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elentiyawhitethorn · 3 years

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Modern au where feyre and Rhys are roommates and she accidentally kisses him

I Do Bad Things with You

Smut//2486 words

“Gods, do you ever shut up?” Feyre snapped.

Not that she was actually angry. She pissed at herself if anything, for being so fucking wet for her piece-of-shit roommate, even when he was being annoying.

Rhys just smirked. “I was only saying-”

“That maybe next time I should come home earlier so I don’t interrupt your beauty sleep with my loud stomping,” cut in Feyre.

When Rhys had seen her miniskirt and red lipstick, he knew exactly where she was headed. And he had preceded to comment on how loud she had been last time she’d returned from hooking up with some guy - Isaac maybe? - when she had apparently very noisily awoken him in the early hours of the morning.

Rhys winced. “I was only suggesting you try to be a bit more mindful of your surroundings-”

Feyre interrupted once more. “Mindful of my surroundings? Like all the times you’ve brought home some girl and made her scream in the room literally right across from mine? Do you know how hard it is to get to sleep with earbuds in at the loudest volume so you don’t have to hear your annoying roommate fucking some random chick?”

Rhys didn’t even have to decency to look embarrassed. He just smirked that smug smirk of his and said, “They certainly seem to enjoy it, don’t they?”

“Good lord,” Feyre muttered. Though while she may fake irritation, something tight coiled in her gut. Thinking back on the noises those women made, they did seem to enjoy it. And Feyre couldn’t stop herself from wondering what kind of noises Rhys could draw out of her.

Rhys and Feyre had moved in together totally by accident. Feyre’s best friend Mor had set up this whole situation just to bother her, probably, being Rhys’ cousin. She had thought they could become friends at first, and when he had turned out to be a smirky, egotistical jerk, avoiding him had seemed the better option. But Rhys was always there; helping Feyre with random shit, flirting, bothering her when she told him to piss off, flirting some more...

And now he somehow had the nerve to point out his skills in the bedroom right after criticizing Feyre’s ability to walk without sounding like Bigfoot.

“How about this?” Feyre started. “I’ll remember to tiptoe when I come home. You stop bringing ladies who don’t know how to be quiet into our apartment. And we end this conversation becasue I am really not in the mood right now.”

Rhys sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if you also promise to stop being so rude. I’ve only ever been nice to you, Feyre.”

If anyone else had said something like that, Feyre would have felt like shit. She never meant to hurt anyone’s feelings (unless they really deserved it). But from the mischievous twinkle in Rhys’ eyes, she knew he was just trying to provoke her. Bastard.

“Go fuck yourself,” Feyre said flatly, and took a step toward the door. Past Rhys.

And, of course, she tripped over the edge of the rug. Because nothing in this fucking apartment could be easy. Not with him.

Feyre slammed into Rhys with a shriek, and they both hit the ground. Rhys had cushioned Feyre’s fall, so she wasn’t hurt or anything. Not that that’s what she thinking about right now. Not when she fell so hard her face slammed into him. Her lips.

Feyre was kissing Rhysand. And even though she’d imagined this far too many times before, she could not enjoy it. One, because their faces being violently slammed together wasn’t exactly pleasurable. And two, because she was freaked out.

She jolted up into a sitting position. On Rhys. Oh lord, was Feyre really straddling Rhysand Night in the middle of the kitchen floor?

When they’d fallen, limbs had gone flying. It wasn’t just their lips that had accidentally touched. Rhys’ hands were under the bottom of Feyre’s skirt. On her bare ass. And she was literally sitting on his dick.

“Um, sorry,” Feyre squeaked. Her face was definitely bright red. And her ears. And her neck. Any yet, for some incomprehensible reason, she wasn’t scrambling off of him. She was just sitting on him, with her hands on his chest, paralyzed.

Rhys also seemed to be paralyzed, because his hands were not moving from her ass cheeks. For the first time since Feyre had met him, he actually looked flustered. He was also blushing, and there was a shocked expression on his features.

“You’re fine,” he croaked in reply.

Feyre brain finally started functioning. “Oh gods, I should-”

She stopped speaking and pulled her hands away from Rhys’ chest. He yanked his hands out of her skirt. Just when Feyre was about to slide off of him, however, she felt something. Underneath her.

Rhys was getting hard.

From the panicked look on his face, Feyre knew he realized what she had felt. “Shit, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re fine,” Feyre said, repeating his earlier words. Her voice was strangely calm, indifferent even to her own ears. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them, but Feyre felt no regret. Only lust coursed through her mind right now.

Rhys blinked. “What?”

“Well I have really wanted you to fuck me for a while, and this whole situation is turning me on, but since that could be nothing and I could end up doing something that makes you uncomfortable, I’m asking. Do you want to have sex with me?” The words were so matter-of-fact. This is it, Feyre realized. This is the breaking point. I’ve finally reached insanity.

That blood-heating smirk found its way back to Rhys’ face, and she knew exactly what his answer was. “How long exactly is a while, darling?”

Feyre placed her hands on Rhys’ chest once more. “Too fucking long.”

He put his hands on her hips, keeping Feyre steady as she started to grind against his erection, needing pressure on that one spot.

“You’re a piece of shit, Rhysand. You know that? You smirk at me and you walk around shirtless all the time like there isn’t a horny girl sharing your apartment and you bring home all those girls like you want me like hear. Like you want me to know what you can do to me. It drives me crazy.” Feyre punctuated this little speech with a relatively hard roll of her hips, making Rhys let out a small groan.

“Of course I was doing it for you,” he murmured. “I wanted you to know what I had to offer.”

“You’re such a dick,” Feyre replied, reaching for the buttons of her blouse, hurriedly undoing them.

Once Feyre slung her shirt into the ground, Rhys flipped them. It was so fast, Feyre had no chance to protest (not that she would have), and in a split second, Rhys had her pinned to the floor.

“Surely I’m not the only one here in the business of teasing the other?” Rhys breathed in her ear, his hands tracing patterns on her thighs. “You strut around in those little skirts even when you’re not going out. You think I’ve never had to resist the urge to slam you against the wall?”

Feyre sighed as Rhys started trailing his lips along her neck. “Hmm, maybe we should, oh, um, we’re still on the floor, Rhys.” She didn’t know if what she said was even comprehensible to him, it was so muddled.

Rhys frowned against her neck. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Archeron?”

Feyre frowned as well. “My definition of adventure happens to be different than yours, that’s all. I typically don’t enjoy having sex on a rug that neither of us have vacuumed for a really long time.”

Rhys let out an exaggerated sigh and stood, bringing Feyre with him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, marveling in how easy that had been for him. Of course, she’d noticed how ripped he was. How many hours he spent at the gym. She always noticed.

Feyre slung her arms around his neck. Rhys pulled Feyre’s face back to him as he started walking toward the hall. His lips crushed into hers, and she started grinding against him once more as his tongue parted her lips. The man certainly knew how to multitask.

They reached a room - Feyre’s - and Rhys carefully set her down on the bed. He flipped the lamp on and surveyed the scene in front of him: Feyre in a miniskirt and a barely-there bra, sprawled across the sheets, with her hair fanning across her shoulders.

“Take your clothes off.”

As much as Feyre wanted to do as he said, as much as she wanted to obey, she wasn’t just backing down. Rhys was a pain in the ass and he needed a serious ego check.

“Don’t you want the pleasure?” She asked twirling a strand of hair in her fingers and sliding her tongue across her lips, wetting them.

Rhys frowned. “Take off your clothes.” He only repeated what he’d just said, but there was no room for argument.

Feyre’s breath caught, and she just couldn’t stop herself anymore. She unclasped the bra, then slid out of her skirt. Her panties came next. She tried to move slowly, wanting to tease him, but it was so hard to be patient. The whole process, Rhys just watched, tracing her curves with his eyes.

“Good girl,” he muttered once she finished, and Feyre felt a fire light inside of her. She pressed her thighs together, a pathetic attempt at quenching the ache.

Rhys noted the movement with a twitch of his lips. Then he got on his knees.

Feyre barely suppressed a gasp as Rhys grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He pressed a gentle, teasing kiss against her thigh, and Feyre spread her legs as far as she could.

She was on her elbows, watching him lick a trail up her thigh, still not going where she needed, and Rhys was holding her gaze the entire time.

A smirk was the only warning she got before Rhys dipped his head into her center. Just when Feyre was thinking Rhys had given in, all she got was a light kiss to her clit, the most pleasurable and frustrating sensation she had ever experienced. It was enough to drive her insane.

“Rhys,” Feyre urged, “do something.”

“Do what? This?” Rhys asked, licking a stripe up her center.

Feyre moaned. “Yes,” she breathed.

“And how about this?” Rhys flicked her clit with his forefinger, making Feyre cry out.

“More,” was all she could gasp, fingers clenching around the sheets.

Rhys’ wicked mouth started moving, tasting her, eating her alive. His tongue slid inside of her and Feyre groaned loudly, falling back against the sheets. Her eyes closed and she cried out in ecstasy as a finger entered her, then another.

“Rhys, Rhys, Rhys, gods,” Feyre cried out.

He spoke up, his breath caressing her folds. “Do you like that, darling?”

“Please,” she murmured. “Please make me come.”

“You behave so well,” Rhys commented, rubbing her clit slowly. “I wonder who taught you how to use such good manners.”

Feyre whimpered. A nearly incomprehensible string of pleases kept falling from her mouth, along with curses and cries of his name.

Rhys started pumping his fingers hard, sucking on her clit. He curved his fingers just so and let his tongue dart out and taste her once more, and everything shattered.

Feyre screamed, clenching her thighs together around Rhys’ head. He didn’t seem to mind; he just kept licking and sucking and thrusting his fingers inside of her, working Feyre through her orgasm.

Once the room stopped shaking and Feyre could see clearly again, she noticed Rhys pulling his clothing off until he was bare before her. She regained enough movement to reach for his cock as he crawled on the bed, wanting to taste him like he had tasted her, but he gently swatted her hand away.

“There’s plenty of time for that later, darling,” Rhys purred, settling over her pinning her arms to the bed.

But Feyre wasn’t giving up. She hooked a leg around his waist and used her momentum to roll them over, so that she was on top.

Rhys grinned, surprised but pleased to let this play out. Feyre kissed his neck, enjoying the contented sigh that came from his mouth. She started moving her mouth up, kissing and licking as she went.

She reached his jawline and made her way to his mouth. Unable to resist, she nipped his lower lip. Rhys growled at her and tightened his grip on her hips, but he didn’t reprimand her further.

Feyre moaned as she felt his cock press against her folds and she scrambled off of him, reaching in her nightstand drawer to grab a condom. Turning back to Rhys, she expertly rolled the condom on his length while he tweaked her nipple, making her usually-steady fingers fumble.

Feyre climbed back on top and lifted her hips over Rhys’ cock. He steadied her with his hands on her waist, murmuring a “good girl” as she lowered herself. They both sighed in pleasure as Feyre slowly sunk down all the way, fully sitting on him now.

Rhys let out a groan as Feyre started to rock her hips, adjusting to his size. She rested her hands on his chest and started moving more, really riding him now.

“You look so hot bouncing on my cock,” Rhys praised, slamming his hips up into hers.

Feyre moaned loudly, digging her nails into his skin. She tried to move faster, harder, seeking another orgasm, desperate for release.

Rhys flipped them, not stopping the movements of his hips. He thrusted harder, fully in control now. Feyre was moaning nonstop, propably leaving small scratches all over his back. Rhys seemed to relish in the sensation, thrusting harder.

She moved one hand between their bodies, circling her own clit. Feyre moaned and pressed harder, craving release.

One more thrust from Rhys had Feyre tumbling off that cliff, groaning as she went. Her whole body shook, and Rhys kept going.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so good. I’m almost there.” Feyre’s orgasm was drawn out even further at the sound of Rhys’ commending tone, loving the sound of him taking to her.

Feyre felt Rhys’ cock twitch as he found his own release, sighing against her shoulder. He withdrew from Feyre’s entrance and sat back. She was barely conscious as Rhys took care of the condom and walked back over to her.

Rhys leaned down resting his lips against her ear. “I hope you sleep well, darling,” he whispered with that smug tone of his.

And then Feyre drifted off to sleep, hardly registering the sound of Rhys padding out of her room.

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aster-ria · 6 years

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Heirs of Prythian Profile

Name: Arianna "Ari" Archeron Vanserra

Age: (600 years a.A.) 498

Birthday: 21. October 102 NAP (New Age of Prythian)

Epithets/Nicknames:

Bonebreaker

Wing-Slayer

Illyrian's Nightmare

Blackhole

Little Night (by family)

Positions/Titles:

Princess of Night

Princess of Autumn

Future High Lady of the Autumn Court

Magical Abilities:

Winnowing

Glamouring

Healing

Deamenti Power

Magic of all Courts (Same as Feyre's)

Family:

Rhysand and Feyre (Parents)

Artemas and Asteria (Big Brother and little Sister)

Nesta, Elain, Leda, Morrigan and Amren (Aunts)

Cassian, Lucien, Azriel and Varian (Uncles)

Hemera, Helena, Aurelia, Callista, Felicia, Cadan, Cleon, Echo, Morena, Morpheus and Pluton (Cousins)

Eris, Berna, Ares, Garnet, Laverna, Jaicen (In-laws)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Romances:

A lot of Lovers

A lot of One-Night-Stands

Rubin E. Vanserra (Mate/Husband)

Best friends: Echo, Aurelia, Laelia, Imogen

Squads:

Future Autumn Court's Inner Circle

Night-Archeron Cousins

Ari-Echo-Aura Trio

Holy Night Guards

Hobbies: Sparing/Training, Going out/Partying, Flying

Three Characteristics to describe them:

Confident, Hardworking, Wild

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Aesthetics: 1 & 2 & 3 & 4

Additions: Arubin/Rubianna

So how do I start with my little whirlwind. ... I don't want to start with her like I started with Art. ... Let's see....

You could call Arianna the unofficial child of Nesta and Cassian, because she is personality wise a lot like a cross between them. Like Nesta, Ari acts and is a total Queen. She is "hard" on the outside, hiding her softer side behind a mask. And like Cassian, she is loud, inappropriately joking and teasing and is good at fighting.

Arianna loves attention and being in the spotlight. She loves being better than everyone else. It makes her feel really good about herself. And since Ari is very confident and slightly narcissistic, all of this fuels her huge Ego. She likes to brag, to show everybody how good she is and how much better she is than everybody else. But she also works really hard to be better than everyone else. And she is also very competitive and lives for winning. She will also never give up until she can do something perfectly. But she also doesn't care about the opinion of others, she herself just needs to know that she is better.

And she really doesn't care what people think about her. She did care when she was young, she wanted everybody to love her and fawn over her, and applaud and compliment her. Which was never that hard to get, since she was - at that point - the only princess of Night. And everybody spoiled her for it. But in the Illyrian training camps, she learned the hard way that not everbody will spoil her. So she toughend up and learned that the opinions of others didn't matter.

Which is a good thing because Ari has two major reputations. Both don't really put her in good lights.

The first one is, that she is infamously called - behind closed doors and in hushed tones - "The Slut of Velaris/the Night Court". She doesn't like the name, but she doesn't give a flying fuck about what other people think about her or her (former) sex life. It's her life and she doesn't have to do anything for anyone. So yes before she has accepted her Mating bond with Rubin and married him, she hooked up a lot, had a lot of One Night Stands and had a lot of Lovers. She wasn't in a relationship with anyone because she liked her freedom. And having sex with a lot of different people, was fun for her and she liked it. A rumor is that she slept with half of the training camp she was training at. But this rumor is false, she only slept with one fourth of the Camp, because most of them where total assholes or she wasn't really interested.

If Ari found someone sexually attractive and that someone was not a complete douche, there was a good chance that she would have hooked up with you. Neither the Gender nor the race of that someone mattered. Ari doesn't care about these silly notions. And if the sex was great, Ari would have seeked out that someone more often after that.

The second one is that she is a hot- and Short-tempered female, that is violent and only understands fighting und brutality. Also that only violence and hearing someone scream will delight her. People especially of the courts and Hewn city think of her as a impulsive and aggressive female, that knows nothing about and is to simple minded for politics. However most of this false, because that is what Ari wants people to think about her. It is her mask to hid herself behind (which she copied to a degree from her older brother Artemas. But this is also the reason why they (Asteria included) are called "The Masked Graces" in insider circles (a.k.a. Family and friends), because Art-Ari-Asta like to hide their true selfs to let people underestimate them and think that they can play them easily, and be shocked when they realized how much they just fucked up.). She likes when people let her guard down around her.

But in reality Arianna is kind and polite to people around her, she is very open-minded and really patient. Someone could insult her to her face for hours and she will not pay attention to them. But if you insult or disrespect some else especially her loved ones or someone undeserving of that treatment, oh boy you can say good bye to your unbroken bones and your ability to walk for the next few months, because Ari will break you, oh she will break you hard and painfully. She will not kill (probably, it depends), since she isn't an outright killer outside of wars. But still you would have fucked up so bad. Ari will be respectful, open-minded, nice and polite to everyone, as long as nobody disrespect or insult her first. She will not go off on them, but she will be rude, crude and sometimes insulting to them.

She also doesn't like to be unnecessarily ordered around. There are situations were she can recognize that the orders are important and nothing against her personally or not to order her around, because someone sees themself above her (like in an important situation where other people know more than her or in wars). But otherwise orders are not something she tolerates, especially when they come from some douchebag/ass or some who looks down on her. Than her reaction is pretty similar to when some insults someone she loves or someone who doesn't deserve the insults. But in this situation she will intimidate them first and make them either cry or pee themselves, regret making that comment. And than it depends on their response, she will either break some of their bones or let them go with a warning.

Fun story: Once on a Family-Visit to Hewn City, after the Feysand Family made a badass entrance and took positions in their Thrones. Keir started to fill them in, but after a while Keir hinted to Rhys in a very obviously manner that it would a good idea to marry off the princesses (Ari was 100 and Asta was 39), since both are off age now. Both Feyre and Rhys were shocked and disgusted about that, but before they could reprime him. Ari had already shoot out of her throne and started to beat up Keir and break half of his bones. It was a brutal sight. (and Art was so proud and according to him, that event in a whole was the most entertaining thing that happened that year) After that she winnowed with Keir to the peak of Hewn City and throw him down. After Keir hit the ground, he was slowly losing concussions, but Ari was keeping him awake with her deameti powers while she picked him up and winnowed back into the throne room. She throw him into the ground, took her place on her throne and ordered that he will heal naturally without any magical help and that nobody will ever again adresse that topic again or they will receive the same treatment. Of course everybody was looking speechlessly at Rhys and they were hoping he would reprime his unruly daughter and punish her for that. But Rhys only lifted a bored groomed eyebrow and asked them if they were deaf, because they just clearly got an order. And so Ari solved the whole arranged marriage situation for her and Asta.

Ari loves fighting, training and sparing. And she does these things almost daily. She usually trains two times a day. Ari is buff. Not at a first glance, but she has a six-pack and is seriously muscled. She loves exercising and working off her energy. She really loves physical excising.

Because of that, the Illyrian training camp was partly a blast for her, especially after she came to turn with her not being coddled and spoiled anymore. And since Ari is competitive by nature, she worked very hard to be recognized as a real opponent and thread. And she eventually ended up being just that. She was also very competitive with Echo about being the Best, but Echo beat her everytime. The closest Ari ever came to victory against Echo were draws in the beginning, but Echo just got better and better than Ari. Ari got better and better too, but it never was enough. And now Ari rarely will get a draw. Ari still is one of the best Fighter in both the Night and Autumn Court. And she is truly feared by everyone for that.

Yes, Ari and Echo did partake in the Bloodrite. They started both on different locations and first thing they did was search for each other. And after defeating a lot of opponents while searching for the other, they found each other. Then after that they started to act out their plan. Which was to the defeat as many other Illyrians as possible in 10 Days. Whoever has defeated more, will be finishing the bloodrite first. And after 4 days they decided to not give a fuck about being faster than their fathers and to give a fuck about beating almost all of the participants of the bloodrite. And they successfully completed the bloodrite one week longer than Rhys, Cass and Az, but they have beaten up 86% of the 86% of all the Illyrians they encountered. So they set up a new record.

"Fun" story:

Originally from here and edited

From here ...

Ari is the only child of feysand who actually likes fighting and had gone through the training camps very successfully, like one of the best. She loves physical fighting more than magical fights. Both her older brother Artemas, who in the beginning disliked close-combat and later avoided it like a plague, ended his training just barely within the standards and later never really did anything to anger the other Illyrians and they were also very afraid of him, and her little sister Asteria, who never sat a foot in the camps longer than she needed to and was trained together with Cleon by Ari, Cass, Cad, and whoever had free time at the moment at home, couldn't be the target of the old-traditional Illyrians who wanted a bit power back over both the females, because they rose to higher ranks faster and faster, and over the High Lord and High Lady and with that the ruling family. And with that Ari was one of their greatest fears because 1. She is an almost unbeatable female (Ari is only beaten by Cass sometimes, both Art's future General Commander Marcella and Commander Nikos and her best friend Echo) and 2. She is the daughter of the High Lord and Lady and Princess of Night and has with that ruling power over them.

It took a few decades but one day the "traditionals" had more than half of the Illyrians behind them. And they did kind of a protest on one of the visit of Rhys, Cass, Cad, Art and Ari (normally Ari wouldn't be with them but she was bored and wanted to visit some friends).

So they protested that Ari should have her wings clipped, because she has too much power for a "quarter"-breed (they actually wanted to use the word "abomination" but they also knew that would be their sure death and no results will come of that) but before either side could react ( Rhys, Cass, Cad and Art were shocked and angry) or continue with their ultimatum (the "traditional" had prepared a whole speech with conditions, consequences, benefits and all that bullshit), Ari stepped forward slammed her sword into the ground and preposed a Bargain.

It would be tournament-like, she would fight anyone who wanted her wings gone without real breaks and the one who would beat her can clip her wings off, but for that they will never protest about that especially over Asta's Wings. But if she wins all the fights or they give up, her wings will stay and that topic will never be discussed nor protested by anyone ever again. (There were some others rules like no killing, no use of magic or siphons and only one sword each etc.)

So the "traditionals" thought about it and agreed bc she can't fight and win forever. They could than at least cut a bit of her "power" off. Rhys let her do it because he knew she had a plan - what she actually planed to do he didn't know - but it was her choice even if he wasn't that happy with it and he was also a little confused.

So the tournament began shortly after the agreement and the "traditionals" have formed a strategy they start with "good" fighters to wear her done and go slowly over to their "best" fighters until one of them wins. Ari was mostly just angry not because of her Wings but that most of the Illyrians are such sexists, and amused by the whole situation in general.

So the first fight began and within 30 second Ari had not only won but also chopped/slayed the wings of her opponent off, who was lying on the ground, too stunt to react. Everyone was absolutely shocked, some were proud (you know Rhys Cass etc) and some horrified (the "traditionals"). The "traditionals" started to protest that that was against the bargain and the agreement, but Art had shut them down before they could even start and informed them, that cutting off the opponents wings while fighting was not stated as a restriction in the agreement and was therefore completely within Ari's rights to do. And with that they angrily accepted it (becausec when Art says that something is either not against the rules or is a loophole in itself, you should listen bc he's always right about that and also quite famous for finding loopholes in general).

So now the "traditionals" were a little bit more nervous about the bargain but they figured if she can do that and than they can as well. So they send one of their "best" next, one Ari at this point had not fought against yet and they were pretty sure he could beat her or at least cut her wings off.

This fight had the same result as the first one only just a little bit longer (over a minute). Now most of the followers of the "traditionals" got really nervous and scared, they wanted to give up and cut their loses before the situation could escalate farther in the worst direction for them because neither Rhys nor Art looked any kind of happy (internally they were proud) and that Art could possibly find a loophole to cut of all their wings as a form of punishment for defiance. But one of the most Vocal of the "traditionals", a camp-lord, called them weaklings and cowards and a shame for the Illyrians traditions and walked up to Ari. They fought and he insulted Ari and female Illyrians the whole fight through. And for that he not only lost his wings but also got both his arms and legs shattered. There's a reason why she is called "Bonebreaker". It's because she ends most fights with breaking the bones of her opponents except for friendly spares and some other fights.

Now that made almost all of the"traditionals" scared of her even more and they were debating to actually give up but they were still not entirely convinced but then Ari made a proposal that she would fight against three at once.

With that their confidence grow a little because they never seen her fight against three at once and thought that maybe at least one of them could chop of her wings when she is distracted with the other two. So they agreed.

Well what they didn't know was that Ari could fight against three at once with ease. The maximum number of opponents she can fight against at once and come out victorious was five at that time. So with that the fight didn't end much different than the first it just took her longer. Ari defeated them and slayed off their Wings in like 5 minutes.

At that point in total Ari fashion she growled at them and taunted them but that didn't work because the "traditionals" saw the uselessness of the whole situation for them and their inevitable crushing defeat by a spoilt, foul-mouthed, untameable, smug 112-year-old female ("abomination") "quarter"-breed. That would completly destroy their pride even more than it already was. So they give up in the most "honourable" way possible, with as much unwillingness and grunting as possible.

And with that Ari solved the whole problem with the "traditionals" and the wing clipping in her own totally Ari Way™ and neither Rhys nor later Art ever had any real big problems with them again. And all credit goes to Ari for that. She is going to be smug about it forever.

And with that the rumours spread and it wasn't long before she was known as the "Illyrian's nightmare" in the Night court and some parts of Prythian and "Wing-Slayer" in whole of Prythian.

But now comes the real kicker, the reason why Ari was amused and Rhys was mostly confused...

...

...is that Ari was actually born without wings. The reason she has wings is because she saw her mom Feyre shape-shift wings for herself when she was 4 and thought if mommy can make herself wings even if she shouldn't have them than I can do that too. So a 4-year-old Ari stomped her foot, growled and pouted in concentration and grow herself wings not long after. After that you could see her dance and jump around the house and Velaris to show everyone her wings. Everyone complimented her and she was so proud and happy. From that day forward Ari would wear her wings open everywhere until everyone had forgotten that she actually doesn't have wings in the first place. She only glamours/shapeshifts them away for parties, sex or when they are in the way.

So the whole situation was kinda ironic but also complete unnecessary because Ari doesn't have wings to clip off, so Ari just kicked their sexist asses for fun and to give them a lesson in how to treat her and most importantly other females. And also to give them a taste of their on medicine.

...to here.

Yes as a Child and when she was young, not having wings in a family like hers, really irked her and she didn't like being reminded of that. It made her really sad, since she couldn't fly on her own or with her brother. It was kinda her dream being able to fly on her own. And made her unbelievably happy to being able to shapeshift her own Wings.

Fun story: Art was the one who taught her how to fly. And Art did that by throwing her of a cliff. Have no worries, Ari was not one second in any real dangers. Art has set a lot of safety spells beforehand and had kept an eye on her fall down, always ready to winnow down and catch her. But in the last second Ari figured out how to glide down and stop her fall. Ari wasn't even mad at him, she found this teaching method a lot of fun. And agreed to not tell their parents about, because bith Feyre and Rhys wouldn't have been ok with it. So they continued their training and after a few months Ari was mostly done with everything important about flying. It was just a bit fine-tuning left. Of course some centuries later Ari and Art told in heat the story to Feyre and Rhys. Both didn't know how to react to that, since they couldn't "punish" Art anymore since it was so long ago. So they just accepted it.

But just as she learned discipline and patience, Ari slowly learned that being able to be rattled about that, is a useless and deadly. So she just decided to never really correct anyone about her wings. She just let's them think whatever they want, which is exactly her attitude towards everything.

Ok I think that would be enough for now. It's still not everything, but I think almost 2k words w/o the "copied and pasted" story and almost 3.5k with it.

I love her so much. She so amazing and awesome and badass. She is my Queen.

If you have any questions regarding her or any other character, please feel free to ask. I would love to answer them.

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Haunted

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Edited by @aelin-and-feyre ❤︎

Cassian woke up covered in sweat. He gripped the sheets of his bed with shaking hands, and tried to take deep breaths to calm himself. Nevertheless, he continued to tremble. It was not the first night he had experienced the nightmare. It wasn’t even the tenth night—he had stopped keeping track after twenty.

Every time, he woke up, heart racing and body quaking. He could hear the screams, see the blood. He could see the sky full of his soldiers, his friends, turn to ash in less than a second. Nesta’s screams were still echoing in his mind as Cassian carefully slid out of his bed.

Nesta. She has been avoiding him since that day on the battlefield, the day he’d thought would be his last. She hasn’t made any effort to see him or speak with him, practically ignoring his existence. But maybe she wasn’t the only one to blame for that.

Cassian has been just as bad since she dismissed herself from his life. He saw her when he trained with Feyre, of course, but has never acknowledged her, never wasted his time hoping that maybe she would finally talk to him that day. No, Cassian has given up hoping—waiting for Nesta Archeron.

He quickly slipped on a pair of loose pants, not bothering with a shirt, and flew out of his townhouse in the center of Velaris. His healing wings strained against the light breeze as he flapped them, and he grit his teeth as if the gesture would alleviate the pain. The House of Wind came into view, and he stilled his wings, gliding to the nearest balcony.

The sun was slowly rising above the horizon, casting mellow pink and yellow light across the city. Cassian assumed Feyre and Rhysand were preparing for training, and that Nesta and Elain were already at the sparring ring.

He had taken a break for the week, his nightmares getting to be too much, even during the day. Dark thoughts constantly swirled in his head, like a buzzing fly he couldn’t get rid of.

As he landed softly on one of the many balconies at the House, Cassian noted the silence around him, the peace. From the height he was at, he could see the entire city stretched out below him. Seagulls flew across the Sidra, men and women walked through the streets to get to work. Cassian could never get enough of Velaris, it truly was a dream.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned forward to rest his elbows against the railing, and stared at nothing. He allowed all of his fears and doubts to cloud his mind, all of that sadness. Now—he had to let everything out now or else he would never get the chance. The day was too busy to be distracted by such things.

He remembered training all of those men—the ones who were misted during battle. He remembered their names and their families, their strengths and their weaknesses. All of that had been taken from them in a fraction of a second.

He knew he could have saved them. He could have warned them a second sooner, or sensed what was about to happen because that was his job—to protect. He had failed.

“It should have been me,” he whispered into the early morning breeze, relieved to finally get those words out of him, even if it was to no one. The hundreds of Illyrians that died did not deserve it, but Cassian... he did. Or at least, that’s what he had convinced himself.

Maybe if he had died with them, he thought, he would have found peace in the afterlife, would have belonged there among the fallen warriors. His wings were scarred and his body ached every time he moved, and all he wanted was peace. If death brought him that, he would be fine with it.

He didn’t realize he was crying until he felt a tear hit the back of his palm. He brought one of his hands up to wipe his wet cheeks, but it was no use. The tears kept coming, and he didn’t want to stop them, he needed the grief to pass, at least for now.

So, for the next ten minutes, Cassian, the Lord of Bloodshed and General Commander of the Night Court’s armies, sobbed on the balcony of the House of Wind. He cried until his vision was blurry and he tasted the salt from his tears. His heart hurt the more he thought about everything, and it was only when a small creek sounded behind him that he froze.

Before anyone could see, he wiped the tears away from his face the best he could, cursing himself for not being aware of someone approaching. His eyes were still puffy and red, but Cassian didn’t care, not as he turned to see Nesta standing at the entrance to the House. Her blue grey eyes were filled with emotions, so many that he had to look away, turning back to the city so she couldn’t see his face.

“What do you want,” he muttered, disappointed that she was seeing him in such a state, but also frustrated by the fact that she finally decided to look at him. Apparently, it took him having a total break down for her to do so.

There was another beat of silence, before he saw her approaching him out of the corner of his eye. She wore a purple nightgown, her hair loose and draping over her shoulders, which meant she must have just woken up. If Cassian had known she was in the House, he wouldn’t have come.

“You aren’t alone.”

She set her hands on the railing from where she stood a few feet away, leaving a safe distance between them. You aren’t alone. That was all she had to say? After everything they had gone through, after seeing him break down in front of her, after nearly dying, that’s all she could manage for him?

“So are you just going to ignore what happened then?” Cassian blurted, his sadness slowly morphing into anger. He caught her flinch at his words, at the sudden accusation.

“Oh, and you haven’t been ignoring it as well? You’re just going to blame your issues on me?” She snarled and turned from him to walk away. Of course, Cassian was not surprised at all, in fact, he expected her to walk away within the first second of eye contact.

A low growl escaped him, and even as she headed back inside, he whispered, “I thought I had finally figured you out.”

She paused with her hand on the door handle, ready to dismiss him entirely. He didn’t move from his spot, only turned to look at her over his shoulder, and he hoped she could see the disappointment in his eyes.

“I thought I had managed to get through to you, Nesta. I thought…” He shook his head and gave up. “Forget it. There’s no use wasting my breath on someone who couldn’t give a shit.”

Nesta’s gaze turned cold, and he watched her march up to him as if she would strike. He prepared himself, especially because she was still mastering her powers. Instead, she pointed a finger and snarled, “You don’t get to say I don’t care. You don’t know anything about me. What happened on that battlefield is in the past, so forget it. Thinking about it will only make everything worse.” Her words were sharp, clipped, and Cassian narrowed his eyes at the challenge.

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s not how war works. That’s not how any of this works. You don’t get to just forget about it. I lost hundreds of soldiers, hundreds of friends, and I’m supposed to just forget about that? About them? You lost your father!”

A muscle feathered in her jaw, but she stood straight with crossed arms, stubborn as usual.

“I’m sorry about your friends,” she murmured, and for a split second, Cassian thought he heard remorse in her tone, but the look on her face said otherwise.

“No. You don’t get to apologize. You’re part of the reason they’re gone.” He knew he shouldn’t have said it, something so horrible, but Nesta snapped back at him immediately.

“I saved your life! Would you rather have been misted-”

“Yes!” He screamed, now fully facing her. A look of shock entered her face, and suddenly everything seemed to go quiet. He hadn’t realized how loud they’d been yelling, how still the rest of the world was. He wondered how many people had heard.

“You wanted to die with them,” she whispered. Not a question, but a realization. Cassian only watched her for a second longer before turning away to look over Velaris. He could hear her release a breath of air, like she had been holding it in for too long.

“I called your name, Cassian, because I cared. And I still do.”

He wanted to ignore her, wanted to fly off that balcony and dismiss her entirely like she had done to him, but those words hung between them and he turned to face her again. She wasn’t lying.

“Then why did you walk away? That day in the townhouse, and every day after that. If you care, then why hide?” He tensed as he awaited a response, an explanation.

Her eyes were lined with silver, as if she was holding back tears, and she spoke again. “Because I was frightened,” a pause, and she bit her bottom lip, “of what I felt for you.”

Oh. Cassian didn’t remove his gaze from hers. He watched those blue-grey eyes finally fill with tears, and when one fell down her cheek, Nesta quickly looked away. Before she could wipe it, he reached forward and took her chin in his hand. She didn’t pull away as his thumb brushed away the wetness, and caught the next tear that fell as well.

His voice was low when he finally broke the silence. “I wanted time with you. That was my wish.” His eyes searched hers. “Will you give me that time now?”

Nesta swallowed, and remained quiet for a moment, studying his face. Her gaze moved behind him to his wings, to the scars that were still healing, to the torn bottom of his left one. She studied them while his hand stayed where it was, holding her face carefully. Finally, she looked at him again.

“Yes,” she breathed, her bottom lip trembling slightly. He brushed a gentle finger against it, a gesture that made Nesta look away, and his hand fell to his side. “I don’t know what’s between us, but with time, I’m willing to learn.”

Cassian nodded, waiting for her to finish.

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t apologizing for wanting time, she was apologizing for everything. For ignoring him for months, for the guilt that consumed him because if his soldiers, for being closed up and not letting him in.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaustion taking over again because of the sleepless night. “I’m sorry, too.”

She stared at him, and without warning she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his middle, being cautious of his injuries. Cassian slid his own arms around her, returning the gesture, and placed a light kiss on the top of her head.

“Time,” he murmured, and he felt her nod against him. He wanted to stay like that forever, with Nesta Archeron in his arms, the cool breeze blowing her hair off her shoulder.

When she pulled back, her eyes were red, but there were no more tears. “Would you like to go for a walk later?”

He was stunned by the question, but he recovered and quickly nodded his head. “Of course.”

She gave him a small smile, one that was rare to appear on her face, but he returned it nonetheless. He watched her disappear into the House of Wind a moment later, and his heart warmed. The fear that had brought him here, to the balcony, had vanished, almost like Nesta had been the cure.

His body still ached as he flapped his wings and began flying back to his townhouse, but he smiled. He smiled until he landed at his front door, and continued as he walked inside. He smiled because he and Nesta were making progress, but mostly because he felt light for the first time since the war. The weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Nesta Archeron had given him a reason to live.

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