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stromuprisahat · 5 months

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Feyre’s lovely family, pt. 6

ACoMaF- Chapter 24- When your family sucks, so do family dinners.

Feyre just discovered a new, negative after-effect of her rebirth. Unfortunetelly for her, Nesta notices, only to use it to pick on her.

Perhaps instead of bankrolling her drinking, the Night Court should provide some human food for Nesta after her transformation... I wonder if she's too good for it now.

Poster toxic household. When you can't even breathe without being mocked, you should fucking run ASAP. Or kick out those, who make it so.

I have to admire Rhysand for his self-restraint, because if someone talked this way to my loved one, and sneered on my land, I'd stab them with a fork. Preferebly dull one.

Cassian interferes.

... because when someone calls you out on your shitty behaviour, the most mature course of action is to ignore them. Self-reflection who?!

We were scared... that's why we prevented her from getting education and did absolutely nothing to improve our financial situation…

We had received no training, so we couldn't even try... growing food, giving lessons, sewing and mending for money… it simply never occured to us…

That's it?! Everything forgotten?! For fuck's sake, Feyre, have some self-respect!

Why is it always:

Nesta: *contrary, cruel, generally horrible*

Elain: *can't see evil, can't hear evil*

Feyre: *bending over backwards for them*

Oh, wow! They can do ~that~?!

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5

#ACoTaR #ACoMaF Chapter 24 #Feyre Archeron #Elain Archeron #Nesta Archeron #Feyre's family #Abusing Feyre #MU reads ACoTaR #A Court of Mist and Fury #V #books #quotes #Sarah J. Maas #anti Elain #anti Nesta

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aprill-99 · 7 months

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Rhys: “So let’s see if I’ve got this; you have immense shadow power, incredible combat skills, height, tattoos, secrets, dead parents, a thirst for vengeance, the weight of the world on your shoulders, a rebellion to lead, and a dragon?”

Xaden: “Yeah? I mean, there’s also my girlfriend who I’m completely in love with and 107 people under my protection but-”

Rhys: *frantically flipping through papers* “this is the hyper-intelligent girlfriend with unprecedented lightning powers? The one you speak to with your mind and call a nickname permanently?”

Xaden: “I do only have the one girlfriend. Kinda offended you’d think otherwise.”

Rhys: *signs a paper* “Adopted. The rebellion thing is handled. Me and your aunts and uncles have got this. Your new mom is going to need some time to add you and your mate to the family portrait gallery. Your bedroom is upstairs, knives are in the training ring, family dinner is every Thursday, your allowance is infinity and your curfew is never.”

Xaden: “I am…. Older than your wife?”

Rhys: “Did I fucking stutter?”

#incorrect quotes #fourth wing incorrect quotes #fourth wing #incorrect acotar quotes #acotar #crossover #who wants to write it?#bat boys #xaden riorson #rhysand #you cannot tell me im wrong #Xaden would be adopted in 0.8 seconds flat #Violet and gwyn can hang out #Rhys and Azriel might have to fight over custody #Violet would have a lot of fun with the valkyries #Brennan has things to say about Night Court medical practices #Tairn Sgaeyl and Andarna have a lot of thoughts about Byraxis #if Xaden is 23 than he is factually at least 2 years older than the oldest we’ve seen Feyre and that’s objectively fucking funny #Rhys is in his Dad era and even if he weren’t Xaden is everything he looks for in adoptive family and IC members #Rhys thinks Xaden is baby brother shaped and Xaden thinks Rhys is a weird powerful guy who might be able to help him win the rebellion #Xaden needs a nap #Xaden is adaptable and he’ll roll with this #but damnit all if he’s not bringing Violet with him #Violet is sure something about this is funny #crack fic #crossover fic

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theladyofbloodshed · 27 days

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Mama archeron had no time for her youngest child Feyre yet also asked her to take care of the family on her death bed

Mama archeron was delirious with fever when she asked Feyre this

Mama archeron’s favoruite daughter was Nesta who looks most like Feyre

And I’m meant to believe she did not think it was her eldest daughter she was talking to on her deathbed rather than Feyre, you know, the daughter who was going to marry a duke to elevate the family’s wealth

#it makes zero sense for Feyre to take care of the family #either she thought it was nesta in her fevered state #or she told them all to take care of each other and Feyre took that literally as go and provide

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lyssasdrafts · 20 days

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i love you platonic acotar relationships. i love the bat boys. rhysand, cassian, azriel finding each other when they were young and growing up together. rhysand’s family taking the boys in and loving them as their own. i love feyre and lucien. she gave up her real name for him not to be hurt when his mother was watching. i love feyre and cassian. he was the first person she met in prythian to understand what she went through when she hunted that wolf. i love nesta and azriel. he held her and thanked the mother when she used the dead trove. he said he forgives her and loves her as a friend. i love the valrykies. i love their sleepover and how they opened up to each other. i love how they were truly were the ones who helped nesta heal. sjm’s platonic relationships deserve more recognition.

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ariastarke · 6 months

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You want SJM to write another book about training to fight because you can’t comprehend a female character being badass and having agency unless she holds a sword.

I want SJM to write a book about Elain training to be a spy because it plays on themes of everyone underestimating her, her powers as a seer, claiming agency in the NC, becoming a hidden weapon, and still maintaining the roots of her character.

We are not the same.

#acotar. elain archeron #pro elain #elriel #we already got the feyre and nesta found family books where is elain’s #i’m suffering #also i feel like there will probably be those self defense lessons as well but like #ESPIONAGE?? FORBIDDEN ROMANCE??#i think about what sjm said about the wwii spies daily #also i could go on for HOURSSS about the parallels between the way feyre nesta and elain train and why emphasis is put on different things #for different sisters #but maybe that’s for another day 👀#hush m #book. acotar

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acourtofquestions · 2 months

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There is something powerful to the fact that the “I love you” of A Court of Silver Flames is not Cassian & instead is the Archeron sisters.

… That the first person who replies, "I love you too” to Nesta; a person who has never been able to say I love you, be allowed to love or be safe in that. Let alone have it reciprocated, without being immediately followed by their death (or destruction of some sort). And that that person is her sister; who loved her before & will love her after, who would fight to keep her safe & actually take care of her.

And Feyre finally gets to hear that from her big sister; from the family she thought she never had. It gives a full circle from how she left; feeling out of place among the human world, to end up in Prythian in the first place, she thought she was alone & left out to dry (or more likely freeze to death). To then in her almost end for the family she did find, she is saved by the sister she always had; the one who followed her to the edge of the wall, fought for her & spent days trying to rip into Prythian; to save her no matter the cost, and when the time came she “gave it all back” to pay it.

Feyre loved her, even when Nesta thought she wasn't worthy of it. Nesta loved her even when Feyre thought her sister hated her. And they both finally get to hear it, say it, see it, feel it, know it. They are worthy & they are loved regardless, they have an unconditional family of relatives & found loves. Their story enters a new world, one that is no longer alone. And there's something powerful in THAT as the choice, “I love you”.

+ We all know Cassian LOVES Nesta, even Nesta knows CASSIAN LOVES NESTA!!! It's been shown, thought, practically said (just got cut off)… it would’ve been nice, but it's already known. It didn't need assurance like they did.

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xreaderbooks · 1 year

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All I breathe (1)

Pair: Azriel x Vanserra Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, trauma, and torture

Summary: After the events of the war, Y/n struggles to move on and find her place in the night court. All but one member has forgiven the past.

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a/n: let me know if you want to be tagged for future parts, this was based on two requests that I got a while ago, I promised them that I would post this soon but it never happened but here it is literally a year later. Two requests merged into one. This is a enemies to lovers + other court reader x Azriel requested fic.

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The family gathered around the dinner table, seating themselves in their respective spots. One by one- the clambering not stopping even as they sat, conversation echoed within the walls of the river house. Every Saturday; mandatory for everyone. Your position in the High Lord's inner circle was questionable.

Your fraternal twin brother was the unwanted mate of the High Lady's second eldest sister; and you? You've managed to gain a job as the night court emissary alongside Lucien, though you wouldn't exactly say you acquired the job yourself. Circumstances weren't so easily spoken of.

You took your place between Lucien and Nesta. The air around you was tense, not at all the influence of those around you, it was simply how you felt whenever you ate dinner with Rhysand's family. Quarrels between you and the night court have long been settled but for so long these people had been your enemy. While you held nothing against them except for maybe one of them, your remorse hasn't allowed you to move on from your past.

The burn of a stare from the person sitting directly across from you pulled you out of your thoughts. You lifted your head from the plate of food your brother served you and narrowed your eyes at him. You picked up your fork and rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back on eating.

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He was a nuisance, a fly following the scent of your blood.

Seriously for someone who hated you so damn much, he truly does not leave you alone. You paced in front of the door of the war room before finally deciding to walk in, inconveniently as you did, the door opened. As someone walked out the door it slammed into your nose.

You let out a yelp, clutching your nose as your attacker swiftly moves past you. "Fuck!"

"Watch yourself," Azriel snarled. It was the only acknowledgment he gave you as he walked away. Somehow with your aching nose, you were able to catch his scent, it made you shiver, though you didn't know whether it was because of the slow subsiding pain or your body's natural reaction to preserve you from the shadowsinger's aura.

"An apology would be appreciated." You murmured. You reopened the door about to enter when you heard him.

"Perhaps if you weren't sneaking around this accident wouldn't have happened." His head was looking over his shoulder as he spoke.

"Last I heard, sneaking around is your thing, far be it from me to do your job." Your body's halfway through to the room on the other side of the door. "And I'll have you know my being here was requested."

You didn't wait for him to respond, letting the door close on its own behind you, you pressed your back against it and gently tapped your nose.

"Are you alright?" A voice rose from the middle of the room. You winced, forgetting what you were here for even as you were just talking about it.

You sighed, "Yes. A small incident, though I'm sure you already knew that."

Rhysand gave you a questioning look, "We sure it's not broken?"

"A broken nose definitely doesn't feel as okay as it does now," You made your way to the violet-eyed male who called upon you. The reason for your pacing and your almost-broken nose. He motioned for you to have a seat in the chair across from him. The awkward feeling crept in, this male was daemati which meant you'd have to build your mental block to keep your thoughts from being too loud and letting him into your anxiety.

"There's no need for you to worry Y/n," It was too late. "Why do you stress?"

His concern conflicted you, he should hate you. Your acquaintance was past hate but culpability ate you. "I don't, I'm fine."

"I noticed you were quiet at dinner, Feyre noticed."

"She didn't want to tell me herself that she noticed?" Your tone slipped into defense. In truth, you missed Feyre's company, you hadn't had a proper conversation with your new High lady since you made Velaris your permanent residence.

"She doesn't want to pry."

"And you do?"

"I'm your High Lord, it's my job to see that my people are faring well in my court."

"And are you?" You furrowed your brows, "My High Lord, I mean."

Rhysand chuckled, "Y/n, you are not your family. No matter the part you played when Feyre was trapped with that bastard." The bastard being Tamlin, the male who was the key component in your guilt.

Your fake husband for all intents and purposes.

"Knowing this," He continued. "Feyre has moved on, it's time you have to."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "There's just so much I feel I need to apologize for. I was wrong about everything, about you and your court. What you've built here is beautiful and I do not want you or Feyre to think that I am taking this for granted, all things considered."

"You have apologized enough. And all things considered, you are one of us." He gave you a small smile. "Now we have business to discuss, this will be a tough one but it's one that only you can do."

He explained the details of the assignment, you were to join Azriel or more like the other way around. To go to the Autumn Court, a stronger strain of fae bane had been created and word had come that it was traveling in the direction of that court. Dangerous as it is to go back to that court when you were living in the night court and no longer under Tamlin's protection, the world would be an even more dangerous place if Beron got his hands on the new poisonous plant. Azriel will continue his spy work while you, the 'distraction' of sorts will meet with your kin. Everything is to be kept under wraps, no one wanted to know what Beron would do with a dosage of a poison that strong.

Your position as emissary would ward away any suspicion and your presence absolutely distracting to the family you hadn't seen since the war had ended.

You cursed Lucien for leaving so suddenly this morning. He should be here and taking this job, you felt his absence completely, you were alone. You lived- temporarily- in a house full of people you once hated, now you were pretty confident you could call them friends and yet you were alone.

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It had been a while since you were bait. Long before you joined the Spring Court with your brother, when you were still a girl and life could be perceived as happy, Eris and the rest of your brothers knew your beauty could capture men with even the strongest of wills. You were young and innocent and it was easy. They used you as a trap, a siren of sorts, to lure the men who had wronged them. Males who had committed all sorts of crimes and those who hadn't committed any at all. It had been a job that you weren't nicely compensated for.

Perhaps it was the only time you had received any compliments from your family at all, with Lucien being the exception. You were paid with the slightest amount of praise from your father and brothers and an unlimited amount of guilt for pulling in men to their deaths. With a less-than-decent monetary sum. They didn't see the need for you to have as much money as they did when you lived in the palace and this way you could be solely dependent on them. You would have no escape.

In the short time, you had with these men whether they were criminals or not, you mourned for them- the kind-hearted ones at least. You used to pray to the mother for forgiveness and with time you became numb.

That was until you had fallen in love with one of them.

You were the type of girl who had hopelessly believed in finding your mate, despite the fact that having a mate was a rare thing, that was proving not to be the case more often now. You couldn't possibly know what it would feel like to have the mating bond, but if what you felt for the boy was anything close to it, you don't know what you would do with yourself if you were to be so blessed.

If there was one thing you and your brother, Lucien, could relate to- is tragic love stories.

Your father loved his boys and your favorite brother but you were a disappointment. You were a spoiled child, always getting what you wanted with anything and everything you could ask for, with your gentle compassion no one could complain. As you got older, the threat of reality faced you, you were a female in a family of sadistic males.

Their love for you faded and soon you were a bargaining chip and if anyone tampered with the value of the one card they held that could gain them access to whatever and whoever, they would pay. And so the pretty baker boy who inherited his father's great debt to your family had to pay.

You didn't get the chance to tell him how much you truly loved him, you didn't even know his name. You didn't get to know any of the names of the males you flirted with to stop any form of attachment to them. It was for the best, you thought, it prevented you from acting in ways you knew you would regret.

You reflected on the traumatic events from your life as you packed. There would not be much, knowing your family they would have your wardrobe ready for your arrival. Weapons and equipment for your travels were what you needed, so far everything was accounted for and ready to go.

You mentally checked for everything you needed when a knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts.

"How are things?" The youngest Archeron sister stood at the door frame.

"Good," You nodded, looking around the room for a hint at anything you might have missed. "Just finishing up."

An amused smile formed with an eyebrow quirk, "You do realize you leave tomorrow at noon?"

"I do, I just like to be prepared, that way I can sleep peacefully and possibly remember if I've forgotten something." You smiled softly, this felt normal. Like old times.

She walked into your room now, traced her fingers atop the furniture, and she paused at an iridescent music box. She picked it up and opened it, winding it up. "Reminds me of someone I know."

"What do you mean?" You eyed the box, knowing what it meant. During Feyre's time at the Spring Court, you were friends. As much friends as she and Lucien had been, even closer still. You tried to protect her from Tamlin in ways that you could but there was only so much you could do when you owed him your life. The music box was a comfort gift to her, things were getting complicated with Tamlin and they were about to get worse. You knew of this tune you heard once in a dream and had gifted the music box to her. She listened to it while she painted.

"Azriel. You both are so similar in the smallest ways, he's always ready for anything. Shame you don't get along." She pursed her lips.

You almost took it offensively when you remembered that this was progress, you and Feyre had spoken civilly, you apologized and begged for forgiveness, spoke some more and it was fine. But this was the closest it had been to how it used to be without the involvement of Tamlin. It didn't help that you noticed how true Feyre's words were.

You huffed, "Not my fault he's a prick and doesn't like me. I don't like him much either but I'd be willing to try if he didn't make it so godsdamned difficult."

"Yeah, he has trust issues-" She closed the music box once she was done observing it. "May I keep this?"

Your eyes softened, "Of course."

She pulled you into a hug, "Y/n, I know Az hasn't made it easy and it might not be obvious but I do trust you, a lot has happened since the past and you have long since redeemed yourself. Not only do I think so but the rest of them do too."

You squeezed her in thanks with shut eyes, willing the tears away. You had missed her friendship. It was a slow and agonizing process, moving to the Night Court in the middle of a war and getting to know the people Feyre had chosen. These people you grew up hating, the enemy whom you heard nothing but bad from time and time again from people who influenced your whole life. Then realizing why she had chosen them. These people were a family and nothing like what you've heard or expected.

It was a strange sight to see how naturally fun-loving yet powerful they are. It was taunting at first, how unbothered they were while you sat through dinners silently observing them. You didn't know if you would ever not feel like an outsider around them but eventually, after a long conversation, you and Mor had formed a friendship, and so had you and Cassian with the training you had decided to start. You and Rhysand were professional mostly, he's been trying to get you to be more at ease around him but knowing everything with his mother, sister, and Feyre- it was hard to let go of the fact that you were on the wrong side for a long time.

Now that you know you and Feyre were all good, maybe you could finally start to move on.

She pulled away and laid a hand on your cheek, swiping her thumb across your cheek, a sweet gesture. "You're gonna kill me."

Your eyes widened, "What?"

She eased you to sit at the edge of your bed, clasping her hands in front of her and clearing her throat. "You and Azriel are sharing a room in Autumn."

"What?" Your jaw dropped.

"It's either that or Azriel camps out in the woods nearby but that'll increase the risk of him getting caught and they don't know he's gonna be in Autumn at all at least not for the first few days-"

"Can't he just winnow back and forth?" You argued.

"You know that'll be a waste of energy you're not even winnowing there all the way, besides it's not so bad, hopefully, this will get you both to finally get to know each other."

"Spending the night with him is a waste of energy," You murmured. As if going to your hellscape of a childhood home wasn't enough.

A wide grin spread across her face, "Actually-"

You caught onto her amusement, "Nope. That's not happening- Gods, how long am I stuck with him?"

"4 nights. Not counting the night you will more than likely have to stay at dawn court, which reminds me we have to send word to Thesan." She said that last part to herself, zoning out slightly, no doubt communicating with Rhysand but speaking out loud.

"Does he know?" There's no way he'll ever agree, he'll get caught in the woods before he ever agrees to sleep in the same room as you. He avoids you at all costs and when he is around you his words are violent. They call him the quiet one yet his slick tongue is sharper than his knives whenever you're around.

"Rhysand is speaking to him right now," As if it were planned the house rattled at the slam of the heavy front door. You and Feyre flinched at the reverberating sound. You cocked your head and raised a brow. She winced, "He'll be fine."

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You sat at the breakfast table witnessing the atrocity that was happening in front of you, your brother's mate was softly caressing the spymaster's arm, and they whispered quietly to each other. The only ounce of kindness you had ever seen the male with blue siphons was with her. It was irritating. Luciens mate was infatuated with your enemy, how comical.

You didn't know what to make of your High Lady's sister, she barely spoke to you kept to herself and sometimes to her sisters, Nesta was highly protective of her and so was Azriel. It was a bit bothersome when something within you told you there was more to her than the delicate demeanor she portrayed. You didn't care to find out honestly, what you did care about was Luciens happiness.

Not that Elain owes Lucien anything but seeing your brother chase and cater to her at any given chance was disheartening, she can't even give him the courtesy of rejecting the bond. With that maybe then he'd heal from the breaking of the bond. But she didn't reject him and you knew that gave Lucien hope, but as you watch the pair standing on the veranda, there was no none.

What you would have given to have a mate yet now you weren't so sure.

"Are you done?" A voice cut through your mind and suddenly you realize a tall sculpted figure was standing in front of you.

You set down the glass of orange juice you were drinking, before licking your lips and thinking of a response, only to ask "What?"

He rolled his eyes and took the seat diagonal from you, "Are you done staring?"

"I wasn't staring, I was trying to admire the view that you and the fair young maiden were blocking." You glared at him and slid out of your chair, grabbing your empty plate and glass about to head to the kitchen.

"Oh is that what that was?" He glared back.

"Yeah, and you know for someone who is supposedly one of the most powerful Illyrians in the world you seem pretty weak to me, Shadowsinger. Pining over female after female-"

He was out of his chair and towering over you in a flash with teeth bared, "Don't speak of what you don't know, Firewielder."

"I only speak of what I see," You stepped an inch closer though you weren't sure if it was entirely possible considering you were now breathing the same breath. "Tell was she praying for your safe return in her arms while you go off to war."

"What do you care, Vanserra?" He laughed bitterly, "I applaud you for being aware of how much you lack being worthy of any sort of affection. Is that why you frown at Elain so? because you know that unlike her you don't deserve to be cared for."

You felt the familiar burn in your veins, you were shaking from the restraint of wanting to hurt him. His height made you tilt your head up to look him in the eye, you hated it. He was too close and your neck strained from the height difference. Your eyes burned with hatred, he was the only member of the inner circle you truly believed was a monster from hell. His shadows flurried behind him, as restless as the flames you kept under control. You needed to get away from him to release your stress before you exploded but he wasn't budging away from the eye contact so you wouldn't either.

"What's going on guys?" Cassian's leaning by the entrance of the room, arms crossed chewing on an apple. "If you guys want to take out some of that tension and potentially kill each other there's a whole yard out front you could do that on, let's not disturb the peace of this household. Or if it's the other type of tension, do it the normal way and go upstairs."

You backed away from Azriel, storming off to the kitchen to dispose of the plate and cup.

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Chapter 2

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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Say what you want about corrupted High Fantasy financial systems, I personally find it very sexy that in acomaf Feyre was worried that the High Lord of the Night Court was grossly overpaying her for being their emissary meanwhile Rhysand was frantically running his fingers through his hair, wondering how she didn't get the hint that he'd added her to his family's personal payroll.

#Rhysand: I consider you part of my family #Feyre: wE'rE jUsT FrIeNdS #This was in my drafts???#Have I posted this??#LMAO WHY DIDN'T I #Thanks past LB I'm stealing this one #feysand

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stromuprisahat · 2 years

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Finished A Court of WIngs and Ruin a while ago and I have some notes:

I’m starting to be allergic to specific terms, namely "mate" and "fe/male”. I get creeps every single time I see it on a page.

I have similar reaction to the Christian inspiration- starting with Miryam and her flock of winged soldiers, not nearly ending with Amren’s angelic reveal. That was absolutely disappointing revelation. So was her change into fae. Why does everyone have to become fae for their happily ever after?!

I also did not like the Slavic-ishness. There were moments when all those linguistic inspirations felt like WWII Eintopf- leather shoes included. Maybe a little less might be really more.

As for the plot, there was way too many surprise allies: Jurian, Eris, Helion in a way... Suddenly everyone wants to co-operate out of goodness of their hearts!

The worst part was- as I’m learning to expect- Feyre’s family. Like it or not, they WERE heavily abusive. Nesta and Elain going through traumatizing rebirth doesn’t make them better, yet they’re suddenly treated by the narrative as completely new, better people with no past to answer for. Their father naming ships after them and rallying forces to help Prythian doesn’t change anything either. It’s not like Hybern wouldn’t endanger him too.

I’ve read enough meta not to expect any better in the future.

#ACoTaR #A Court of Wings and Ruin #Sarah J. Maas #MU reads ACoTaR #V #Miryam (ACoTaR)#Seraphim (ACoTaR)#Amren #Jurian #Eris Vanserra #Helion #Feyre's family #Nesta Archeron #Elain Archeron #Feyre's father #anti Nesta #anti Elain

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likecanyoujustnot · 2 months

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Feyre Week Day 4: found family

A/n: I just used this as an excuse to write a fluffy feysand ft. Nyx and the ic fic. :)

I haven’t finished hofas but this takes place ages after (no mentions of Bryce + co). The others don’t say much (or anything). Lots of montaging.

In case you can’t tell, I speed wrote this. Definitely not my best work, but I’m working on like 4 other things atm. Shhhhh. Might rewrite it (probably won’t). But acosf feysand pov is still there. Aelin x Dorian AU to come (hopefully) soon.

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“Nyx, do not put that in your mouth. Nyx!”

I hung my head forward so my hair covered the smirk I was hiding from my mate.

“Say hello to mummy.” Rhys held Nyx in his arms as he brought him level with my face, setting the salt shaker down, far out of Nyx’s reach.

I set down the knife and brought my face close to my son’s. “Hello honey.”

Nyx cooed and made a grab for my hair. “Ow.”

Rhys smirked as he disentangled the now one year old’s hand from my hair. He brushed my hair over my shoulder as he kissed my cheek. “Go get ready, the others will be here soon.”

I gestured to the uncut vegetables. “What about them?”

“I’ll do that, get dressed, you’ve been working too hard.”

The past few weeks had been hectic, the court of nightmares were acting up, as were the Illyrians, and I’d refused Rhys’s persistence that I take a break, saying that if I did, he had to too, which shut him up. Add planing a first birthday party to the mix, and I’d barely had any time to think.

I gave Rhys a peck on the lips and pressed my forehead to Nyx’s. “I’ll see you soon baby.”

Rhys picked up Nyx’s hand and waved it at me. “Bye mummy.”

I waved back as I left the kitchen.

“Now this is a special surprise for your mum, okay? So you better behave.” I hear whispering coming from the kitchen as I walked down the steps.

“Rhys?” I called.

“Yes?” He called back, faux innocence in his voice.

I took the last few steps, suspicion growing.

I opened the door into the living room and Rhys shot up.

His eyes widened as he took me in. The dress is somewhat similar to the one I wore for my first starfall. A sliver blue, hugging my curves, loosening at my thighs, falling to the ground and dropping to show a tad of cleavage.

He strode over to me, looking devastating in a black jacket and pants.

He swept me into his arms and spun me around the room. “You look stunning, Feyre Darling.”

I giggled as he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply.

A soft cooing reminded us we were not alone. I crept around the back of the couch, grabbing Nyx and lifting him into my arms. “Hello, little one-” I stopped when I saw what he is wearing. I slowly turned to Rhys.

My mate wore a sheepish look as he ran his hand through his hair. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

I laughed, looking back to the little suit Rhys managed to wrestle Nyx into, it matched his own perfectly, with small slits at the back for his wings.

Warm arms enveloped me. “Was it a nice surprise?”

I grinned. “It was.”

A loud knock from outside snapped us both back to attention.

Rhys took Nyx from my arms. “You might want to see who that is.”

I lifted a brow as I went to open the door.

“Feyre!”

I barely had a chance to open the door before I was barrelled into by a blonde and red tornado.

Mor wrapped her arms around my neck. “So good to see you.”

I laughed and gave her a squeeze. “You too.”

Cassian and Nesta followed through after her. I gave them both a quick hug and closed the door from the cold.

“How’s my favourite Illyrian?” I turned to find Rhys passing Nyx into Mor’s arms.

Cassian scoffed. “I thought I was your favourite?”

Mor didn’t even look up from Nyx. “Never were.”

Cassian made more outraged noises, to which Nesta patted him on the forearm. “Am I your favourite, Nes?”

Nesta pretended to think. “No, I think mine’s Nyx too, but Az is a close second.”

“Betrayed, by my own mate.”

Nesta ignored him, and we all headed to the dining room.

Mor caught me up on her work in Vallahan, Nyx occasionally pulling at her golden hair.

“We should go shopping tomorrow.” Mor announced. “Leave Nyx with the guys and just relax.”

“We really should, I saw this new-”

I was cut off by the knocking on the front door.

I begun to stand. “I’ll go get it.” Rhys got up, touching me lightly on the shoulder as he moved past.

Nyx made a lunge out of Mor’s arms for me, little wings flapping, but she had too firm a grip and he didn’t get far.

“Want your mummy do you?” The moment Nyx was in my arms he rested his head on my chest.

“Rhys says that the desire to jump is part of the Illyrian instinct to fly.” I said to the table.

Cassian smirked. “Yeah, Rhys’s Mum told me he once jumped from a bench and nearly broke his arm.”

“I’m sure you did much similar things at the same age, brother.” Rhys slid back into his seat next to me, Amren, Varian and Azriel in tow.

Azriel’s shadows swirled around Nyx as he ruffles his hair. My son gives a shout of joy, making Azriel smile. “Happy birthday, Nyx.”

Varian gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to sit next to Cassian.

“Well done you two, you managed not to burn the house down.” Amren said, sitting next to the Summer Court prince.

“As if we would have.” Rhys smirked.

“At least we’re not making the cake.” I said. Rhys could cook, much better than me, but when it came to baking, you’d think he was purposely trying to give us food poisoning.

Rhys laughed, the sound drawing Nyx’s attention as he tried to clamber out of my arms for his father.

Another knock sounded and I got up for it this time, Nyx now safely in Rhys’s arms.

Elain stood at the door, Lucien a respectful distance behind her, my sister with the large cake in her hands. “I honestly think it’s frozen from the walk here.”

I smiled, and lead her into the kitchen, where she put the cake down on the bench, Lucien going to the dining room.

We walked back to join the others.

After half an hour of talking, Rhys magicked in the food, including the vegetables I had him cut.

We took turns feeding Nyx little pieces of meat and vegetables, while trying to shove down our own food before it got cold.

Once everyone was full, we moved to the living room again, a small pile of gifts set on the coffee table.

I sat down on the armchair, son in my lap, as Rhys brought the presents to us, announcing who it was from, before I helped Nyx tear at the paper.

Of course out of all the toys and things he got from our friends, both present and not, he chose to focus on the wrapping paper.

Nyx yawned.

“Cake time?” I asked, and was met with a resounding yes.

Elain hurried out of the room, and came back with the giant blue cake in hand.

She set it on the table and I used my powers to set the candles alight.

As we started singing happy birthday, I looked around at all my friends. My mate and sisters and every person who helped me get where I was today.

I held Nyx close to try and get him to blow out the candles, quickly pulling him back before he could burn himself.

Rhys lent forward and finished it, earning a laugh from everyone.

We cut up the cake, everyone complimenting the baking of my sister.

I talked with Nesta, who invited me to train with her and the Valkyries if I ever wanted to.

Rhys and Varian discussed having a visit to the Summer Court soon. Tarquin’s gift of a stuffed dolphin sat on the floor after Nyx tossed it in favour of Nesta and Cassian’s gift.

“Did you enjoy your night Nyx?” I closed the door after wishing goodbye to Mor. Rhys holding Nyx above his head.

Nyx made a cry of joy, to which Rhys replied. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He walked over to me. “What about you, Feyre darling?”

I smiled at him. “It was a nice night, you didn’t fight with Nesta, Amren and Varian didn’t traumatise everyone, the cake was delicious.”

“And the vegetables I cut?”

I kissed his cheek. “The best part.”

He grinned.

We walked Nyx up to the nursery, where we changed him into his onesie, and put him in the cot.

“Good night, little one.” I whispered, brushing his dark hair out of his face.

Rhys wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked out.

- I didn’t know how to finish this. And it probably sucks. Sorry.