Got this idea from a post by @homunculus-argument about the human vs Fae feeding ideas. Kind of just a little bit of a drabble for various characters. What the ACOTAR characters would do if they were gifted/found a human.
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Rhysand (not mated to Feyre)
When Amaranths gifted him a human, it was near the very end of her reign. Feyre was on her last trial. So, Rhysand knew that he would care for you and, inevitably, send you back to the Human Realm. That was the plan, anyways. You were distrustful of him for weeks. Who wouldn't be? Amarantha still had Claire Beddor's body crucified in the Throne Room. Rhysand wouldn't have trusted himself, either. Even so, he ordered you to eat. He made sure you were regularly bathed. He kept the other Fae far away from you. He never made you do chores. He let you sleep in the bed while he laid on the floor. And, within 2 weeks, he knew your name, favorite meal, your favorite scent of soap, and a few other little details. It wasn't on purpose. Truly, it wasn't. It was just your human mind. No mental shields mixed with Rhysand's daemati abilities meant your thoughts were very loud. He didn't mean to know those things. He just did. So, once a week, your favorite meal was served. Every night, your favorite scents of soaps to clean you. Though, he never used your name. He wouldn't do that until you told him your name yourself. It was the night before Feyre's last trial when you told him. Perhaps, he thought, it was a small amount of spine showing now that you realized Feyre would earn your freedom. It was some small, meaningless moment of banter.
Rhysand was cleaning the fireplace, trying to keep it warm enough for you.
"You're getting ashes everywhere," you told him, sneezing afterwards.
"Come earn your keep, then, human," he'd teased.
You'd corrected him, telling him "My name is (Name)."
"Well, (Name)," he'd purred, the sound something unholy, despite its casual use, "If you're going to complain, you should do it yourself. I don't see you putting in the work around here."
"Rhysand, screw off. You fed me, so I'm your responsibility," you told him
"Oh, I see. I should have starved you," he said drily
"No. You should have known the rules."
"I thought the rules said is humans ate Faerie food, you'd be our slaves. Isn't that what humans say?" He questioned.
"Well, those legends are wrong, like everybody says. The truth is that humans are like wild animals. Once you feed them, you can't just get rid of them," you stated.
"Careful what you wish for (Name)," he warned. "Because if a little human woman tells me I can't simply get rid of her," he mimicked your voice mockingly, "then I would be inclined to keep her."
It was the worst thing to say, because you just smirked
"Big, bad, High Lord wants to keep an itty, bitty, fragile, little human?" You crooned. "Isn't that a silly thing to say?"
Rhysand felt it then. The unmistakable snap of a mating bond. And, despite your current humanity, it was safe to say that you eventually ended up being Made, and that you spent the first few years of your new immortality bantering, laughing, and playfully swatting at your mate.
Azriel had never truly understood it. Why The Mother had 3 sisters and 3 brothers and only 2 of the brothers and 2 of the sisters were mated to each other. These days, he didn't mind so much. Elain and Lucien were happy, and Azriel was... working on it. He was confused still, but able to let it go. And then they met her. An Archeron even younger than Feyre. She was 19 now, would have been younger if they'd met her at the same time as they met Feyre. But Feyre, Nesta, and Elain didn't even know this female existed. Not before now. (Name). And she was the most stunning thing Azriel had ever seen. He knew then... This was his mate. But, alas, she was still only a human. And since the last of The Cauldron's powers were thought to have been given to Nesta... Well, it was safe to say everyone expected her to stay human for her whole life. As much as it bothered Azriel, there was nothing he could do. He occasionally checked on her, spoke to her, escorted her to the City of Starlight to explore. Feyre had wanted to keep her human sister close, since the Mortal Queens had cursed Vassa and tried to side with Hybern. Who knew what they'd do to another Archeron. So, (Name) lived in Velaris. Gods, (Name). Even that was perfect, Azriel thought. Well, one night, later than Azriel cared to be up, (Name) was kidnapped. By Beron. And The Cauldron, thought to be powerless, Made (Name). Since the power wasn't the full power of The Cauldron, (Name) was made into a lesser Fae. An Illyrian. Furious, Beron was ready to kill her for the failed experiment. By then, Feyre and the Inner Circle had come to the rescue. They killed Beron and left Eris the title. (Name) was taken home. She was clumsy when she walked, the added weight of her new wings foreign and a drastic change. Azriel saved her the trouble and had Rhys winnow her home. So, (Name) was Fae. And very hungry. By the time Azriel had processed that his mate was now Fae and he had a chance at eternity with her... Well, it was the first time he'd thanked the Gods in a long time. He had a lot to think about. When he got back to the River Estate to check on (Name) she was still up, sat in the kitchen. And she was yelling at it.
"Give me food, please!" She shouted. "I have been asking for an hour!"
How nobody else was awake was a mystery to Azriel.
"It hasn't been enchanted to listen to you yet," he explained. "You were human before. It wouldn't have worked. Now that you're not, Rhys will have to tweak the enchantments."
"It does," Azriel agreed.
He wasn't even thinking about it when he offered to cook. Or when he handed her the plate. And when (Name) took the first bite of food offered from her mate... Well, the bond was accepted. And she felt it snap.
"Shit. Fuck. I'm so sorry, I wasn't even thinking about it, you were hungry, you were upset, and I should have just-"
"I... I don't mind it," (Name) said quietly.
"You... don't mind it?" Azriel questioned, confused.
Azriel repeated the word under his breath, before kissing her.
"You fed me, so I'm yours," she smiled.
He couldn't do anything but laugh
A second sister that had come to Prythian with Feyre. Well, half-sister, if the constant correction on her part was any indication. Lucien had been shocked to see the way her ears had been brutalized. She was half-Fae. To protect her, her father, shared with Feyre, Elain, and Nesta, had cut the pointed part of her ears off. The skin was terribly scarred. She had no doubt healed faster than a human would, considering her part Fae genetics, but it would have been terrible for a mere child to endure. Her features were undoubtedly different from her sisters'. She had a different mother, after all. But she was stunning. She was the eldest, according to Feyre, who now sat at the dinner table with Omen. And she had only been in the same cottage as the sisters for a year. Feyre claimed to have only let her stay because she was as good a hunter as Feyre herself, sometimes better. Lucien listened to Tamlin speak to Feyre, but eventually had to ask (Name)
"Are you aware of your... Unique genetics?" Lucien questioned.
"You mean my halfing status?" She stated bluntly.
"Well, since you worded it so eloquently-"
"Eat my dick, Fae bastard."
Lucien spit out his drink, laughing at her guts.
She just rolled her eyes, still eating her food.
"Before you say 'that took balls,' just remember there's a reason I told you to eat my dick," she smirked
"What was your name? (Name), was it?"
"Why are you asking? Finally decided its worth remembering?" She shot back
"I'm starting to think they should have just called you 'smartass' and been done with it," Lucien shot back.
"Well, I'm glad you're not the one who named me. You're probably too old to have been, anyways," the female grinned.
"Do you call all males old, or am I special?"
"You're hardly anything remarkable. If you were, I'm sure your blonde friend would have introduced me. He's obviously in charge here," (Name) smirked
Feyre and Tamlin had been looking back and forth at the verbal sparring, not quite sure if Lucien would jump over the table at (Name) or vice versa.
"Cruel female," Lucien grinned
"Stupid male to think I wouldn't be," she countered."
"I'm going to be sick if I ever see my sister flirt with High Fae again," she stated.
(Name) had shouted first, then Lucien.
Tamlin and Feyre had burst out laughing, only for Feyre to immediately cease when she realized Tamlin was also laughing. Lucien lost a bit of his bitterness towards Feyre. Feyre's sister, (Name), was truly something remarkable.
"Lucien," the male corrected.
"Fuckface," she tried again.
"Lucien," he said more irritably
"For fucks sake, what do you want?!" Lucien was smiling a bit as he said it, covering his mouth with his hand like he was sick of her.
"You're the one who made my plate. You're stuck with me. After all, I am half-human, and we're supposed to be your slaves if we eat your food. But I'm also half-Fae, so there's obviously a bit of leniency. I'm not a slave, but I am stuck with you."
"Shhhhh. Listen to that. Wow, a moment of silence. You're pretty when you're quiet. Don't argue with me," (Name) smirked.
"Just be quiet," Lucien said exasperatedly.
(Name) just grinned. Of course, they both knew that the humans-becoming-slaves-when-they-ate-the-food thing was total bullshit. But Feyre and Tamlin didn't know that (Name) knew that. Omen had just claimed Lucien silently workout anyone making heads or tails of it.
