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Feyre Marlowe. 25. Photographer/Attendant at A Fresh Tart.

[feyre-marlowe]

harleyhua​:

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She wasn’t looking directly at him, and at first he was worried that would be a problem. But thanks to the ability to magically filter out further away noises, combined with her saying the bulk of what she needed to while making eye contact, he didn’t need to ask her to repeat anything. Over there. The man was injured, and it would probably be best for them to go to him instead of expecting him to make it to where Harley was at. He nodded, more than willing to help out. He was going to reach his limits soon enough as well, but he had at least a few more heals he could do. “Yeah….of course. Not a problem. But…once I put down the sound barrier,” he gestured to the invisible walls behind her. “I won’t be able to hear anything you say. So give me the rundown of his injuries now, and…“ He trailed off, taking his cell phone out of his pocket. 1% battery left. He frowned. “My phone’s dead. Can you type things into your phone if you need to tell me something?”

She listened intently, and tried to not be distracted by the chaos beyond the invisible walls. “Right okay, uh- one second let me see.” She pulled out her phone, briefly turning on the screen to check the percentage. 25%. It’ll work for now. Feyre nodded, looking back at the person in front of her. “Yeah, I can do that. He has a gash on his leg, upper thigh- about here,” She drew a line on her own thigh where the cut was on the stranger, her own eyes not leaving them.  “It got caught on a piece of the fence someone tipped over. I got the bleeding to stop, but I need help closing it up.”

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kennedyyoung​:

Admittedly, it was a stupid question. How could anyone be okay after being attacked like that? Still, Kennedy had no experience with anything like this. Trauma. Hate. She didn’t really know how to comfort her friend. All she ever experienced was homophobic micro-aggressions and those were never violent. People were never out to irradiate her yet now it felt like they were. Even worse, they were out to irradiate her friends. She wished she could do more but she was utterly powerless.

Kennedy ignored Fey’s pinkie. “Why do you sound like you’re leaving?” Kennedy questioned, her brows narrowing in disapproval. “There’s no way I’m letting you out that door until we know for sure whether you can heal yourself or not. I’m not going to let you recharge just to use it on someone else.” Maybe it was selfish to demand that Fey use her magic to help herself first, but Kennedy didn’t feel like it was wrong. “There’s a reason why airlines tell you to put on your air mask first before helping anyone else. You’re no use to anyone if you are dead.”

She suddenly smiled and cocked her head to the side, her eyes running over her friend, playfully measuring her up. “And right now, without your magic and with one arm, I might actually be able to take you so don’t you dare try to run.”

Feyre’s lips parted as she tried to speak, get a word in to let the girl know she’d be fine. That she wouldn’t use her magic on anyone else before she fixed herself, but she knew Kennedy’s worries and concerns were extremely on brand for her. After all, she had the self preservation skills of a red panda- absolutely none. So, her mouth closed as she listened to her friend speak, her own playful smile growing on her face as Kennedy sized her up. 

Without a word, she dropped the hand of her injured arm to her side, raising a playful brow as she took a step back from Kennedy, then another. Obviously she wasn’t going to try to escape, but every time Kennedy made a threat like that there was a part of her that wanted to see how far she’d get- even if her arm was mildly throbbing in pain. Maybe it was an attempt to distract herself, or get Kennedy’s mind off the serious injury she sustained, but she couldn’t help but slightly give in to that impulse. 

“Oh, you mean that door?” She glanced over her shoulder briefly at the door behind her before shooting her friend a playful smile, taking another step towards it. “This one? Right here?” She held out her hand towards the handle, acting like she’d open it when she got close enough. 

[daniellecamp]

DANIELLE CAMPBELL via @ colinwoodell Instagram stories

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kennedyyoung​:

At Fey’s joke, she chuckled, “Probably but that’s not an endorsement for you to go and get hurt again.” What could she say? Scars could be hot. She continued to dry off the wound before moving on to bandaging it up. She went as gently as she could to avoid hurting Fey too much but there was only so much she could do. She had no special powers and felt rather inadequate to her friend who could actually heal people.

She listened as Fey described what happened and her body suddenly tensed knowing that her friend had actually been personally attacked. She figured the terrorist attack was in protest of supernaturals but to know that individuals were intentionally targeted brought a chill to her spine. Luckily, she was done with Fey’s arm and hoped her gut fear reaction wasn’t too noticeable. “That’s horrible…” She immediately reached up and cupped the girl’s cheek, her eyes flooded with sympathy and maybe just the tiniest hint of anger at the person who did this to her. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?”

It was hard to not get dragged in to the memories of what happened earlier that night. She tried to forget that man’s low laugh, how his breath breezed by her ear as she dragged her towards the flames. Her breath had begun to hitch in her lungs, like she couldn’t take a full breath, her stomach tied in knots, until she felt something touch her face, bringing her back to the present. She didn’t mean to flinch slightly at the initial touch, but as soon as she looked up and remembered it was Kennedy in front of her, the sweet, adorably awkward girl she’d grown so close to over the last few months, she relaxed against the touch, leaning her face into the girl’s hand. 

“I-” A lost and helpless look flashed across her face. ‘I don’t know,’ was her initial reaction, but she couldn’t make the words come out. After a moment, she tried again, “I... I think I’m okay. Or, I will be- to be honest I don’t really know how I’m doing,” She shrugged, and huffed a little laugh, though tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “I’m alive, so I know it’ll get better. It has to.” She didn’t know if she was actually answering the question, trying to reassure her friend, or trying to reassure herself. Her hand left her chest, resting instead on the hand that held her face. “You’ve done so much already. Patching me up, and all. This helps too,” She sniffled a little, and brought a small smile to her face. Her thumb ran across the back of Kennedy’s hand, making sure she knew what she was referring to. 

Feyre’s gaze danced along Kennedy’s face, trying to commit everything to memory. After that mortality reminder, she cherished everything even more. The friends she’d made on the island, the memories- like their amazing time at the carnival. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” She said quietly, her eyes meeting Kennedy’s again. She added, a gentle and playful edge to her voice, “And, if I can’t heal it myself in the next few hours, I’ll go get help. By morning at the latest. Promise.” She raised her opposite hand, a small noise of discomfort came from the back of her throat as she moved her arm to hold out her pinkie, “You can come and remind me how dumb I am for not getting it fixed sooner, if you want.”

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kennedyyoung​:

If the situation weren’t so serious, Kennedy might have taken a moment to admire the cute little profane mutters coming from Fey’s mouth. Fortunately, she was too busy hunting for the first aid kit to reveal her kinks just yet so she escaped that embarrassment. After a few more seconds of hunting, she finally found what she was looking for and placed the kit beside the sink as she waited for Fey to finish rinsing it all off.

She grabbed a few clean towels and gestured for Fey to give her arm over so she could properly dry it. “I hope it doesn’t feel as bad as it looks…” Now that there was nothing in the way, it was clear how nasty the injury was. “What happened?” she asked, tearing her eyes away from the dabbing so she could seek out the truth. It was really hard to lie to her puppy dog eyes (at least that’s what she hoped).

She shook the droplets off of her fingertips into the sink before she gave her arm to Kennedy. Feyre eyed the cloth warily, knowing she needed to be dried off for the bandaging to do it’s job, but also knowing damn well it would hurt like hell. As if on cue, as the cloth was dabbed closer to her wound, she had to bite the back of her hand to keep from crying out. 

“Unfortunately, it’s right on the money.” She removed the hand from her face as she became somewhat accustomed to the discomfort, running her hand through her hair to get it out of her face. “Think I’ll at least get a cool scar out of this?” She asked jokingly, using humor as yet another coping mechanism. 

At her question, Feyre’s eyes left the gruesome scene on her arm to look up at the girl in front of her. Those dang eyes that had been making her melt internally for months did it yet again, and she knew she couldn’t hold back the truth from her. She wouldn’t anyway, she remembered how displeased Kennedy was when she sugar coated her traumatic history. 

“I don’t know exactly what happened,” She began, entirely honest. She wouldn’t find out until a few days later what exactly had gone down that night, but she tried her best to explain what she experienced. “The fireworks went off like normal, which,” She gave Kennedy a small shrug and a tiny laugh, “Liked that part. Obviously. Good memories. But-” Her smile dropped slowly as flashes of the chaos played in her mind. “There were weird explosion noises, and a fire broke out. Really quickly. And some guy-” She paused as her eyes found the floor, hand resting on her chest as her heartrate increased. “Some guy grabbed me and tried to throw me in. He almost did, which is how that happened. But my dad stopped him. Pushed him in instead.”  

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kennedyyoung​:

Kennedy was far too shocked to even process any of Fey’s words. She was worried about her? About other people? While looking like that? “You’re injured! How do we get your magic back faster?” Kennedy asked. “I really hope it’s not an animal sacrifice or something.” How it didn’t occur to Fey to heal herself first was a mystery to Kennedy but she was definitely going to make the girl focus on that. She herself was fine so she had all the strength in the world to annoy Fey into caring about herself.

Kennedy quickly ushered the girl into her apartment and towards her kitchen. “Clean your arm,” she demanded, leaving no room for argument. She rushed away so she could start looking for the first aid kit. It wasn’t going to be as effective as magic but they needed to at least clean the wound and seal it off from any other germs getting in. She didn’t know how magical healing worked but if it was just superficial, there were so many things that could go wrong. She knew the girl was selfless and caring, that was one of the things Kennedy really admired about her, but there had to be a limit, right?

Feyre made her way towards the kitchen without any fight, occasionally opening her mouth to try to get a word in that she’d be fine, she was tougher than she looked, etc. Maybe it’s for the best, however, because she didn’t seem very tough as she winced and groaned when the cool water hit her wound. A soft, quiet string of swears slipped from her lips as she cleaned herself up. 

She knew she should have healed it up when she was injured. It would have been the smart thing to do. She could have died when that hunter dragged her towards the flames. If her father didn’t stop him from throwing her in, she wouldn’t be here. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism, forgetting about herself entirely like that, left over from the days before she knew she had magic. When her pain, emotional or physical, was too much, sometimes it was just easier to ignore it completely.  

“There’s no animal sacrifice, no. At least not in my practice.” She spoke loud enough for Kennedy to hear her wherever she was in the apartment through a clenched jaw. “I don’t think there’s any way to make it come back faster. Just need to wait it out.”

[feyre-marlowe]

kennedyyoung​:

There weren’t many advantages to being a homebody and having no desire to be outside ever and avoiding terrorist attacks at city-wide events was apparently one of them. The moment the night ended, Kennedy scurried her way home, needing the silence to process what had just happened (not the attacks, just the date she shared with Fey). She had gotten home just in time to avoid any of the trouble but the moment she figured out what was going on, she got herself ready to leave again, eager to help in her uselessly human way. At first, she thought it was just some crazy supernatural way of celebrating but then the screams started flooding into the streets below her and she realized it was not normal.

She was just about to turn the doorknob when she heard a banging on the door, causing her to jump. No sooner had she backed away did she realize it was Fey on the other end. She hurriedly unlocked her door and opened up to see a bloodied Fey at her door. “Oh my god, are you okay?” she immediately pulled Fey into her apartment, taking a few moments to inspect the girl. “We need to get you to a hospital!” What was the girl doing here if she was injured?

A sigh of relief escaped her lips when the door opened and she saw Kennedy’s face. She was home, and she was okay- or at least she appeared to be okay at first glance. Feyre didn’t really hear Kennedy’s question at first, nor her following statement, she was too shell shocked from her time at the carnival, it was hard to think of multiple things at once. 

“What?” Feyre asked when she realized Kennedy had spoke, the words quickly caught up with her. “Oh, no, I’m okay. I mean I’m-” She glanced down at her arm, knowing how much her words sounded like complete bs. “I’ll be okay. Once I get some of my magic back I’ll be able to heal it. There are people down there who need the medical attention much more than I do.” She shut her eyes, shaking the image of the injured civilians from her mind. 

“I just,” She opened her eyes, the light color contrasted against the ashes smeared on her face, and looked up at Kennedy, worry evident on her face. She started rambling, “It was so crazy out there and I saw a burned up unicorn, but I couldn’t call you because my phone is dead, and I had to make sure you’re okay so I ran over as quick as I could. And I’m sorry if that’s weird or anything, I just got so worried. You’re okay, right? You didn’t get hurt?” 

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kennedyyoung​:

The moment Kennedy received permission, she didn’t hesitate. She pressed their lips together in a gentle and innocent kiss. It was somewhat of a first date after all and they were in public (even if they were many, many feet off the ground) so she wasn’t going to push it. All she wanted was to show Fey that she really liked her and found her impossible to resist. If given the chance, this could actually be a thing.

After a brief second or two, she pulled away, her face beat red and breathless. The kiss wasn’t even that long, it was just Kennedy’s nerves making it hard to function. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had kissed anyone, let alone someone as pretty as Fey. Nevertheless, all good moments had to come to and end and now Kennedy was left speechless and awkward. “I, uh…” She bashfully looked away, not sure what to say and hoping Fey would save the day.

It felt like the world around them had stopped for those few seconds, and Feyre felt like she was floating on cloud nine. She smiled into the kiss, and she couldn’t tell if it was the fireworks she felt reverberate through her body or if it was the beat of her own heart. 

For a few seconds after the kiss, all she could do was sit there and smile with a silly wide grin that almost split her face in half. She kept Kennedy’s hand in her own, squeezing her hand gently when she noticed the girl getting in her head with nerves. She shifted towards the girl on the little metal bench of the Ferris wheel seat, leaning up and pressing a sweet kiss to Kennedy’s cheek. Her way of reassuring her when she was a bit tongue tied as well. 

“Y’know,” She laughed gently, sitting back in her seat, “I was hoping you’d ask.” She gave the girl a soft smile before looking down at the world below them as they descended. “I’m glad we came here, it was a really fun... adventure?” She looked over at Kennedy, brows raising a little in curiosity. She felt like the outing had evolved into a pretty perfect date, but she wasn’t sure if Kennedy thought the same. 

[feyre-marlowe]

aliceeckhart​:

The wicker basket shifted between Alice’s fingers, catching on her nail. The flinch caught her back into the moment, shoving the basket further up her arm she looked back away from the flowers to the delicate brunette who she addressed first. Honestly, her attention span was waning horrifically these days. “Pretty, yes.” She agreed, but her head tilted. “I don’t think they’re ready to come home with me today. I think there will be even better ones next week.” Her eyes circled the store, unsure if she’d insulted anyone. “But I think gardenias are important today. I’m not sure why. I might get seeds instead. I haven’t grown anything yet. So I should probably get some seeds or seedlings to start.” That was a ramble, “but that’s just my thinking.”

“Well, that’s the way of the witch, isn’t it?” She laughed gently, picking up a bunch of honeysuckle. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt important to stock up on it. Perhaps for the antibiotic properties or health benefits, though she wouldn’t know why she’d need those coming up. Nevertheless, she put them in her basket. “I mean, trusting your intuition of course. And it sounds like yours is pretty strong.” Her eyes danced along the rainbow of petals, before landing on a little sachet of gardenia seeds. “Oh, perfect! Here,” She picked up the little bag and held it out to the woman. “How about these ones?” 

[harleyhua]

@feyre-marlowe​​

At first, Harley had no idea how he was going to talk with people. He was in the remnants of a terrorist site, which meant it was loud and chaotic. Most were too freaked out to clearly speak. It was dark out. These were all factors that would make communicating next to impossible. He used his phone’s notes app where he could with people who were coherent enough to type out what they needed healed. There were others that he just couldn’t help, and had to send to another witch.

Eventually, he found himself in a tent with a few other healers, the neon lights and stuffed animals and carnival games juxtaposed against the smell of fire and panic. Here, he was able to find one spot to camp out at and use a spell to create somewhat of a sound wall around his workspace. It required constant magic to power and he couldn’t cast it perfectly (he rarely used it, since it wasn’t the most practical way to get by in a hearing world). But it made a huge difference in his ability to talk with the people he was trying to help. He found it had an unintended benefit for others as well; it was a moment of quiet, the auditory reminders of the chaos around them didn’t exist in his corner of the tent.

He had just finished patching someone up and was waiting for another survivor to be sent his way when a witch walked through the invisible, intangible ‘wall’. He had seen her healing people as well and, while they had different techniques, they seemed to be at similar skill levels as far as white magic went. “What’s up?” He asked. It sounded way too casual, but what he was really asking was ‘do you need anything?’

[feyre-marlowe]

Feyre had simply wandered into that corner of the tent, the quiet felt like it lifted a heavy weight off her chest. She knew she’d feel guilty, staying in it for too long, but when the other spoke to her, she threw herself back into action mode. She turned towards him, leaning a palm onto the table as she felt just how low on energy she was. 

She’d seen him around as well, helping others, so she sighed a small breath of relief. “Sorry,” She glanced up at him, breath  then towards the human she’d been trying to get back to. “I uh- I need help.” Her eyes returned to his face, brows upturned in worry, “I need help healing someone over there. I’m too low, I can’t do it by myself. Can you help me?” 

[feyre-marlowe]

lee-marlowe​:

Lee had been enjoying the moment and it had been a bad idea. Something so simple as enjoying carnival foods with Feyre had turned into a nightmare within the blink of an eye. He had spent nearly twenty years being hyperaware and cautious as he had searched for his daughter and now that he had reunited with her, his guard was down. He didn’t see this coming and it brought back the panic in him that he hadn’t experienced since the night they had lost Feyre. 

The flames became the only thing in sight and Lee’s focus on his daughter had disappeared. His eyes stung from the temperature but he needed to find Feyre and get her out of there. He needed to call Lillian and make sure she was safe. He had to act faster now than he had so long ago. “ Feyre!” He called out pushing through people as he tried to find his daughter. Once he heard her call out, the witches eyes locked onto his daughter and the situation at hand. Lee practically stomped over to where someone held his daughter and the overwhelming urge to protect her was fueling him. He was a witch he could have done something and tapped into something darker at the visual of seeing his daughter being grabbed and dragged closer to the flames, but instinct took over as his thoughts weren’t focused on spells. Lee tried to get out of their line of sight before rushing over to hitting the person as hard as he could, knocking them into the flames while grabbing Feyre and pulling her away from the heat. He was not a violent person at all, but the thought of losing his daughter again was too strong. He’d throw a dozen men into fire if it meant saving his family “ Look at me, Feyre. Are you okay?”

It all happened so fast.

Feyre had been kicking at the man’s knees with all her might, doing anything she could as she had yet to learn many self defense spells- something she would later make a note to work on. Once her feet hit the floor, her light eyes darted to the man who writhed in the flames, his screams so loud and guttural. She had to be brought back to the present by her father’s voice, and she instantly looked at him, trying her best to not appear as overwhelmed as she felt. Between the screams and the pain in her arm, all she could do would nod for a moment. “I- I think so. I will be.” She clutched onto her arm, tears streaming down her face. The pressure didn’t help but she couldn’t think of what else to do in the moment. 

The young witch groaned as she stood up, looking around at the chaos that surrounded them.  “We-” She began as she wobbled on the uneven ground, taking a deep breath to try and bring herself back to the present. Her eyes widened in horror as she witnessed people stumble over each other, trying to get out. “We have to get people out of here. This place is going up like a box of matches.” She looked up at her father, nodding to reassure him, “I’m okay. I can help, I know I can.” 

[feyre-marlowe]

@kennedyyoung​

The sound of her heart pounded in her ears as she sprinted down the street. She dodged others clumsily, her energy lower than ever before, only being propelled by adrenaline and anxiety. She’d used up so much of her energy helping others at the carnival, healing those that she knew how to and moving them away from the danger. She had seen the charred remains of a unicorn stuffed animal and felt her heart drop to her stomach. 

When she reached Kennedy’s apartment, she pounded on the door. The burn on her arm throbbed and a jolt of pain went through her with every strike, but she didn’t stop. She had to make sure she was okay. 

“Kennedy! Please open the door.” 

[feyre-marlowe]

Feyre & Isak | Text

Isak: Fey? Are you okay?

Isak: Fuck I can't find Max...

Isak: Feyre!!

Feyre: I'm okay, I think.

Feyre: Where are you???

Feyre: Are you okay??

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kennedyyoung​:

While the fireworks were nice and all, they were something Kennedy had seen dozens of times before. The sight that truly caught her eye was the way Fey’s excitement seemed to just brighten the moment so much more. She was beautiful and there was no way Kennedy was tearing her eyes away from her—even for the distracting explosions in the sky.

She continued to stare until Fey caught her eyes. A small blush coated her cheeks and she took Fey’s hand in her own, squeezing it to reassure herself more than anything that this was all real and they had had a pretty amazing date, even if they hadn’t titled it that way to begin with. She leaned forward and brushed some hair away from Fey’s face, her fingers just ghosting over the side of it. Almost breathlessly and completely caught in the moment she asked, “May I kiss you?”

Feyre watched the fireworks with an expression of wonder. It fascinated her how people without magic were able to create something so bright and wonderful with only science and tools. Her eyes drifted the colorful sky, but soon felt a gaze on her. 

She looked over at Kennedy, a bashful smile tugging on her lips as she noticed her stare. Fey was about to ask if she had something on her face, chocolate or something else from the treats they had earlier, but was cut short by Kennedy’s hand grazing over the side of her face. Her cheeks flushed pink when the beautiful woman next to her asked her question. 

She couldn’t find words for a moment, and her reply started off with a little, happy nod. But, as the moment sunk in and she realized how real it was, she vocalized, “Yeah,” Her hand reached up to cup Kennedy’s jaw, her thumb gently running a gentle stroke across her cheek, as Feyre’s eyes drifted from Kennedy’s, down to her lips, and back up, “Yes. Absolutely.” 

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kennedyyoung​:

“I would love to but I hope there are stairs. I have really bad upper body strength.” There was no way she was going to manage climbing up an actual tower in this theoretical story of theirs. But if she shifted… cats were good climbers, no? It was going to happen eventually but she shook away the thought. She’s not ready yet.

When Fey requested help down, Kennedy dutifully obliged. “Your highness,” she joked, doing a dramatic bow. Once they got off from the carousel, they went around to the various other booths, tasting more sweets, playing more games, and before they knew it, the sun had completely set and the sky was lit by pretty little decorations and the moon.

“Now is the perfect time for the Ferris wheel. I’ve always loved to look at cities when it’s dark outside. That’s why I have an apartment on a high floor, even if it is more inconvenient.” She would be up late at nights reading and would occasionally gaze outside her large windows, admiring the brand new city and imagining all it had to offer.

She led them to the wheel and they waited their turn (apparently everyone else had the same idea) but when they finally got on, Kennedy sat side by side with Fey, their arms linked together as they stared at the world below them. “It’s kind of crazy that everything looks so normal, isn’t it? Below us are hundreds of supernatural creatures yet all of this feels so… human.”

Feyre smiled softly as she watched the world below, bright eyes dancing along the edge of the horizon. She nodded, a light laugh leaving her lips, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She sat back in her seat, leaning gently against Kennedy, eyes still on the bustling crowd below. “So many different pasts, and hardships. The creatures whose stories would scare children around a campfire,” She said, a playful edge to her warm voice, “They’re all here, getting excited over fried oreos and spending time with the people they love.” 

She leaned forward in her seat, smile brightening a bit as she scanned the crowd to see parents and children running from one booth to another, oversized stuffed animals in hand, and couples embracing as they waited in line for the rides. “Finally able to have a chance to be happy. It’s amazing.” 

Her eyes shot to the sky when she saw the colorful burst in the air, perking up in her seat. “Kennedy! Look!” She placed her hand over Kennedy’s for a moment before pointing up to the fireworks above. 

[feyre-marlowe]

lee-marlowe​:

 Lee knew he was never going to get the years back that he had lost with his daughter. So much time had passed and everyone had grown into the people they were going to be for the rest of their lives. However, Lee was also a firm believer in that nothing was ever too late. He was willing to look for Feyre for the rest of his life so long as they would finally be reunited as a complete family. It didn’t have to happen thankfully, and it was why he was going to take advantage of any chance he had to reconnect. 

“ I’ve had a funnel cake before, but it’s been forever and they didn’t have all of these topping options that they have now. The Mars bar I have never tried at all though” He explained before a small smile fell on his face. He liked knowing she had friends in town and a good network of people. “ Why not both?”

“Both would be great.” She laughed gently, eyes darting up to the sky when she heard the explosions of the fireworks above. Something felt... different this time. They were louder, it sounded like they came from all over. 

In the blink of an eye, it seemed, chaos erupted around the father and daughter. People ran, screaming, towards the exits- climbing and clamoring over each other as food stalls and game booths were consumed in flame. 

Feyre’s heart pounded against her chest, scanning the crowd, trying to quickly think of something to do. Before she could move or say a word, however, she felt a pair or arms roughly wrap around her waist as she was dragged closer to the flames. Tears burned her eyes from the smoke and fear as she felt the air around her become unbearably hot. She kicked against the person, and yelled as loud as she could, trying her best to get away. The smoke scratched her lungs as she was dragged closer to the flame, and felt the heat burn her arm from her elbow to her shoulder. Feyre found her father’s face in the crowd and screamed out, “Dad!” 

[feyre-marlowe]

kennedyyoung​:

Kennedy had to agree that they were basically on the same date from the movie but it wasn’t a date, surely. Just two friends hanging out and having a lot of fun…with the occasional totally platonic and utterly high induced flirting. Yep, nothing here to see.

Except the face Kennedy made as soon as Fey mentioned the smoulder.

She didn’t even hesitate, doing her best impression of Flynn Rider’s smoulder, her brows knotted together, her lips pulled to the side. It was not hot at all. She held the face for a few moments before breaking out into laughter. “I bet you’re just swooning, Princess,” she joked.

Feyre had burst into a fit of laughter when she saw the face. It was surprisingly accurate, cute as hell, and the girl adored it. 

“Absolutely.” She fanned her face dramatically with her free hand. The witch tucked a little bit of hair behind her ear, making a playful flirtatious expression towards her friend, as she joked “Hey, wanna go back to my tower later?” She giggled as the ride came to a stop. 

She shifted on her horse, looking down at the ground. “Speaking of towers, and getting down from them. Can you help me get off this too?” She looked over at Kennedy with a slightly embarrassed smile.