Hi guys! This is my first ever feysand fic. Please feel free to offer some feedback or drop some prompts you’d like me to do next time. I hope you like this one!
P.S. the idea for this fanfic was taken from one of Steph Bohrer’s tiktoks.
Feyre wanted nothing more than to drop into bed. That is what she told herself as she fumbled with the keys to her apartment door at two in the morning.
She had been at Elain’s bachelorette party all night, drinking herself half to death. Feyre still struggled with the fact that her elder sister was going to be married by the end of the month. She was happy for Elain—truly. But thinking of the love and joy her sister had found in life—and she, had not—has admittedly made her a little jealous.
Elain’s love life had started blossoming when Feyre first introduced her to a good friend, Lucien Vanserra. She thought it was a good idea, bringing them both together. Lucien, no matter how many times he had denied it, was a rather lonely man. That is, of course, courtesy of Feyre’s prick of an ex, Tamlin. Ever since things went south with Tamlin, Feyre had decided to flee and sever their years-long relationship, bringing Lucien along with her.
She had been absolutely broken then. She had never realised the influence Tamlin held over her life. She had been blind—so incredibly blind—to the toxicity of their relationship. She had endured years of constant heartache, guilt and shame. All in the name of love. And Tamlin had decided to wash all efforts down the drain the night he directed his rage towards her.
Lucien, ever so loyal, stayed with her post the breakup. He comforted her, listened to her rant, and generally did such a good job taking care of her. She was grateful for all he did.
To show said gratitude, she decided to introduce Lucien to her sister Elain. Things had been awkward at first but a mere few weeks later, they were both talking amicably, which will only grow into the love that they have for each other today.
So in short, she was happy for them. A little jealous, but beyond happy.
Feyre finally managed to stick the key into her door and unlocked it. She was so exhausted she had almost missed the white sheet of folded paper that fluttered down onto her feet.
Confused, she picked it up, almost tripping herself in the process. She snatched the folded note up from the floor and shut the door behind her. She fumbled for the lights in her apartment before taking off her shoes.
She made her way into her bedroom, perching herself at the edge of her bed, unfolding the note in her hands.
Just so you know, you have an excellent taste in music.
- Guy in 320
She cringed as she remembered the day Mor came over for a girls night. Her friend had not just brought a suitcase full of snacks but an entirely separate one for alcohol only. When Feyre asked her why, her only response was “the bigger the sample space, the more options” and they left it at that. Mor had also deigned to bring her new speaker, blasting out Taylor Swift’s new album for the duration of the night. Feyre hadn’t realised how loud they had been playing until she had received this note.
Frowning at the memory, she placed the note on her bedside table and snuggled into bed. She would deal with this in the morning, when an inevitable hangover would be waiting for her, but also sobriety.
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Morning had come to soon and Feyre felt as if her head was about to explode. She soundly thanked her past self as she spied a full glass of water on her bedside table. She had left it there before leaving for Elain’s party, knowing she’d need it the following morning. Feyre greedily gulped it down.
It wasn’t until a few hours later that her headache receded. Her attention snagged onto yesterday’s note. Without giving herself time to hesitate, she grabbed it and went to pen down a response.
Thank you. Although if this is a subtle way of telling me to turn down my music, note taken.
- Girl in 319
With no time to reconsider herself, she was out and slipping the note under her neighbour’s door.
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Another note came that night, slipped under her door like the day before. If Feyre was being completely honest, she had come to look forward to it. The anticipation of her neighbour’s next response.
She quickly unfolded it, her eyes scanning the page, allowing herself a small trickle of hope. A small smile graced her lips as she beheld the writing.
Of course not, I like blasting out my music too. Just wanted to say that I liked what I heard. It’d be nice to share our music preferences some day. What do you say? Hit me up.
- Rhys, the guy in 320
And written on the bottom of that paper, in neat cursive handwriting, was a phone number.
Aww this is so cute! Modern Rhys is a Swiftie and I will absolutely die on this hill. I’m imagining he was in his flat having his own mini concert from Feyre’s music
And the background Elucien and Feyre/Lucien brotp, I love to see it If there’s one thing I always go feral over, it’s fic where Feyre steals Lucien after she and Tamlin break up.
Me, waiting for my maybe-too-loud-for-my-neighbours swiftie concerts to have an outcome like this:
This is wonderful, (also, I absolutely adore the idea of Mor blasting the music that loud just bc she knows that her cousin won’t complain about it) and the notes?? Brilliant. Back to basic, Rhys will always manage to flirt via writing.
