan ahead bc remember how she said that nesta was going to be mates with someone else (lucien, iirc) but then sj/m wrote her into the story and declared nesta and cassian couldn’t get away from each other?

ugh. i’ll stop now. tl;dr: the mating bond is moronic.

#ask #trashprinxe #anti sjm #anti acotar

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baaabyjane · 7 years

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ACOWAR IS COMING *theories*

I HAVEN’T READ THE SPOILERS YET AND I DON’T WANT TO BECAUSE IT WILL RUIN THE FIRST TIME FEELS.

A lot of questions and probable scenarios have been driving me to insanity, and other people’s theories have me short circuiting with excitement and dread.

JUST A FEW MORE DAYS AND WE’LL BE ACTUALLY READING ACOWAR. AND I FEEL LIKE I DON’T WANT TO KNOW BUT I GOTTA KNOW.

1. Who will die? Death says that we’re being greedy and SJM had to give one of the Inner Circle.

2. What is Amren really? PLEASE BE A DRAGON. MAYBE LIKE A WYVERN BUT NOT? (I really miss Abraxos can’t you tell? But Lol wrong series)

3. How is Cassian’s wings? THOSE WINGS BETTER BE GOOD AS NEW OR I LOSE MY SHIT (We could always use spider silk but then again Lol wrong series)

4. Is Azriel and Morrigan okay now? QUIET BABY BAT BETTER BE HEALTHY AND WHY ARE THERE PEOPLE THEORIZING THAT MORRIGAN IS MATES WITH THE KING OF HYBERN??? THIS BETTER NOT BE REAL OR I WILL BREAK THINGS, PREFERABLY THE KING OF HYBERN’S BONES

5. How different is Nesta? Nesta wasn’t described as Fae, she was said to be different. PLEASE TELL ME SHE’S ILLYRIAN! WE NEED CONFIRMATION

6. Is Elain freaking out or is she handling the Fae life like a pro? SHE WAS ENGAGED INTO A FAE-HATING FAMILY, NOW SHE’S FAE AND APPARENTLY HAS A MATE.

7. Is Lucien still an idiot? IF YOU WANT TO BE WITH ELAIN, YOU BETTER JOIN THE SQUAD AND WORK FOR IT

8. Is Feyre’s Mom still alive? What the hell has their Dad been doing? THERE’S SOMETHING REAL SHADY AF ABOUT THEIR PARENTS

9.THE WALL? WE KNOW IT’S GONNA COME DOWN BUT WHEN??? IT’S GOING DOWN I’M YELLING TAMLIN STOP HELPING HYBERN YOU FUCKING TOOL

10. TAMLIN’S REDEMPTION? I WILL ASSUME THAT HE WILL COME TO HIS SENSES AND THAT TOOL WILL TRY TO FIX THINGS *laughs hysterically and rolls into the sunset*

11. IANTHE IS TAMLIN’S BABYMAMA? SHIIIIIIIIIT WHAT IF THAT BTCH REALLY IS PREGGERS? I just don’t like that the evil scheming priestess bitch finally got what she wanted: A BABY WITH A HIGH LORD “What happens in Calanmai, doesn’t stay in Calanmai.” BUT WHAT IF TAMLIN DIDN’T PARTICIPATE IN CALANMAI? That would be stupid because they need that ritual for their lands but I wouldn’t put it past Tamlin because he’s been making really bad desicions lately and he’s been a whiny spoiled child about Feyre.

12. FEYRE WITH RHYSAND’S BABY? YAASSS BABY FEYSAND But wait, there’s a war Hmmm Lmao sorry little babybat jr. but not yet

13. What about the Smut? Tamlin will most likely try to start something with Feyre back at Spring Court, I really think she’ll be able to turn him down easy. ON OTHER NEWS, FEYSAND NEEDS TO VISIT THAT LINGERIE SHOP AND LET’S NOT FORGET THAT WALL SCENE WE WERE PROMISED *winks with both eyes*

14. THE SURIEL BETTER BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE SECRET REVELATIONS I’m just looking for any excuse to have the Suriel and Feyre get together again #BFFs

15. CHARACTERS? Are we ever gonna find out the King of Hybern’s name? WE’RE GOING TO MEET MIRYAM AND DRAKON YAAASSS! WE’RE GONNA SEE TARQUIN AGAIN! Hopefully, we’ll get to meet new characters from the other courts since we’ve only been to 3 out of 7 and das not gud. WE NEED ALLIES! Putting the two halves of the Book of Breathings together will release power that will call to creatures kinda like Amren that are trapped in this world and cannot come back to their own, ARE WE GONNA ENCOUNTER THEM? ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO FIGHT THEM? COULD THEY BE ALLIES? *mutters prayer for TOG crossover*

16. The Return to the Spring Court? I would like to think that Feyre will have people there who would help her. Alis has helped her many times before, maybe she’ll help her again. Lucien is suspicious of her but he wants to be with her sister. She’ll be spying and snooping around to learn about the King of Hybern’s plans, maybe she’ll find secrets like Illyrian wings used as trophies and souvenirs from the old Human Slavery Age.

17. FEYRE’S POWERS? How much more has she developed? Will she delve more deeply into her power? Will we see more of the powers that she only rarely uses? Will she have new powers we’ve never seen her try before? Hopefully. I’M SO EXCITED FOR HER TO GO ALL BADASS AND BLOW EVERYONE AWAY literally and figuritavely.

18. RIDDLE? FORESHADOWING? “Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade—that is the cycle. Like calls to like.” The Cauldron and Feyre must be unmade, what? Idk about the Cauldron but it feels like it pertains to Feyre because she was made into Fae by the powers of the Seven High Lords of Prythian. Is Feyre gonna be the one to die? Is she gonna become human again? Or maybe this quote just meant how The Book of Breathings and Feyre are similar? WHAT DOES IT REALLY MEAN? THIS IS GIVING ME NAMELESS IS MY PRICE VIBES

19. ACOWAR WILL HAVE ELEMENTS FROM SNOW WHITE? ACOTAR was Beauty And The Beast, ACOMAF was Hades and Persephone, how will ACOWAR be like Snow White?

20. So where’s that TOG and ACOTAR crossover I’ve been praying for? YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT, TOO.

P.S. I’M REALLY SORRY BUT I DON’T HAVE ANY POTATO ON ME. PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME.

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