ACOTAR Oneshots

Inner Circle Drunk

Feyre swayed her hips with her arms in the air and danced to the beat of the wind. She looked to the sky, filled with stars that blurred together due to the multiple glasses of wine she had consumed. Mor grabbed her hands, shaking her out of her trance, and spun her around in circles making them both laugh. Feyre felt so free and relaxed with not a care in the world. After a long and stressful month of dealing with the mortal queens, they were finally gone and everyone could celebrate their victory. Of course, none of the inner circle's celebrations were complete without a little booze and private rooftop party.

While the two girls danced and swayed together to their own music, Azriel stared intently at the tall blonde one. He was happy his family was together and alive but he couldn't help but brood behind his shadows, craving a woman he would never have. Azriel was a sad drunk.

Cassian, on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was currently blabbing off to Rhys about the time he went streaking through the Illyrian camps as a teenager one night with his friend after a long night of drinking. "The two of us ended up getting into a heated fist fight while completely naked and covered in mud!" Cassian yelled.

"That sounds so familiar. Have I heard this story before?" Asked Rhys with a bit of a slur.

Azriel just shook is head and muttered, "That friend was you, Rhys. You too fought each other butt ass naked after too many shots of whiskey. I then had to drag your drunk asses home and drop you at our doorstep in front of your very angry mother."

Cassian and Rhys broke out into laughter, remembering the night more clearly now. Rhys turned his head to the side and his eyes caught on a very beautiful, very drunk, dancing woman. All the sudden everyone else vanished around him and all he could focus on was the way his mate swayed her hips.

"Feyyyyyyyrruuhhhhhh," Rhys slurred. She stopped her dancing and turned to him. Her smile grew as she sauntered over to him slowly, stumbling every few steps. She plopped down on his lap and nuzzled his neck lovingly.

"Hello, Rhys." She giggled.

Enjoying your night?

Very much. I'd enjoy it much more if you'd lose some of those clothes. She said in his mind as she ran a hand down his chest.

Rhys hummed in agreement and kissed her collarbone. Drunk feyre was such a flirt.

Feyre. Feyre. Feyre. Such naughty words fill your wicked mouth, darling.

Wanna fill it with something else?

Rhys' eyebrows shot up and the lower part of his body immediately responded.

Feyre moved her hips, slowly grinding against his own, making Rhysand growl in approval.

"Um. You two. Are. Disgusting. Can we just get one nice night together without having to witness our Highlord and Highlady humping each other right in front of our eyes!" Mor complained, now laying on the couch with her feet resting in Cassian's lap.

"I don't even know why I'm here." Grumbled Amren over her wine glass. She drank a mixture of half lamb blood and half red wine. She called it a Bloody Mary.

"This is making me miss Nesta." Grumbled Cassian, pouting at the two lovebirds, now fully making out.

Amren scoffed and stood up to walk towards the door. "And when has she ever kissed you like that, boy?" She asked Cassian. "If I recall correctly, when I saw you make your move not that long ago you got a slap across the face. Not a kiss."

Azriel chuckled and Cassian shot them both death glares. "It was just bad timing on my part, not because she didn't want to kiss me." He muttered and took a big swig of whiskey.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," said Amren as she exited the roof with a passive wave.

Seconds later, Feyre and Rhys wordlessly disappeared into thin air. No doubt about to get in on in there room. Azriel, understanding that the party was clearly ending, got up and farewelled to the two left.

Minutes of silence passed by before Cassian cleared his throat. "So, I heard Helion is visiting the Night Court for a congratulations soon." He said, wiggling his brows at Mor. She rolled her eyes and sipped her wine.

Cassian trailed his fingers up higher on her leg, making tiny circles just like Helion did at the Highlord's meeting. "Maybe we should accept his offer this time. Last time you got to enjoy him all by yourself and I got to say it made me a little jealous." Cassian remarked.

Mor sighed. "Okay, this is my cue to leave. Have a good night, Cassian." She moved her legs off his lap and onto the floor.

Cassian huffed. "Oh come on, Mor! I was just joking. Unless you say yes, then I'm definitely not joking."

"Goodnight Cassian." She said, ruffling his hair. "Maybe ask Nesta if she wants to join. I'm sure she would say yes." She snickered, before drifting back inside.

Cassian grunted, but considered her offer. He gave himself all but three seconds before deciding that this was a great idea. So he spread his wings out wide and launched himself off the roof, heading towards Nesta's apartment. It took him a little longer to get there in his intoxicated state and he might have knocked over a flower pot with his less than perfect landing. After banging very loudly on Nesta's back door, she flung open her door looking ready to kill. Cassian however was completely unaware of this.

"What do you want Cassian?" She growled.

He puffed out his chest and casually leaned against the doorframe, more for support then swagger. "Just your attention, Sweetheart."

He then proceeded to very confidently ask her if she would have a threesome with him and Helion. She stared blankly at him for a couple seconds before slowly stepping forward. Cassian, thinking he was about to get a kiss, closed his eyes in anticipation.

Unfortunately, his drunk ass was severely incorrect. He felt a sharp sting across his cheek and before he opened his eyes again, the door had been shut in his face. Cassian shrugged but shouted anyways, "So is that a no?"