I don’t even know what this is
I think this is the result of me having a literal mental breakdown tonight. I’m not having a great time. It probably sounds like a drunk person wrote this but I promise you, my 15yo ass is perfectly sober at 10:30 on a Saturday. Probably will delete in the morning but ANYWAYS here’s some Feyrhycien 🤷🏼♀️
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Rhys was sad. His boyfriend and girlfriend weren’t home yet and he’d had a rough day at work.
Oh look there’s the door. The keys turn in the lock and yay Lucien and Feyre are home.
They have food which makes Rhys happier than he already was seeing them. But he’s still stressed and upset about work. So Lucien and Feyre sit down on either side of him.
Feyre loops her arm through his and rests her head on his shoulder and plays with his fingers. Lucien brushes back Rhys’ hair.
“What’s wrong, my love?” Lucien asks, his hand gently massaging Rhys’ head. Rhys sighs.
“Work was hard. Stupid fucking businessmen with all their stupid money. Such a struggle,” Rhys replies.
Lucien nods and presses a kiss to Rhys’ temple. Feyre gets up and gets plates from the kitchen for their food (what kind of food? Gwyneth has no idea).
They put on Star Wars! Oh yes, Rogue One is Rhys’ favourite Star Wars movie even though it’s very sad. Lucien and Feyre like it but it’s not their favourite. Rhys has tried to change their minds, it never works. Anyways, they put on Rogue One because they know Rhys loves it yay.
They eat their food as they watch and when they’re done, Rhys basically melts into Lucien. Rhys’ head is back on Lucien’s chest, and Lucien is running his fingers through Rhys’ hair. Rhys is very content. Especially when Feyre curls up into him as well.
They fall asleep before everyone gets blown up, which is good because Rhys cries no matter what. Sober or drunk. He. Always. Cries.
Yay happy cuteness.
The end.
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Oh hey I’ll tag some people I guess?
@illyrianrhys @howtotameyourillyrian @mywritingbox @foxboylucien
I’m sorry for subjecting you to this though
Oh my gosh 😂
This is my favourite thing ever