#feyre is all mum

[highladyjane]

Y'all, my husband is getting into his Elriel era and making points 😊😂

My husband as soon as I opened my eyes this morning:

Is Elain the one who lives in Rosehall? Or is it a place where you go buy roses?

Me: Huh?

H: I just finished this chapter... Rhys told Azriel to go buy presents and go to Rosehall. Does Elain live there?

Me: I think you read all of that wrong... They said a "her", right? Who do you think that "her" means for Azriel?

H: Elain?

Me: Uh... What made you think that? Can you think of another "her" for Azriel who might live there?

H: His sister? Mor?

Me: When did they mention Azriel having a sister? And Mor lives with them. Think again.

H: Oh, um... His mum's still alive?

Me: 🤦🏻‍♀️ Did they ever even mention her getting ☠️?

H: Oh, right... It was Cassial's mum who was ☠️, right?

Me: CassiaNNNNNNN! And yes, it's most likely Azriel's mum who lives there and who he's buying presents for. The place is just called Rosehall... I don't know why though. But what made you think Elain lived there?

H: I think they mentioned she and Nesta moved out... And because she likes gardening and is always about roses and flowers so it just sounds like her place... And earlier in the chapter, I think Rhys was trying to get a reaction out of Azriel about Lucien and Graysen... They're both connected to her, and Azriel doesn't want to spy on Lucien because he says he's Elain's mate. Rhys seems intrigued, because I really think Azriel likes Elain. Is he courting her?

Me: What makes you think that? Did you read it anywhere?

H: Isn't it obvious?

Me *slightly stunned over his choice of words, obviously*: What is?

H: Well, because of everything that he did for her during the war? When he went to save her and then he gave her that knife that he hadn't even let Mor or Cassial- CassiaNNNNN touch. He could have given it to Feyre, his High Lady if he wasn't going to fight and if it didn't matter so much, but he gave it to Elain. And I don't know... I just think their personalities make sense together... They seem to be the quiet ones who likes being at the side of everything or keep to themselves. They make me think of old couples who like sitting in their garden drinking tea all afternoon while the children's making a mess. *I laughed so hard at this* So I thought that's who Rhys meant lived in Rosehall and why Azriel's going there... to woo her.

Me: Not everything's about Elain for Azriel...

H: But everytime they mention "Elain" or "Azriel", the other is always mentioned right after. They keep being pointed out. Like Cassian and Nesta. I think they're going to end up together... Do they end up together in the next book?

Me: We'll see. You'll have to keep reading to find out.

H: Maybe Elain reminds Azriel of his mum... So he likes her and that's why he was protective of her...

Me *trying to gauge if I even have the mind to explain the Oedipus complex before having coffee to him*: You mean he'd court her just because she reminds him of his mum?

H: I mean, if his only family is his mum and he's actually close to her, a guy is more likely going to like a girl he knows would obviously get along with her, right..? Poor Lucien though. *chuckles* Maybe Elain will like him back at some point, but I think it's going to be Azriel... I don't know. They just make more sense right now.

If even my husband thinks it's obvious, it's pretty fricking obvious.

#ACOFAS is peaking with Elriel hints and should NOT be skipped i'm telling you #acofas #elain x azriel #elriel #elriel supremacy #husband reacts to acotar

[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

In the future

Nyx *trying to figure out how to woo Tamlin's uninterested daughter*: Hey mum, how did you fall in love with dad?

Feyre *chuckling*: Well, it all started when I went Under the Mountain.

I broke my arm and he came to visit me. Instead of fixing it out of the kindness of his heart, he wanted to make a bargain. When I said no, he twisted my arm so hard that I screamed, so I agreed. Otherwise, I might have died of infection.

Then he drugged me and made me dance for him until I got so sick that I vomited.

Once we were finally free and we could be together, he found out that we were mates and didn't tell me, but he did tell all of your aunties and uncles. I was a little mad, so we made a promise to never lie to each other or keep secrets.

Then when I was pregnant with you, he found out that it could kill me, but he kept it a secret from me, even though we'd promised to never keep secrets, but he did tell all of your aunties and uncles who didn't tell me either!

Nyx: 😟

Feyre: 😃😐😶 ... that was... fucked up, actually.

Nyx: Do I... need to kill dad?

#anti rhysand #feysand #anti feysand #nyx archeron #tamlin's daughter #pro tamlin #tamlin

[likecanyoujustnot]

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.

@feyreweekofficial

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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.

#feyreweek2024 #acotar #sarah j maas #acotar fanfiction #feyre archeron #rhysand #the inner circle #feysand #feyre x rhysand #rhysand x feyre #feysand fic #feysand fanfiction #rhysand fanfic #feyre fic #morrigan #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #amren #found family

[theladyofbloodshed]

i have a hc that the dresses were for riceman's sister and the two fabric dress that can't even be called dress is a unfinished project that the dumbass thought was an actual dress

🤢 why was his mum so weird!!

I also do feel bad that Rhys is sjms super special boy and yet we don’t even have the name of anybody in his family. They’re just shadows that make his story more tragic. Their own tragedy is irrelevant. His mum being a teenager about to have her wings chopped off then falling into a different prison of being the ancient high lords mate changes nothing. Rhys doesn’t help Illyrian women. Rhys spends all of 5 mins feeling bad that Feyre is so much younger than him.

#anon asks

[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron

Just a tiny fic too see if I want to continue it and keep this format!

Words: 800

TW: implications of neglect, manipulation and controlling behaviour

December 21st

Dear Diary (?) 

I never had a diary, I don't know how this stuff works. Mom gave me an old diary she had never used, it's the closest to a birthday gift I have ever gotten from her. I haven't gotten any cake like Elain or a grand party like Nesta but I'm not mad, at least I get the time to draw in my room without any interruptions. I've become pretty good! 

Rumor has it that a new boy will be at our school tomorrow, which is weird because it's two days before the holidays. It probably stays a rumor, it wouldn't make sense. 

Anyways, I think I'm going to sneak into the kitchen after mom went to bed, I'm getting hungry. 

Bye, I guess? 

December 22nd

Dear Diary, 

Today I have been blessed by god. I didn't expect to make another entry so soon but today the new guy looked at me. OH MY GOD, RIGHT? He totally smiled at me too!! (Delusion aside, he probably saw someone behind me. He doesn't know I exist.) 

I hate the stupid lights in the school but I swear the new guy’s eyes looked VIOLET in the light. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I'm totally going to draw himy he's GORGEOUS! Like the men on Nesta's book covers (that she's totally hiding from mom) but a hundred times prettier! 

Well, I have to finish my math homework now. 

Bye? 

January 2nd

Dear Diary, 

Christmas was pretty boring that's why I didn't write anything but today was insane! The new guy has a name, Rhysand (beautiful, right?) and he's in my history class! I actually quite like history and our teacher, Ms Weaver, even though everyone is scared of her but Rhysand made it hard to focus!! It's not like I'm mad about it because he's sitting like right in front of me and he smells like citrus and sea (Not that I sniffed him, I'm not a weirdo) he smells SO GOOD and I could just get lost looking at him all the time! 

Maybe he'll talk to me someday, wouldn't that be neat? 

Shit, mom is coming home and she sounds mad!!! 

Bye! 

January 4th

Dear Diary, 

Today I got Elain’s hand-me-downs! Finally, I've been waiting for this, I needed new pants. Mom refused to buy me new ones because it's my fault I got them paint splattered. It's only one pair that has paint on them, the others are falling apart! But arguing with mum is like arguing with a brick wall, it won't budge.  

I found a pretty blue jumper in Elain’s old clothes which makes my eyes pop! I will wear it tomorrow. Not because I have history class and will see Rhysand, it just looks pretty. 

I also got a job interview at a run down diner at the edge of the town! Mom can't know, she'd never allow me to work or if she would, she wouldn't allow me to keep the money, she always needs to have everything under control, it's so annoying. 

I'm not worried about not getting the job but I hope I can convince them to give me night shifts so mom won't know! Once she's asleep, she's ASLEEP! 

I'd say wish me luck but it's only me and the ink, so I guess I wish myself luck. 

So excited! 

January 13th

Dear Diary, 

I am dying. I really am. I'm barely able to write these words down. 

Fine, maybe I'm not dying really but it feels like it. I got my period and I literally feel like I'm bleeding out. I feel like someone is stabbing my uterus REPEATEDLY. Why would mother nature be so cruel? Why would my own mother be so cruel to still send me to school like this? That was a trick question, it's my mother. Cruel is carved in her bones and blood and brain. Whatever it is, I can't think through this agony. 

Mom says it's normal and I shouldn't be so dramatic and when I tried to talk to Elain she grimaced!! I mean, it's not her fault, I guess. Mom drilled it into Nesta and Elain that these topics are taboo. I think that's stupid because in biology they said periods are natural so why would something natural be taboo? 

It doesn't make sense, right? 

On a slightly brighter side, Rhysand talked to me yesterday and asked if I was okay!! I am aware he asked because I probably looked like death but a win is a win, right? And his smile when I lied and said I was okay, I was melting into a puddle! 

Okay, the water is hot enough for my hot water bottle! I'm gonna chill and listen go Red for the rest of the day until bedtime. 

Bye

Taglist: @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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[mmvalentine]

Lover Like Me pt 2 | Feysand

Part 1 ** Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

I’ve been moved into the Velaris block for all of an hour before Tamlin finds me. I haven’t even unpacked yet; boxes of clothes are still sitting on the bedroom floor next to the pieces of a dismantled bed frame.

I’m just standing in shock, not knowing whether to be mad at Lucien for ratting me out, or guilty that that information got him beaten black and blue by the man who terrorises both our lives. I guess that's a pretty accurate summary of my relationship with Lucien, though.

The world moves around me, and within five minutes, Lucien is gone, I’ve been bundled into Rhys’s apartment, and Cassian and Azriel are prowling the walkways waiting for his approach. Mor is with me, and Rhys is in my apartment. When Tamlin arrives, I can hear him through the door.

“Where is she?” he snarls, and Mor puts her arms around me.

“None of your business,” Rhys snarls back. The urge to go to the window is overwhelming.

As if reading my mind- or maybe just following the line of my gaze, Mor shakes her head. She points to the door instead, and I see that there is a peephole there I could look through without being seen.

“Tell me where you’ve fucking taken her,” Tamlin spits, and I almost don’t go. But I force myself to stand, silently, and cross the room.

“I didn’t take her, she left. Just like they all eventually do, you stupid thug.”

Tamlin is standing in the walkway, and Rhys is leaning casually against a railing. Cassian and Azriel stand by him, not so casually.

“Lucien says this her new address. There’s no reason she’d voluntarily downgrade to a shithole like this.”

“This isn’t Feyre’s address, this is my place.” Rhys is lying for me, now.

“Then let me in and prove she’s not here.”

“Like hell I will.” The words rip from his throat, and the nonchalance is gone.

“Maybe I’ll just bust down every door until I find her then.”

Tamlin’s threat has me backing away from the door in a hurry. I hit the couch and nearly fall but Mor steadies me.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. So softly, at my ear. “You’re okay. Rhys won’t let anything happen to you.”

“He’s going to get punched,” I whisper. The fear is a taste in the back of my throat.

“He can handle himself.”

“Why though? Why doesn’t he just Tamlin come get me?”

"Because he's not an asshole." I just give her a look, and after a moment she goes on. “His dad was like this,” she says quietly. “Rhys used to try stand up for his mum and get thrown aside like a ragdoll. I saw it happen a few times.”

I process this, and tune back into the conversation beyond the door. There’s the sound of scuffling, and then Tamlin swearing.

“You try that again and you’ll go over the railing.” That’s Cassian now. Tamlin huffs out a laugh.

“Rhys,” he says. “Call off the dogs. I’m just here to get what’s mine.”

“There’s nothing here that belongs to you.” That’s Rhys again. In the ensuing silence, I’m picturing the way Tamlin’s face darkens as he gets into one of his dangerous moods. I’m twisted up with guilt that people might get hurt because of me, but I’m too chicken to go out there and face him myself. Not now. Not while I’m so close to being free of him.

“Fine.” I’m surprised to hear this. Tamlin’s backing off? “But I’ll be back for her and you’d better not be in my way again.”

“You’ll be back here over my dead body,” Rhys bites back.

“That can be arranged, you know,” Tamlin says coolly. But then he walks off and after a minute, the door opens.

“Cassian, Az, go make sure none of his henchmen are lurking around here will you?”

“Henchmen?” Mor asks, raising an eyebrow. Rhys ignores this.

“Mor can you call the police and let them know Tamlin’s been making death threats around here again?”

"Wait," I bleat. "He's really gone? That's it?"

“Okay but they’re not going to do anything,” Mor grumbles, and gets off the couch. Rhys takes her place once she’s walked off, and sits down next to me.

“Are you alright?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” I whisper back. “Are you?” Rhys snorts.

“Of course I am. I’m not afraid of Tamlin.”

“I am,” I confess. And Rhys’s eyes melt a little before he tugs me into his side. I put my face against his chest and try hard not to cry.

"Gods I hate that guy." I belatedly realise that Rhys is... vibrating under me.

"Rhys?"

He looks down. "Sorry," he says. "This is just another day I have to convince myself not to go after him. That if I do, I'm just as bad as he is..."

"Do you want me to distract you?"

Rhys looks down at me in surprise. He huffs a laugh, and his shoulders relax a fraction. "It's not your job to diffuse angry men," he tells me, and I think about what Mor said about his father. He sighs and the hug squeezes. “I’m sorry this is happening to you,” he says into my hair.

"Will he come back?"

Rhys doesn't answer that question. Instead, he says, “You can always, always call me if you feel unsafe and I’ll come find you.”

I nod into the warmth of him, and feel embarrassed by how hard I’m clinging on.

"You want to stay here for a bit?”

I do, but I force myself to let go of him. “No, I really need to unpack. Thank you so much. For out there, for getting me here…”

“You’re welcome,” Rhys says. “But no more of that. We’d protect anyone in Velaris who needed it, okay?”

“Okay,” I say, and then stand up to go. My hand shakes on the door handle, and Rhys sees it.

“Do you want me to hang out in your apartment for a while?”

“Yes please,” I say quietly. Rhys comes up behind me.

“Alright. Come on then.” He squeezes my shoulder, grabs a rusty tin off his kitchen bench and then opens the door. I trot out after him and I have to say, I do feel much safer with him leading the way. Even if it is only to the next door.

“I’m going to make us some tea, what are you unpacking now?”

“My clothes,” I say. “And then I’ll have to put the bed together but I don’t even know what it looked like assembled.” I try for a laugh but it comes out brittle.

“No worries,” Rhys says. “I happen to be an expert in puzzles. I’ll be there in a bit.” He wriggles the tin at me and I realise he’s brought tea from his house. He bustles around the small kitchen, finding mugs and a kettle amongst my meagre belongings, and I leave him to it.

In the bedroom, I open up the wardrobe that Mor and the boys got for me. I push it further along the wall to my liking and wonder how Cassian carried it in here because the thing weighs a ton. There’s hanging space in one side and drawers in the other.

I’ve filled the top drawer by the time Rhys comes in bearing steaming mugs.

“My mother was Irish,” he tells me. “And she used to get this stuff imported because she always said she didn’t like the tea over here. My aunt used to send it over by the crate.”

I take my mug and blow gently on the top before taking a sip. The taste is rich bittersweet, and I do feel calmer when I swallow. I breathe in the curling steam, and when I look up Rhys is watching me. He clears his throat.

“Alright do you have a screwdriver?” Rhys asks.

“No,” I say. Rhys gives me a look. He pops back to his house for a minute, and returns with a shoebox containing two screwdrivers, a hammer, and an adjustable wrench. “You gotta have a basic toolbox,” he says.

“I did at home,” I say wryly. “Didn’t think to pack it when I moved into Tamlin’s.”

“Ah, fair. Well hold onto these at least.”

With that, he sits down and starts inspecting the pieces of the frame.

For a while, we work in companionable silence. I fold away the rest of my clothes, and then start helping Rhys find the right screws out of the sandwich bag-full of them that came with the frame. Rhys has started humming under his breath, and I’m content to sit and listen until Rhys notices that I’m listening, and smiles at me. He sings a bit clearer for me to hear.

“So softly she came that her feet made no din/ She stepped up to me and this did she say/ It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.”

I hand him a screw. “That’s lovely,” I say. “What is it?”

Rhys holds the screw straight while he turns the phillips head. “It’s an Irish folk song that my mother used to sing,” he says. “It’s about a woman who dies before her wedding, but comes back to see her lover in a dream.”

“Oh,” I pick up the next screw. “That’s why it sounds so sad.”

“Yes well,” Rhys holds his hand out for my screw. “My mother sang a lot of songs. Would you like a happier one?”

I smile and nod, and Rhys launches into a merry tune about a man who only loves a woman named Nora.

“Wait,” I say, half way through. “I know this one. I think it was an American song first, but it wasn’t Nora it was Maggie. And I’m pretty sure Maggie dies young, too.”

“Oh.” Rhys scratches his chin with the screwdriver. “Alright well how about this one.”

His next song is positively filthy and suddenly I think I would have liked his mother. Rhys sings a few verses, full of innuendo and I end up laughing so hard I knock over his half-empty mug of tea, causing him to jump up.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” I say. I realise I have no tea towels, or bath towels for that matter, and Rhys seems to realise this too because he pulls off his shirt and throws it over the puddle.

“This is why I always wear black,” he grins. I put my hands over my face and groan.

“You’ve done so much for me and all I do is ruin your clothing.”

But Rhys kneels down in front of me and tugs my hands down.

“Hey,” he says softly. “None of that, remember? No more worrying about people doing things for you. Plus I have a closet full of identical black t-shirts, you're fine.”

I look up, my fingers still in his, and grimace. But the look on his face is so sincere that I make an effort to shake it off.

“I’m not used to it. I’m… not good at letting people help me,” I confess.

“I know,” Rhys says.

This close to me, I suddenly notice the swirling black tattoos that flow over his chest and shoulders. I also notice the deep grooves between the muscles all over his abdomen, the warm brown of his skin stretched taut over the expanse.

I blush slightly and pull my hands back.

“So that’s the tattoo you got the same day as me?” I nod to the freshly inked section on his left forearm. It’s a continuation of the style that’s on the rest of him, but I focus on that stark black section rather than the smooth, worn lines across his pecs.

“Oh yeah.” He peers down at himself, but doesn’t move away from me. “How’s yours healing up?”

I wince and rub my wrist. “So, so itchy.” Rhys laughs.

“Yeah don’t let it dry out. What are you putting on it?”

“Umm just this antiseptic cream?”

“Okay you should try this salve I have.”

He gets to his feet and runs next door again, this time returning with a small, round container. I hear him washing his hands in the kitchen sink before he returns.

“May I?”

I roll my sleeve up and frown and the cracked surface of the artwork. Rhys carefully rubs the salve all over it, until I can see the image again. I worry that he’ll think it’s gross, but I guess he has enough tattoos that he’s not surprised. His fingers are hot on my skin, and I look at the details on his rings.

“Feel better?”

“It really does.”

“This stuff is oily so it doesn’t dry out as fast as other creams. I have a friend who makes it, so you can keep this tub.” He sets it down on my night stand, then picks his wet shirt up off the ground and wipes his hands on it. “Try to slap it instead of scratching, that’s what I do.”

“I’ve been icing it to try get it to calm down.”

“Yeah that’s a good option, my freezer's been broekn for a month. I like the design, by the way. It’s not usually Amren’s style but she did a great job.”

I debate telling him, for a minute.

“It’s not her style because… I drew it. I showed it to her during our consult and she said she’d be happy to tattoo it. Said she wished everyone came with half the work already done.”

Rhys looks at me, then at my wrist, and back up again.

“Feyre, that’s amazing.”

“Thanks, it’s just a little thing.”

“I fucking love it. Is that what you do for work, you’re an artist?”

I laugh. “One day, hopefully. I work in the art store, it pays shit but I get discounted supplies.”

“Would you do a commission piece?”

“Uh, sure I guess.”

“Have you got some stuff I can see?”

I fumble for my phone and show him my Instagram, scrolling because his hands are in his wet shirt.

“Holy shit, Feyre,” he says. “You are amazing.” He looks at me, and gives me a toothy grin. “Paint me something,” he says. “Three by two feet, anything you want.”

“You know it’s harder to come up with ideas when you have no parameters,” I tell him.

“I did give you parameters, I want a big ass canvas.”

I laugh. “Okay, fair. When do you want this by?”

“No time limit. And I’ll pay you upfront.”

“Rhys, you don’t have to pay. You’ve done enough…” But Rhys cuts me off.

“What did I say about that?”

“Fine. Fifty dollars.”

“Pssh. You sold that one for three hundred and it’s half the size I asked for.”

I quickly put my phone down. “Alright, three hundred then.”

“Five hundred.”

“What is this, reverse haggling?”

“Five fifty, final offer.”

I give him a look, but he just grins like a maniac.

“Fine,” I say.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Rhys tips and imaginary hat. “I’m going to wash up. Come with me and take some of my extra pillows and blankets.”

It had not even occurred to me that I needed them- the studio I had been renting was fully furnished, so the sheets were mine but the bedding was not. I guess it's obvious now that the empty bed is in the middle of the room.

“I can run over to the store,” I protest.

“I know you can, but you don’t have to. Don’t worry, I’m not going to give you my dead mother’s pillows or anything.”

“What?! I wasn’t-"

“I know I’m messing with you. Come on.”

We trudge back into Rhys’s apartment, and he dumps his shirt in the bathroom sink on the way through. His place is bigger than mine, it’s a two-bedroom that I recall he shared with both his mother and Mor years ago. There’s a well-stocked linen cupboard, where Rhys sources two pillows and a spare comforter.

“You have sheets?” he asks.

“I have sheets.”

“Okay, anything else you need?”

“No?”

“Towels. Here.” He’s still shirtless, so I can’t argue there. He adds two to the pile in my arms. “Okay, if you need anything else just give me a shout.”

“Okay.”

He looks at me seriously. “Do you feel safe on your own in there?”

The image of Tamlin outside my door flashes before my eyes, but I swallow and nod anyway. I have no desire to let that man intimidate me anymore.

“Alright,” Rhys says. “Are you working tomorrow?”

Another nod.

“Well, if you get bored in the evening, there’s usually at least one other person hanging around my house so you’re welcome any time.” He leans in conspiratorially. “It’s because I won’t give out my Netflix password, so they just barge in and watch on my TV.” I laugh at that.

“You never kick them out?”

Rhys shrugs. “They started doing it when I was a kid, my ma used to grouse about it but I think she secretly liked it. So now if I tell them to leave they just say ‘ma said we could’ and then don’t move.” I laugh again.

“Okay well I’ll keep that in mind.” I head for the door.

“Night, Feyre,”

“Night, Rhys.”

When I’m back in my own apartment, I put the bed things down on the mattress and hug a pillow to my chest. I realise then that despite everything that's happened, I’ve laughed more today than I have in months.

***

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#feysand #feysand fic #acotar #rhys x feyre #what the hell is it just me or is it suddenly much harder to make the taglist #i'm sorry to the tags that dont work idk how to fix them #also spaghetti 4 almost there

[purple-haired-faerie]

Azriel, a Mate and a Step-Daughter HC

A/N: Mabel and Felicity are some OC I have. Mabel is a Forensic psychologist and Criminologist with more than enough life trauma. Felicity is her daughter, the only good thing to come out and abusive relationship. She doesn't know her biological father, having been told her is a 'bad man who hurt mummy and mummy left him when she was born.'

A/N let me know if you want to see more of Mabel and Felicity

Felicity had always wanted a Dad like all her friends at school but had soon realized it only upset her Mum when she asked so she stopped asking

Mabel had sworn off relationships. Had promised herself not to allow a repeat of her last relationship, one that had left her with physical and emotional scars.

That was until she had to work with Azriel on a case. He needed her input and expertise and soon it became apparent it wasn't just work that had them spending time together.

Eventually Mabel admitted to Azriel about her ex, explaining that as much as she wanted whatever it was between her and the shadowsinger she was also afraid. Az promised they could take it slow and she could be in control

After a few months she introduced Azriel to Felicity as a special friend of hers. Felicity wasn't a daft kid so understood what her mother hadn't explicitly said

As promised Az let Mabel have control. The first major milestone was inviting Az round for dinner. As she is cooking As makes conversation with Felicity. He finds out she has a creative side and loves anything performing or artist. She asks about his shadows who are curious about her. The night is a success and becomes a regular thing.

Once Mabel and Azriel become more secure in their relationship and it looks like Azriel is in for a long run, he tentatively asks if he could spend time with Felicity who is becoming equally important to him.

Once a week Az gets to spend time with Felicity. Sometimes it's simple, a trip to the park, ice cream or whatever. Sometimes he'll do something a bit more special but will pass it by Mabel first. He doesn't want to overstep a boundary.

A massive hurdle is the family introductions. Mabel invites her grandparents (her parents are another story) brother and sister round for dinner with Azriel. He knows how important these people are and he's super nervous to make a good impression. They can tell he treats Mabel and her daughter right

Then Azriel introduces them to the inner circle, having begged them to behave. Az bringing a significant other round is huge so they behave. Nyx, the same age as Felicity recognizes her from school and immediately puts her at ease, drawing her into consideration with Cass, Nesta and Mor. Rhys, Feyre and Elain talk to Mabel and try not to overwhelm her. Amren just drinks wine and observes.

That night, as Azriel stays the night at Mabels they feel the bind snap. It was like it was waiting for her to feel truly safe and accepted by Azriel. That night is the final part of that feeling for her.

Felicity stays with Feyre and Rhys when. Mabel accepts the bond. Of course they had discussed it with her and her immediate response was "does this mean I can call you my Dad?". Az isn't above admitted the simple question makes him emotional. " If you want to of course". He has seen her as a daughter for a long time.

Once they have gotten the frenzy out of their system they decide to buy a new home that's fully their own and of course Felicity gets involved. They find a nice place on the outskirts of Velaris with a big garden and a tree for a tree house (Az, Cass and Rhys make her one. It takes a lot of swearing and sweating but once it's done she loves it, "thank you Daddy, and Uncle Rhys and Uncle Cass. It's the bestest tree house ever")

Rhys and Feyre arrange them a mating ceremony. A small cozy family affair. Not as small as the elopement Feyre and Rhys had nor the extravaganza Nesta and Cassian had either. What makes everyone cry is Azriels vows to Felicity to be the best Das he can be for her and to always protect her.

After the ceremony Azriel formally adopts Felicity as his own daughter making it official. It's one of the best days of his life

#acotar #original child character #azriel acotar #dad! azriel

[witchthewriter]

Hi! How are you? I was wondering if I could have a level 6 ship with ACOTAR, Twilight and House of the Dragon if that’s not too much trouble?

So about me :

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: I think I’m straight…

Height: 170cm/5’7 ft

Body Type: Inverted triangle

Skin tone: Olive skin

Hair: Armpit length, dark brown and wavy

Eyes: Almond shaped, dark brown

Style: Casual chic

Zodiac signs: Taurus Sun, Virgo Rising, Cancer moon and Aries Venus

Mbti: INFJ

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite food: Ice Cream

Things I love: reading, drawing, writing, cooking, walking, daydreaming, sleeping, rainy days, cookies, gardening, listening to music, animals, cherries, watching Youtube and surfing on Tumblr.

Love Language: Acts of Service and Physical Touch

Personality : I'm an introvert, but I can act as an extrovert. I'm really sarcastic, I hate confrontations, from the bottom of my heart, and most of the time I'm more of a diplomatic person. I’d describe myself as stubborn, intelligent, argumentative, hard-working, patient, emotional, creative, empathic, bossy, helpful, kinda bitchy when I’m angry and sensitive. 

I'm a really loyal friend and the mom of the group. I have all kinds of things in my bag: tissues, lip balm, pens, emergency numbers, etc. I'm the eldest, and I love my siblings, even though they drive me crazy most of the time. I love learning new things, reading new things.

My favorite colors are blue and purple, my favorite flower are cherry blossom and lotus and my birthstone is an emerald.

And I think that's it ^^. Thank you so much and have a nice day :)

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛    𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑧𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙! You would show him the softness that he needs. He’s been through a lot, especially in his childhood, and isn’t a very open person. His quiet personality would work so well with you, because although you aren’t the most loud person, you can hold a conversation. And you would keep him comfortable in both social and intimate settings. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Doesn’t want you to feel like you have to be with him. So committment was very difficult for Az. But once you prove to him that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, he’d tie himself to you in every way possible

・Doesn’t like going out all that much, prefers to stay home and spend time with you. Loves laying on the lounge with you on top of him, reading while the fire is crackling. 

・Towers over you - and makes you feel like a Hobbit at times, especially when you haven’t got heels on. 

・Calls you ‘sweetheart,’ ‘darling,’ ‘my heart.’But only when you’re alone.

・Being protected even when he isn’t there. Either there’s someone shadowing you so that no one will step out of line and hurt you, or socially everyone knows you’re Azriel’s, so no one starts anything with you. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Young and Beautiful by Joel Sunny

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Similar Personalities ↬ Morally Grey (Az) x Always Tries To Do The Right Thing (You) ↬ Would Die For Each Other

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Soulmates

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: He loves that you’re the mum friend. You’d become a member of the Inner Circle, and basically become everyones mum. High Lord Rhysand hasn’t eaten? EAT RIGHT NOW. I’LL MAKE YOU A SANDWHICH. Amren, the most fearsome person you’ve ever met? If you don’t drink that glass of water, you aren’t getting dessert! 

  He just loves how you aren’t afraid to fluff over people. And you know what? The whole Circle absolutely fcken loves it. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would be Feyre! I think she would love how much you care for others. The fact that you labelled yourself the mum of the group; she'd absolutely adore you.

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: From Nesta's book 'A Court of Silver Flames', I think you're most like Gwyneth Berdara! Not sure if you've read the book, so I'll do my best not to spoil it. But she's a very gentle-natured diplomatic young woman. She's so gentle and caring and would do absolutely anything for her friends. Like Elain ... but more badass....

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

It was by accident. Complete and total accident. You didn’t even know magical creatures could become domesticated! Let alone ... well, see for yourself:

The poor thing had a broken wing and you took pity on it. For weeks you had been visiting the creature, until Azriel followed you one morning and scared the living day lights out of you. 

   “I thought you had been seeing someone else-” He said with a sigh of relief.

”Ugh, nope. Just...” and then you stepped aside and showed Az the creature. 

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐸𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛! He would be the best match because you need someone who is emotionally mature and aware. You would get fed up with someone who is absentminded. Edward would remember everything about you. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Always stands up for you, and if you’re ever in a bad situation, he’s always the first person who will help you

・Likes when you hum, or turn the music up and dance. Your happiness is his happiness

・He would be so awkward around your family for a while. Especially if you had siblings. He would want to get as far away from you as possible - he doesn’t want to take you away from your family. But you want him in your life. And he’s just going to have to deal with that!

・His love language is quality time and acts of service. You always have a clean car, perfect tyres and the best stereo. He wants to give you the best of everything actually.

・His nicknames for you are variations of your name. But the way he says it is always different from anyone else who does. It’s like he says your name with so much love that you always melt.  𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Into My Arms by Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Edward) x Soft on the Outside x Soft on the Inside (You) ↬ Mum Energy (You) x Dad Energy (Edward) ↬ Forbidden Love 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Beauty and the Beast

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Edward loves that he doesn’t have to change himself for you. That you don’t want anything but him. Sometimes he can think he isn’t enough, but you remind him that he’s perfect the way he is. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Alice Cullen. I think you two would have a lot of fun together. She would take you to the best shops and want to pick out new clothes for you. You love hearing about the visions she’s having. 

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: I think you’re a mixture of Angela and Esme. You’re very kind-hearted and intelligent. You’d never leave anyone out, and people love being around you because of how attentive you are.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕:

Given to you when you were younger by your parents, this little kitty has been by your side for everything. Named after Betty Boop, she wasn’t so sure about Edward for a while. 

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛! He would absolutely love that you have such a big heart. He would find how much you care quite odd. And the fact that you show your love so openly - it astounds him. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Feels the most safe, and welcomed is when he’s with you. He honestly doesn’t feel comfortable unless you’re around

・Whenever you’re upset, he will get ready to literally kill that person. You’ve had to calm him down on multiple occassions because he was actually going to.

・His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. The latter is how he likes to receive love. 

・Will always bring you back gifts whenever he’s off travelling. Not that he travels often, but when it calls for it, he will bring you something special. 

・Likes when you braid his hair. He’ll wear it to bed and wake up with wavy hair. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

True North by Joseph Trapanese

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ “I love you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Aemond) ↬ Chaotic Dumbass (Aemind) x That’s My Chaotic Dumbass And I Love Him (You) ↬  𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: ↬ Only One Bed

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢: Your loyalty. That you always have something in your satchel that will help any situation. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑: Would definitely be Rhaenyra! She would take you out of your comfort zone, and give you the confidence that you sometimes lack. I think you’d also be like a big sister-mother figure, with your caring ways and gentle aura. 

𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: I think you’re a mix of Rhaenys II and Heleana. Both dreamy but alert and responsible.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕: You would be the rider of Dreamfyre, the she-dragon who had hatched during the reign of Aegon I, the Conquorer. She’s smaller than Caraxes but larger than Syrax. 

#match ups #pair ups #open #ships #personal ships

[highladyjane]

Loved your hubby's reaction to elriel! "Isnt it obvious?" 💀💀 So spot on even tho you tried to deflect! Did he read the potato and headache powder scene yet??

Hehe thank you! 😅

I wasn't really planning on posting a follow up or anything... He finished the potato scene 2 days ago and enjoyed it mostly because of how the IC taunted Amren 😆. He didn't have any remarkable reactions to the "potatoes" specifically, though he's still utterly convinced that there's something between Elain and Az. The bits and pieces I remember him saying about it was that "they probably hang out quietly in the garden and stuff", but that "they're both still tiptoeing around each other". Az especially, since he thinks "Az respects her and probably doesn't want to get in the midst of the Lucien-Elain-Graysen mess, but he seems the patient type. He's old." 🤣. So he's still very much rooting for them since "they seem to be the only ones who are immediately comfortable and at ease with each other, and that's how all realistic love stories start and last, just like ours" lol🥰 Sadly nothing about the connection to his mum either.

As of now, he only reads about 1-2 chapters a day, so he's currently a couple of chapters away from the headache powder scene (which is my favourite Elriel moment, so I'm really looking forward to his reaction to that too)... So he'll get there in the next couple of days 😊

I want his reactions to be as organic and honest as possible, so I don't really ask him about what he thinks about the pairings, which is why his reaction to Elain and Azriel really caught me off guard (literally as soon as I woke up with my brain and voice barely functioning nonetheless) especially since he didn't even pick up on Feysand until Feylin's wedding 😂 I try to keep myself as neutral as possible and sort of deflect everything until the end, so he even thought Feyre and Tamlin was going to get back together when Rhys died after the Cauldron because I've never confirmed they were endgame 😆😈 He's vastly improved on picking up on stuff since then though. So if he reacts or points out anything noteworthy, whether it be about Elriel or Elucien etc. I might do a follow-up post. If not, then 🤷🏻‍♀️

I do want his opinion after "the" Bonus Chapter though - especially if he gets there before the next book announcement 😆

#acofas #elriel #husband reacts to acotar

[moononastring]

imagine the reunion between lucien an his mom? there’s a meeting with all the high lords an beron is dead so Eris an his mother are at the meeting. once the meeting is over, LoA quietly asks feyre if Lucien will be attending, an feyre with a small understanding smile says yes he’ll be here soon. an LoA eyes widen an gives a genuine smile an her eyes begin to water. she says that she hasn’t spoken to him in decades an the last time she saw his was utm an she begins to brighten up, talk more genuinely at the memory of her beloved sun. helion can’t help but gaze at her. she tells the ic that Lucien has always been full of light an that she feels guilty for letting me fall on the wrong path, but the ic assures her that Lucien would never think that. soon after as the members of all the courts disperse across the room to mingle, Lucien comes in. His usual always in control demeanour is off, as his eyes hurriedly scan the room looking. He sees his mother standing by the window looking out. everyone is watching Lucien, slightly astounded by the fall of his usual clever casual an controlled face. he walks on over to his mother an taps her on the shoulder “hi mum, did you miss me?” he laughs an she cries an cries. they embrace so tightly an she sobs “my son my son my son” she touches her hand to his face, to his scar an he gives her one of this dazzling smiles an it feels as though the room has lit up. as though the sun has come out. everyone watches with smiles. Elain can’t help but gasp as the sun shines on her too. Lucien then offers his mother his arm “shall we catch up then? i have much to tell you about my travels” an she nods smiling, truly smiling with unmasked joy on her face. eris watches from afar with a slight smile on his face as well. they watch as Lucien an his mother walk towards the garden. an they talk, they laugh. they finally reunite. an her beloved sun has returned.

This is both so beautiful and sad to picture but I want it so bad 😭LoA and Lucien deserves all the happiness in world and all the time to in the world to make up for all the lost days. I hope we get it 🥹🫠

#lucien vanserra #lady of autumn #asks

[acourtof-stars]

Uncle Cassian saves the Night (Acotar shorts)

This is one of many shorts i will be posting. i will be writing all sorts of different shorts for both Acotar and Tog. :)

FIND ON A03

Nyx is having trouble sleeping and his uncle is able to save both Exausted parents.

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“Nyx, darling you must sleep” Feyre Hushed her crying son.  Both she and Rhys had been running back and forth into their sons room for the better part of the night. It had been a rough night. Usually, Nyx was a great sleeper but tonight he was just not having it. They had already read him three stories, gone Potty, and sung him multiple lullabies multiple times, And each time they would close his bedroom door he would start to cry.

Both Feyre and Rhys were Exhausted.

Rhys had suggested that he just Cry it out, But Feyre refused.

“we are not leaving our crying child to cry alone”  she hissed at him. Giving an apologetic shrug, Rhys dragged a hand through his hair.

“Nyx sweetheart lay down for Mummy” Feyre Begged, But He just shook his head. A Headache starting to set in She gave a sigh, Grabbed her two-year-old son, holding him in her arms.

The only thing she could think of to calm him was to walk him around.  she paced the entire room.  She had paced it about eight times before She tried to place him back in his crib.

TRIED, being the key word.

He barely hit the mattress before he started crying again.

“Ugh…. Nyx you really need to sleep, mummy and daddy need sleep as well”

So again, she picked up her son and didn't even bother pacing before going straight out the room and into the study.

Rhys was sitting at his desk when Feyre entered. practially asleep before nyx giggled “Daddy”

“Hello my son. What are you doing up terrorising your poor parents” Rhys Yawyned as Nyx walked over to his father. Picking him up Rhys bounced him on his lap. Feyre sitting down on the sofa.

“What should we do, he won’t sleep” She yawned.

"I don't know" Rhys admitted.

“Rough night?” came a voice from the doorway. Cassian stood there, watching Rhys, beaten and exhausted, bouning their son on his lap and Feyre, who had her face cupped in her hands in exaustion.

“Won’t sleep. We’ve been trying for Three hours but no luck” Feyre Groaned from the sofa.

“Sounds like his father, doesn’t want to miss anything” He chuckled, walking over, taking Nyx from his brothers lap.

“Uncle Cass!” Nyx laughed.

“What are you doing up my Illyrian warrior?”

“No sleep” He Yawned but still playing with the red siphons on his hands.

“Let me try” Cassian Offered His high lord and Lady.

“Oh… Cassian we couldn’t possibly” Feyre protested but Cassian shrugged and gave a large wolfish smile. “Nesta is with Gwyn and Emerie at their book club. I have nothing else to do, please. He is my nephew after all”

Behind his desk, Rhys thanked his brother Before Cassian left, Nyx in his arms.

"We're going to make this up to him" Feyre spoke from the couch.

"oh of course. " Rhys gave a sly smile. Feyre grabbed a throw-pillow and threw it at her mates face.

"i mean it. he didn't have to do that. he's our son-"

"and he's family" Rhys intergected. "Come, let's get to bed. we'll probably be up all too soon, Cassian pounding on our door when Nyx has a dirty diaper or shouting Nyx bit his finger" He laughed.

Feyre gave a light chuckle before they made their way to bed

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the sun shone when Feyre awoke, warmly in bed next to her mate. giving a large sigh she turned over to stroke her mates broad chest. stopping before her hand ever reached his chest that's when she noticed...... it's quiet.

flinging herself up from the bed, blanket and sheet's falling on the floor, Rhys gave a grunt.

Feyre was flinging herself into some clothes.

"What is it?" He said grogily from the bed.

"It's almost Nine and Nyx hasn't made a sound. when has he ever done that?" She said.

Cassian had put Nyx to bed. Everything had to be fine, Cassian loved that kid like his own. everything was ok, she reassured herself.

"Enjoy it" Rhys mumbled before turning over, falling back asleep.

"Prick" She hissed before she left the bedroom.

when she got to her sons room, she opened the door to have her heart flooded.

sitting in the rocking chair, covered in blankets was Cassian. on his chest laid Nyx, fast asleep.

And that was the moment Feyre Realised how lucky she was to have such a great and loving family.

#feyre x rhysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #a court of thorns and roses #cassian #azriel #nyx #sarah j maas #sjm books #ao3 fanfic

[theladyofbloodshed]

Hellooo!!

Not sure if you’re still taking prompts but I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for ages (if you’re not don’t worry!!)

Basically the IC are at the house of wind with a baby they found/baby sitting (nyx doesn’t exist… sorry to that man) and none of them have experience with looking after a baby because when would they of had? Anyway the baby is crying and being a right nightmare and no one knows how to deal with it, and then in comes Nesta who silently sorts the baby out, nappy, bottle, swaddle, everything and everyone is like wtf how do you know this??

And then the story continues with Nesta explaining that she looked after Elain and Feyre a lot when they were younger. Not sure how you would add this but Elain telling Feyre/ the IC a bit more about their mother and how Nesta took the blame/punishment for a lot of their wrongdoings and basically tried to shield them from their mum as much as she could as mama Archeron definitely didn’t win any “world best mum” mugs.

(But also maybe Azriel is away on a big top secret spy mission because i love your other prompts where babies love him because I mean who doesn’t)

I tweaked a few things so this is set around ACOWAR time in the town house and we unlock Nesta's tragic backstory.

It was definitely a baby. A small, winged Illyrian baby wrapped in a dirty blanket as if somebody had loved him, but that was juxtaposed by the way he’d been dumped on the side of a mountain. Cassian didn’t know how the hell he was even still alive. His faint cry had carried on the wind as he flew overhead. If the light had been dimmer, Cassian wouldn’t have caught a glimpse of him and then that baby would have perished by the dawn. It was early winter and the temperatures in Illyria dropped below freezing at night. 

The baby cried against his chest and Cassian could feel how cold he was. He did his best to bundle the baby close to his skin, hoping that his body heat would help as they flew. 

The flight to Velaris felt too long. Each pulse of his wings was a countdown. It was rare for a baby to be left to die even in Illyria. Females were given care until they were able to walk and feed themselves though unwanted males were given slightly better treatment. Children were generally left in war camps but babies were never abandoned. This was rare. And horrific.

‘We have a problem,’ Cassian announced as he arrived into the town house. 

The others were eating dinner. Azriel was away on a mission and Nesta had cloistered herself in her room where she preferred to eat as usual. 

‘What have you done now?’ Rhys drawled. 

‘Which court have you been banned from?’ Mor countered. 

Before Cassian had a chance to respond, the baby let out a weak cry against his chest. 

Elain blinked at him, eyes noticing the dark head of hair peeking out from the swaddling round his middle. ‘Congratulations?’

‘Not mine. Definitely not mine.’ 

No, he had not touched a female in a long time. The one he did want to touch avoided him at all costs.

His cries grew louder as Cassian tried to recount the story of flying over Windhaven and spotting a strange shape in the foothills of the mountains. He’d thought it was a small pack that somebody had dropped or maybe an animal. A baby had been unexpected. 

‘How cruel!’ Cassian moved to give the baby to Feyre but her expression of concern shifted to pure horror. ‘I’ve never held a baby. Don’t give him to me.’

Elain held up her hands. ‘Nor I. Sorry.’

He shifted on his feet but Mor said, ‘Do not give the baby to me because I’m female. I don’t have a clue. I’m not the maternal type.’

The only other options were Amren and Rhys. Amren would be more likely to eat the baby - and from her wicked grin, she knew Cassian had realised that. Rhys stood and gingerly held out his hands for him. The baby was red in the face, his cry hoarse. Rhys held him out at arm’s length so the blanket dropped away.

‘He stinks.’

‘Being dumped on a mountain will do that.’

None of them could settle him. The poor child had been passed around all of them except for Amren and nobody could stop his kicking legs or tired and feeble cry. His wings were damaged, perhaps from the birth, and they were twisted and small. That was likely the reason he had been unwanted. A male who couldn’t fly was utterly useless to Illyrians.

‘Should we get Madja?’

‘Beside his wings, he looks well enough,’ Rhys said over the screaming. ‘Perhaps a few months old.’

Feyre clamped her hands over her ears. ‘This doesn’t sound like fine, Rhys.’

‘Put it to sleep.’

‘He’s not an it,’ Cassian reminded Amren, juggling the baby on his hip. As often as the baby was passed around, he seemed to end up back in Cassian’s hands.

Elain slipped away claiming she’d return but she’d seen an exit and took it. Azriel was lucky he was off spying and not babysitting. Cassian would have taken a war over this.

Rhys had conjured a basket and a glass bottle but the baby had not wanted milk warm or cold. It had dribbled down his chin, making him cry harder the more times one of them stuffed the nib in his mouth. He lay in the basket, grizzling still with no sign of relenting. 

‘Put it back on that mountain, boy.’ Amren said eyeing the baby distaste. 

‘You’re a horrible creature.’

Amren grimaced, showing off her sharp teeth. ‘I’m not the one who ruined dinner.’

Surprisingly, Elain returned, colour high in her cheeks and behind her was her proud sister. Nesta bypassed them all and went straight into the kitchen where she boiled a kettle of water and turned the taps on in the sink. She dipped her fingers in the water once it was full and, satisfied, returned.

‘Give him to me.’

Nesta held out her hands as if receiving a package, utterly disinterested by the occasion. She drew him to her body, a hand cradling beneath him, another supporting his head and neck. Her face nuzzled close to his, shushing gently as she carried him through to the kitchen.

The baby’s blankets were stripped off – his feeble cry growing stronger – then his clothes. Nesta discarded them in a heap on the floor. The baby stopped crying for a moment. He was naked in her arms, blinking up at Nesta.

‘There, is that better?’

She eased him into the warm water drawn in the sink then dripped bubbles onto his bare body. None of them dared to even speak, not as Nesta murmured in a tone gentler than the one she used for Elain. The baby was enraptured by her. His brown eyes followed Nesta’s fingers as she trailed bubbles over his chest. His legs kicked – but this time it was not out of frustration.

Over her shoulder she said, voice still soft, ‘Did you not think to check if he was wet? He has a terrible rash now.’

A large pot of a cream was conjured by Rhys. Hesitantly, he edged forwards and pushed it onto the side beside Nesta.

They watched with awe as she bathed the boy, tilting him back to wash his hair and even raising a smile from him as she tickled him. There was a natural confidence in the way Nesta handled him. It was a different side of her; a side none would have known she had.

The boy was wrapped in a towel and tucked against her body, but Nesta not yet finished. She narrated every movement to him, explaining that she would make him a drink now and then they would cuddle together. She poured water from the kettle into the bottle. Feyre stepped closer.

‘He didn’t want milk.’

Nesta rolled her eyes. ‘Because he’s thirsty since he’s been crying for hours. You would be too. For goodness sake, his throat is red raw.’

A small hand reached out for the bottle as Nesta carried him through to the living room. She kissed the top of his head as if he were her own.

The rest followed, unable to break out of the trance of watching impenetrable Nesta as the doting carer.

‘They can drink water?’

Nesta shot Mor a disgruntled look. ‘Five hundred years old and not one of you know how to care of a child?’

‘How do you know how to do this?’ Feyre was equally as shocked as the rest of them by this newfound side of Nesta – though Elain stood with a knowing smile.

‘Do you think mother and father had time to kiss you goodnight with their busy social scene?’ There was a brittleness to her tone and her lips pursed.

‘Can you say how old he is, Nesta?’

She settled into a chair, cushioning his head with one of her breasts and tipping the bottle towards his mouth. The boy drank readily, one of his hands gripped the side of the bottle, the other held onto Nesta’s hand. The female herself blinked at them in disbelief. It was shameful really that in five centuries, none of them had ever experienced children or knew the first thing to do with them. Nesta didn’t seem to mind that he was naked except for the towel or that he was a runtish Illyrian.

‘He’s on the small side, but I’d wager around five months – if faerie babes are similar to mortals.’

‘How do you know?’ Rhys pushed.

‘He can sit upright, he can reach for things, hold them, move his head independently. These small noises are attempts at speech. I’d wager if I set him on the floor, he’d be able to roll over or would attempt to crawl.’

For once, Rhys was dumbstruck. He reached out for Feyre and pulled her close, still staring at Nesta as if she were a witch.

The baby himself was growing sleepier. She prised the bottle from his lips. Although his eyes opened again, Nesta rocked him gently against her body. A thumb smoothed his brow then his lids drooped closed again. She applied the cream to the folds of his thighs that were red and spotty from laying in his own urine for hours.

In the safety and warmth of Nesta’s embrace, the child fell asleep. Long black lashes swept down his cheek.

Cassian remained in the doorway even as the others shuffled away to give them both peace. Nesta gazed down at the baby, face thoughtful. It was a glimpse into an impossible future. The very thought made Cassian’s heart pound. A war was coming. Nesta and he rarely exchanged more than barbed words, but seeing her here, maternal and soft stirred a deep longing in Cassian’s chest. It was a hope - a dangerous, fragile hope. Nesta was a natural. She hadn’t balked at the sight of his wings or manoeuvred awkwardly around them. She'd embraced an Illyrian child fully.

It made his throat thick to reflect upon his own beginnings and to imagine a mother who had perhaps cherished him as Nesta did this boy. Had it been that way for him? If he was unwanted, did his mother take him into her arms and soothe him? Or could she not wait to be rid of him as soon as he could take care of himself?

‘Cass,’ whispered Mor, beckoning him to leave his stalwart post observing Nesta.

Reluctantly, he did. The others had gathered back in the kitchen, finishing off a cold dinner. Amren swirled her glass of blood, sipping occasionally.  

‘Since when was Nesta good with children? I thought she’d be more inclined to scare them.’

Rhys snorted at Mor’s comment. Feyre could give no answer; it seemed her sister’s talent with children was a surprise to her too.

Elain’s cheeks pinked as she prepared to speak. ‘We had a servant called Flora. I don’t know if you remember her, Feyre, you were barely walking. Nesta loved her so much. The other servants would feed us or bathe us, but they didn’t care for us like Flora. Flora would always cuddle Nesta and her face would light up when she saw Flora coming down the garden path in the mornings. I suppose she was like a grandmother for Nesta, filling her head with stories and playing games in between her lessons. She was very old.’

‘Your parents?’ Rhys asked.

Elain blushed harder. ‘It is different for mortals – especially in high society. Our parents built social links. They weren’t openly loving. We didn’t lack for money or prospects. Nesta had expensive tutors and spoke languages from the continent fluently. She’s very well educated - even as a child she excelled at her learning. She was able to recite poems, play instruments, sing sweetly, even perform calculations in her mind. I was given more freedom, able to play more. But Flora would always make time for Nesta. I was jealous whenever Flora scooped Nesta up and showered her with kisses. I think perhaps Flora felt sorry that Nesta wasn’t allowed to be a child.’

‘But grandmamma also lived with us and Nesta chose a servant over her?’ Feyre asked, leaning against Rhys. It did seem at odds with the Nesta they knew.

‘She was not kind to Nesta.’

‘What?’ Cassian said, pulse throbbing in his ear.

Elain shrunk in her chair. Even Feyre’s brows had drawn together at this knowledge.

‘She taught Nesta to dance. She was always so kind to us.’

‘Yes, to us,’ Elain agreed. ‘Nesta would have bruises on her legs, her palms would be red where grandmamma had struck her with her stick. She was very nasty to Nesta. The scar on her thumb is from grandmamma.'

'But mother and father? Nesta was only seven when grandmamma died.'

This was not information that should be bandied around to all of them. They knew Nesta was private, knew she wouldn’t want them all to know such a thing – and yet none of them could stop listening to Elain and Feyre.

‘I think the same was done to mother – that’s why she was so cold, that’s why she did not intervene. And Nesta, as the eldest, had to be the most advantageous match for a high-ranking husband. She was forged to be the perfect bride.’

Cassian could have wept. He understood so much of Nesta now, like a puzzle fitting together finally. They had all judged her harshly for her cold exterior, but so much of that was a defence. So much of it had been built to withstand an abusive household.

‘I was always jealous that Nesta spent so much time with mother and grandmamma,’ Feyre admitted.

Elain nodded in understanding. ‘It was Flora who’d wipe Nesta’s tears and cuddle her. When mother and father hosted parties, Flora would have all the children with her upstairs. She’d call Nesta her little helper because she’d hold babies, play with the little ones – games that Flora had taught her – and read stories to them. She used to whisper stories to me in bed when we were supposed to sleep. Some of them, I think Nesta made up on the spot.’

‘What happened to Flora?’

‘It was very sad. She stumbled at home and hit her head. Bled out. Nesta was distraught. It was the only time I remember mother trying to soothe her. She wasn’t the same after that. She didn’t cry when grandmamma died or mother. Each year, Nesta grew harder, felt less. But she did always love to spend time with children and had the same patience as Flora until mother decided she was ready to attend their social functions.’

It was the most that Cassian had ever heard Elain speak. Each sentence was worse than the last. It peeled off parts of Nesta’s armour but it exposed the raw or scarred skin beneath. A mother and father who hadn’t protected their child from a wicked grandmother. A servant who’d truly loved her, cruelly snatched away by death. A legacy forced onto a girl’s shoulders. It was no wonder that Nesta had hardened herself; it was a mechanism to survive.

‘How old was she when your parents decided she was ready for society?’

Elain blushed harder now, unable to look at anybody. ‘She bled early. At eleven. Nesta was taller than those who were older than her – she looked far older than eleven, behaved that way too. Our mother was thirteen when she married. Fifteen when she had Nesta. It’s not uncommon.’

The justifications meant nothing. Mortals did things differently, but fifteen was far too young. Eleven was downright foul. It made Cassian sick. From the disgusted looks on Rhys and Mor’s faces, they shared his view.

‘If you have quite finished discussing me,’ Nesta said, standing in the doorway, face pale, ‘I should like to know your intentions with the boy.’

He was still asleep in her arms, swaddled expertly. Cassian couldn’t decipher the expression on Nesta’s beautiful face. There was betrayal, yes, that Elain had revealed these things as if Nesta was ashamed of them. She had only been a child with no control over an upbringing.

They were guilty of ceasing their compassion where Nesta was concerned, taking her hostile nature as an attack rather than a defence. They had judged her too harshly rather than trying to understand.

Rhys stood, appraising Nesta in a different light, seeing the goodness that she had locked away – the goodness that she had decided the world didn’t deserve for what it did to her. ‘Could you have him tonight? There is an orphanage here in Velaris. He will be well cared for.’

Nesta’s grey eyes combed over the slumbering baby. ‘Fine.’

#starts off soft then goes angsty #tw for abusive households #nesta archeron #nesta the supernanny

[cordeliaandnestastan]

Guys im doimg an acotar re read (while i wait for my chain of thorns copy lmao) and wow it makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE seeing it through the lens of a beauty and the beast retelling AND knowing whats happening.

Also weird thinking Lucien was gonna be with Nesta. I forgot how SASSY and RUTHLESS this mans was wow

Also cant stop thinking abt the fan theory that the archeron mum was meant to make nesta promise to keep them all safe and that the request wasnt meant for feyre. I stand by it. But wow it would be a totally different story.

#acotar reread #acotar #tamlin #lucien vanserra #nesta

[addicted-to-nothing]

I had a thought which may be offensive idk but I feel like a lot of people who hate Lucien and specifically for staying with Tamlin in ACOMAF, don't know what it's like to grow up with parents in an abusive relationship, where you were also abused by the same abuser as your parent, and they stayed.

People joke about daddy/mommy issues from kids growing up abused but growing up in that environment fundamentally changes your views on relationships forever. I think people focus on the abuse Lucien received which yeah was horrendous but he also had to grow up watching his mum be treated EXACTLY like how Tamlin treated Feyre and he probably just assumes that's how it is. His mum was Lady of the Court and that meant she deferred to her High Lord. Good or bad, that was her role.

Plus we know canonically most relationships of the high lords or other high "nobles" tend to be abusive/not healthy to certain amounts. Even mated pairs face this. Rhys and Tamlin's parents were both in horrible relationships based on the bits we learn in canon.

So Lucien, a young man who grew up in the world's most fucked up family hunger games, being complicit/not interfering to his friend's abuse makes sense. He doesn't know anything else. His one true love (up to that point) was murdered in front of his eyes while he was forced to watch by the same man who's been abusing his mum all his life.

He doesn't know

And that's fine. Because he learns. And that's what's important. He sees that there's another way. That love doesn't come with a death sentence and a slap if you do something wrong.

And I think that's the truest character development he could have had. I can't wait to see his further growth

#plus everyone assumed rhys was an evil dick #that didnt really help the whole kidnapping story #pro lucien vanserra #lucien #acotar #me #text post

[minimoefoe]

thoughts while/after reading a court of wings and ruin for the first time

I sped through this book so I didn't really write much down as I was reading so these are thoughts after I read the first half and then once I finished the rest

first half, chapters 1-32

italics is stuff I've added after finishing the book

I love lucien so much I feel bad that feyre was using him for her schemes but also I love her liike she's so sneaky. even if it didn't work out as planned

'he's a different breed' made me laugh

so a faerie's mate being a human is a thing? that's weird/interesting/idk

ianthe die challenge (I won)

I was wondering why tf feyre's power was so low bc she's supposed to be strong as fuck. I was like um ?

lucien and feyre leaving together!! I kinda knew it was gonna happen bc in the recap vid of mist and fury that i watched she was like 'lucien would get on well with rhys' group wink wink' but also like, it was obvious anyways - elain is his mate, lucien has clearly been a bit iffy about the way tamlin has done things

made me sad that feyre wasn't just straight up like yeah lucien you should come with me like I get it but also :(

lucien and feyre travelling together for a bit was cool I love their dynamic a lot

lucien and nesta's first dinner with everyone is my fave like both of them slowly realising that the vibes are fun and being kinda surprised

amren being stuck teaching nesta is funny, I feel like they're a good duo

are we gonna get an eris is actually a good guy story bc I am here for it idk, I'm very intrigued

so everyone knows that cassian and nesta are mates right they just for whatever reason won't just say it? or is this vibe purely bc he broke his promise or whatever? surely not

azriel being all soft with elain is so cute wait. but also her and lucien would be cute too and idk UGH

nesta and elain had the potential to really irritate me but they haven't been too bad actually. I'm intrigued by whatever is going on with nesta. elain being a seer is a bit less fun bc that's not massively my vibe but it's fine. also I feel like the second she starting being cryptic like she was having visions it was kinda obvious she was some kind of psychic

it's almost comical how non-evil rhys is like wdym he has a library for abused women like okay sarah we get it he's actually very nice under that bad boy exterior

current ranking? lucien > amren > rhys > azriel > cassian > feyre > mor > nesta > elain

second half, chapter 33-end

I teared up way too many times and lowkey can't remember them all but this some - feyre being like that's why luciens mum loves him so much, them all holding hands before the final battle, the bone carver looking at freyre before dying, tamlin telling feyre to be happy, amren leaving

I wish lucien wasn't gone for like half the book

very mixed feelings about tamlin like fuck him fr he's clearly got Issues but also him being there to help and help bring rhys back was very sweet

and also I feel bad for tamlin but I struggle to feel THAT bad in terms of like am I supposed to care that feyre ruined the trust he had with his ppl bc I don't. also he was so twatty during the meeting like omg how embarrassing

kinda need to know more about eris idk like am I supposed to like him or not I still don't really know

tbh I thought lucien was just more tan than his brothers bc the spring court gets a bit more sun than the autumn one 😭

I was worried that all the battling going on in the book would bore the shit out of me but for the most part I was really into it

what is the deal with lucien, elain and azriel like is elain gonna say fuck the bond and get with az? I could be swayed to root for either one of them tbh. azriel seems to be better for her so far tho, like he knows how to be there for her

I stg after the last book I was like damn where are the gay ppl and this book was like HERE are the gay ppl. not that this is like rep central but yknow

kinda don't know how I feel about mor not telling at least azriel idk bc part of me is like if you just tell him and be open I'm sure it'll be a bit awkward (especailly since you waited 500 years to do it instead of telling him ages ago) at first but in the long run it'll be way better and maybe he'll even understand why it was hard for her to tell him. and also everyone else would obvs be supportive of her. but also maybe az is the weird one for not just getting the hint and leaving her alone like if it was gonna happen by now it would have happened and the fact he's soooo protective of her still, in a way that shows how he truly feels, is like okay bro maybe leave her alone

new ranking? rhys > lucien > azriel > cassian > feyre > mor > nesta > elain? idfk

there was a lot of names to remember and idk I defo got most of them down but some of them I'm like idk who you are I'm gonna be real. and miryam etc, I'm still not 100% clear on their story but honeslty it's fine, I understood it enough to not get too confused. I'll pay more attention if/when I reread

low-key feel like either rhys or amren (preferably amren) stayed gone like idk, both of them leaving/dying only to be brought back kinda takes something out of it I want STAKES sarah kill someone

#reading thoughts #a court of wings and ruin #acowar #i didnt mean to post this but anyways #edits may be made

[ratabrasileira]

you know what would be cool?

if in the scene where nesta saved feyre and baby nyx, she remembered of helping feyre with a wounded knee when both were children.

if it showed nesta treating feyre as a young sister that she's.

#I'm silly for sisters relationship #maybe bc i love my sis so much #and I can't say it lol #nesta i get u girl #feyre is all mum #i want her being silly lil sister 😭 #nesta #feyre #acosf #nesta archeron #feyre archeron