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arizona2004 · 1 year

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Courts of Love and Hate. CH10

Nyx x Juniper (Tamlins daughter)

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Nyx

The morning passes slowly. After sleeping in we eat breakfast then lay on the floor, in what’s supposed to be a foyer, and make a list of everything we need to buy for the house. I can hardly stand not touching her at every possible opportunity so when another note from my parents arrives asking us to come over for dinner, I have every intention to tell them no and keep her all to myself.

Juniper has a different idea, though. Snatching the note from my hand, she jotted down a quick response, allowing it to disappear on its own.

“Juniper,” I groan.

“What? We’ve been in here for nearly three days; we should go have dinner with your family. Besides, it would be rude for us to go out shopping today and not at least stop by.”

I relent when she gives me that sultry smile of hers and leans in to kiss me again. I want to get distracted kissing her and bending her over the countertop but she pulls away after a few moments.

“Let's get dressed and go shopping.”

Out of the house within the hour, we head deep into the city to look at furniture. This is definitely Juniper's scene. Design is one of her favorite past times, her face just lights up when she finds furniture that will “bring the whole room together perfectly.”

I have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about but the happy expression on her face brings a smile to mine. We place several orders to have furniture delivered to the house and grab paint samples for a few of the rooms.

Then, before Juniper can drag me into another store, I pull her to a small restaurant with outdoor seating and force her into a chair. Within the minute someone is taking our order and rushing away to make it.

“This is really pretty.”

“Mmm,” I hum, “it’s not one of the ones on the Sidra, though. Those are the best restaurants in the city.”

“Really? They’re probably extra beautiful at night then.”

“Yeah. I can take you to one for dinner tonight,” I offer.

“And skip dinner with your parents?”

“I was hoping you’d forgotten.”

She just shakes her head in response, smiling as the waiter sets her plate of food down infront of her.

Hours later we fall into bed, virtually the only furniture in the house, and try to take a short nap but get distracted and end up more exhausted than before. It’s a rush to get ready for dinner with my parents and we still end up a little late. Juniper’s way more concerned about it than me.

“They’re gonna think I’m not punctual, or a flake.”

“No they won’t,” I sya, trying not to laugh at her unnecessary concern. “We never start dinner on time anyway. And they’ll be more than understanding since we’re newly mated.”

Her cheeks turn the most beautiful shade of pink, the same color as her rosy dress. “You look amazing, by the way,” I say, pulling her closer. “I don’t think I told you that yet.”

“You did. Several times actually.”

“Did i?”

She just rolls her eyes which then go wide as I pull us to a stop in front of the River House.

“Woah.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” she says, openly gawking.

“Be sure to tell my mom. She designed it.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm, she’s an artist. She designed and decorated just about everything. The garden’s my aunt's doing, though.”

We walk up to the house and the door swings open before we’re even five feet away. Juniper’s obviously still anxious besides me so I grip her hand in mine and resist the urge to punch my smirking uncle in the face where he stands in the doorway.

“I thought it would just be dinner with your parents,” Juniper whispers in my ear.

“No, it’s Sunday: family dinner night.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, it’s probably easier this way,” I say, kissing her forehead before returning my attention to the door. “Uncle Cassian. Any particular reason for blocking the doorway tonight?”

“I was thinking about letting the creatures outside,” he jokes.

“What did I tell you about referring to the children as animals?” Aunt Nesta says, smacking him upside the head as she walks by.

He just rubs the back of it, smiling widely, and moves to the side for us to walk in. My three youngest cousins run by screaming as soon as we step in. One’s Cas and Nesta’s second and the other two are Uncle Azriel’s and his wife’s, all ranging four to eight years old.

I pull Juniper toward the sitting room, ignoring the creatures, and search out the only other person close to our age- Nesta and Cassian’s other daughter, Lenny.

We saw her briefly during the wedding, but I’m eager for her and Juniper to get to know each other more. “Lenny. You remember Juniper, yeah?”

“Was I supposed to forget your sudden arranged marriage?” She raises her brows at me and stands from her seat, gently setting her book to the side.

“He again,” Juniper says from my side. “If I recall correctly you’re Nyx’s closest friend and cousin.”

“Yep, and I used to be his closest confidant too, but it seems he moved on once I moved out to the steeps.”

“The steeps?”

“Illyrian Steeps,” I say. “My Dad offered her a chance to run one of the camps when she turned eighteen last year. She’s there more often than here now.”

“Yeah, I’m only here for a whole week so that those idiots can realize they’re barely surviving without me.”

Juniper

I smile, immediately deciding I like Lenny. I barely saw her during the wedding, but being able to talk to her I realize we have a lot in common.

I especially enjoy when she tells funny stories about Nyx and he turns beet red from embarrassment. I’m certain he’s grateful when his mother calls us all into the other room for dinner.

We file into the dining room with a large oak table running through it, to find everyone already seated, pulling out chairs, or struggling to get children to hold still. The only seats with placements in front of them remaining are two at the closer end and, to my surprise, the seat at the head of the table.

“I suppose I’ll leave the two of you then,” Lenny says and walks to the end.

“If we have an even amount of people then no one really sits there, but there's thirteen of us tonight,” Nyx says, answering one of my many silent questions.

“Speaking of,” Cassian starts, “should we be worried? Isn’t thirteen a bad omen?”

“Oh, shut up, Cassian,” the woman I recognize as his wife says.

Nyx pulls out the end seat for me and takes the one between it and one of his younger cousins. “Hi!” The child nearly shouts, leaning forward to look around Nyx. “I’m Baz. I wasn’t allowed to go to the wedding.”

“Oh,” I say, “nice to meet you, I’m Juniper.”

“Yeah, I know. Everyone’s been talking about you,” the Eight year old says.

My cheeks burn in the awkward silence that follows and I have no idea what to say. A few long seconds pass.

“What have they been saying?”

“Oh, all sorts of things,” he says, beaming. “Aunt Feyre said you were very pretty and kind, and mommy said you and Nyx would be a good pair, but Aunt Mor said you can’t be trusted and this is the worst thing to happen. She’s not here because she's mad at everyone.”

There are another few seconds of silence, a few of the adults noticeably cringe and I can feel Nyx’s rage boiling beside me.

Baz continues, probably trying to change the mood, “Uncle Cas said we probably wouldn’t see you for a month because Nyx would be busy fucking you,” he shrugs after laying that detail out there, “whatever that means.”

“You said that in front of my child?” Azriel yells across the table at the other male.

Nyx grips his fork tightly, staring daggers at his uncle, while tiny blue flames lick to life in his hair.

“Nyx,” I murmur his name and rest a hand on his arm. He calms down after a few seconds, but the shouting between the adults continues.

“This is relatively normal for family dinners,” Nyx says, deciding to ignore everyone and scoop food onto my plate.

“Are you upset now, Juniper? Mama said I might have upset you.”

I turn to the faeling, who I’m already starting to like, with a smile. “No, I’m not upset.”

“Good, then we should be friends.”

The yelling settles down after a few minutes and conversations continue between smaller groups of everyone. At first anyway. After a little while, everyone gives up on trying to mind their own business and I’m dragged into almost every conversation.

Feyre asks about my childhood and siblings. Cassian wants to know if I’ve trained at all but when I say I haven’t and don’t really have an interest in being a warrior he becomes almost completely bored of me. Nyx said not to think anything of it.

The shadowsinger is silent through most of the meal but all of Nyx’s aunts have questions about one thing or another. You like to read? What books? Adventure. Do you ever write?I love to. What flowers did you see the most in the spring court? Just about every kind depending on where you are. Do you like to cook or bake? Not really. What music do you like?

Minutes passed like this before Nyx took some of my food and forced me to eat, then not so subtly, told everyone to stop talking to me while I ate.

My favorite part of the evening was talking to Nyx’s cousins, it was then too that I realized how much I love kids. I had to make a mental note to ask Nyx if he wanted any, later, while mildly panicking about the prospect of him not wanting them.

On the way home I’m practically buzzing with anxiety, no longer able to keep the question of whether or not Nyx wants kids in the back of my mind. The possibilities race through me until Nyx stops in front of the house and turns to me with a look of concern in his eyes that practically forces me to confess my thoughts.

“Tell me what’s bothering you. I know my family can be a lot, but I figured after you jumped past the quote bombs Baz passes you could handle anything,” Nyx says, rubbing up and down my arms.

“It’s not that,” I say, remembering what their Aunt Mor had apparently said, “but I do want to talk to you about some of that later.” Nyx just nods in response, already knowing which part I’m referring to. “I was just wondering- We hadn’t talked about whether-” I struggle for a long few moments, not knowing how to phrase this. I’m usually so good with words.

“Go on, love. You can ask anything.”

“Do you want kids?” I blurt the question out, glad it’s finally done but kind of wanting to take it back.

A smile spreads slowly across Nyx’s face. “Yeah, Juniper, I want kids. Do you?”

I nod, biting my lip, relieved to have his answer.

“Right now?”

Shocked at the thought, my eyes widen and I take an actual step away from Nyx. “Mother above, no.”

Nyx laughs suddenly at my response and I can feel his humor down the bond, it warms me from the inside out as he grabs my hand and gently pulls me toward the door of our home.

Five months later

Nyx

Waking, I roll over and reach out a hand for my wife, but find an empty bed instead. I blink my eyes open, noting that the sheets aren’t cold yet, but not warm enough for her to just be in the bathroom.

I groan as I sit up, wishing she were by my side. I climb out of bed, not bothering to pull pants on, and amble down the hall to the stairs. Before I arrive her frustrated sounds fill the silence. She must be trying to put some more of the furniture together.

Most of it’s been sitting in boxes for the past couple of months, neither of us wanting to do anything but lay in bed.

“I was planning on hiring someone to finally put those together,” I say, when I finally get to the top of the stairs, and lean against the banister in all my naked glory.

She doesn’t look up. “Yeah, but I was bored and you were sleeping so I figured I’d try.”

“I’m not sleeping now,” I say, smirking. “And there are a few activities I’ll never complain about being woken for.”

Junipers cheeks pinkin and she starts to chastise me as she looks up but the words never make it out. Her gaze immediately catches on my half hard cock and she turns an even darker shade.

“Come back to bed,” I say, my cock hardening faster the more she looks at it.

“Why don’t you make me?” Her tone is laced with humor and her eyes sparkle, but before I can retort or grab her the front door of our town house swings open.

In half a second I’m standing protectively in front of her, weapons in my hands as my uncles fill my foyer.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap.

“Why are you naked?” Cas asks.

“This is my house!” I yell, moving one of my long daggers to cover my cock.

“He has a point.” Az.

“We came to get you for training,” Uncle Cas says, smiling broadly, “but I guess you had a different form of cardio in mind.”

I clench my jaw, wishing they would leave. “How’d you get in? The door was locked.”

“Your parents have a spare key for emergencies,” Az says as if that explains everything.

“Yeah, I know.”

“We stole it!” Cas practically cheers, eyes lighting up.

Even Uncle Az smiles a little. “Stealing from your dad isn’t easy. It took us a while.”

“You must be exhausted from all the hard work, then,” Juniper says sarcastically over my shoulder, smiling as widely as my uncles. “We can have coffee in the kitchen while Nyx gets dressed.”

I winnow upstairs, quickly putting on clothes. Juniper laughs downstairs at something one of my uncles said, and the smell of coffee is already floating through the house.

In a matter of seconds I’m downstairs again, standing in the kitchen as Uncle Cas pours milk into his coffee and Uncle Az looks on, cringing at the sight and sipping his black.

“Why the hell are you guys still here?” I grumble.

“We’re hanging out with your wife, obviously,” Cas says, smiling. Winning my family over has practically become a hobby for Juniper and she’s extremely good at it; they all love her. Even Mor is coming around.

I roll my eyes at my uncles and reach for the pot of coffee as they continue their conversation.

“What are you two up to today?” Azriel asks.

“I’m meeting with someone from the theater to potentially work as one of their writers!” Juniper announces excitedly, just the sound of her bubbling excitement makes me grin, happy she’s happy.

“We’ll all come to the opening night of your first production,” Az promises as Cas nods enthusiastically.

“That’s if I get hired.”

“You’re a good writer, Juniper, they’ll hire you.”

“You’ve read some of her writing, Az?” I ask.

“Mhmm,”he says around a mouth full of food.

“He likes to read, you know? I figured he’d be a less biased reader than you.”

I roll my eyes, knowing full well I’m terrible at giving my mate proper criticism. My uncles leave soon after that when Dad shows up, hitting them over the head for taking his key. He makes a promise to come to dinner tonight, having something important to tell the family, and leaves soon after too.

The rest of the day is uneventful, but something in my stomach stirs, wondering what news my parents have. A part of me already knows and that feeling in my gut is unease or maybe guilt.

Juniper

I hold Nyx’s hand loosely in mine as he swings the door to the River House open, the sounds of his rambunctious cousins greeting us. My smile instantly grows as Baz runs up to hug me and, not to covertly, checks my wrist to ensure I’m still wearing my friendship bracelet. He has several different bracelets crawling up his arms, all for different friends, and everyone in the room has one too.

He pulls me away from Nyx to talk and play with the other kids and I find myself wondering how long I do want to wait for kids. The thought of having them right away all those months ago felt outrageous, but being near these kids makes my hormones crazy.

Nyx seems to pick up on this and smirks wickedly from across the room. Thankfully Feyre interrupts moments later, calling us all in for dinner, so my mate can’t send any of her dirty thoughts down the bond.

The entire meal goes smoothly but I can feel Nyx’s anxiety as he sits by my side. It’s radiating off of him and his parents are far from oblivious to it too. They don’t make an announcement during the meal, though, but Nyx and I both pick up on the fact that the Highlady isn’t drinking wine.

I grip his hand as we move to the sitting room and Feyre smiles broadly, grabbing everyone’s attention as her and Rhys remain standing. Rhys clears his throat, everyone goes quiet. “I’m pregnant,” Feyre says simply.

No one in the room is surprised and though we’re all happy we all know what this really means.

“It’s still early, but Madja thinks the baby’s a girl.”

The kids seem thrilled, the only people in the room saying anything for a long moment, before a few of their friends get up to congratulate them. Nyx remains, frozen beside me, though, even as we stand, and I wonder if he’s wishing he could take back what we did now that it’s real.

“This is good news,” Rhys says, smiling and gripping Nyx’s shoulder. “Your mother and I made this choice, Nyx, not you,” he reassures and low enough for only the two of us to hear.

Nyx relaxes slightly after that, hugging his mom for a long moment before returning to my side.

“This is good news,” I whisper into his ear, trying to convince him or myself, I don’t know.

We go home hours later, the peaceful bubble we’ve been living in for the last several months popped by the consequences of our actions.

There are defiantly going to be edits made to this story, but for now I just wanted to post it. Also, eventually, I’ll post a story about the other half of the deal between their courts, as well as a story around Junipers other sibling!

#Courts of Love and Hate #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of dreams #adult nyx #nyx x female reader #nyx acotar #nyx x original character #original character #oc

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attineilde · 10 days

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(of course he can afford it, he has a butler)

#i love this line and hate this line #I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE #aftg #all for the game #jerejean #jeremy knox #jean moreau #the sunshine court #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king's men #aftg quotes #tsc spoilers

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nothatsmi · 9 months

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"A hundred and one. Going on a hundred and two." "You're a terrible liar."

He lived,,

I'm beyond the point where I can use words to describe them anymore.

Just know that I drew this instead of working and I'll probably keep drawing them more even tho the work's piling up-

I'm not even kidding, it's terrible how much they invade my brain, like I'm always either thinking about them or drawing about them or saving pins on Pinterst about them (the board is getting pretty stuffed), everything i see is ORANGE at this point (it's my favorite color fortunately so I don't mind).

Still not done with the third book btw. I try to make it last as long as I can but I constantly want to read so the end is getting dangerously near...

Next I'll probably draw Dan and/or the other foxes, cause let's be honest they're all so cool...

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #hihi they're kissing #but they #hate each other #of course #i'm just past the point where andrew broke his promise with his brother for neil's sake #this my man is not what i consider a fling #the way they CARE omg i'm going mad #also i switched their t-shirt colors for once? not relevant but #fucked up orange pricks i love them #noah's aftg series

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starkingdraws · 11 months

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8.5 hours later… my boy is done 🫶

#all for the game #neil josten #digital art #fanart #procreate #aftg foxes #aftg #aftg neil #andrew x neil #andreil #psu foxes #the foxhole court #guys I finally finished it #I hate drawing hair sm #but it’s okay bc I love neil #finished #the kings men #the raven king

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castrotophic · 3 months

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sorry naka choko is actually so funny im dying... margot is like 'hey will lets have sex' and hes like '🤨 lesbian??' and shes like its fine. and then they have sex but the way theyre both so like meh about it is killing me. will is unbuttoning his shirt like 😒😒 i guess if theres nothing else to do😒

#also side not but watching hannibal and alana together is genuinely upsetting for me like i actually hate her so much rn #i love will and margot together they deserve to be best friends forever #i also cant take margots brother seriously #he literally sounds like a clown its crazy how is he supposed to be like #evil???#i dont buy it he sounds like a court jester #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #naka choko

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jestroer · 7 months

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Cletho, am i right

#everyone is going crazy about the ethubs but i literally cant stop thinking of those two on the same team i would kill for it #competent incompetent people who are bi4bi and t4t at the same time and also hate and also love each other #let me have this #i had to finish this today even if i needed to go to sleep like 2 hours ag o #zombiecleo #ethoslab #cletho #trafficshipping #secong life #secong life smp #secong life spoilers #trafficblr #court jester's art

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bisexualchaosdemon · 2 months

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I need to see Jean fucking lose it with Jeremy.

Because Jean grew up in the darkness, and Jeremy is like the sun. Because Jean put his head down and accepted his own suffering because he knew there was nothing else. He kept fighting to survive, even when he didn't want to, because there was no other choice. But here is Jeremy, with his smiles and his friendship and his never-ending patience, and Jean hates him.

Jean hates Jeremy because if a life like this is possible, what was all that suffering for?

#Jean hates Jeremy because he loves him #jean is safe but that means he is free to really think about what happened to him #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #the sunshine court #tsc #aftg #all for the game

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lemonboyjosten · 9 months

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the way andrew takes pristine care of everything that belongs to him, including all of his responsibilities eg. the people under his care, is truly admirable. it’s hard not to love him. he probably also suffers from a mild case of OCD. funny thing is that, while andrew is all about order, neil is anything but. andrew's need for order and control possibly stems from a desire to protect himself and others, while neil's disregard for order reflects on his pursuit of freedom and a rejection of the oppressive forces (his parents) that have shaped his existence. now putting this into a daily scenario: imagine andrew's obsession with meticulous care and responsibility management is so extreme that even his cats have a personalized 5-year plan. it’s endearing and borderline hilarious. meanwhile, neil's idea of organization is finding his left sock in the morning. they are polar opposites of each other in some instances and thats perfectly normal behaviour resembling that of an old married couple.

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northlight14 · 5 months

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While I’m a big fan of the “Von Karma being a piece of shit mentor and father figure to Edgeworth” concept and there is definitely some truth to those statements, I also wanna address the fact that it is canon that Von Karma was a good mentor to Edgeworth and growing up in that household wasn’t as horrific as it may seem at first glance. Frankly if it was, Edgeworth wouldn’t have been manipulated like he was.

Now just taking that into consideration, that makes the moment Edgeworth finds out what actually happened to his dad so much more heartbreaking. When mini Miles lost his dad, that was his world taken from him. He didn’t have any other relatives to go to and no direction in life. Then in steps a man who he knew his father respected to some degree, offering him a home and guidance, teaching mini Miles everything he knows and inspiring him. The ruthless God of prosecutors himself helping Edgeworth build himself up again.

Then he finds out that the one man who stepped in, the one he was willing to follow, was the very same man who caused his suffering in the first place. Not only that, but he’s spent so long following his teachings, that he himself has essentially become just another version of the man who caused his suffering. And to add fuel to the fire, that father figure clearly knew of Edgeworth’s survivors guilt and PTSD and used it against him and went as far as to frame him for murder.

It is honestly a wonder to me how Edgeworth didn’t completely break down right then and there in the courtroom. Von Karmas betrayal of Edgeworth is definitely talked about a lot in the fandom but the added context of what isn’t shown in the game or anime just makes it all the more heartbreaking

Edit: doing an edit on this post cuz I feel like I didn’t communicate what I wanted the best I could. My bad, y’all. This isn’t me saying that there wasn’t abuse at play. There was. Manfred was very obviously emotionally neglectful of Edgeworth and Franziska and instilled a perfectionist complex in both of them. That much is clear by the way Edgeworth speaks with him in a strictly business like manner. But I think it’s important to acknowledge that while Manfred was a shitty father figure, he still showed Edgeworth some form of kindness over the years. (I also believe that it has been confirmed that he was a good mentor to Miles but if I’m wrong about that let me know). We see that in the anime in particular where it’s shown he favoured Miles over Franziska. And also that’s how abuse works. The abuser will show kindness to their victim because otherwise they can’t manipulate the victim as easily. Manfred isn’t a good person but I think it’s important to look at his relationship with Edgeworth with a bit of nuance. Miles knew Manfred wouldn’t show him mercy in the court room because he knows how important his win record is. That doesn’t take away from the fact that he showed Edgeworth some form of kindness over the years. In my opinion, it just makes the whole situation more tragic

#fucking hate von karma for what he did #edgy boy always has and always will deserve better #it’s such a gut punch as well cuz Edgeworth likely would view vk as the only one who was on his side #only for vk to prosecute against him. not only does Edgeworth know how he is in court but that’s also his only safety net gone and instead #turned agaisnt him #that’s why when phoenix Maya and gumshoe step in it has such a profound impact on him #can y’all tell I love Edgeworth and also love this case?😅#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #manfred von karma #tw abuse

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arizona2004 · 1 year

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Courts of Love and Hate. CH 9

Nyx x Juniper (Tamlins daughter)

WC:3288

Not edited, also I think this one has SMUT at the end. I should probably check before I post, I have no idea what’s in it... oops

Juniper

My father tries pulling me back as soon as he notices but Nyx pulls me toward him instead.

“What are you playing at,” Father hisses at Nyx’s parents.

“Nothing,” Feyre says. “The deal was our daughter will marry one of your sons, not specifically the oldest.”

“You should be happy about this,” Rhys says. “This way if one of them can’t fulfill the deal, there’s always a backup. And no one could have guessed about the bond.”

Father glares for another long moment before stepping back toward his seat.

“If everyone could stand up and move toward the edge of the room, that would be most appreciated,” Feyre says, using magic to make her voice sound throughout the room.

Everyone moves to the side and in a matter of a minute chairs are moving through the air and tables are appearing out of thin air. Everything quickly organizes itself around the room while space is made in the center for a dance floor.

“We’re married,” Nyx whispers beside me, his hand reaching to grip mine.

I turn, smiling up at him, and grip his hand tighter before moving toward my brothers.

“This is totally awesome,” Oak's excited voice. “I’ve always wanted a tattoo.”

“It's not just an ordinary tattoo,” Kai says.

“I know, I’m not stupid. It’s still cool.”

Kai just rolls his eyes and turns, noticing our arrival.

“You don’t hate the tattoo too much, do you?”

He shrugs in response, looking me up and down as if searching for some injury.

“I’m fine, Kai. This will turn out for the best, I’m sure.”

He nods, still not saying anything before a voice interrupts the silence.

“Congratulations,” a tall, dark skinned male says, approaching us. “I’m Helion.” He holds his hand out to me.

“Highlord of the Day Court,” I say, recognizing him.

“Mother above,” Oak’s tone is all awe, his eyes practically popping out of his skull.

“Helion, this is my brother Oak: lover of history and books.”

“Ahh.”

“It’s my dream to come visit your court. I want to see all the libraries.

“That can be arranged,” Helion says, a fond smile brightening his expression. “I’m not too strict about who enters my court.”

The comment is simple enough but I don’t think any of us miss the dig about Father’s strict border laws.

“I’ll ask my father,” Oak says, ignoring it as he rambles out some questions about the history of Helion's court.

Nyx and I, though, silently step away so we can greet his family before welcoming all the other guests.

“I think this is going better than expected,” the male I already know as Cassian says to the Highlord as we approach.

“Mates,” the Highlady says, “I can hardly believe it.”

“It’s quite a shock,” The Highlord agrees.

“Hey,” Nyx says, interrupting as he pulls me closer.

“How are you both feeling?” Feyre asks.

“Wonderful,” I answer honestly, finally letting the excitement of finding my mate show.

“It’s surprising to realize we’re mates,” Nyx says, “but we’re excited.”

Nyx

Uncle Azriel’s expression makes it clear he doesn’t believe our false surprise at being mates, and I wonder if he’s known as long as I have that she’s my mate. Or longer? Mom and Dad are clearly surprised, though, and maybe a little apprehensive at the prospect.

The genuine support coming from Uncle Cas, though, is enough to keep my spirits high.

“This is probably the best turn of events we could have hoped for. Surely the two of you will find happiness being mated.”

“Not all mates are meant to be,” Dad says. I know he doesn’t mean it as the dig it is, only thinking about his own parents’ marriage, but it still hurts a little.

“We’re going to greet some guests,” I say, turning away quickly.

“Ow,” I hear Dad complain as we leave. Mom probably hit him over the head, the thought brings a smile to my face.

The rest of the long night passes in a blur of dancing and drinking and talking. We barely have any time to actually eat because even while everyone else is enjoying the meal people are getting up to greet us or give speeches.

The one my parents give actually brings tears to my eyes and I know the same is true for Juniper and the speech her brothers give.

Guests don’t start leaving until well after midnight and even then we still stay until the sun is nearly rising. Several guests still remain, but figuring it's not my problem as the newly wed, I grab Juniper's hand and winnow us to her brothers for a quick goodbye.

She has to wake Oak, who’s sleeping on Kai’s shoulder, but within ten minutes her hand is in mine again while I winnow us through space.

Her breath visibly escapes her as we land on the front steps of the townhouse. I have to hold her up by the waist at first.

“Sorry, I’m not used to winnowing that far.”

I hum, nuzzling the side of her face before pressing a kiss to her cheek, ensuring she knows I understand and am far from upset.

“Nyx, where are we?” she asks, obviously noticing the house we’re standing in front of.

“This is Velaris: the City of Starlight. The house is a gift from my parents.”

“A gift?”

“Mhmm. My Dad bought it centuries ago, they lived here before building the River Manor.”

“River Manor?”

“I can take you there another time, can we start our honeymoon first?”

“Honeymoon?”

“Are you just going to ask one word questions all day?”

“No.”

“Not a question but still one word.” I laugh and jump out of the way as Juniper swats at me.

“I’m just tired.”

I nod to show my understanding and swiftly scoop her up, ignoring her squealing protest. “Shh, just let me carry you to bed. We both are probably sleep deprived.”

She gives up her escape attempt as we reach the door, her wiggling immediately ceasing as she wraps her arms around my neck and lays her head on my shoulder.

“You gave up easily.”

“The relief to my feet is a really good motivator.”

A smile brightens what I’m sure is an exhausted expression on my face as I swing the door open and walk us into the foyer.

“I had the whole house cleaned and whatever furniture remained uncovered, a lot of it was moved to the new house though.”

“It’s beautiful,” Juniper whispers, looking around as much as she can from her place in my arms. “We’ll have to go shopping, though.”

Another smile graces my face, hurting my cheeks, and I can’t help but wonder if it's because I’ve never smiled this much in my life. “I’d like to pick out furniture with you,” I whisper against her neck before placing a small kiss there and carrying her up to our bedroom.

Juniper

We collapse onto the bed, neither of us having the energy to even undress. Until the rising sun peeks through the curtain wide window, that is.

“Ugh,” Nyx groans, sitting up. “Your bags are in the closet,” he says, turning toward me as I doze off. “Juniper,” he whispers.

I sit up immediately, forcing my tired eyes open.

“You’re so beautiful with that exhausted look on your face,” Nyx says.

I glare in response, making him burst out in laughter.

“I love you,” he whispers against my cheek, leaning in closer than we’ve been in days. I can’t help but drop my head back, allowing him the space to continue his path down my neck.

A small moan escapes me, eliciting a groan from him: something I want to hear everyday for the rest of my life, but he pushes away instead, and stands before going to the closet, motioning its light on.

“Come on, love,” he says, pulling his own sleepwear from the dresser. “Don’t you want to put on some pajamas?”

“I have some on under the dress,” I say, voice groggy, as I roll onto my stomach and pull my hair over my shoulder.

He moves silently before carefully unbuttoning the gown. My sigh is loud as the dress visibly loosens, no longer squeezing me so tightly. I can feel him watching as I pull the straps of the dress down my shoulders and kick it to the floor before rolling back over.

His voice is hoarse as he speaks, “That’s hardly a nightgown.”

The slip in question is silk, stopping at the top of my thighs, with a lace neckline that cuts lower than any dress I’ve ever worn. On top of that its form fitting, hugging the curve of my breasts and bottom.

“It's a bridal nightgown, Nyx, basically just lingerie,” I say, too tired to feel self conscious.

“Lingerie,” he repeats before audibly swallowing.

“I can change if you want,” I offer.

“No. No, don’t change,” he says. “But if you’re wearing that, don’t expect me to sleep in a shirt.”

“Whatever makes you comfortable,” I mumble, rolling over again to hug the pillow beneath my head.

Nyx groans loudly behind me, bringing a smile to my lips and a new kind of excitement to the sensitive place between my thighs. A rustling sound alerts me to Nyx changing and I open my eyes as he moves to the window and closes the blinds before laying on the bed next to me.

We lay silently for several minutes before his fingers graze mine and a shocked gasp escapes me.

“Sorry,” he whispers, pulling his hand away.

“No,” I say, moving closer to him,” hold me.”

“I don’t think I can hold you without doing something neither of us is awake enough for,” he says, but still wraps his arms around me and pulls my back flush against his front.

I think for a moment that we really won't fall asleep, Nyx clearly awake below the belt, but he kisses me on the shoulder and whispers, “sleep,” so softly that I have no choice but to obey.

Nyx

I wake with an ache in my groin and a warm weight on top of my chest. Blinking my eyes open, the first thing I notice is the golden blond curls. Then I realize that the hair in front of me is Junipers and she’s sprawled across my chest.

My chest lifts as I take a deep breath in, moving Juniper's body with mine. She doesn’t even stir, her eyelids continue to flutter as she dreams and mumbles under her breath about something or another.

Blinking in the dark room I notice the sun is still shining behind the curtains so it’s still day at least. Eventually gaining some sight I find the clock and make out the time. Early in the afternoon.

I let loose another breath and wrap my arms around Juniper's frame, needing to hold her closer. Her voice increases in volume, but her words are still incoherent, the only sign she hasn’t woken as she stirs in my arms and nuzzles closer.

Her hips wiggle against me in the process, bringing attention to my lower half and making me harder. I groan as softly as I can manage but not soft enough. Juniper stirs again, her eyes fluttering open this time.

“Nyx?” Her voice is groggy, deep with sleep, and that seems to make my erection worse. I’m throbbing in my pants at this point, Juniper must feel it but has no qualm at all, wiggling more.

“June, stop,” I groan, not even able to get her full name out.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t done it yet, don’t you want to?”

“Of course I do, but I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I don’t. I’ve been thinking about this since the bond clicked…and maybe for a little while before.”

We stare at one another for a long moment, but when she bites her lower lip I can’t hold back any more. Rolling over I press Juniper to the bed and hover above her.

“You’ve thought of me like this?” She nods. “You’ve thought of me making love to you?” Another nod. “Did you touch yourself?” She hesitates but nods again.

I groan and lean in to capture her lips between mine, needing to taste her. “Juniper-” I start but kiss her again, not ready to confess.

“Nyx,” she moans against my mouth, making it more difficult to hold my orgasm off.

“I’ve never actually-” I cut myself off and swallow the lump in my throat as she moves her gaze back to my face. “I’ve never actually done this before,” I admit.

‘You haven’t?” She seems a little surprised.

“I hadn’t when we met, and I had no desire to be with anyone but you after.”

She whimpers beneath me, pulling me closer to kiss me more deeply. “Neither have I.”

I smile against her mouth, slipping my tongue in to stroke along hers. Then, moving down, I press a few gentle kisses to her jaw before moving to kiss her lips and press my hips to hers. She lets out a soft moan against my mouth as I grind down harder against her.

I pull back after a long few minutes, breathing heavily, and gaze down at the space between us, her breasts pushing up against my chest. “Can I pull this down?” I ask, needing to see her naked breasts.

She swallows and nods, holding still as I take the tiny silk straps and move them off her shoulders and further down her arms until the neckline is against her sternum and her breasts are in the open air.

Unable to help myself, I lean forward and dart out my tongue to flick one of her nipples. Then, cupping one in each hand, I move closer to take more of her into my mouth. I nip and suck and lick until she’s writhing beneath me, completely lost for breath.

With my hands on her thighs, I shove the little bit of nightgown covering her thighs up, and press my still covered cock against her clothed cunt. I kiss her neck, sucking the sensitive bits of skin for long moments while grinding harder and faster, barely able to control myself while she whimpers and whines and grips my shoulders.

My hands travel down to her breasts again as I pull my hips away, afraid I blow too soon if I keep going. Kneading one with my right hand, I suckle the other, biting gently at her sensitive nipple.

“Nyx- touch me,” she begs.

“I am touching you,” I say back, smirking against the valley between her breasts.

“Not there.”

“Where?”

“Nyx,” she groans in frustration. “Don’t make me say it.”

I don’t bother replying, moving back up to kiss her jaw, still keeping my hips away from hers.

“Please, Nyx. Touch my pussy.”

“Mmm, good girl,” I whisper, not entirely sure where the words come from, but glad I said them as her breath hitches.

I snake one hand down her body, pleased with the shivers the run through it in my wake as I stroke over her clothed pussy. I groan at the feeling of her soaking through her underpants and tear them away, needing to get closer.

Juniper

I arch up into Nyx’s grasp, needing to feel him closer. He rubs his thumb against my clit in fast delicate motions that make me moan uncontrollably. In only a few motions the rest of my night gown is off and on the floor, and Nyx is kissing down my chest.

He moves lower and lower, still stroking at the apex of my thighs, until his face is level with my pussy. His tongue laps out, eager to taste, and almost as soon as he starts I begin shaking, cumming beneath him.

Nyx shoves his tongue deeper, tasting me in no way I ever imagined a male would.

“Please,” I moan, helplessly, needing him to come closer to me, be nearer.

In a flash Nyx is above me, his skin glowing faintly, as he presses my legs farther apart and moves his chest closer to mine.

“Nyx,” I whisper, gripping his shoulders as he shoves down his pants, releasing his hard, thick length.

“Shh,” he soothes. “I’ll try to be gentle. I promise.”

With that, he nudges his cock at my entrance, stretching me slightly around the tip of him. I gasp, suddenly in need of air, and hold onto him tighter. Nyx draws soothing circles on my back where he’s holding me closer to him and slowly pushes in further.

In a few short, slow thrusts his pelvis is even with mine, his cock filling me. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us breathing heavily as we try to adjust to the new feeling.

“Does it still hurt?” Nyx hedges, nuzzling my neck.

“Only a little.”

He nods in response and pulls out slightly before moving back in. He keeps moving, slowly at first but then with harder thrusts as I relax around him. I moan as he hits the small spot deep inside of me that makes me quiver involuntarily.

“Nyx!” I practically scream it as he hits it again immediately after. Then again and again.

“Right there?” He asks, gripping me tighter as he pumps faster. “I’m so close, Juniper.”

I nod and hold him tighter as a moan tears from my throat, making it impossible for me to say anything at all. Nyx moans above me too, setting his head in the crook of my neck while he moves his hips into mine. I grip his back, digging my nails in, and actually scream as my orgasm rushes through me and Nyx’s fills me.

He pulls out after a moment and collapses onto the bed beside me. We lay like that for several minutes before Nyx crawls out of bed and over to a bathroom. He comes back with a warm, wet towel and gently cleans the mess between my legs.

We sleep for a few hours more after that before continuing this little routine of ours a few more times. Two days after the wedding when I wake in the morning I finally roll out of bed. Nyx is gone but the sounds from downstairs let me know he’s cooking breakfast.

A few times in the past couple of days I’ve woken to the fresh smell of food, Nyx having brought me breakfast in bed. This time, having woken up already, I wrap a silk dressing gown around my exhausted frame and leave to search for my husband.

It’s about time I got a look at the rest of the house anyway. Before going toward the large staircase I walk along the hall and open the various doors. Most of them lead to bedrooms with covered furniture, but a few are completely empty.

When I finally go downstairs, a peek into the sitting room, only one set of armchairs sits beside the large fireplace and a few bare shelves are littered around the room.

The dining room is worse off, though. There’s no table or chairs, only a rolled up rug pushed to the side.

“This might be the emptiest room in the house,” Nyx says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “A blank canvas for you to paint.”

“For us to paint.”

“What about the kitchen? What’s in there?”

He grabs my hand, pulling me down the small hall while he talks. “A few pots and pans, some bowls and plates and utensils. No stools, though. That’s why we’ve been eating in bed.”

I smile, spinning in his grasp to kiss him gently on the lips. “Let's make a list then.”

#Courts of Love and Hate #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #adult nyx #nyx x female reader #nyx x reader #nyx acotar #oc #nyx x original character

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delloso de la rue is such an interesting character to me but I don’t think it’s for any of the reasons that the rest of the fandom likes rue for. oscar played them in such a metatextual way and it’s like, does he know? does he know how complicated and selfish and thoroughly flawed character he ended up creating? ruehob is so... fascinating to me and it’s not because I like the romance of it. there’s just such a twisted rotting core to it when you compare it to chirp & her wife, or even binx & andhera (and it’s FANTASTIC. I wish people didn’t shy away from how truly miserable ruehob is because that’s what I’m into)

it's like. you are delloso de la rue. you are an owlbear, under a spell of glamour. you have chosen to serve the court of wonder and at heart, you are a romantic. this year, you are planning what they say will be the very last bloom, and you are drowning in the narrative perfection of it.

you do not like the court of wonder. you do not like the duty you hold. you do not like that you are in this pretty, lithe form you have chosen for yourself. but here are things you do like: love, romance, and EXCITEMENT. you meet two lords of the wing and you want to bear witness to love matches so badly that you make a wager for it. you want this to be the last, best bloom. you want this so ardently and selfishly that you are willing to fall for the first person you see who will fit this narrative (star crossed monsters in courts that don't accept them, what could be more perfect?) while ignoring everything you already have - because it's not enough for you.

you say want love but you HAVE love. you say you want acceptance - but you could have that, too. you don't want love, you want the CONCEPT of love - the kind that people read storybooks about, that little owlbears dream of at night. you want romance. you want to be swept off your feet. you don't want acceptance, because acceptance and love is duty and you are beginning to hate the concept of duty. acceptance is (as hard as a knight pledging themselves to a different court for the sake of someone they love) as easy as realizing that of all the forms that the fae can take an owlbear is nowhere NEAR the most monstrous. the queen of air and darkness isn't even corporeal, half the courtiers of hoof and claw are feral beasts - but that realization is not grand enough for you.

you meet hob and you hold his paws in yours and you tell him (with tears in your eyes, so they sparkle better in the moonlight) that you feel - not alone - for the first time in your life (because it's something someone in a sweeping romance would say) and you (forget wuvvy, who followed you from her own court and accepted everything of who you were and repackaged herself smaller, neater, tidier like you, because that's what you wanted in the court of wonder) tell him that no one will ever use him again (while you use him to satisfy that hungry selfish hole in yourself that demands not LOVE but ROMANCE) because you love (what he represents, could represent for the grand romance of the sweeping fairytale you imagine your life could be if only someone loved you) him.

#a court of fey and flowers #delloso de la rue #wuvvy #ruehob #acofaf #sorry I have like. so many feelings about this #and meanwhile chirp and her wife and binx and andhera are like.#they love and it's not beautiful it's not picturesque but it is real and true #like actually I don't hate ruehob I just wish people realized it's uhmmm Fucked up lol #can we all make a pact to get into howfucked up they are like if someone told me they were toxic I'd be into it #but no ppl treat it as such a perfect romance and it's like. Divorce be upon ye #repackaged from a convo I had with fiovske #i looove your wuvvy art

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