Hey so I loved acomaf and I loved the ivy chronicles so I just thought I would kinda combine them. It's basically a college AU for acomaf. Enjoy.

ACOMAF: Ivy Chronicles AU

Foreplay:

"You've got to be kidding me," The minivan was dying, again, except this time it was around midnight on the middle of the road. Leaving Elain completely hopeless. So she pulled over into the ditch, silently cursing herself, with the last bit of juice her old car had.

Feyre, the name came to her mind instantly, Feyre would come get her. Or Nesta, Feyre had started dating some pretty boy from the south. But as she began to flip through her contacts her phone died. Elain groaned in frustration, maybe she could walk back to the O'Malley's… Their house wasn't too far away. Mr. O'Malley would probably take her home.

Elain had taken herself away from her studies for one night so she could babysit the O'Malley's twin girls. She thought that she could have used the money from the babysitting job to fix whatever was wrong with her car, but it seems as though her car was throwing a hissy fit. So she waited. Hoping to come up with a better solution than to just sit there until the morning came. Her eyes flashed to a pair of headlights that appeared behind her.

The driver of the car pulled up beside her, Elain's eyes grew at the figure of a man in the driver seat. Oh my god. She panicked; I'm about to be the beginning of an SVU episode or the 11 o'clock news. She swallowed hard as the man got out of his car and walked over to her window. Elain stared straight ahead as knuckle reached up to tap her window every so slightly.

She pursed her lips as she rolled down her window, "Hey," the deep voice rumbled, "Is everything ok?"

It took Elain a moment to react to him, the pair of hazel eyes staring back at her. "I-I have someone on the way," she lied, hoping and praying that he would believe the lie and move on.

As he turned back to look at the highway the shadow adjusted, giving her a peak at freckles that danced on the edge of his cheek bones and the piercings on his right ear. He looked back at her after what? Assessing how alone they were? How easy it would be to kill her? Maybe she could gouge his eyes out with her keys if he lurched toward her…

"I could look under the hood if you want?" His shoulders shrugged as he moved deeper into the shadows.

"No really…" Elain stuttered, "It's ok," The eyes that she had just contemplated stabbing came into the light. The russet colors that danced within his irises looked like freshly fallen autumn leaves. "I get it," the stranger said, "You don't know me, but I wouldn't want my mother to be stranded on the freeway in the middle of the night,"

Elain took a deep breathe, if he really wanted to hurt her he would do it whether she invited him to look at the hood of her car or not. "Thanks," she said hoping she wouldn't end up on the morning news or in a nearby stream.

The stranger let out a soft chuckle, "I know I can look a little scary," he gestured to his ponytail and the piercings along his eyebrow and ear. "I can look under your hood if you want?" Elain's eyes flickered to the hood of her car and back to the stranger, "I won't bite I promise," he smirked as he held his hands up in defense.

After a few moments of silence Elain slowly began to nod her head as he stepped out of his car. What am I doing? She internally screamed, Nesta would KILL me if she knew I let some scene kid check the hood of her car!

"Pop the hood?" he asked as her hand reached down to lift the lever, her eyes never leaving his.

He strolled around to the front of the car, the light from her headlights showed his pale freckled skin and bright red hair. The collar of his shirt popped open to reveal a black tattoo etching down his chest. For some reason Elain got out of her car and walked over to where he was.

Steam erupted from the hood as he lifted it up, his hands began touching different things. Elain's knowledge of mechanics was just as much as her origami making skills. All of a sudden another pair of lights flashed began to pull up behind them, the stranger stepped forward, positioning himself between Elain and the other pair of headlights.

For the first time since his initial approach, Elain got her first eye full of her would-be-mechanic. And he was hot. The cruel lighting burned into a scar that ran across his cheek and above his eye. Her blood boiled at the thought of who or what did that to him. His long red hair tied back into a low ponytail with parts of it falling in his face. Mor would call him 'Delicious'; Elain might call him that too.

The car pulled up next to Elain's and her attention snapped from him to the new car. "Car trouble?" the man in the car said. A light illuminated the passenger side and Elain noticed a middle aged woman with an ipad in her lap.

Delicious nodded towards Elain, "Just stopped to help out, I think I see the problem."

The woman looked up from her ipad, "Don't worry honey you're in good hands," The corner of Delicious's mouth turned up as he thanked the middle-aged couple in the car.

"Neighbors," he muttered as their car rolled away from them.

"Oh," Elain said, "Do you live around here?"

Delicious's hands paused on the rim of the car, "Sort of," he said. Elain could tell that was a subject that he did not want to touch, "I was babysitting for the O'Malley's maybe you know them?" she tried to drift away from the subject.

He nodded, "Yeah they're just down the street."

Once he stepped back from her car she bit her lip, "So can you fix it? I know she's kind of a clunker but… If you can fix it I'd be the happiest girl in the universe."

The corner of his mouth turned again at her rambling before he moved back to his car. He returned with a bottle of water in his hand. He began pouring the water on the inside of her engine; "This should cool it down, help it run for about twenty minutes. Take it to a mechanic first thing tomorrow morning and have them replace the hose."

Elain released a relieved sigh, "That doesn't sound too bad,"

"Shouldn't cost more than a couple hundred dollars," At the sound of that Elain, thought she was going to be sick. That would pretty much wipe out her account and there was no way she was going to ask Nesta, Feyre or God forbid Mor for help. She winced at the sound of the hood slamming shut, "Thank you so much," Elain said, "You really saved me from calling a tow truck."

Elain knew he was amused at the sight of a full sized shit-eating grin, "So no one's coming?" he chuckled.

"Yeah I may have made that up." The sound of silence swept over them as her eyes darted at the clothes he was wearing. He was dressed just like every guy she saw on campus. He wore a tight fitted bar t-shirt and casual jeans, he looked like trouble, like the kind of guy every girl in school lose their minds over. All of a sudden her chest felt too tight and it was hard for her to breathe.

"Well thanks again," she said before returning to her car. He watched her turn the key and drive away. The entire ride home she refused to look in her rearview mirror, if Mor had been with her she wouldn't have left that ditch without his phone number in her back pocket. The thought made her stomach roll.

[-]

Just as she suspected, Mor was lazily sitting in their armchair bridal style when she got home the next day. Elain sank down beside her on the opposite couch dropping all of the bags that had been in her hand to her side. The sound of Arianna Grande came from Nesta's room. When Arianna played Elain knew she was getting ready to go out.

"Where are you guys going?" Elain sighed.

"Illyria." Mor said looking up from the fingernails she was just filing.

"That bar on 5th?" That wasn't Nesta and Mor's usual scoping ground for hotties on campus.

Mor shrugged, "My cousin owns it with a couple of his friends, Nesta wanted to check it out." Just then the door to the third bedroom opened and Feyre walked out in a fluffy robe, her hair in light tasseled curls. Mor smiled up at her friend, "Lookin' hot Archeon." She chortled.

Feyre rolled her eyes and turned to Elain, "Are you going to come out with us tonight?"

"You're going out too!" Elain exclaimed. Feyre hardly ever left the apartment since she started dating Tamlin.

"Yeah, Tam's got a huge presentation tomorrow so I figured… Why not? I heard this Illyria place is pretty cool, and Mor's cousin owns the place so this should definitely be fun!"

"Sure you don't want to join us?" Mor cooed throwing a pink halter-top at Elain. It was a sweet top that would def show off all of her curves. Elain threw the top back at her, "I'll leave the wild nights up to you three."

Mor shoved the top back onto Elain's lap, "I'm not sure how wild we can get Miss Feyre over here. She's practically a trapped old married lady,"

"I am not!" Feyre exclaimed her mouth gaping open at the blonde.

Elain smirked, "It's ok I get enough thrills after watch you two,"

"Ok be honest, is it because of Graysen?" The sound of his name almost caused for Elain's heart to stop beating. Her friend and sisters weren't fools; they knew she had been pining after Graysen since before they even started college. So she shrugged, it was no secret how she felt about this guy.

The corner's of Mor's mouth quirked up, "Well now that you mention it, there is something that I heard through the grapevine this morning… About a certain breakup involving Graysen and that girl he's been dating." Elain's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, "Are you screwing with me right now?" She said as Mor shook her head. Paige and Graysen had been glued together since his sophomore year, so hearing that Graysen was back on the market… made Elain feel like a kid on Christmas morning.

Mor shrugged, "Something about wanting to date other people, I heard it was pretty mutual."

"Well now's your chance," Feyre said sitting down next to her sister.

"What's her chance?" Nesta said from her door. She was wearing a pair of black stilettos and a curve hugging black dress.

"Graysen is single again!" Elain said softly, a smile playing on the edge of her sweet mouth.

Nesta glared at the three girls, no one was perfect enough for Elain. If any guy on campus so much as showed the slightest bit of interest for her, Nesta would chase them off with fire torches and pitchforks. "Never did like that kid," she snarled.

Elain ignored her sister and turned back to Mor and Feyre, "Well what do I do? Show up to his apartment and declare my love for him?"

The look on Mor's face answered Elain's question, "I'm gonna go with 'no'" Feyre said.

"Too forward," Mor said, "Men like a chase,"

Elain snorted, "This is coming from you,"

"Hey I know how to play the game," Mor said in defense, "When I want them to chase me, they do. I still can't get one of my cousin's friends off of my tail."

"Sounds like an idiot," Nesta chuckled sitting on the edge of the chair Mor was sitting on.

Elain sat in her chair looking down at her hands, she didn't even know where the start space was in 'the game,' or even if there was a start space. "How am I supposed to attract Graysen? I've never even kissed a guy before… let alone seduced one."

"Tragic," Mor tsked, "Well we're going to change that," she smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"All you need is a little experience," Nesta's eyes widened at Mor's statement.

"Oh no you're not about to whore my little sister out to your cousin's bar wenches!"

Mor chuckled, "Calm down, Elain's not going to do anything she doesn't want to."

"You're going out with us tonight," Feyre said putting her hand on her sister's shoulder, "And you're definitely going to get kissed."

"I-I don't think kissing a random stranger is going to help me."

"Oh not random, you'll need a pro,"

Elain cringed at Mor, she had come up with some crazy ideas in the past, "A prostitute?"

"Oh be serious Elain," Mor shoved her shoulder, "You just need someone with a well earned rep, someone who can teach you the ropes. A good kisser, someone who can teach you… foreplay."

Elain eyes her mischievous friend warily, "Who,"

"The bartender at Illyria."

"Oh stop, I can't do that,"

"Oh come on," Feyre said, "Just come out with us, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Elain looked up at Nesta who still glared at her friends, "It's your life Elain, I can't be your keeper forever."

"Yeah," Mor said, "Ill be right by your side the whole night." Just as the words flew out of her mouth, Mor's phone buzzed. A sweet smile tugged at the corner of Mor's mouth, "Actually I won't, something's come up so I'll see you guys later." Just as she made it to the door she turned back to Elain, "Just look for the bartender, don't have too much fun with him," she winked and then she was gone.

"She's been doing that a lot lately," Nesta complained, "I think she's got a secret boyfriend."

Feyre snorted, "My money's on that quiet brooding guy that I've seen her with a few times." The conversation died down as they begged Elain to change her clothes. Her pink sweater was fine. She wasn't going to go into a bar dressed like she was looking to get some.

[-]

Illyria was a local watering hole that the more sophisticated students of Prythian went to. Elain liked to consider herself one of the classier members of the student body. Nesta pulled her further into the crowd as they entered the back door. The bar was already packed with all sorts of people from the college town. A bunch of guys tried to talk to them but Nesta blew them off and kept walking past them until they found a table with a direct eye line of the bar.

Elain rested her head against the back of the chair, "We're going to freshen up real quick," Feyre said, taking Nesta by the hand.

"Oh my God Lydia, you said he was hot but I didn't know you meant that hot."

"Hot is putting it mildly," Elain smirked as she over heard the conversation in the booth behind her. She already knew who they were talking about, her bar tender.

"Wait… when did he become MY bartender," Elain thought to herself. She shook herself off as Nesta and Feyre reproached the table. Nesta handed her a wad of cash, "Go get us a pitcher," Feyre laughed at how wide eyed her sister had become, "Just go up there and work your magic Elain, get a light beer too."

All Elain needed was for Nesta to give her a quick push too, which she did although it wasn't vocally done but rather physical.

With each step she was dragged closer and closer to the bar. Elain had to remind herself that she wasn't going to be hooking up with anyone that night, she was just going to get a quick peak at him and then be on her way. Graysen was the only guy for her. And then she saw him.

Her lungs felt like they had been wrapped up with vines as she same the familiar man standing behind the bar. "What can I get you," he asked the girl next to her. The sound of his voice brought her back to the previous night, the voice had belonged to the mechanic that saved her car.

The girl was leaned forward, flashing the bartender her cleavage, "What's good?"

Elain stared at his flaming red hair, pulled back into a braid as opposed to a ponytail tonight. And a different black t-shirt hugged his muscular pale chest. She could see him even more clearly now. The scar, while still healing, was quite deeply imbedded in his cheek. His jaw line was so sharp she was scared that if she ran her tongue along the base it would cut her. But there was no denying, saying this guy was hot would be a complete understatement.

Delicious listed off a couple from the tap like he had done it a hundred times before as the girl pressed forward, "What's your favorite?" She smiled up at him unwavering.

"Look," Delicious rolled his eyes, "I'll come back when you figure out what you want." His eyes darted behind the girl and landed on Elain, "What'll you have?"

Just like that he had dismissed the girl standing in front of her, walked over her as if they were pieces of furniture. Elain stood with her mouth gaping, she had been flirting with him, he'd probably give her the same treatment. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her, "Hey you, how's the car?"

"Excuse me, I was here first!" the girl in front of Elain screeched.

"Then order already," he snapped, his eyes not leaving Elains, as if he were waiting for her to answer him. The girl huffed and pushed passed Elain, giving her greater access to the bar. He shrugged his shoulders and her and smiled so cunningly it made her stomach flip.

She lowered her gaze to the bunched up t-shirt that still revealed some of the tattoos hidden beneath; he wasn't wearing as many earrings as he had been the night before. "Um… Pitcher of Coors Light please," she finally squeaked out.

"I.D?"

"Oh yeah," Elain began fumbling with her purse as she handed the red head her fake I.D.

He immediately chuckled, "24?" he asked the smile never leaving his face. She nodded innocently at him, she knew he could tell she was lying. She had always been a rotten liar. "You must have one of those baby faces then." Elain drew her eyes back as he handed her the I.D. and began pouring the pitcher for her. She couldn't help but eye the muscles that pulled against the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Thanks," she said once he had set the pitcher down on the counter. She handed him the money at turned around. "Take care," she heard him say as she took her first steps into the crowd. Only she didn't make two steps before some buffoon bumped into her causing for her to drop the pitcher. She cringed at the sound of the glass shattering against the hardwood floor, "Sorry," she apologized. She walked back to her previous spot at the bar and pulled out her wad of cash. Her delicious bartender had already moved onto his next customer.

"That was quick," he smirked. She looked up and blushed profusely, could she be any more embarrassing?

"Yeah, I didn't make it three feet." She bit out.

"Ah," he nodded grabbing another pitcher and filling it up. He placed the pitcher in front of her and braced his hands on the side of the bar, "I'll let you in on a little secret," he said leaning forward, "Nice girls like you get eaten alive in places like this."

Elain cocked an eyebrow, "Maybe I'm not that nice."

He threw his head back and let out a bark rather than a laugh, "Love, you've got nice girl written all over you," ok so maybe she was wearing a pink sweater and maybe she was wearing blue jeans and had her hair slung back in a ponytail. But that didn't mean she was a lame 'nice' girl. She could be fun.

So she frowned at him, "You'd be surprised."

"Yeah," he nodded glancing up and down, " I would be," Elain pressed her mouth shut as he leaned in further, "Use your elbows to get out of here,"

Elain started to hand him the wad of cash but he waved her off, "Don't worry about it,"

"You sure? Thanks," she smiled.

"Just don't forget to use those elbows, Nice Girl." With the parting advice her bartender moved onto the next guest. She stared at him for only a moment, contemplating their interaction. Elain thought about it for the rest of the evening as she stared at him from across the bar. She thought about it until she didn't think about it anymore. Until she approached Morrigan and her sisters the next day, "Ok I'll take whatever advice you dish out, I'll even wear the clothes you want me to."

A cat like grin spread across Mor's face, "Excellent."