The characters and ACOTAR belong to Sarah J Maas. However, the plot is my own.

It's a Saturday, Mor mourned, groaning as her alarm filtered past her fort of pillows.

Mor rolled out of bed, flopping on the floor like a dead fish. She army crawled to her vanity, checking her phone for any new messages.

She couldn't explain who a grin popped onto her face the moment she read Rita's name. It was probably just a reflex cause of yesterday, she thought, waving it off. She ignored any other idea.

Rita: Had fun

Rita: Next Saturday?

Mor thought about how to respond.

Mor: So did I :)

Mor: Have you heard of the bar Starlight?

Mor: Definitely worth it

With that, Mor locked her phone. She trudged to the bathroom, brushing her teeth before going to the kitchen to rummage for food. She dug up a couple toaster waffles, popping them in.

While her breakfast warmed, Mor splashed cold water on her face. She shrieked a little as some ran down her shirt, but she was definitely very awake afterwards.

Mor shoved the waffles down her throat as she went back to getting ready. She opened the door to her closet. What classes did she have today? Mostly kids.

Mor pouted. It was getting hotter now that summer was nearing, but there were a few skirts she owned that were appropriate to wear around them, she supposed.

Eh. Too much work. Mor grabbed a pair of black leggings and a loose cream shirt, tying a flannel shirt around her waist and adding a pair of Converse.

Hair? She pulled it into a messy bun.

Mor slung on her backpack, grabbed her keys, and started walking to Feyre and Rhys' place.

7:30. She had an hour and a half of peace before the little buggers arrived, she thought with a smile.

By the time Mor got to their house, Feyre was already waiting outside, holding her son on her hip.

"Hi Knox," Mor squealed, lifting him from his mother's arms. "My little baby pudgemuffin."

Feyre snorted. "I thought the latest one was pudgewubble," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Gotta keep updating," Mor replied, bopping her nephew on the nose.

Feyre rolled her eyes. "C'mon Mor," she said, holding out her arms for the baby, "let's go."

Mor reluctantly handed him back. Feyre dashed inside for a moment, setting him down in his crib, and kissing a barely awake Rhys on the cheek before joining Mor again.

The two strolled down the street, making their way to their studio, Midnight Art and Design.

When they got in, Feyre almost immediately gravitated towards the art section.

Mor gave her a look.

"What?" her friend exclaimed sheepishly. "Paint smells good."

"And you've been promising me that you'd come look at my current designs for the past week, so the paint can wait," Mor said dryly.

Mor grabbed Feyre's wrist, holding it high above her head as she marched her friend to her workroom.

She really liked the design of the studio. There was the main lobby,with two hallways on the back wall. The right hall led to a huge room filled with mannequins, fabric, and sewing machines, while the hall to the left led to several different rooms for different classes and styles of painting.

Mor pulled out a backpack that she had been working on. It was made with canvas, so the sewing process was a little different, but she was making it as a gift for Rhys' 30th birthday, and wanted to make sure it was just right.

Feyre smiled. "It's perfect," she said, running a hand down the side. She opened up one of the pockets, blinking in surprise as she laid eyes upon a custom fabric, an old image of Mor and Rhys printed onto the threads.

"Now that one he has never showed me," laughed Feyre.

"He's too embarrassed," Mor replied. "The bowl cut does no one any favors."

Feyre smiled at the image for a couple more moments. "How was last night?" she asked slyly.

"It took you that long to ask?" Mor replied.

"Stop evading," Feyre said, punching her friend in the arm.

"It was... fun," Mor admitted, a blush forming on her cheeks.

Feyre made a face at her friend. "When I was dating Rhys, you'd practically fry me alive for an answer like that. Fess up."

Mor stuck out her tongue. "I was almost late, we talked for a couple hours, and then she had to go back home," she said. "Simple as that."

Feyre rolled her eyes as they made their way into the main room.

"Hey Cerridwin," Feyre greeted their receptionist. A small smile slipped onto Cerridwin's face, but then she was back to business.

Mor hit the lights, opening the doors for the kids to come in.

As students started trickling in, Mor and Feyre led them to their respective classes, starting them on their projects.

Mor hopped out of her class, looking more ridiculous than she had in years. In her left hand she held a tray filled with different colored bobbins, and in her right a cookie tin of chalk and other pens. Her lips were clamped down on four needles, with Mor trying not to poke herself with any. Various fabric swatches had settled in the crook of her elbow, and an unfinished dress was draped on her foot.

Feyre was in the lobby, making sure all the kids from her class had gone home.

"Fey," Mor said through her teeth.

Her friend didn't respond.

"Fey," Mor said again.

Still no response.

"FEY," Mor tried one last time.

Feyre turned from where she had been talking to a parent.

And promptly fell on her ass laughing.

"I'm -hic- sorry," she laughed, wiping tears from her eyes.

Mor gave her friend a look.

"Okay, okay," Feyre said, still chuckling. She grabbed the tray of bobbins, gently pulling the needles from Mor's mouth and placing them on the tray. She grabbed the dress off Mor's foot.

"I love youuuuuu," Mor proclaimed, falling on the couch. Feyre rolled her eyes and pulled Mor up.

The two started back towards the studio, until a curious voice broke in.

"Mor?"

Mor turned around quickly, almost dropping the swatches and chalk. "Rita?" she asked in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Rita asked.

Mor shrugged. "I work here. You?"

"That would explain why you weren't getting my texts," Rita said wryly. She nodded at her brother. "Eli takes one of the art classes."

"Cool," Mor said with a grin. She started, fumbling for her phone to look at the texts, when Feyre yelled from the workroom -

"MORRIGAN STOP FLIRTING AND GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!"

Mor dropped her phone in surprise, swearing. "I'm sorry, I have to go," she said apologetically to Rita. "See you soon?" she asked hopefully.

Rita smiled widely. "Check your phone," she answered. "Work awaits," she said playfully, pushing Mor slightly towards the workroom.

"See ya," Mor said happily, jogging back towards Feyre, who wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Mor mouthed a subtle fuck you in her direction, then went back to working with the kids.

After the class ended, Mor immediately pulled out her phone, navigating to the Messages app.

... Mor: Definitely worth it

Rita: Starlight it is

Rita: Make sure your shoes are up for dancing

Rita: This is gonna be fun ;)

11:49 AM

Rita: It's funny when you're flustered

Rita: Maybe I might see you around the studio?

Rita: Have fun with the kids :D

Mor thought about what to type.

Mor: My shoes will be ready

Mor: I may pop out a couple times next week during class

The little bubbles popped up to show Rita was responding.

Rita: I look forward to it

Even biting her lip couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her face.

AN:

Hey guys! Whaddya think?

Regarding a posting schedule I'm going to try to post once a week, on Friday/Saturday depending on your time zone.

Okay, I need suggestions. Do you think kinda nervous, frazzled Mor fits into her character? She' s gonna cool down in the next couple chapters, becoming the more eloquent queen we know and love (with the sarcastic tongue, of course :D), but does it seem like it works? Gah, I'm used to writing from Feyre's POV.

Any other comments?

Oh, and we're going to be seeing more of Elijah in the upcoming chapters. *rubs hands together gleefully* Oh, I like Elijah.

Please review!

Random Fact: If I could have a super power, my first choice would be shapeshifting.

Stay Awesome,

franklyherondale